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She knew she was hard to handle, high maintence. There wasn't a day that went by that she didn't expect herself to remain locked in the office just so she wouldn't have to deal with **** but more so for the sake of others. She kept herself secluded because like she'd been told, she was not a good sire, she was not a good person and most of all she was one of the most annoying and hated people. It may have been words in anger but it is always easier to believe the worst things people say about you (even if they don't mean it, there is always a little truth in what is said). And what was told to her was how lousy a wife she was, a sire. It hurt when it was said and it still hurt. What is said, can't be unsaid. Now she wasn't miss innocent in any of this, not by a long shot. But unlike everyone else, she accepted her responsibility. Knowing what you did wrong, what had impacted people and drove them away was always a good thing to keep in mind.

As she walked from Cherrydale down to Honeymead, she pondered all these thoughts and so much more. She stopped long enough at the gas station to buy some cigarettes. A habit she assumed was started before she had been turned but lucky for her, she didn't have very many memories from before she was vampire. There was some fleeting images in the dreams and nightmares but those were seeping away too.

Another thing that was said, how selfish she was. What an ego she had to think just because she ran the Metronome Club and threw some parties that she was liked. They never liked her, no they enjoyed being brought together... that it was by her was a side effect. All of these things played in her head with every step she took. She needed to break free, to shake it off and remember what it was to smile. Remember what it was to not have her cheek wet with the reminder of the past. Through all of this, she had still wanted him back until recently. Things would never be right, they should never be right. Her heart was now an empty void. How could she love anyone else, when she only loved herself yet couldn't even tolerate herself. If that made any sense..

The reason things never worked out was because trust. There was none. Not on either end. If she did anything, anything at all, it was questions and demeaned. The sad part is she allowed it, not only did she push away everyone who care for her, she secluded herself away the few who tried to offer the olive branch. The few who tried to love her even after her marriage had been over. She tried, and tried, but nothing worked out because of her. It was her. She was an aweful person after all. Everything that was said was right. instead of wallowing in self pity, she brushed herself off. Screw this. Screw them!

A smile came to her face, they want a bad guy... they will get one.

She looked around, taking in the sites of Wickbridge not completely sure how she had walked from one end of the city to the other but she didn't care. She went over to the bank and pulled out some cash. As soon as she walked out, she laced the cash with glitter. Harmless joke, or is it? She went down between the buildings and jumped... she didn't aim for the other side no she aimed for the roof. Once up there she went to the edge.

In her hands she took the money and tossed it in the air letting it rain down to the sidewalk. Instead of watching the spoils of her actions, she kicked on celerity and made it down in front of the building. Not caring if she had been seen, this would be interesting. She didn't jump and run for the money like others were. It was going to be fun to watch the outcome!

Vampires..
A word that floated around as often as the breeze itself here. Back home they never had that discussion.. not that Narla was involved in those conversations at least. It was a fascinating fact. There were people living but very dead walking around as normally as living, breathing people. Something as fantastic as that could mean she was not as crazy as her family believed her to be. Just because they couldn't see what she sees...

"Who am I kidding.." She muttered beneath a whisper as she watched the crowd of souls shuffle through the streets and walkways. Some of them, she noticed, gathered around a single person, or two. Most of those individuals seemed not to notice the faces crowding within inches of his or her own. Those expressions ranged anywhere from placid to tender.. to furious, and were just as varied in youth and decay. Sometimes it was easy to tell apart one from the other. The living from the imagined..

Most of the time it wasn't.

The streets were crowded with people who know her and people who just heard about her. They talked over each other, to themselves, to one another, to her.
A mesh of voices.
Always loud.
Asking.
Pleading.

Earlier, a gentleman approached her. He wasn't forward or strange... so nice and patient. James was his name? He noticed she was lost and offered to help. He lead her to the university and even waited for her to finish.. She was in a room for hours.. and yet he waited.. Narla understood she should have known better than to speak to strange men but James was helpful, and kind of handsome.. She got into a conversation with him ... He was a great listener. In the back of her mind, she thought..."He just wants to sleep with me." Yet, Narla enjoyed speaking to someone that took the time to listen.. that doesn't happen often. She didn't notice the strange looks people gave her, or the extra walking space. Her eyes were held solely on him.
It wasn't until a biker rode right through him that she realized he wasn't.. there.
The feeling in the pit of her gut?
It was always the weight of a cold lead ball crushing her heart into her intestines.
She stopped talking to him since.
He's still walking beside her.
Yet another reminder of her absence of sanity.

Narla made a point not to speak to anyone unless she knew they were physically there despite how often that strategy failed in the past. No matter how much they screamed and threatened. Don't listen to them.

"Don't listen to them.." She reminded herself again, rounding the corner of whatever building the corner belonged to.

Then it happened...
Something thin and papery flitted into her face.

Narla jolted, absolutely not expecting anything to touch her. She quickly swatted the slip of paper away, unaware of the glitter now stuck to her face. Her gaze shifted from ahead to around herself.

"What?"

There was glitter money -EVERYWHERE-.

Of course.. the first instinct Narla had was not to look up or try to find who would have done something so flashy and amusing. No. Her first instinct was to bury her face in her hands gasping a startled breath to try and hide the very brief wash of tears in her eyes. There was her confirmation of the day.
She wasn’t just crazy.
She was batcrap insane.
Great.

Perhaps it was so other would feel the amount of pain she was in. I mean what woman would trust a man coming home covered in glitter with spare bills that would fit into the strings of an exotic dancer. At least until the news hit about the money there would be a bit of friction and chaos within the city. Baby steps, baby steps.. Being evil wasn't really her fortay.

She kept walking unaware of things that had changed within the city. When had these check points been put in? Please seemed to know she was a vampire?? The looks and whispers that she didn't notice before were coming to light. What happened to this city while she was gone??? The vast difference was scary to think of. She just kept right on walking. It wasn't like she had any real place to be, except work. A place she was avoiding at all costs. Who cares, the places ran themselves while she was away. Of course she had been working the whole time she was away. Reciepts and transcripts were logged into the computer, she watched the survalence video feeds and talked to the staff via video and telephone chats almost daily. It wasn't like she was actually lazing about somewhere.

She had a hidden office that was apart from the city. She just needed for a while to not be on the soil here in THIS town. Where so many people she had known, come and gone like the wind. This is what made being a vampire a curse ... the people that come and go like a leaf on the wind.

(edit: ooc note: Sorry it was short, I did it from my phone)

Tomas was out for his nightly umm, “bite of dinner” as he never seemed to know what to call it. He was much more comfortable and proficient with it as well. His current target that he was following was a lovely young lady with dark curly hair and a bit shorter than him. He was following her completely unnoticed as he had a bunch of flowers and seemed to be looking for an address on the buildings and she was doing something on her phone! Behind her phone he saw she carried several sparkling bills. Definitely not the smartest thing in this city and time.
Just as the lady stepped in front of an alley, Tomas stepped up right behind her and encircled her waist tightly and lifting her with one arm while the other hand quickly pulled aside her hair and he bit into the back of her neck as he stepped into the shadow of the alley. She stopped struggling and went completely limp in Tomas’s arms. As he drank he looked down and noticed the sparkling bills and they were actually covered in glitter. After having his drink and leaving her unharmed in any lasting way, Tomas gave her neck a light kiss as he let her hair cascade back over the bite mark and set her down in the alley. Picking a flower from the bunch as he dropped them on the side of the alley, he pulled the young lady towards the entrance to the alley, setting a flower in her curls, and with a soft swat on her bum he watched her meander away down the street. Hoping that if anyone had seen anything they would think it was nothing out of the ordinary.

Walking the way, she had come from, he heard a commotion up and around the corner. Looking carefully around he jumped into an unlit doorway to wait and watch. Bills and glitter were all over the street and people were scrambling to pick them up. Something told Tomas not to do anything, things too good to be true usually wasn’t so he leaned against the wall in the darkness and just started to survey what all was going on as the people continued to fight over the money and run away. Only unusual thing he saw was a lady walking casually away from this, considering all the commotion they were ignoring, Tomas thought that was odd.

Although he knew he shouldn’t interfere or get involved in the least, curiosity got the better of him and he decided to follow at a healthy distance so he could bail if he decided to. Staying on the opposite side of the street and keeping her just barely in sight ahead of him

She didn't hate anyone. It wasn't in her nature. She loved everyone. Even the people she didn't like, she didn't dislike.them either. There was only one person she really hated, despised even. That was herself. It wasn't the vampire curse that kept her from looking into mirror, but that did and it, it was her eyes. That soul void she could see staring back at her. Sure she had loved, loved with every fiber of her being till there was nothing left of her. And sure there was mistakes made on all parts, but the only thing she was ever good at was running rather than confronting her feelings. She ran to another state, another country, or even stayed hidden here in town. But it was the only thing she had truly mastered.

Now she needed to return. To the one place she herself had come back and face her past to move on from it. To grow and learn from those mistakes and to find the higher ground. Just being here remindered her of her past. She had been so young and stupid once. Back in the day when Auruellis was around, when they had been together.

It wasn't like she had been totally innocent, especially after him. There was the not so secret crush she had on Vaungh. The one who got away... Why did she ever turn her back on him? Was she fed lies? Was it all the truth? Was she being used as a pawn to win some sick twisted mind **** against someone else? But he died for her and with her. She had felt true heartbreak when they caught their way out of hell... When he showed up at her door. All she had wanted to do was Rin into his arms, but he used her... He died to not to show he cared but to trick her. Hadn't he?

She had affairs. There was married men who promised her the world, she gave them hell for staying married when they said they picked her. Finally, she'd met her husband. She turned him... She was jealous and that was when it hit her. She didn't feel jealously. Really before him. That faithful night she was out and followed the sound of the music to him... Only for it to be a nightmare. The reason she stayed away was... She didn't want to hear I told you so's. The whispers and the pointing. The pitiful looks. She stayed away to avoid that and to avoid her own demons. She kept right on running.

In the process she screwed up something..... She was knocked to the ground by a rather large man. "Sorry lady," he muttered. Helping her to her feet. "Oh you dropped this." He slipped her a piece of paper then strolled off. She looked down to the black lettering on the crisp white paper. The handwriting. Was ledgable. 'You are being followed'.

She crimpled the letter.tucking it into her pocket. Her hand reached in her pocket, back braced against the wall for the moment, she flicked the red Bic send the small flame to life lighting the butt of the cigarette. After a few inhales she wondered down an alleyway. It took only seconds to get up the fire escape and find the perfect alcove where she could see them but they couldn't see her. She played the waiting game hoping the smoke looked.like a dryer vent. Two men encroached the opening of the alleyway. Both men wore police uniforms and heavily armed.

She watched the two looking back and forth searching seemingly for her. "Dude, I swear she came down here." He said to his co-worker. The two played off each other well, not only was the banter between them that of good friends but the contrast of their looks played hand in hand too. One as dark as night while the other as bright as a honing beacon in the alleyway. She kept an eye on them debating if she wanted to jump down there or not.


(Ooc: from the phone so plz forgive mistakes)

Tomas followed the lady for some ways before she finally stopped and was intently watching up ahead of her. Unfortunately, he was too far behind her to see what was going on or what she was watching so he quietly worked his way forward towards her. As he was working his way forward the lady picked up a cat from the street. “Random coincidence or something else?” He thought to himself, “although everything is odd in this city it seems!”

His musings were suddenly cut short as he saw two new figures up ahead. As he watched the newcomers to the party, he noticed a glint from the chest of one of them, “Badges!” he figured. Barely thinking, which was a reoccurring problem for him, he decides to ‘help’ the lady or at least he hoped it would help despite his current predicament with the police. His odd mood this evening also didn’t help as he was ready for some mischief again.

Tomas steps back into the last alley he had seen, and then starts off down it at a jog. After going for a couple of blocks and finding a deserted street. Knowing the cops he just left were in easy earshot, he pulls his pistol and sends a couple of shots into the air. Holstering his weapon quickly he bolts from the area and makes toward the river. Although he knew basically where he was, he knew he could find his way around from the river just in case. At a dead run he starts his circuitous journey wondering if the cops were following him at all or if he would find his way back.

The woman caught her eye but she was more attentive of the police that were on her. They had been following for some time since another person had noticed and staged bumping into her. What a kind soul he was for that. The woman looked familiar, quite so but the distance made it a little hard to see. It wasn't until the cat had come into the frame was she absolutely sure. She whispered, "Ginny." Into the night. How many nights had the cats kept her company.

BANG

The sound made her jump nearly giving away her location. That sound, gun fire. The cops looked around frantic for a moment then took off running down and out of the alleyway. Wow... Now that was some luck. First the man bumping into her to warn her and now the gun fire. This night was already starting to peek. But there was one other person she needed to see.

It only took a moment to land feet first like some super hero jumping off the side of the building. She brushed herself off and looked at Zodiac, into her mind she spoke to the mute woman, "My Queen Zo Ho." Now Cristiana was the only woman or person for that matter that would get away with calling Zodiac a ho. And live to tell about it. She waited in the alley lighting another cigarette wondering if Zodiac had been the one following her, if she made the gun fire happen. Or was it a weird and strange happens chance. In this town you never quite know what you will run into or what will happen. But for once, she was single and free. Freshly stamped and sealed divorce papers. There was no stopping her now. She smiled a cheeky grin at the woman. Ahhh she had missed her Zo Ho.