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What in the blood hell was this?
What in the fucking bloody hell was all this shit?
So, she had come here with honest curiosity and the whole fucking thing seems to start off with her very favorite thing- Socializing.
Fucking wonderful- Sure, her name was known and she had been called forward- there were probably others like her they could have called for, but socializing was a weakness for her. How the fuck could they... Was it not expressly known that she was not one to be invited to parties like this? She had thought it would be.... smaller... quieter... Perhaps for the host, this was small, but for her....
How the fuck could she make this work? Anxiety was dribbling up in her mind, bubbling up til it consumed all the space in her head. She wanted back in her fucking room, with a nice little victim, and time to slowly and deliberately test the effects of a slow drip of this fucking acid in a human's veins. Somehow, she knew that would calm her. Those fucking screams of agony always helped. But this, this was far out of her element.
So the guy can talk, and he gathered them all here- for what purpose though? What the hell does he have in store for all of the- ok, let's be honest, she doesn't much care for anyone else in this godforsaken room. What did he want of her? She did what was asked of her by her superiors, and in return she was rewarded with little humans to play around with. This was her life now, and she had been very happy with it- and now someone had the audacity-.... wait, did the letter mention that it would be a social setting with talking? Oh god, where's that fucking lett-.... she had burned it... or had her fucking little brain dead follower burn it. Great. Bloody wonderful.
She didn't want drinks, she didn't want to talk, she wanted to get this over with, sate her curiosity and get back to her little abode of horrors.
This was already too much on her.
Lana looked around herself, annoyed and anxious. Why had she even come? Would this put her in a bad standing with her superiors if they found out where she was now? What would happen to her cozy lifestyle? But... she had wanted to come, she was curious, this had all seemed so very interesting, and yet... This was terrifying for her.
Conversations were being struck up, and she didn't much care to figure out what everyone was yammering to each other about.
"I don't understand." She muttered softly, though the unmistakable tone of her rising anger would be hard to miss. "Why are we here?" She continued, her voice still soft and directed towards no single person. Was she mad and off her rocker? That was already known, but in times of stress, her mood would deteriorate a bit. Any cleverly crafted front of hers would fail in this face of anxiety. It was all fucking coming back, all the laughing and jeering and... oh god, the pain...
Lana's hands ran over an arm, and felt the scars under the cloth.
No, this situation was not for her, it brought too many old memories that had lead her to this end anyways. Though she was thankful to finally have a life and a calling she knew was perfect for her- she couldn't let go of those memories, those faces, twisted in unease when she'd enter a room. Here comes Lana, no-no, don't talk to her, she's a little weird. She means well, or at least, our bosses think so, but she's just so... She works hard but did you see how she behaved at that party? Like she was some deer in the headlights. I heard Frank and a couple of his buddies tried to talk to her- Frank had lost a bet and the guy was soused, he asked her to a date, they had all thought it would be funny... Did you hear what she said?....Either way, you're new here and I figure I'd give you warning about her, she's just not that friendly.
The moment drifted away from her, and she was released from the painful memory. The ignorance of them... she could hear them as she was cataloging data into the computers... She had worked had, damn it all, she had worked fucking hard for that company, but...
Now she was back in that situation, that anxiety. She had been promised to be kept away from things like this, her sire had offered her protection, understanding, a purpose... and now she was here... Now she was sure that this wasn't a place her superiors would have allowed to her.
"What could be so important that so many of our kind were brought in?" She asked, looking around, scanning the room. So many... it unnerved her... Maybe she shouldn't have worn her gloves... but... they were a gift from her sire- still, if she required her hands to be free, it would take thirty minutes to get these damned things off...
What in the fucking bloody hell was all this shit?
So, she had come here with honest curiosity and the whole fucking thing seems to start off with her very favorite thing- Socializing.
Fucking wonderful- Sure, her name was known and she had been called forward- there were probably others like her they could have called for, but socializing was a weakness for her. How the fuck could they... Was it not expressly known that she was not one to be invited to parties like this? She had thought it would be.... smaller... quieter... Perhaps for the host, this was small, but for her....
How the fuck could she make this work? Anxiety was dribbling up in her mind, bubbling up til it consumed all the space in her head. She wanted back in her fucking room, with a nice little victim, and time to slowly and deliberately test the effects of a slow drip of this fucking acid in a human's veins. Somehow, she knew that would calm her. Those fucking screams of agony always helped. But this, this was far out of her element.
So the guy can talk, and he gathered them all here- for what purpose though? What the hell does he have in store for all of the- ok, let's be honest, she doesn't much care for anyone else in this godforsaken room. What did he want of her? She did what was asked of her by her superiors, and in return she was rewarded with little humans to play around with. This was her life now, and she had been very happy with it- and now someone had the audacity-.... wait, did the letter mention that it would be a social setting with talking? Oh god, where's that fucking lett-.... she had burned it... or had her fucking little brain dead follower burn it. Great. Bloody wonderful.
She didn't want drinks, she didn't want to talk, she wanted to get this over with, sate her curiosity and get back to her little abode of horrors.
This was already too much on her.
Lana looked around herself, annoyed and anxious. Why had she even come? Would this put her in a bad standing with her superiors if they found out where she was now? What would happen to her cozy lifestyle? But... she had wanted to come, she was curious, this had all seemed so very interesting, and yet... This was terrifying for her.
Conversations were being struck up, and she didn't much care to figure out what everyone was yammering to each other about.
"I don't understand." She muttered softly, though the unmistakable tone of her rising anger would be hard to miss. "Why are we here?" She continued, her voice still soft and directed towards no single person. Was she mad and off her rocker? That was already known, but in times of stress, her mood would deteriorate a bit. Any cleverly crafted front of hers would fail in this face of anxiety. It was all fucking coming back, all the laughing and jeering and... oh god, the pain...
Lana's hands ran over an arm, and felt the scars under the cloth.
No, this situation was not for her, it brought too many old memories that had lead her to this end anyways. Though she was thankful to finally have a life and a calling she knew was perfect for her- she couldn't let go of those memories, those faces, twisted in unease when she'd enter a room. Here comes Lana, no-no, don't talk to her, she's a little weird. She means well, or at least, our bosses think so, but she's just so... She works hard but did you see how she behaved at that party? Like she was some deer in the headlights. I heard Frank and a couple of his buddies tried to talk to her- Frank had lost a bet and the guy was soused, he asked her to a date, they had all thought it would be funny... Did you hear what she said?....Either way, you're new here and I figure I'd give you warning about her, she's just not that friendly.
The moment drifted away from her, and she was released from the painful memory. The ignorance of them... she could hear them as she was cataloging data into the computers... She had worked had, damn it all, she had worked fucking hard for that company, but...
Now she was back in that situation, that anxiety. She had been promised to be kept away from things like this, her sire had offered her protection, understanding, a purpose... and now she was here... Now she was sure that this wasn't a place her superiors would have allowed to her.
"What could be so important that so many of our kind were brought in?" She asked, looking around, scanning the room. So many... it unnerved her... Maybe she shouldn't have worn her gloves... but... they were a gift from her sire- still, if she required her hands to be free, it would take thirty minutes to get these damned things off...