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Posted: 15 Aug 2011, 21:45
Days have passed.
Many days have passed.
I have forgotten how many days. I tried counting but I cannot concentrate. Cannot count. Cannot remember..
Decisions have been made.
Firstly, paper.
My mind is no longer keeping track of things. Paper will do that for me.
Paper.
It had been a few weeks since the night that Regina's life changed. Since the night that something descended upon her and drained her of her life..since the night that she became a vampire.
Regina had made her life selling to people things they wanted to hear. Instinctively, she quickly learned at a young age, people wanted comfort. Comfort that there was life after death was usually chief among them. Comfort that dead loved ones exsisted somewhere and were happy. She provided the kind of comfort that settled both of these requirements. Some said she was a medium, some a mind-reader, others a telepath. She knew better. She was a con-man, or, con-woman if you prefer, with a very good private detective under her employ.
Ironic it is that she used to "use her mind" to get ahead in life, considering that her undead life was now at the mercy of her mind. She'd been turned into a telepathic creature of the night, and her mind had shattered under the weight of the transformation. Memory of everything before that night was gone, and she was losing grip on what she'd done since being turned, already. She'd been wearing a very simple jeans and t-shirt combo when she'd been "turned"- and she hadn't yet thought to change them. She was losing too many memories to bother with such trivial matters. She needed a way to remember..
Then she remembered about pen and paper.
Decisions were made..Decisions.
The demon.
Confront it. Find it, confront it.
Speak to it?
.....
It did not speak to me. It was hard, but I found it.
Found it.
FOUND IT AND IT IGNORED ME!
Regina had not at this time, discovered CrowNet, but despite this she'd generated an obsession with finding the "demon" that changed her. That killed her. That turned her into what she was now. Her abilities with her mind were growing quickly, she also found...
Ignore me..ignore me now!
Minds connect.
Minds connected...Minds connect and one comes out strong, other weak.
IT WEAK.
It had taken time for her to find Amber-Lynn, the "demon" - but find her she did, and the time it took to find her had enabled her to quickly grow as a vampire. Grow into a swift thief and strong minded telepath. After two days of using the Overwhelm ability on her sire in what was evidently a futile bid to get her attention, she decided it was time for something a little less discreet.
Cracks in the night, tonight.
Cracks. Loud cracks.
Time for cracks at the demon. It will work!
Regina had finally amassed enough cash to buy a handgun and a few bullets. She quickly went back to where she knew her ignorant sire sat, smiled, and unloaded.
Several rounds found their mark.
Cracks! LOUD CRACKS!
Cracks now in demon. Demon will wake now!
WAKE!
Many days have passed.
I have forgotten how many days. I tried counting but I cannot concentrate. Cannot count. Cannot remember..
Decisions have been made.
Firstly, paper.
My mind is no longer keeping track of things. Paper will do that for me.
Paper.
It had been a few weeks since the night that Regina's life changed. Since the night that something descended upon her and drained her of her life..since the night that she became a vampire.
Regina had made her life selling to people things they wanted to hear. Instinctively, she quickly learned at a young age, people wanted comfort. Comfort that there was life after death was usually chief among them. Comfort that dead loved ones exsisted somewhere and were happy. She provided the kind of comfort that settled both of these requirements. Some said she was a medium, some a mind-reader, others a telepath. She knew better. She was a con-man, or, con-woman if you prefer, with a very good private detective under her employ.
Ironic it is that she used to "use her mind" to get ahead in life, considering that her undead life was now at the mercy of her mind. She'd been turned into a telepathic creature of the night, and her mind had shattered under the weight of the transformation. Memory of everything before that night was gone, and she was losing grip on what she'd done since being turned, already. She'd been wearing a very simple jeans and t-shirt combo when she'd been "turned"- and she hadn't yet thought to change them. She was losing too many memories to bother with such trivial matters. She needed a way to remember..
Then she remembered about pen and paper.
Decisions were made..Decisions.
The demon.
Confront it. Find it, confront it.
Speak to it?
.....
It did not speak to me. It was hard, but I found it.
Found it.
FOUND IT AND IT IGNORED ME!
Regina had not at this time, discovered CrowNet, but despite this she'd generated an obsession with finding the "demon" that changed her. That killed her. That turned her into what she was now. Her abilities with her mind were growing quickly, she also found...
Ignore me..ignore me now!
Minds connect.
Minds connected...Minds connect and one comes out strong, other weak.
IT WEAK.
It had taken time for her to find Amber-Lynn, the "demon" - but find her she did, and the time it took to find her had enabled her to quickly grow as a vampire. Grow into a swift thief and strong minded telepath. After two days of using the Overwhelm ability on her sire in what was evidently a futile bid to get her attention, she decided it was time for something a little less discreet.
Cracks in the night, tonight.
Cracks. Loud cracks.
Time for cracks at the demon. It will work!
Regina had finally amassed enough cash to buy a handgun and a few bullets. She quickly went back to where she knew her ignorant sire sat, smiled, and unloaded.
Several rounds found their mark.
Cracks! LOUD CRACKS!
Cracks now in demon. Demon will wake now!
WAKE!