This is where the interesting stuff starts to happen.
So I'm out on Gervis St. looking for dinner. Now mind you I'm still really new at this. So
I wasn't having much luck. Well I'm trailing possible dinner, and 3 people suddenly appear
near me. One of them is familiar; it's Degrath, a woman, and a teenaged boy. Degrath, and the
boy make a bee line for me. Great. Degrath doesn't know what I've become. So Degrath asks how my
vampire hunting is going. Told him it was going good. The boy, who I find out later is called
Daniel, laughs and invites me to go out with them. Vampire hunting. I'm pretty sure it wasn't meant
as an invite. I decline. They go back to what can only be described as heckling. I of course tried
to leave several times. They kept me from leaving. Daniel wants me to look at this knife his father
gave him. So I did. He wanted me to hold it. I figured something was up, as this came out of the blue.
So I declined politely. About this point in time is when the shit hit the fan.
Daniel yells for Degrath, and the woman Jamie, to grab a hold of me. They do just as I was starting to
run off. Guess I'm not going anywhere. That's when Daniel wants to know if I'm a vampire. Just keep in
mind I'm still hungry, and still hurt a bit. So Daniel unfolds a straight edge razor, and proceeds to
press it against my forehead. On a side note, I wonder who has that razor now, and if I can get a hold of
it. Might be useful to carry around. Anyway, when he touches the razor to my head, felt like molten silver
was searing its way through my head, and into my brain. To put it mildly, it hurt like a bitch. But I'm
thinking to myself It's only pain. It's only temporary. It will end. Didn't scream, or make a sound. I think
that annoyed them a lot. *smirk*
Anyway that nearly puts me out. I'm in so much pain that I'm pretty much incapacitated. As I'm laying on the
ground they discuss what to do with me. Degrath is just baffled. He knew I was mortal, but he doesn't know
who bit me. Well Daniel looks around, and asks Degrath if he's got a stake handy. He does. I have just enough
presence of mine to wonder what they are going to do with a stake. As I'm wondering this, Degrath proceeds to
shove the stake through my chest. I'd say ow, but it really didn't hurt. Unfortunately the drawback is I also
can't move. Interesting thing is. While they were shoving a piece of sharpened wood through my heart, there were
some faint clicking sounds heard from the alley, and footsteps, like someone running away. We pretty much ignored
it. Well at that point in time they let Jamie use me as dinner. That rather did annoy me. Though I really couldn't
do much about it. Great, now I'm even lower on blood. Well they still don't know what to do with me, and we are
starting to attract attention. So Degrath hoists me over his shoulder, and takes me to Daniels place. So I get dumped
unceremoniously onto the couch. Great I'm a conversational piece now.
Well I'm all nice and comfy for the next week or so. I'm still seriously hurt, mostly dead actually. But I really couldn't
feel anything. For some reason I just kept getting more and more tired. Not that I was awake much to begin with. About
all I remember about that week, is lots of darkness, some vague Latin chanting, and being fed just enough to keep from
slipping into a dark welcoming sleep. Though I must have fallen asleep as I come to I'm not on Daniel's couch anymore
First thing I notice when I come to, is I hurt! Next thing I notice, I'm hungry. I'm beyond hungry. I don't get a choice
if I'm going to eat. 'Cuse I will eat. Luckily for everyone else, the 3rd thing I notice, I hurt too much to move. So I'm
_really_ hungry, and I can't do a damn thing about it. I manage to notice that I'm in an alley. So I just settle in
and wait for morning. I can't move, so I figure I get to watch the sun rise one last time. In a way I welcomed it. However
fate was with me that day, or against me depending upon how you view my particular situation. I prefer to think that fate
liked me that day *grin*
So I'm lying there mostly dead. Well actually passed out, mostly dead. I hear this blam! and the next thing I know, some
very powerful, very potent, very tasty blood is being trickled into my mouth. I.Want.More. So I claw my way towards consciousness.
Still can't move, and my food gets taken away. I'm annoyed. I try to get more, but hey. I still can't move. This really bites.
Next thing I know the detective is asking me questions left and right. I'm blinking blearily at him, wondering if there is any
way I can get more of his blood. I really was hungry. *smirk* You look a little pale. Something wrong? As I was saying the detective
was asking me a whole lot of questions. Once I actually focus on his questions I try to answer him. However I discover something.
I'm talking, but there are no words coming out of my mouth. Seems I have no voice. Now I'm really annoyed. So is the detective. Until
I try to give him a piece of my mind. Unfortunately it just doesn't make an impression when you don't have a voice. I think it finally
got across to him that 'Hey ya know. She just might not be able to speak anymore!' So he picks me up, and manhandles me over to his
bike. To this day, I still don't have a clue how he got me to his apartment. I passed out again before he got me settled on his bike.
Well I wake up to getting slapped in the face. Nice isn't he? I don't think he likes vampies too much. So he goes back to the fridge
and pulls out some steaks, squeezes the blood out of them, and gives it to me in a glass. I found this whole situation rather humorous.
Nearly chipped a fang on the glass, mostly because I forgot about them, and I was really hungry. He laughed at me. Then went back to asking
questions. So I try and answer again. He gives me a pad and notepaper. So I actually answer his questions, about the bar fights. This time
I don't leave anything out. After all the man did save my life, so I thought I'd repay him. My cell phone rings.
So I realize that I can't answer my cell phone, so I give it to the detective to answer. I'll be doing that a lot, giving my cell phone to
others to answer. He answers it. Next thing I know my detective is getting pissy. He's shouting into the phone saying things like 'who the
fuck are you?' and 'if you want to see your girlfriend alive again.' I'm thinking (I'm not anybody's girlfriend, and alive is a relative term.)
Obviously somebody new gets on the phone, as my detective calms slightly, and arranges a meet.
