Welcome to Hell....again
Posted: 15 Jan 2014, 09:24
Klara was worn out from hunting zombies and other oddities of the night. Simon had been spending some time alone trying to process everything that had happened in the past few weeks. Klara lonely and unable to just sit in her apartment decided to do some hunting, hoping she could wear herself out so she could sleep. With the mood she’d been in after their last serious talk she needed to kill something.
She spied a comfortable looking chair as she walked down the hall and sat down for a few minutes. She slouched down into the chair, leaning her head back she swiftly fell asleep. Her dreams as usual made no sense, just random images in her mind though there seemed to be urgency tonight, almost as if something was trying to warn her. She was awoken by a searing pain, screaming out she looked down as she saw the blood pouring out of her leg. “Damn it” she cursed as she saw the hunter run off. “******* pussy come back here and fight like a man!” She screamed at the retreating figure.
The blood poured from her leg pooling on the floor by her foot. She cursed softly as she dug through her bag looking for the items she would need to heal wound. She needed to hurry before anyone saw her. The noise of the gun was bound to draw attention and that was the last thing she needed. Klara found the needed items and began to treat herself.
As Klara began she felt herself disappearing from where she sat and reappeared in the middle of a group of people who began one by one to attack her. It all happened so fast that Klara had no chance to even fight back. It was as if she was asleep and watching it take place in a dream. It didn’t take long before the critical wound was cast and the next hit sent her to hell.
“Damn it all to hell” she screamed into the darkness. “I ******* hate this place,” she screamed again. She was angry. There was more to this than just a bounty. The bounty list was a mile long and many had been on there since early to mid-December and she had made it to the list that morning and a few hours later she was dead. There was more to this than just the luck of the draw. She wondered if someone had agreed to back the hit and if there was she was pretty sure she knew who would be behind it.
Klara began her search for spirits in earnest. There was a person she thought was a wraith and she attacked her gaining a much-needed anima. A part of her felt bad that she had increased the woman’s death wound but it had been an accident. She wanted to be ready to leave when the time came. She determined if she saw her again she would apologize for it and do her best to make amends. It wasn’t her fault that she had been sent back to this hellhole.
Tears blurred her eyes as she moved through the darkness. She wanted to punch something but there was nothing around to punch. She was so angry. Would she even have a life when she got back she wondered? The tears began to flow in earnest as she realized she would miss her trip to Chicago with Simon. All her dreams were on her doorstep and yet again they were all ripped away. She and Simon were working on their issues and because of a fight with his mother which led to a fight between them he had disappeared on her again. Her soon to be husband and now her child both ripped away from her.
Klara knew that Quoth would make sure Simon knew she had been killed, most likely to gloat and encourage him to leave her. She even wondered if Simon had had a hand in it behind the scenes. Didn’t he tell her once it was his job to sight and notify those with bounties? If it was his job she could understand but she wondered if she would ever want to know. She knew Crissy would have encouraged her killing as well. As much as she wanted to see both of them dead, her heart was more concerned for Simon. She was getting the distinct feeling that it was soon to be over between them. She couldn’t blame him really since his family made his life a living hell because they hated her so much. The sins of those that came before her she was paying for. Not one of them knew or nor had they taken the time to knew her. She was being judged for something she had nothing to do with but they were so stubborn no matter how much Simon talked to them it always fell on deaf ears. Why couldn’t they see they were hurting him?
Dropping to her knees, bending over with her head on the floor she wept. She knew Simon would be angry with her. She sent him a telepath begging him to find out what was behind this. She knew his mother had done a ritual to him and burdened him and he had an injury. She was worried. Very worried. It had been days since she had heard from him and now when she needed him the most she couldn’t seem to tap into his mind. She prayed that soon she would have an answer, his reassurance.
Klara cried even harder, wailing, scratching her skin realizing that without Simon she had no one. She was utterly and completely alone. Damalie was on a mission somewhere in the world and Kanet was sleeping and had been for years. Wolfgang was busy with his own family as well as her other friends. The only person that truly cared about her was Simon and the realization hit that maybe he didn’t love her enough to fight against his family. He had always told her he could never walk away from his sire. Frantic now she sent another telepath to him telling him how much she loved him, begging him to come and visit her for the day. She needed him so much right now.
Klara continued to walk, searching for the wall and the corner. It’s where she liked to rest, not out in the open where one could be attacked. She curled into a ball and began to rock, her tears starting anew. She didn’t know how long she lay there before sleep claimed her but she was grateful for the oblivion.
She spied a comfortable looking chair as she walked down the hall and sat down for a few minutes. She slouched down into the chair, leaning her head back she swiftly fell asleep. Her dreams as usual made no sense, just random images in her mind though there seemed to be urgency tonight, almost as if something was trying to warn her. She was awoken by a searing pain, screaming out she looked down as she saw the blood pouring out of her leg. “Damn it” she cursed as she saw the hunter run off. “******* pussy come back here and fight like a man!” She screamed at the retreating figure.
The blood poured from her leg pooling on the floor by her foot. She cursed softly as she dug through her bag looking for the items she would need to heal wound. She needed to hurry before anyone saw her. The noise of the gun was bound to draw attention and that was the last thing she needed. Klara found the needed items and began to treat herself.
As Klara began she felt herself disappearing from where she sat and reappeared in the middle of a group of people who began one by one to attack her. It all happened so fast that Klara had no chance to even fight back. It was as if she was asleep and watching it take place in a dream. It didn’t take long before the critical wound was cast and the next hit sent her to hell.
“Damn it all to hell” she screamed into the darkness. “I ******* hate this place,” she screamed again. She was angry. There was more to this than just a bounty. The bounty list was a mile long and many had been on there since early to mid-December and she had made it to the list that morning and a few hours later she was dead. There was more to this than just the luck of the draw. She wondered if someone had agreed to back the hit and if there was she was pretty sure she knew who would be behind it.
Klara began her search for spirits in earnest. There was a person she thought was a wraith and she attacked her gaining a much-needed anima. A part of her felt bad that she had increased the woman’s death wound but it had been an accident. She wanted to be ready to leave when the time came. She determined if she saw her again she would apologize for it and do her best to make amends. It wasn’t her fault that she had been sent back to this hellhole.
Tears blurred her eyes as she moved through the darkness. She wanted to punch something but there was nothing around to punch. She was so angry. Would she even have a life when she got back she wondered? The tears began to flow in earnest as she realized she would miss her trip to Chicago with Simon. All her dreams were on her doorstep and yet again they were all ripped away. She and Simon were working on their issues and because of a fight with his mother which led to a fight between them he had disappeared on her again. Her soon to be husband and now her child both ripped away from her.
Klara knew that Quoth would make sure Simon knew she had been killed, most likely to gloat and encourage him to leave her. She even wondered if Simon had had a hand in it behind the scenes. Didn’t he tell her once it was his job to sight and notify those with bounties? If it was his job she could understand but she wondered if she would ever want to know. She knew Crissy would have encouraged her killing as well. As much as she wanted to see both of them dead, her heart was more concerned for Simon. She was getting the distinct feeling that it was soon to be over between them. She couldn’t blame him really since his family made his life a living hell because they hated her so much. The sins of those that came before her she was paying for. Not one of them knew or nor had they taken the time to knew her. She was being judged for something she had nothing to do with but they were so stubborn no matter how much Simon talked to them it always fell on deaf ears. Why couldn’t they see they were hurting him?
Dropping to her knees, bending over with her head on the floor she wept. She knew Simon would be angry with her. She sent him a telepath begging him to find out what was behind this. She knew his mother had done a ritual to him and burdened him and he had an injury. She was worried. Very worried. It had been days since she had heard from him and now when she needed him the most she couldn’t seem to tap into his mind. She prayed that soon she would have an answer, his reassurance.
Klara cried even harder, wailing, scratching her skin realizing that without Simon she had no one. She was utterly and completely alone. Damalie was on a mission somewhere in the world and Kanet was sleeping and had been for years. Wolfgang was busy with his own family as well as her other friends. The only person that truly cared about her was Simon and the realization hit that maybe he didn’t love her enough to fight against his family. He had always told her he could never walk away from his sire. Frantic now she sent another telepath to him telling him how much she loved him, begging him to come and visit her for the day. She needed him so much right now.
Klara continued to walk, searching for the wall and the corner. It’s where she liked to rest, not out in the open where one could be attacked. She curled into a ball and began to rock, her tears starting anew. She didn’t know how long she lay there before sleep claimed her but she was grateful for the oblivion.