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During the hours that this process took, she could've easily been pronounced dead right then and there as she appeared to be nothing more than an empty husk that is a corpse, awaiting her burial. But as time past, that afternoon turning to night as it gave way to day and then proceeded into the final stretch which slowly proved that some form of life remained within the women. It was gradual, first only being an occasional twitch of her eyes under their lids or the slight but noticeable movement of one of her limbs. But once it grew later and the sun had finally set, she began to regain consciousness. Vera managed to open her eyes to small slits, her vision blurry. It took her a moment to try and figure out where she was and why, the events from an unknown amount of time rather hazy in the back of her mind. Though after a minute or two of sifting through the scraps of what she could recall, two things stood out painfully clear.

She had been shot.

And that the owner of the bar had offered to turn her into a vampire.

Vera almost immediately tried to sit up, though the deep ache in her protesting joints and muscles forced her to lie back and process this information. Now fully conscious it was apparent that the blood she consumed had done something, seeing as initially a few things were noticed. First, the lack of pain she felt was a great relief though that was replaced with a numbing and sore sensation present mostly everywhere around her body. Next, the woman caught herself not breathing, which she quickly fixed though felt no sort of urge to do so. After this, it finally was noticed that her head began to swim as all the surrounding stimuli tore at her senses, the effect itself rather nauseating. Finally she managed to fumble around with her blood soaked shirt, trying to lift it ever carefully to see if she could get a glimpse at the wound. The flesh in the bullet’s entry was tender though it appeared to be all but healed. Letting the cloth fall back onto her torso and her head back onto the couch she had been placed upon, Vera closed her eyes and tried to tell herself that insanity was a very clear possibility.

She been having a mental war for herself for about 5 minutes before footsteps could be heard walking up a set of nearby stairs. Somewhat expecting who it might be, she simply remained where she was and awaited their arrival.

As the door was thrown open with a rather loud slam, she winced slightly at the noise though remain silent as the man who's name she was struggling to recall was speaking to a woman she had yet to meet. Their voices, despite speaking at a normal tone, almost felt as if they were thundering in her ears making Vera's bought of nausea that much worse. But the effect lessened as they kept on speaking and as the vampire had focused on her, asked how she was, and introduced the other person as Roxette. The woman scanned his face before being forced to briefly shut her eyes. "As if I had just lost an argument with a Mack truck on the interstate." She opened them once more and made eyes contact. "I'm sorry...but I'm having trouble remembering your name...hell, make that the last..." She trailed off, a light frown touching her lips. "How...much time has past?" Vera's eyes flicked from the two as she waited for an answer.

When he began speaking, Vera remained quite and listened. It hadn't felt that 24 hours had past though it didn't seem like such a far fetched idea. Next he introduced himself, this time the name sticking for longer than a few seconds. But as he continued onto the blood line, this is where it began to get a bit difficult. Despite having many more questions, the woman clenched her jaw and forced herself to remain silent, only nodding in response. And then he mentioned having to consume blood to rid herself of what she was currently feeling. This caused an odd look to pass over her face, a mix of various emotions hardly able be to be told from one another. Lancaster gestured for the other woman to join them, she sitting on the floor with her arm out, unfazed by the whole ordeal.

This was the type of situation Vera would've never thought to have found herself in.

She was hesitant, looking between the two with a slightly nervous gaze. The new vampire didn't want to feed, though the ache in her bones and the horrid head ache that was causing bile and stomach acid to rise in the back of her throat was suggesting otherwise. Shifting her position on the couch carefully, she looked at Roxette's wrist, the thought of blood causing an extreme pain to explode in her gums. She closed her eyes and waited for the feeling to pass, her discomfort intensifying for a brief moment. Once her fangs had finished extending, nearly spearing her tongue in the process, she reopened them. And without a second though, Vera leaned forward and bit down.

After this point, there weren't many words to describe what she felt.

As she drank, the stiffness in her aching joints began to fade, her mind cleared and she basically began to feel a hell of a lot better. As if she had just woken up from a full nights rest.

As if by some instinctual timer, Vera released and leaned back clearly in a daze.

It took a few moments for Vera to pull herself out of the stupor she was in. Though even as she did, she was still marveling over what she felt. Blinking a few times, the woman finally found her voice though rather...unfiltered. "Holy...****..." She shook her head as if that would assist in clearing it before focusing on Lancaster. "Does it always feel this...." She searched for the word though was unable to do so. Leaving the sentence unfinished, the fledgling quickly continued, her tone sobering up slightly and gaining a rather serious edge. "But...please, tell me I'm not going insane. This...whatever this is, is actually happening? I-I was shot an..." Vera trailed off, clearly struggling to process it all at once due to finally having a moment to do so.

The woman pursed her lips as Lancaster finished her sentence, though not being able to situate her mouth correctly considering her fangs were still extended. If only she had taken a cab or maybe ignored the song that the man before her had sung then she would still be technically living life as normal. Speaking of that...what about her rather small family, her job? Explaining to someone that you are currently without a pulse isn't something you can just slip casually into a conversation.

I mean, you could.

But it'd be rather awkward.

Or taken as a joke.

Maybe both...

Blinking a few times she then switched her focus to Landcaster's words, listening rather intently. As he spoke of her heightened senses, she didn't respond though mentally commented that that was quite the understatement. Despite having taken her fill of blood, which had done quite a bit in dulling the discomfort she felt, the woman's ears rang with all sorts of noises, nose all sorts of scents, all from unknown origins. Vera couldn't imagine one day being able to bare it all.

But that thought only caused more questions to arise. One in particular being if, as stated is multiple forms of media, vampires are immortal. It was a puzzling concept, seeing as the human inhuman mind can just barely if only sort of under stand the concept of a certain thing being "infinite" seeing as most things in their lives are surely "finite." But one thing at a time, as the vampire had said.

Everything so far (seeing as not much had been covered) was making sense, although Lancaster's next statement confused her a bit. Path? What was that suppose to mean? But it looked as if her question was about to be answered as Elliot grabbed a mirror and knife before asking if she could see her reflection. Peering into the piece of reflective glass, it was an odd sensation not being able to see herself. "No...I can't."