city of the dead ( open )

Once she found that she had a voice, words, Anne let out an ear splitting scream. It went on for a minute or so, until the scream warped into tears. After years in the darkness she was finally able to let it out, crimson tears streamed down her face as she grasped at some sort of sanity. Her mind was trying to piece it's self back together as much as it could, though it had a ton of work to do. After only a few moments, she suddenly became aware that something was approaching her. There was another voice, one that seemed familiar, that roused her from her nightmare slightly.

The name it called seemed unfamiliar, who or what was an Anne? Was that what he was calling her? It must have been, right? She was oh so confused, all she knew was that she was hungry, that was the only thing she could confirm. The entire city would suffer tonight, there would be a series of murders that seemed to be unexplained, grisly. There was more talking, he asked her what happened, but when she tried to remember there was only darkness. Something was blocking out her memory, keeping her from remembering being confined again in that dark place.

"I don't.. know. Who is Anne? Who are.. you?" she asked, flinching as he approached. She seemed like a frightened dear, ready to spring off at any moment. It didn't last long however, the aggression returned as quickly as it had vanished. Without warning she threw herself at Robert, however she didn't go for one of the exposed arms that she could see. Her mind called out for that sweet spot, the neck where the blood came out so quickly. Her glazed over eyes showed no emotion or recognition in the moment as she plunged in, releasing the blood of his victims along with his own dark blood.

Anneliese would have bled him dry too if something hadn't clicked in her head, slowly she was becoming more and more aware of her surroundings. Eventually she would roll off of him into the sand, her face covered in blood as her hands found her stomach. A laugh rolled through her body, as if she found it amusing that it was all coming back to her now, even her skin looked slightly better. The hunger however would not end, nor did she expect it to, the human and Robert only enabled the flames. Climbing to her feet, she closed her eyes and let her mind wander as she listened to the sounds of the city.

"Where am I?" she demanded from Robert.

The laughter went on for quite some time, until something compelled her to stop. Shaking her head, she let out a soft sigh of pleasure from it all. To have these freedoms that many took for granted was a gift she could not contest. "There is a reason I am not an elder, I'm not one for formalities." she said, hinting her displeasure at such titles. Her name alone was enough to fill those who knew her with dread, even if it was not fear that motivated the dread. For awhile she stood eeriely still, until everything came flooding back to her all at once.

Los Angeles, the meaning of the name escaped her, but it sounded nice. She mouthed the word once, as if still impressed she could move. It was funny really, like watching a small child figure out their body. She could tell that he was uneasy about something, though for a moment she had forgotten why. That was when she remembered her ability, to read the thoughts of others. It had been so long since touched another mind, it was lying dormant in her until the next sentient being came by. "You seem uncomfortable about something, Robbie." she purred softly.

She was by his side in an instant, throwing her arms about his neck as her blue/gray eyes gazed into his. "You don't have to clean up the bodies, that is for the mortals to deal with. We are above that, let the cattle deal with their dead." she said, so emotionless and uncaring. You would never believe she was one of them with the way she spoke, but she used to be such a kind young woman. There was no discretion with her, she did whatever she wanted whenever, the consequences be damned. Slipping her hand now into his, she smiled, as if she had been given a gift.

"I know what you need Robert." she said, seeming certain of herself. Pulling him along for the ride if he didn't hesitate, they would find themselves just outside someones home along the beach. She could hear them inside, the sound of beating hearts. She counted four different heart beats, how she wanted to sample all of them. "It'll be like old times and then you can fill me in on what I have missed." she said, starting towards the door. She was never very subtle with her intent, it was obvious as the door blew off the hinges.

"Momma's home." she said softly into the home, though she was sure her voice carried into every room. She could almost sense the fear, the father was already out of bed with a gun. Anne waited patiently until she heard the click of the hammer, the gun pointed right at her heart.

The click barely registered to her as she watched Robert dive to the ground, she would deflect his attempt to protect her with a swat of her arm. She wasn't exactly always the nicest to her fledglings when she was in this state of mind, it was a wonder they never banded together to kill her. Taking a few steps forward toward the man, he squeezed the trigger, putting several rounds into her torso. Blood spattered the remnants of the dress she wore, but she kept on moving as if they didn't even bother her more than a minor bug bite. The metal did sting her flesh, but the idea of a warm meal was much more pressing.

Staring into the mans eyes, she forced him into submission with compulsion, causing him to cast away the gun. He even walked willing into her arms, which she casually accepted and led the man up the stairs. "Let's say hello to the family, shall we?" she said, laughing as she pulled the human up the stairs. There was more screaming as she rounded them all up into one room, her human pet helping her in the matter. Anne was quick to fall back into her brutal ways, as Robert would now witness.

"I want you to watch." she said simply, releasing her grip on his mind. Walking over to the mans family, she would ravage them like a monster, painting the floor. By the end of it, it was easy to see that the man was breaking down, his pained screams came through the fading effects of the compulsion as he slowly realized what was happening. Before him she had eaten his wife, even his children. Yet what was so terrible was the fact that she had no intention of harming this man, she planned to let him go, to live with this image until he destroyed himself.

Her color had all returned, her blue eyes radiant, golden hair shining as if it were in the sun. Her skin was flawless, she stood out like a well polished gem in a pile of coal. The bullets that found their way into her body now dropped to the floor, the wounds closing slowly behind them. "Thanks for dinner, handsome." she said, strolling out of the room now, ready to see the city. She wanted to get her bearings quickly, to hunt more. The woman on the beach, Robert, the three bodies in the upstairs bedroom, even they were not enough for her.

"I want to see the city now Robbie, to find a better herd of cattle." she said, once more labelling them with such a low title. "Leave the bodies, as long as I am by your side no one is going to touch you." she commanded, striding out onto the porch. "Take me to the noises, I wish to see them."

Anne watched Robert from the porch, her face, and what remained of her gown covered in their blood. Her eyes were pitch black, the feral reaction triggered when she fed on humans. For several moments she studied him, wondering if she had failed somewhere again. In her quest to create the perfect fledgling, she was utterly disappointed so far, though Robert was closer to it than the rest. But he avoided the room, in fact it seemed like he loathed what she had done. He lost alot of blood, there was plenty for him to feed on, yet he did not.

"Is there something wrong with my body still? Are you ashamed to look upon me like this?" she shot back, her tone sounding irritated for unknown reasons. She loved to watch them flail in the breeze, searching for the right things to say to not set her off. Though she knew he had decent intentions, he simply thought she might be more comfortable most likely. "You didn't join me." she stated, her tone expressed a hurt similar to being the only one at your party.

Seeing him start to run, Anne took off after him like a shot, the human blood flowing through her. She felt empowered, more so than she had in the last few years. It took restraint not to simply outrun him, to keep going until she decided to stop. "I know you do, Robbie. I know." she said quietly, it was truly the one thing she even gave back. She let him do these things because he enjoyed them, that was a rare privelige when it came to her.

"I hope that is true, because I want more.."