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Post by Kryshna on Oct 7, 2011 20:52:56 GMT -5
The hospital was relatively quiet. The halls were empty except for the occasional nurse walking from room to room, doing rounds. A cough here, a sneeze there. The main levels were uneventful. Sterile, still, as a hospital was suppose to be.
But, further into the hospital, separated from the rest of the patients, as one walked down the halls, one could hear the change. At first, it was very quiet, but as one walked further and further down the rather bright hall, that even at night, the windows showed day, the yelling got louder and louder.
In the isolation ward, through the furthest door, beyond two guards posted at all times, was the creature. Its wounds had healed over, the splinters and shards of wood removed. A beam of sunlight from a high up window shown down on the only door in the room. The window was too high for the creature to reach.
It was obvious the creature had already tried for the door. The evidence of it was the burn on her hand, an injury that would take a bit longer to heal than the stab wound she had received earlier. Her weapons had been removed and chains had been attached to the ground near the far wall. She had already broken them once. Reinforced with magic, now, she was back in the chains and struggling against them. Her wrists were raw and blood could be seen along the shackles. Her eyes were wild with rage
She kept repeating the same few words, over and over again. Sometimes in Arabic, sometimes in broken English. But always the same words.
“Blood… Master… Death… Failure”
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Post by Kieran Michael Dawn on Oct 11, 2011 23:00:14 GMT -5
Yes, he knew it was a bad idea.
Chase was right, and Kieran knew it. They couldn't spare any of the hospital's blood supply to feed a creature that could very well kill them all. He should forget about the creature and go on about his rounds for the evening, then go home, polish off half a bottle of firewhiskey, and go to bed.
But for some reason, he couldn't get that look out of his head. The way she had looked at him as he was trying to dig the splinters out of her skin. She wasn't human, and he knew that... but that didn't mean she didn't have feelings.
Oh, he was being an idiot. He almost turned back half a dozen times, but somehow he still found himself outside that hallway leading to the isolation ward. There were two Ministry guards standing in front of the door, but he wasn't concerned with them. He approached them, explained that he needed to check on his patient, and with almost no argument at all, they allowed him to pass.
He stepped into the room cautiously, holding his hands up in the air. "Hey. I... I wanted to check on you. To see if you healed yourself well enough."
Did the vampire even understand him? He felt like an idiot.
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Post by Kryshna on Oct 12, 2011 20:58:08 GMT -5
Kryshna's head snapped in his direction with a slight growl. But, she did instantly stop moving when she saw him. She paused, not moving a muscle for a moment, looking him up and down, as if assessing if he was a threat or not. Finally, she began pacing, her eyes watching him.
She was a caged, chained animal. He could see it in her eyes. Those were not the eyes he had seen in the surgery room. These were the eyes of the creature, impatient and waiting to strike. Occasionally, a growl escaped her.
He could see splatters of blood here and there about the room. Healing scratches could be seen here and there on her and it looked as though she had been clenching her fists so hard that she had been digging her finger nails into the palm of her hand. Blood was still dripping from those wounds. The others were mostly healed, though not very quickly.
Her clothing had not changed. Through the hole in her shirt, he could see where the stab wound was. It looked mostly healed over. Her regeneration was incredible. But he could still see where the wound had been. Currently, it looked like a very fresh, horrible scar.
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Post by Kieran Michael Dawn on Oct 19, 2011 17:17:45 GMT -5
That was almost enough to convince Kieran to leave the room and forget that he'd ever had this crazy, stupid idea. Almost. He backed up cautiously, raising his hands above him as he inched toward the door. But he didn't leave.
"Relax," he said, although he had no idea if the creature understood him. "I'm not going to hurt you. I helped you before, remember?"
He stood there for a moment, his back to the door, watching her warily. He tried to meet her eyes, to show her that he wasn't afraid of her. Even though he was.
"I thought you might need some blood," he said at last. He reached into his robe and pulled out a surgical scalpel. His eyes still on her, he sliced a long gash into his arm. Slowly, he advanced toward her, holding his bleeding arm out in front of him.
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Post by Kryshna on Oct 29, 2011 16:44:14 GMT -5
She could smell it. Instantly, she felt the beast rising in her again. Instinct told her to attack, feed and free herself. The look in her eyes said the same thing as soon as she saw the blood. But, another part of her told her no. Paranoia perhaps. It was possible he had poisoned his own blood to kill her. But no, she knew that there were better ways to kill her now than that. Then why was he offering his own blood to her, a monster?
She decided to risk it. She moved, cautiously, to the edge of the sunlight. There was still more room for her to move on the chains, but she feared the light. Her eyes showed intelligence but he could see the struggle behind them. It took so much to control this beast inside of her. She had already seen the look he gave her when she growled at him. He knew she could kill him easily and probably with no remorse, but still he offered himself.
She stood at the edge of her sunlight cage, unable to move any closer to him. Her eyes did not look away from the cut for a long while Finally, she looked up at his eyes.
"Why?"
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Post by Kieran Michael Dawn on Oct 30, 2011 23:42:06 GMT -5
It was a good question, and Kieran didn't know how to answer it. He had stopped moving forward when she reached the sunlight, so that there was now about an arm's length between his outstretched arm and her. His eyes were fixed on hers, trying to see if he could see the humanity he had seen in her earlier. It was there, just a tiny trace. Or maybe it was in his imagination, and she really was just a beast. Kieran wasn't even sure anymore. Maybe he'd only seen what he wanted to see. But why would he want to see that?
"I don't know," he said. "Maybe I just feel responsible for you, because I worked so hard to help you. Maybe I'm just crazy. But I guess... You didn't choose any of this, did you?"
He moved a little closer, walking slowly and barely breathing as he did. He reached her at last, so that she was just close enough to touch. But then he lowered his arm so it was out of her reach again and looked at her warily. "Just a little, OK? So you don't starve."
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Post by Kryshna on Nov 4, 2011 14:49:07 GMT -5
Kryshna nodded once in agreement. So she was intelligent. Her hands were ice cold when she took his arm. But she did not hurt him, nor fight him or rush into it. She was actually very gentle with him, cautious even. She did not bite him, only drank from the wound that he had created. As she drank, he felt her skin beginning to warm.
She did not drink long, a minute max, before she pulled back slightly, licking the wound. Very quickly, the skin stitched itself back together until nothing more than a reddish line was left. Before she let go of his arm, she looked up at him. It was the look he had seen in the surgery room. Humane, intelligent and thankful. Her deep brown eyes watched him for just a few seconds before the beast began to take over again and he watched as her brown eyes turned the deep crimson red again.
She threw herself back wards, growling loudly. Not at him, more at herself. She moved back against the far wall and slammed her fist against it before dropping to her knees, holding her head. She was muttering in Arabic, quietly.
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Post by Kieran Michael Dawn on Nov 10, 2011 0:52:43 GMT -5
Kieran felt a strange mixture of exhilaration and terror as she was drinking from his arm. It would have been so easy for her to kill him. Maybe on some level, he wanted her to. But as unhappy as he had been lately, he didn't want to die. And just as he had felt during the surgery, he felt more alive in this moment than he had in a very long time. Maybe this was what he'd needed... that element of danger, the possibility of imminent death, the fight for survival. Maybe he needed to look death in the face and say "bugger off."
When she pulled away, Kieran stepped back and performed a quick healing spell on his arm. He should have been afraid when she began thrashing and growling, but he wasn't. Somehow, he was sure she wouldn't hurt him.
"What's your name?" he asked.
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Post by Kryshna on Nov 12, 2011 1:47:36 GMT -5
She stopped moving. If it was not for the fact that she was still standing, he might have thought she had dropped dead. Name. That word meant something, but she could not think of what at first. Name is what one was called. That was it. A name. She used to have one, as a child. The teachers used them. But once embraced, that name was taken. Who she was was taken. Only What remained. And What she was is a killer, a vampire, a warrior, assassin... so many things.
But the Handlers used names. Those that were not like her. They called her by a name. It was a name given by the viziers to make it easier on the Employers. Many times, they wanted to know the Who of the killer. The Name. Even now, Voldemort's people still used this who, this name to get her attention. That must be what this man wanted out of her. The Who of the creature.
She had remained silent and unmoving for so long, he might have thought she forgot about him. But, finally, she looked over her shoulder at him. Her eyes were intelligent, quiet, deep brown. She was calm again.
"Kryshna... they call it... no, me... Kryshna."
She paused, looking at him a moment, then suddenly, with a huff, began her pacing again.
"Human should leave... not safe... They kill her.. me, they kill him.. you."
Her English was very broken. She would suddenly say something in this odd Arabic sounding language that probably made all the sense in the world to her, but was just gibberish to him.
But she was no longer thrashing about. He could clearly see the tribal symbol under her left eye. Beneath her shirt, on her back there also looked to be markings, tattoos or scars of some sort. Possibly both. She was pale. Very pale. The veins on her face clearly stood out against the pale skin. It was clear that she was very old, just by how she looked and moved. If she had ever been human, it was a long time ago, longer than she remembered.
She stopped moving, starring at the ground.
"They will kill her..."
This last line was almost whispered. Death. She had so rarely ever actually thought about it. She was immortal and rarely ever faced danger that she felt was life threatening.
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Post by Kieran Michael Dawn on Nov 13, 2011 0:38:43 GMT -5
Kieran watched her warily with a mixture of fear and fascination. He had never seen a vampire before, but she reminded him of a man he had once treated for a werewolf bite. There was the same combination of intelligent human and savage beast packed into her tiny frame.
Kieran wasn't an idiot. He knew what she was capable of. Not just because she was a vampire, but because she apparently was responsible for some very brutal killings that had nothing to do with her vampire instinct. He was aware of what he was dealing with. But a part of him wondered if she had any control over what she had done, or if she had any concept of just how wrong it really was.
"Kryshna," he repeated. The way she said it, Kieran wondered if it actually was her real name, or if someone had just given her that name later on. He could tell that she was old, and he wondered sadly if she even remembered her real name or what it was like to be human. "I'm Kieran."
She kept talking, and she wasn't making a lot of sense. He could tell that she was trying to get him to leave the room, and he probably should have listened to her, but he stayed right where he was. He was too intrigued to leave just yet.
"They'll kill you?" he repeated. "Who will? No one's going to kill you while you're here. The German was adamant about that."
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Post by Kryshna on Nov 13, 2011 2:50:27 GMT -5
She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. It was almost eerie, the look she gave him.
"Humans can not stop it. German can not stop it. The Creature failed. She... I must be punished..."
She almost seemed to sigh then resumed her pacing. She knew only one thing her entire existence and that was to kill. It was what she had been raised to do. It was what she had been created to do. To fail at this was to fail her life. This mortal would not understand that. No human could.
She stopped her pacing finally and sat down, exhausted. Her eye just watched the ground. She looked defeated, like she had given up.
"Should have killed me. Should have let me die."
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Post by Kieran Michael Dawn on Nov 14, 2011 1:03:40 GMT -5
Kieran felt a chill run down his spine when she gave him that look. She still wasn't making a lot of sense with her broken English, but this time he got the gist of it. The people she worked for... they would kill her because she had failed. Did she work for the Death Eaters? If they found out she was here... yes, the entire hospital would be in danger. All along they were acting like they were in danger from her... but maybe that wasn't the case.
"They won't know you're here," he said, but he was frowning. "We'll keep it secret. No one has to know where you are."
But she couldn't stay here. Even he knew that. While she was here, they were all in danger.
These immediate thoughts chased away his curiosity about her for a moment, until she spoke again. "You were trained to kill... but I am trained to heal. So I healed you."
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Post by Kryshna on Nov 14, 2011 3:39:44 GMT -5
"Trained to kill?"
She looks down, thinking back. Her mind raced over her training, her upbringing, the only life, or unlife, she had ever known. Killing and being an assassin was the life she had been born into and raised into. She looked up at him.
"Not trained. Raised. Born to kill. I... Show you?"
She was not being deceitful, for she did not really know how. Manipulation and deceit was a trick other vampires used. She was not trained in how to use these skills. But what she did know was how to transfer memories. It was a trick the assassins used to transfer knowledge of targets to each other. A silver memory drawn out with a wand.
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Post by Kieran Michael Dawn on Nov 21, 2011 0:05:53 GMT -5
Kieran had been taking a guess when he said she'd been trained to kill. It was because of the way she talked about it, her talk of failing and her belief that she should die for it. Death was ingrained in her very existence. And even to Kieran, with the sadness and grief he'd experienced in the last few months, it sounded like a very sad way to live. Especially when one had no choice. Did she have a choice?
"But surely you were human once," he said. By the looks of her, she had been turned at a young age. Probably younger than he was now. Once she was a young girl... pretty and innocent, full of hopes and dreams. Or maybe he was just being romantic.
"Do you remember it? Being human?"
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Post by Kryshna on Nov 21, 2011 1:57:13 GMT -5
"Human?" She looked at him, curiously before looking away, deep in thought. Her mind traveled back to her training. Was she human back then? She could barely remember. To her, there was very little difference between when she was human and when she wasn't. The only true difference, to her, was breathing and eating. They way those at the mountain treated her was different. She thought harder, back to what had happened when she was human.
There was one thing. Another that she had been training with. As a human, her emotions were still there. She was young, only 16 or so. He was a year older than her. She cared for him as he did for her. But their trainers found out about them. She had been trained in Alamut since birth and, as a warrior also trained in Magic, she was special to the Clan. So they spared her, but made him her first kill, forced her to take his life. She was punished, beaten severely until she grew cold, like them. This is what she remembered as a human. Nothing good. No parents to encourage her. No friends except for her class, and they were not aloud to be close. So, was she ever really human? Perhaps not.
She looked up at him and moved close. This human looked like her companion, in a few ways. Not identical, but similar. She stood at the threshold of the light, watching him a moment. Finally, she brought her hand up to her lips and bit into her palm. She held her hand up and nodded for him to do the same.
"Blood memories. Can not explain story, do not speak enough English. Blood Memories will show you."
If he accepted, he would see much of her past. Growing up as a human child amongst a mountain full of vampires, being trained from that young to be the killer she is. The boy she had cared for and how she had to kill him. Going through her trials and being changed into a vampire at 18 years of age. The fall of her clan and the knowledge that she knew she was the only one left, and so much more.
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Post by Kieran Michael Dawn on Nov 22, 2011 1:14:00 GMT -5
He stared at her for a moment, wondering if she was serious about this. He had never actually heard of such a concept, but then, he didn't know much about vampires. He only knew the basic lore, and most of it seemed to differ, depending on the source. But his blood was now flowing through her, in a sense, so maybe it was enough to establish a connection.
Hesitantly, his eyes fixed on hers, he bit into his own palm. He flinched against the pain as he managed to break the surface just enough to get just a drop of blood.
Immediately, a strange surge of images seemed to flash before him. He saw her past, a past devoid of love and friendship, as she was trained to kill even while she was human, then turned into a vampire.
The images and memories startled him, and when it was over, he had tears in his eyes. Was it weird to feel sorry for a murderous vampire? He did feel sorry for her, though. She'd never even had a chance at a normal, happy life.
"I'm... sorry," he said. "Did you ever wish... things were different?"
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Post by Kryshna on Nov 22, 2011 11:34:27 GMT -5
Once the images stopped, she pulled back quickly, the beast edging forward. She sat back, holding her head and sounding as though she was whimpering at first. Her voice edged across, a jumble of the arabic language and english.
"No... no... All dead... Humans die... Witches and Wizards die..... the clan, all dead... Death happens..." she looked up at him, her eyes pleading, yet feral. "Death is what I know."
She turned away again, holding her head. Her mind was at war with itself. Those memories brought a more human side out to her, but the vampire, the beast, the killer, all fought for control.
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Post by Kieran Michael Dawn on Nov 23, 2011 1:11:38 GMT -5
"Death is a part of life, it's true," Kieran said sadly. "I've lost people I care about... my father and sister... and my girlfriend. But there's more to life than death. There's love and laughter, sadness and joy. You never got to experience those things, did you?"
Although Kieran had been shattered when he lost his father and Chelsea and Ivy, he tried to imagine what it would be like never to have known them at all. To live a lonely, empty life, never knowing love or happiness. Maybe it was true... it was better to have loved and lost than never loved at all. He hadn't thought so before, but looking at things through her eyes made him feel differently. At least he had happy memories he could look back on. They might hurt right now, but one day maybe they wouldn't. And even pain was better than nothing at all.
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Post by Kryshna on Nov 28, 2011 1:50:19 GMT -5
Her mind was lost. It appeared to have been lost long ago. Those images that he witnessed in her mind, the style of clothing, the movement of people, the places she went to do her work. It was all a long time ago. Ancient Persia, before the roman's and crusaders invaded. At youngest, this creature was perhaps a thousand years old. At oldest? Who knew. Her middle eastern appearance suggested that, as a woman, she probably did not live an easy life, mortal or not. She had to fight her entire existence.
She looked up at him, her eyes were defeated. She just sat down with the chains gathered around her. Her eyes moved down to the ground, starring at the blank floor.
"The german... he will kill me?"
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Post by Kieran Michael Dawn on Dec 2, 2011 1:21:12 GMT -5
She was a killer. A vampire. She had probably killed more people than he could even imagine during her lifetime. Kieran had to keep reminding himself of these facts, because it was all too easy, at this moment, to feel sorry for her. She didn't look fearsome and dangerous at that moment... she looked sad. Lost.
"I don't know," he answered her quietly. "But I don't think so. Not right away, anyway. He was awfully insistent that we save you. We don't normally treat... your kind here. I don't think he would have wanted us to treat you if he was just going to kill you. He'll probably want to question you."
He was quiet for a minute, just looking at her. Even after seeing the images of her life, her memories, Kieran was sure it was only a part of her story. And even if she was a killer, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl who'd never been given a chance at a normal life. He wondered if she wanted to end it all, to finally get the chance to rest. He'd had those thoughts after Ivy and Chelsea died, but what she'd gone through was much worse.
"Do you want him to?" he asked her gently.
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