Dutchy was becoming accustomed to waking in a new city with part of her memory erased giving her no clue as to how she had arrived, no explanation as to why she had left the last or how. Vague memories of past incidences would always haunt her, but nothing to explain to her why the resurrections in a new place. Perhaps it was better this way, new beginnings were always full of anticipation and excitement. As she walked the streets of the unknown it occurred to her that perhaps some of the faces she passed somehow seemed familiar or was it her mind playing tricks on her to give her some sense of belonging and to save her from total insanity.
Along with familiarity comes disillusions as familiarity is only a perception to what may be familiar, a choice to mentally grasp the familiar so as not to feel alone in despair, to grasp a strength rather than to dwell on a weakness. With our mentality comes confusion to what is reality and what is a fragment of imagination. Some say to leave the past in the past but the truth is that our past will always be what influences our current situations and what will shape our future. Our time spent as human will always give us emotions, the need to seek comfort from others as well as the evil power inflicted by greed and selfishness. The curse of vampirism can be perceived as a blessing of eternity or an eternal punishment for sins committed as human. The true death may be a welcome release from the anguish that comes from losing those we love or it may be considered the wrath in the erasing of history through which we have experienced. Perception is a powerful tool and when combined with strong mentality and magic, the only thing that is impossible is the thing you did not attempt. For Dutchy, this new resurrection is not only daunting but also exhilarating as she craves the best of both worlds, the power to seduce those who may betray her but also the desire to remain as inconspicuous as possible so as that she may observe the behaviours of those around her so that she can always be mentally aware of what actions could harm her in the future. She has no desire to be the best, whatever the best is, no desire to be the most feared or the most loved. Her past has taught but one thing, to watch out for herself, to be herself no matter what others think or do. Perhaps this may seem a little cold hearted, but seriously do vampires even have a heart?
In the still of the darkness moist from a recent sprinkling of dew a gentle breeze suddenly rustled through the streets. Moonlight glistened in the drops of dew making the city appear to have been sprinkled with glitter. Reflections and spectrums of light dancing around the shadows of city left a feeling of vibrancy and magic in the depths of what was left of Dutchy’s soul awakening a ever so familiar hunger, a insatiable thirst, the desire to consume blood!
Ressurection
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Dutchy (DELETED 803)
Re: Ressurection
Even though her hunger was causing torturous pains in her gut feeding was not an option till she had found somewhere to seduce her prey into submission as humans were always so much easier to drain when relaxed or excited, especially the male variety. Preparations for feeding were always a calculated event for Dutchy, perhaps it was her twisted mind, or perhaps it was her desire to punish humans for their betraying ways, either way she enjoyed the anticipation, the plotting, the chase and the final seduction.
A cemetery, the place where the dead apparently rested in peace, a place where the living mourned the dead, a place where the undead lurked in limbo between life and death the perfect place for her kind. Crypts, the musty smell of dust and the eerie atmosphere of death and the unknown events of resurrection, dark and gloomy greyness that would send a cold shiver up any living being’s spine. Dutchy entered what was the smallest crypt in the cemetery carrying a bag of supplies she had purchased from some peddlers stall along the way. The peddler was not a target to her, they are always useful when it comes to obtaining special supplies.
She glanced around the small room, taking in the coffin in the middle, the carvings in the stone walls and what appeared to be a small alter along the wall facing the entrance. She had seen many crypts in her years but none so intricate in details as this one so she was left to assume the previous occupant must have been much loved in their living years. The coffin was made of rosewood, though dusty with years, Dutchy could see the evidence of lustrous timber through the veil that now covered it. She walked up to it and opened the lid, the creaking sound echoed around the room. Luscious deep red velvet lining inside, dulled with time and rotted flesh. This coffin was resting place to some human that had passed to the other side. She took out the bones that remained and carefully placed them to a darkened corner out of sight out of mind, for now. After closing the lid, she ran her finger through the dust, writing her name along the coffin wall, this would be where she would rest in daylight hours during her time in this city.
Dutchy walked slowly to the alter, why it was bare confused her, no token of remembrance, no photos, no items belong to the deceased, nothing perhaps they had been stolen or perhaps the deceased may not as been as loved as first though, but maybe a power figure. Something was odd about it all that was for sure. A stone cold alter, perfect for what she had in mind of this there was no doubt. A drape of black chiffon taped behind the alter would be elegant background and of course she had already acquired such a fabric earlier. She reached into the bag and pulled out a velvet runner and some deep red candles, forty of them to be precise. The runner was placed on the alter and she carefully arranged the candles to form a star of what would be glowing and dancing in romance once lit. The remaining twenty six candles she placed around the room on the floor along the walls. A rug and a warm fire was all that was left to complete the feel of the room.
The darkened corner beside the alter where she had before threw the bones of the previous occupant would make the perfect spot for an open fire and with a little accelerant the bones would burn just long enough for what was anticipated to take place soon. A fur rug thrown in front of what would be a fire place, candles all lit, and now the room was now ready for a seduction of painful intentions. Dutchy smiled as she walked back outside into the chill of the night, ready to hunt her prey.
A cemetery, the place where the dead apparently rested in peace, a place where the living mourned the dead, a place where the undead lurked in limbo between life and death the perfect place for her kind. Crypts, the musty smell of dust and the eerie atmosphere of death and the unknown events of resurrection, dark and gloomy greyness that would send a cold shiver up any living being’s spine. Dutchy entered what was the smallest crypt in the cemetery carrying a bag of supplies she had purchased from some peddlers stall along the way. The peddler was not a target to her, they are always useful when it comes to obtaining special supplies.
She glanced around the small room, taking in the coffin in the middle, the carvings in the stone walls and what appeared to be a small alter along the wall facing the entrance. She had seen many crypts in her years but none so intricate in details as this one so she was left to assume the previous occupant must have been much loved in their living years. The coffin was made of rosewood, though dusty with years, Dutchy could see the evidence of lustrous timber through the veil that now covered it. She walked up to it and opened the lid, the creaking sound echoed around the room. Luscious deep red velvet lining inside, dulled with time and rotted flesh. This coffin was resting place to some human that had passed to the other side. She took out the bones that remained and carefully placed them to a darkened corner out of sight out of mind, for now. After closing the lid, she ran her finger through the dust, writing her name along the coffin wall, this would be where she would rest in daylight hours during her time in this city.
Dutchy walked slowly to the alter, why it was bare confused her, no token of remembrance, no photos, no items belong to the deceased, nothing perhaps they had been stolen or perhaps the deceased may not as been as loved as first though, but maybe a power figure. Something was odd about it all that was for sure. A stone cold alter, perfect for what she had in mind of this there was no doubt. A drape of black chiffon taped behind the alter would be elegant background and of course she had already acquired such a fabric earlier. She reached into the bag and pulled out a velvet runner and some deep red candles, forty of them to be precise. The runner was placed on the alter and she carefully arranged the candles to form a star of what would be glowing and dancing in romance once lit. The remaining twenty six candles she placed around the room on the floor along the walls. A rug and a warm fire was all that was left to complete the feel of the room.
The darkened corner beside the alter where she had before threw the bones of the previous occupant would make the perfect spot for an open fire and with a little accelerant the bones would burn just long enough for what was anticipated to take place soon. A fur rug thrown in front of what would be a fire place, candles all lit, and now the room was now ready for a seduction of painful intentions. Dutchy smiled as she walked back outside into the chill of the night, ready to hunt her prey.
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Dutchy (DELETED 803)
Re: Ressurection
As she passed the store of the peddler she had purchased from earlier, the lingered, she had no weapons, no tools, nothing to inflict torture to her unsuspecting prey. She pulled the hood on her long dark cape over her head in attempt to hide her face from the peddler, after all she did not need for him to be frightened or she would have nowhere to buy her supplies. In a husky voice she requested that he sell her the sharpest knife he had, a set of handcuffs, a whip, a bag of ice and a bottle of Scotch whisky. She smiled sweetly at him as he handed over her requested items, she flipped him a fifty, shoved her weapons of choice in the pockets of her hooded cape and nodded her thanks as she left the stall.
The moon was low in the sky now, she must hurry if she is to feed before sunrise, or at least have something to feed on before sunrise, either would be sufficient. She pulled her cape tightly around her petite frame as she smoothed her long flowing skirts then walked slowly along the street in search for fresh blood.
A corner street lamp, outside a pub was where she found something that intrigued her, a shadowy figure of drunkenness stupor. Her heightened senses could hear a dull beating, that of a human heart. She hid herself carefully in the shadows to observe the human a little longer. His frame was small and his clothing a little crumpled, she could notice some stubble around his face, a sure indication that he hadn’t shaved in a few days. It was then as her glance lingered down his body that she noticed it, the glimpse of a wedding ring. What was a married man doing on the streets at this hour, if he had any decency at all he would be home with his wife, loving her, doting on her but alas, he was drunk and in the streets looking unkempt. Dutchy’s thoughts lingered as she tried to get a physiological analysis on the man solely on appearance and actions. It was possible his wife didn’t care of his where abouts or perhaps he was newly widowed, or separated, perhaps it was his wife that wronged him as she knew only too well women could at times be more evil and vindictive than any man. Justification of her anticipated actions was easy, if the man had wronged his wife, he deserved to be subjected to a torturous death, if it was his wife doing him wrong, his death would be a end to his emotional suffering, if his wife had left the living, then he could join her for eternity. Yes this man was to die but not before Dutchy had her fun.
She removed the hood to expose her face and flicked her long hair away from her eyes as she walked right up to the man and smiled at him. He was a little taken back but managed a meek smile in return before speaking in a drunken drawl. “Well hello there good looken, what’s a chick like you doing out on a night like this?” Dutchy smiled as she stepped closer to him so that her body slightly came into contact with his, she ran her finger down his cheek and looked him in the eye as she whispered. “A chick like me? I am nothing you would have ever come across before dear sir, the real question is, what is a man like you doing out so late on a night like this?” He put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. “Lady of the night, or lady perhaps not but of the night indeed, I have my reasons but none that I would want to bore you with details.” She sucked in her breath as his wording confused her, a drunken mess with such strange words, spoken almost with a little class. “Dear sir perhaps you would like to go somewhere more private.” She winked at him in a flirtatious manner and took his hand in hers. Careful to not yet let her fangs protrude she moved her mouth close to his but stopped short of a kiss. Her breath softly caressed his cheek and with their bodies so close she could feel his blood rushing through his veins as his heart started to pound faster. This was nearly too easy, but again human men were known to be easy if thought they were getting what they want. He silently nodded and she slowly led him back to the crypt only stopping occasionally to give him a reassuring gentle kiss to provoke his senses.
The moon was low in the sky now, she must hurry if she is to feed before sunrise, or at least have something to feed on before sunrise, either would be sufficient. She pulled her cape tightly around her petite frame as she smoothed her long flowing skirts then walked slowly along the street in search for fresh blood.
A corner street lamp, outside a pub was where she found something that intrigued her, a shadowy figure of drunkenness stupor. Her heightened senses could hear a dull beating, that of a human heart. She hid herself carefully in the shadows to observe the human a little longer. His frame was small and his clothing a little crumpled, she could notice some stubble around his face, a sure indication that he hadn’t shaved in a few days. It was then as her glance lingered down his body that she noticed it, the glimpse of a wedding ring. What was a married man doing on the streets at this hour, if he had any decency at all he would be home with his wife, loving her, doting on her but alas, he was drunk and in the streets looking unkempt. Dutchy’s thoughts lingered as she tried to get a physiological analysis on the man solely on appearance and actions. It was possible his wife didn’t care of his where abouts or perhaps he was newly widowed, or separated, perhaps it was his wife that wronged him as she knew only too well women could at times be more evil and vindictive than any man. Justification of her anticipated actions was easy, if the man had wronged his wife, he deserved to be subjected to a torturous death, if it was his wife doing him wrong, his death would be a end to his emotional suffering, if his wife had left the living, then he could join her for eternity. Yes this man was to die but not before Dutchy had her fun.
She removed the hood to expose her face and flicked her long hair away from her eyes as she walked right up to the man and smiled at him. He was a little taken back but managed a meek smile in return before speaking in a drunken drawl. “Well hello there good looken, what’s a chick like you doing out on a night like this?” Dutchy smiled as she stepped closer to him so that her body slightly came into contact with his, she ran her finger down his cheek and looked him in the eye as she whispered. “A chick like me? I am nothing you would have ever come across before dear sir, the real question is, what is a man like you doing out so late on a night like this?” He put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. “Lady of the night, or lady perhaps not but of the night indeed, I have my reasons but none that I would want to bore you with details.” She sucked in her breath as his wording confused her, a drunken mess with such strange words, spoken almost with a little class. “Dear sir perhaps you would like to go somewhere more private.” She winked at him in a flirtatious manner and took his hand in hers. Careful to not yet let her fangs protrude she moved her mouth close to his but stopped short of a kiss. Her breath softly caressed his cheek and with their bodies so close she could feel his blood rushing through his veins as his heart started to pound faster. This was nearly too easy, but again human men were known to be easy if thought they were getting what they want. He silently nodded and she slowly led him back to the crypt only stopping occasionally to give him a reassuring gentle kiss to provoke his senses.
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Dutchy (DELETED 803)
Re: Ressurection
As they entered the cemetery Dutchy felt the fear in his body as he became tense. She pulled his face close to hers and whispered softly to him in a reassuring manner. “Relax Hunny, you can’t get more private then here, the dead do not spread rumour or innuendo.” His body relaxed as he smiled knowingly at her. She let go of his hand and opened the door of the crypt, pressing her body against the door and beckoned him to enter. He walked through the door and glanced around the room. His eyes were filled with a mixture of fear and excitement. His heart pounding was exciting Dutchy to the point that she was nearly impatient for the kill. She could almost smell his blood even though not one drop had yet to be exposed. She slammed the door shut and took him into her arms for a lingering kiss. She felt his body relax yet a certain part of him hardened. Men were such easy prey, always willing to be seduced by what ever female took their fancy regardless of their marital status.
She nibbled his lip as his tongue danced with hers, tasting each other’s mouths in passion and lust, she ran her hands down his body, taking his arms and raising them above his head, she quickly handcuffed his hands together and laughed wickedly as she rammed him up against the alter. She quickly took the whip out of her pocket and cracked it to break the silence and to alert the male senses as so few did not know where to draw the line between pleasure and pain. It was all coming back to her, the skills she had learnt long ago, the cracking of the whip in such a way that it wrapped itself around his legs, combined with the handcuffs, making him helpless and surrendered to her. His eyes filled with excitement he tried to speak but she covered his mouth with his hand and told him to shhh. “Just be quite and enjoy what is coming to you as it will surely be the last time you experience such a thing.” She said to him in a husky voice. He just smiled and replied. “Am all yours lady, do with me what you will.” Dutchy almost sighed as she knew she would do just that.
She kissed him a little more but not before throwing his helpless body onto the rug as she threw a little accelerant onto the pile of bones in the corner. The fire and candlelight only added to the romance that would end in only her own satisfaction. He moaned as she ripped his shirt from his body. His pulse was too much for her to bear and her fangs automatically protruded, her guts turned as she anticipated the feeding that would satisfy her completely. She could bear it no longer and attached herself to his neck. He moaned in pleasure raising his body to hers as she pinned him to the ground with her own body. The stupidity of man, thinking he would have his way with her, it was almost laughable! As she felt him weaken she took the knife from her pocket, careful not to drain his last drop of blood as the best was yet to come. She craved purity, she carved to devour from the source of where her feast was produced she wanted to consume him straight from the heart.
His eyes began to roll as she ran the knife down this body, exposing his guts. She reached into the cavity of his open wound and ripped out his heart so fast that the man wouldn’t even feel it. It was known fact that the human brain took fifteen minutes to starve before death. It wouldn’t be the fact that she ripped out his heart that would kill him, it would be the shock of watching her eat it.
At long last she felt as alive as one could feel in death! She kicked his now lifeless body aside and smiled in total satisfaction.
She nibbled his lip as his tongue danced with hers, tasting each other’s mouths in passion and lust, she ran her hands down his body, taking his arms and raising them above his head, she quickly handcuffed his hands together and laughed wickedly as she rammed him up against the alter. She quickly took the whip out of her pocket and cracked it to break the silence and to alert the male senses as so few did not know where to draw the line between pleasure and pain. It was all coming back to her, the skills she had learnt long ago, the cracking of the whip in such a way that it wrapped itself around his legs, combined with the handcuffs, making him helpless and surrendered to her. His eyes filled with excitement he tried to speak but she covered his mouth with his hand and told him to shhh. “Just be quite and enjoy what is coming to you as it will surely be the last time you experience such a thing.” She said to him in a husky voice. He just smiled and replied. “Am all yours lady, do with me what you will.” Dutchy almost sighed as she knew she would do just that.
She kissed him a little more but not before throwing his helpless body onto the rug as she threw a little accelerant onto the pile of bones in the corner. The fire and candlelight only added to the romance that would end in only her own satisfaction. He moaned as she ripped his shirt from his body. His pulse was too much for her to bear and her fangs automatically protruded, her guts turned as she anticipated the feeding that would satisfy her completely. She could bear it no longer and attached herself to his neck. He moaned in pleasure raising his body to hers as she pinned him to the ground with her own body. The stupidity of man, thinking he would have his way with her, it was almost laughable! As she felt him weaken she took the knife from her pocket, careful not to drain his last drop of blood as the best was yet to come. She craved purity, she carved to devour from the source of where her feast was produced she wanted to consume him straight from the heart.
His eyes began to roll as she ran the knife down this body, exposing his guts. She reached into the cavity of his open wound and ripped out his heart so fast that the man wouldn’t even feel it. It was known fact that the human brain took fifteen minutes to starve before death. It wouldn’t be the fact that she ripped out his heart that would kill him, it would be the shock of watching her eat it.
At long last she felt as alive as one could feel in death! She kicked his now lifeless body aside and smiled in total satisfaction.
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Dutchy (DELETED 803)
Re: Ressurection
Satisfaction soon turned to remorse as her mental state of psychotic tendencies subsided. She sat on the floor hugging her knees tightly with her head held low. His blood was still around her mouth as she guiltily licked her lips. Her hair was stained in blood, her hands wet with blood, her clothing splattered in blood. She rocked her body humming to herself quietly as she could feel the effects of his blood replenishing her own body. She could feel the throbbing inside her, life taken was life gained it was the only way she knew to justify her actions of brutality. Some would debate there was no need to kill to feed, this was at times true, but other times, when she had not fed for many moons due to her unexplained rests in torpor, the need to kill always aroused her and gave her new meaning to the life as she knew it. As much as she regretted her actions after the fact there was nothing she could do to control herself.
Soon she took in a deep breath and turned and glanced at the lifeless body she had discarded. It would start to rot and pong in a few days, she must dispose of it before this occurred. That was easy enough, after all there was the cemetery outside, every day fresh graves were dug, and it would not be hard to bury him in one of them. Alas there was no time to do this now of course, it would be daylight soon and she needed to rest. She got up off the floor and walked over to his still cuffed body. She gently removed the hand cuffs, and removed the whip from around his ankles. His clothes were in tatters but still she gathered them up and redressed the man as best she could. After he was dressed she held him tightly to her chest and whispered her apologies.
Dutchy could sense the dawn breaking, her mind was exhausted now. A quick glance to the coffin where she originally planned to spend the daylight hours, glance back to the body she was cradling in her arms like a child, no she would not sleep in the coffin today. She carried him to the rug and lay him down. She then lay beside him and drifted off to sleep while holding him as one would have held a loved one.
Soon she took in a deep breath and turned and glanced at the lifeless body she had discarded. It would start to rot and pong in a few days, she must dispose of it before this occurred. That was easy enough, after all there was the cemetery outside, every day fresh graves were dug, and it would not be hard to bury him in one of them. Alas there was no time to do this now of course, it would be daylight soon and she needed to rest. She got up off the floor and walked over to his still cuffed body. She gently removed the hand cuffs, and removed the whip from around his ankles. His clothes were in tatters but still she gathered them up and redressed the man as best she could. After he was dressed she held him tightly to her chest and whispered her apologies.
Dutchy could sense the dawn breaking, her mind was exhausted now. A quick glance to the coffin where she originally planned to spend the daylight hours, glance back to the body she was cradling in her arms like a child, no she would not sleep in the coffin today. She carried him to the rug and lay him down. She then lay beside him and drifted off to sleep while holding him as one would have held a loved one.
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Dutchy (DELETED 803)
Re: Ressurection
She could hear them in her subconsciousness as she slept, or attempted to sleep would be a better way of putting it, she could hear the muffled sobs of grief the tears of loss, and the thuds of earth hitting wood. Dutchy didn’t put much thought into her place of day resting; she didn’t think that just because it was dead silent after sunset that it would be the same during daylight. Her rest was border lining on depressing listening to all the mourning. It took much restraint to not yell at them to shut the hell up that she was trying to sleep! She could hear the footsteps of them all departing, leaving their loved one to rot in the ground. Death becomes us all, or does it? Death is a blessing, the end of sufferance, even for those who appear to not have suffered during life; their death may end the suffering they bring upon others. It was indeed a beautiful thing if one was to pass over to the other side without interference, for those that are caught between the world of the living and the world of the dead it was a different story as Dutchy well knew. Sometimes a true death would be a blessing to her, other times she relished in the fact that she had lived through so many years and seen so much change in the world. She finally drifted back to sleep to catch a few more hours before the sun set.
Dutchy yawned as she awake; even though her sleep was broken she had a feeling of being refreshed. The corpse she was holding was now stiff and cold as rigamortis had set in. She had to dispose of him before he started to pong. The smell of death was something that literally was enough to make Dutchy dry retch. She got up and walked out of the crypt to investigate the new grave site to ensure it would be easy enough to bury the evidence of her psychotic episode from the night before. The fresh mound of turned earth was easy to locate it was right beside the crypt, interesting that no one ever entered the crypt even in curiosity, Dutchy assumed it was not a place the living of today wanted to explore as the living often feared places for the resting. She knelt down at the grave side and said a quick prayer to justify the sacred she was about to disturb. She then quickly dug up the grave with her bare hands till she reached the wooden of the coffin within.
She went back into the crypt and picked up the lifeless body by the wrists and slowly dragged it out of the crypt into the crisp night air. She took it over to the fresh grave and threw it into the hole as if it was nothing but a tattered rag doll that she no longer wanted to play with. She looked down into the hole almost tempted to spit on the corpse as she had no respect for human males but refrained from doing so due to the fact that she had to respect the life he had given her, his blood running through her veins preventing her from starvation. A long sigh was let out before she busied herself filling in the grave. She smiled as she thought of one grave being filled twice in less than twelve hours. It was a perfect scenario no one would ever even suspect. After she was satisfied that the grave looked no different than before she had done her deed, she brushed the dirt off her hands and smiled in triumph. Walking away into the night to explore the rest of her new found city she smiled at what the future may or may not bring her.
Dutchy yawned as she awake; even though her sleep was broken she had a feeling of being refreshed. The corpse she was holding was now stiff and cold as rigamortis had set in. She had to dispose of him before he started to pong. The smell of death was something that literally was enough to make Dutchy dry retch. She got up and walked out of the crypt to investigate the new grave site to ensure it would be easy enough to bury the evidence of her psychotic episode from the night before. The fresh mound of turned earth was easy to locate it was right beside the crypt, interesting that no one ever entered the crypt even in curiosity, Dutchy assumed it was not a place the living of today wanted to explore as the living often feared places for the resting. She knelt down at the grave side and said a quick prayer to justify the sacred she was about to disturb. She then quickly dug up the grave with her bare hands till she reached the wooden of the coffin within.
She went back into the crypt and picked up the lifeless body by the wrists and slowly dragged it out of the crypt into the crisp night air. She took it over to the fresh grave and threw it into the hole as if it was nothing but a tattered rag doll that she no longer wanted to play with. She looked down into the hole almost tempted to spit on the corpse as she had no respect for human males but refrained from doing so due to the fact that she had to respect the life he had given her, his blood running through her veins preventing her from starvation. A long sigh was let out before she busied herself filling in the grave. She smiled as she thought of one grave being filled twice in less than twelve hours. It was a perfect scenario no one would ever even suspect. After she was satisfied that the grave looked no different than before she had done her deed, she brushed the dirt off her hands and smiled in triumph. Walking away into the night to explore the rest of her new found city she smiled at what the future may or may not bring her.
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Dutchy (DELETED 803)
Re: Ressurection
The streets always seemed deserted of her own kind, humans were plentiful not that this was much of a comfort the only advantage to humans was a food supply. This allowed Dutchy to be alone with her thoughts, lost in her own screwed up mind was not such a bad thing. Even if she did see the occasional Vampire, Dutchy was too wary to speak or acknowledge them. Some of them had spoke to her in cafes but only a mere whisper of a human name, which she was intrigued by as why she would need to know the name of any human.
The cafes had become her favourite hangout place, the computers and internet amused her though she had no idea how to use either of them, she enjoyed to just watch and wonder. She would tap a screen at times to see if it did anything, alas not much happened. She watched others and listened to their chatter, she had heard talk of hacking but had no idea what it was or why the ones in these parts found it useful and exciting. It looked so easy yet left Dutchy feeling baffled and questioning her own intelligence. Her time in this city would mostly be spent alone, this was a concept she had already accepted as lessons learnt from previous cities still haunted her. It didn’t seem to matter if it was her own kind or that of human, Dutchy never seemed to fit in anywhere for very long.
She would just wander, think, get in touch with her new local surrounds and most importantly try to gather money. Humans were easy targets, her swift pick pocketing skills had already started to pay off. To others her bank account may seem dismal but to Dutchy it was adequate, she had enough money for what she needed and that was all that mattered to her. After a few pockets had been emptied it was off to the bank to keep her stealing safe from others.
Tonight was uneventful, perhaps it was because she had no desire to feed as her hunger had already been satisfied in more ways than one. She would sleep early to ensure a deep slumber before the mourners started to disturb the peace of her resting place. Tomorrow night she would set about to learn more.......
The cafes had become her favourite hangout place, the computers and internet amused her though she had no idea how to use either of them, she enjoyed to just watch and wonder. She would tap a screen at times to see if it did anything, alas not much happened. She watched others and listened to their chatter, she had heard talk of hacking but had no idea what it was or why the ones in these parts found it useful and exciting. It looked so easy yet left Dutchy feeling baffled and questioning her own intelligence. Her time in this city would mostly be spent alone, this was a concept she had already accepted as lessons learnt from previous cities still haunted her. It didn’t seem to matter if it was her own kind or that of human, Dutchy never seemed to fit in anywhere for very long.
She would just wander, think, get in touch with her new local surrounds and most importantly try to gather money. Humans were easy targets, her swift pick pocketing skills had already started to pay off. To others her bank account may seem dismal but to Dutchy it was adequate, she had enough money for what she needed and that was all that mattered to her. After a few pockets had been emptied it was off to the bank to keep her stealing safe from others.
Tonight was uneventful, perhaps it was because she had no desire to feed as her hunger had already been satisfied in more ways than one. She would sleep early to ensure a deep slumber before the mourners started to disturb the peace of her resting place. Tomorrow night she would set about to learn more.......