Crickets sang outside as the leaves of trees in the distance lightly danced in the soft breeze. Stars peeked through cloud clusters and the world seeped in the darkness of night. All was well and calm until suddenly there was a loud cracking of the wooden front door being burst open. Sounds of objects being thrown to the ground and then people yelling. Soon the sounds of a fight filled the home, all heard from the darkened closet she hid herself in. A terrifying scene was playing out, yet she felt no fear?! She merely hid because she hoped the intruders would be too focused on everything else over finding her. After all, she was only four and not fit for fighting. Not that the little girl would if given the chance. Flesh being torn apart and the smell of iron filled the home, enough to send the vampires that were raiding their home to go into a feeding frenzy had they not seemed already satiated from the lack of hissing, growling and fighting over the parts. That was a distinct sound she has only heard once in her lifetime. The one time her parents were trying to train her in how to become a hunter….like them. No, this seemed targeted, like they planned this attack. The goal? Most likely to take out the hunters that so mercilessly kill them just for being what those who fear them call monsters.
In the closet she remained until the sounds seemed to stop entirely, her little heart pounding in her chest. The only fear coursing through her veins in that moment was that of potentially dying a painful death that night. Footsteps echo through the now empty halls of her home. Stopping as they seemed to reach their destinations and then the closet doors opened wide. She was met with the face of a vampire, and while she should have felt fear, whether over the thought of dying or that the "monster" had found her. Instead his presence seemed to calm her as he leaned over to pick up the little frame of the girl hiding in the closet. He spoke words…so soft, so gentle, so reassuring yet they seemed so fleeting now. A heavy gasp left her lips as she jolted awake. It was the same dream again….from so many years ago. The now twenty one year old young lady sighed as she slipped out from beneath her comforter and stood up with a big stretch. Moving to her curtains she threw them open, it was still dark out, light barely peeking through the surface as she seemed to beat the sunrise once more.
Mia rifled through her dresser for clothes to wear, she had to run into town for some supplies. Not to mention the fresh air might actually help her clear her head. Finding something suitable to wear she moved to the bathroom where she showered, washed and conditioned long, soft chocolate locks. Finished washing up, she took time to dry herself off and get herself clothed. Opting for a simple white tee shirt and jean shorts since the summer heat would make it a bit unbearable for anything longer. Soon grabbing her satchel bag and slinging it over her shoulder. Dressed for her errands she left her bedroom and into the living room. Sitting on the couch in the otherwise still darkened room was Damien, a dear friend and roommate. "Hey I'm heading out…How are you on supplies?" She queried with the male. "I could use more…if it's not too much trouble." He replied back with a groggy tone, he was still sleepy but that was too be expected, he should be sleeping still, yet was woken at the sound of his friend being startled and wanted to make sure she was alright. Looking at her…she seemed fine but he was still curious to what was going on in her head.
Mia nodded and then smiled softly. "Sounds like a plan. I should be back soon. I just need to get some things for the house and get some new paints." She returned and then chuckled as she noticed the worried look on his face. "I'm fine, I promise. I've just had that dream again….I wish I could remember his face…maybe then he wouldn't haunt my dreams so…" She sighed and then went to the front door where she slipped on a pair of tennis shoes and left the house. Her errands took her maybe an hour and a half to complete, getting food supplies, paint, and she had to stop by a blood bank where she could pick up the packets Damien needed to survive. He was a survivor of a raid that ended with him being turned by a vampire who thought it was a fun idea to torture and torment the human captives by turning them and practically starving them until they are willing to submit to their will. Mia ended up finding him when he was close to death's door, and was almost attacked by him. She is always glad to see that he is doing much better now than he was when they first met. When she walked back into her home, she gave the blood packets to Damien. "Here that should be enough to last you until next month." She spoke and headed to the kitchen to put the rest of the items away. Afterwards, she immediately went to the room she used as her art studio where she sat herself down in front of the faceless portrait. The satchel was abandoned on the ground beside her as she picked up the colors of paint she needed and one by one laid them out on her palette before grabbing her brush and idly began working on details of the outfit that she remembered. Her earthy orbs drawn to the faceless features of the man from her dreams…a memory she wished to recall yet struggled to do so.