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Life of a Dead Girl	By : LunaTic Category: +S through Z > Vampire the Masquerade Views: 2401 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is an artistic retelling of a Larp character from the World of Darkness franchise, from the realm of Vampire: the Requiem. I make no profit from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-An eternity in a moment
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I thought I had experienced all the horrors the world could bestow on me, but I was so naïve. The hunger, the madness, the fear. I hid myself away, desperate to stay clear of people. I was terrified of myself, terrified of hurting people. No matter how hard I hid, people managed to find me. Others trying to hide themselves from the world. Homeless, drug addicts, the refuse of society. If they had sense about them they knew to fear the crazed and dishevelled girl who snarled at their approach. Not all were so lucky. More deaths were on my hands. I couldn’t stop myself. I hungered for them. It took a full month for me to realise I could no longer eat food. I kept trying, but my body would simply bring it back up in a fountain of bloody bile. Each purge mad me hungrier. Made me more crazed. I was little more than a monster.
The first death was a dog. A poor mangy mutt, too weak from its own hunger to run from a predator. Its death was quick, but bloody. I tore into it without a thought. I was merciless. I did not stop at draining its life. I ripped the poor beast to shreds, desperate for every scrap of blood I could get. I had taken shelter in the sewers of Brisbane. It was highly unpleasant, but it was private and safe from the sun. Besides, it was a suitable home for a monster. The smell and the filth was beyond belief, yet it did not stop me from licking the blood from the walls and floor. I needed everything I could get. It was a poor source of blood and barely enough to keep the madness at bay. I felt nothing for the poor creature at the time. Though later, the guilt of another life taken would hit me. Human or not, I had killed again.
A week later I came across an old man. He was sleeping peacefully. Dear thing looked almost like Santa with his fuzzy beard. He must have been drunk, as he barely stirred at all. Lucky him. He was a large fellow and I felt myself bloating on his blood. I gorged myself on him, down to the last drop. I threw myself into the sweet ecstasy of it. Through this moment of horror I found my first moment of peace in over a month. I lay down next to him and closed my eyes, letting myself float away and feel this simple joy. But the high had to end, and all I was left with was another dead body. It was a relatively clean death. One sharp bite, and very little spilt. He looked almost peaceful. I cried myself to sleep, wasting the precious blood that had cost him his life. I spent the day sleeping next to him, curled up next to his body. Even as a corpse, I was comforted by his presence. I felt for just one day that I wasn’t alone. I would never stop owing this man. He had given me a brief moment of peace in my journey through hell, and I had paid him back by ending his life. I search for any identification. A wallet or a phone. He had nothing on him. I had no way to know who he was. All he had on him was a flask. A small black flask with a silver anchor printed on it. It smelled of absinthe. Though I had already taken so much from him, I took this as well. I needed something to remember him by. As long as I had this, I would never forget the poor old man who gave his life for me. I call him Santa, to honour the gift he gave me.
About a week had passed and the hunger was rising again. I knew by now that hiding away was no good. Someone would find me and I would kill again. I could not handle this life anymore. I could deal with my own suffering, but I could not bear the suffering of others. I decided to end it. I knew hurting myself would not work. I had been injured before, some of it self-inflicted. Instinct always kicked in, and my flesh would start knitting itself back together. The effort would leave me hungry and the madness would creep back. I couldn’t risk it. I needed to keep what was left of my mind intact, to make sure I finished the job. There was only one thing I knew could really hurt me. The sun.
I knew it would be agony, but I didn’t care. I wondered what would happen. What would be left of me? A burnt corpse? Ashes? Would I simply lie there and burn the whole day, undying and in agony? I had no idea. I did know that there was some deep feral instinct inside of me that wanted to survive. This compulsion to stay clear of the blighted sun. I felt it on my first night, before I even knew what it could do to me. I knew this instinct would take me over and flee the light, so I took precautions. I stole a motorcycle and rode off, heading West. I rode as far as I could, getting away from buildings and people. The crazed version of me would not have the sense to ride the bike, nor would the bike provide any shelter from the sun. I rode clear till 5am, pulling over beside a large tree in an empty field. As I safety measure, I had brought chains and handcuffs. I wrapped the chain around the tree and cuffed myself in place, praying that it would keep me in place during my mad thrashing. I settled down and lay back against the tree. I was terrified, but somehow, at peace.
I looked to the horizon, at the changing colours as the night came to an end. There was a time, a brief time, not too long ago, when I would sit and watch the sunrise. I would be wrapped in the arms of an Angel. Rebecca. I thought of her and I smiled. At the end of things, my thoughts were all of her. The only person in my entire, painful life that actually brought me happiness. That was probably the best part of all this. I had a dear hope that once I was gone, I would see her beautiful face again.
The sun started to creep up, and the fear started setting in. I focused intently on thoughts of Rebecca. I tried desperately to keep her in my mind, praying for her to guide me to the afterlife. But the terror kept growing, and her face faltered from my mind. I wanted to stay, but my body started to fight to get away. I pulled on the chains desperately. I knew there was nowhere to go and the horrible pain would be on me in minutes. My body and mind battled with several compulsions. The need to sleep that came with every sunrise, the need to run from the dreaded sunlight, the need to stay and end it all. My wrists strained against the cuffs, the metal cutting into them.
Suddenly, I smelt something. Burning. Only it wasn’t coming from me. It was a wood fire, and a hint of bacon. I could smell someone cooking. There was someone nearby. That meant blood, possibly shelter. Safety. All thoughts of staying fled from my mind. I was taken over by the need to survive. I writhed and thrashed against my bindings. The edges of the sun started to touch my feet. The sizzling, the smell, it drove me mad. I pulled with every ounce of strength I had. I felt a sharp pain and suddenly was free. I had wrenched my thumbs out of place. I barely noticed that pain. I ran straight for the scent of the fire, racing the sunlight.
The time dragged on and everything moved in slow motion. The sun right behind me, calling for my death. The beast in me charged forward, hunting for my salvation. Then I saw it. A caravan, a campfire, and a girl. She looked barely old enough to be out of home. Such a tiny thing. I didn’t notice much more than that. The sun had reached me, and everything became pain and heat and madness. I grabbed her. She screamed. Wrenching her around, I hurled her into the caravan before charging in after her. I threw myself to the ground, hiding from the sun that shone through the door and windows. I writhed in agony. The smell of cooking meat was greater than the bacon burning outside on the fire. Away from the sun, my body started to heal itself in a desperate need to escape the pain. The more I healed, the more my hunger grew. I saw the girl on the other side of the caravan. She was unconscious, but breathing deeply. I had thrown her quite hard as I ran for cover. I briefly wondered how hurt she was. The need to feed was great, but she was saved by the barrier of sunlight shining between me and her. My body was no longer burning, and the compulsion to sleep was taking over. I shuffled back until I was hidden under the bed. In the dark, my eyes started closing. My last thought was a prayer that the girl would awaken first and end my pitiful existance. Because I knew, that once I woke, I would take her life.
I was not so lucky. Instead of being killed, I returned to consciousness. The sun had set and I could hear crying. I opened my eyes and saw the poor girl right where I had left her. She had sat up some, but had barely moved at all. She was crying and staring at me with wide, terrified eyes. The sun had set. There was no longer a barrier between me and this blood sack. No…this girl. She was a girl, not food. I was so hungry. I needed her. I didn’t want to. I wanted to run, to get away from her, as far as possible. But all my energy was being spent trying to stay in place. I knew if I moved, I would pounce, and she would die.
I looked her dead in the eye. “Run.” I tried to tell her, but my voice came out ragged and broken. Had it really been six weeks since the last time I had spoken to another person? I cleared my throat and trued again. “Get away from me. Go as far as you can.”
She sobbed, and I could tell it wasn’t just fear. It was pain. “I can’t”
Then I noticed her legs. The way they were positioned, that was no comfortable angle. I saw how terrified she was, yet she had stayed here, next to a crazed beast of a woman. I came to the horrid realisation that she was incapable of moving. I had hurled her across the room and clearly damaged her. She had spent her day, paralysed and in pain, trapped with a monster.
I didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t get away from me, and I couldn’t risk getting close to her. I needed to feed, but I had enough wits left to know this was a person, with feelings. She hurt and she felt fear. She had a life and it was not there for my taking.
“What is your name?” I asked her.
She looked at me, bewildered, but hopeless. She answered me with a resigned sigh. “Melissa. My name is Melissa.”
Melissa. Not meat. Melissa. More. Tell me more. Remind me that this is a person.
“How old are you Melissa? What are you doing out here?”
Her answer came through in shaking sobs, “Um, I’m seventeen. I just graduated. I didn’t want to do the drunken parties, so I came out here to watch the stars. I came alone. God, why did I come alone?”
The last came out in a hopeless wail. “Stay with me Melissa, talk to me.”
“Are you going to kill me?”
I didn’t know how to answer that. I wanted to comfort her. I wanted to kill her. I hated watching her suffering and in pain. Beyond her sobs, I could hear her heart pumping. I could see the pulse in her throat, the coursing of blood through her veins. She gasped sharply, and I realised I had moved towards her. I didn’t even remember doing that.
Not meat. Human. Remember that. Hold on to that.
“You came here alone. Why? Talk to me. Do you have friends? Family?”
“Mum died when I was little. It’s just me and my dad. He didn’t want me going alone, but I wanted an adventure. I wanted to prove I was an adult.”
This girl was not an adult. She was so tiny. She had her hair in braids, like a child. She should be at home. She should be with her dad. Her dad, he should be there to protect her. Fathers are supposed to protect their children. They are supposed to protect them.
She was right infront of me now. How did I get so close all of a sudden?
She was bawling and calling out, “I want my Dad. Oh god, please don’t hurt me. Daddy!”
I gathered her into my arms. Such a precious little thing. I stroked her face as she cried. She didn’t even fight me off. She must’ve been in so much pain. I could feel the blood pumping under her skin and it called to me. I fought with every ounce of strength, but my hunger had driven me mad. I nuzzled into the nape of her neck. Her fear, her sweat, she was intoxicating. A growl rose from my throat. I barely heard her call out to me. It was hardly more than a sob. “Please,” she called to me. That was the last before the monster overcame me. I sank my teeth into her neck, heard the brief crunch as I pierced her flesh. I moaned at the taste of it. The fear made her blood pump faster, adrenaline leaving a sharp tang. It was fantastic. It was horrible. She cried and she whimpered, but she lay limp and hopeless. I clutched her to me and my body writhed with the ecstasy of the moment.
Her heart started slowing. I was killing her. This girl. This child. I didn’t want to take her life. Stop. Stop! STOP!
I leapt from her. I threw myself to the other side of the room. I had fresh blood in me. I was no longer hungry. I started to feel like myself again. And there lay Melissa, her eyes fluttering shut. She was losing consciousness, but she was still breathing. She was alive! No matter what it took, I was going to keep her that way.
“Hang on Melissa. Stay with me.” Her neck was still bleeding. I grabbed a scarf lying nearby and pressed it to her neck. I picked her up and ran her to her car. I gently lay her in the front seat. Thankfully it was already detached from the caravan. I patted her down until I found the keys in her front pocket. I also grabbed her mobile, though it had no signal. I got in the driver’s seat and sped off as fast as I could. I needed to get to a hospital. I don’t care what happens to me, she can tell them whatever she wants, as long as she lives.
I kept trying the mobile, but it still had no signal. I tried to keep pressure on her neck, but she kept bleeding. I could feel Melissa’s heartbeat getting slower and slower. I was still hours from civilisation and I could barely feel her pulse at all. A horrid realisation set in. She wasn’t going to make it. This girl was going to die in my arms and it was all my fault. My vision grew red and blurry. I was crying, too hard to see anymore.
I pulled the car over. I did my best to stop my tears, and whipped the blood from my face. I may be a monster, but I don’t want to look like one right now. I went to the passenger’s side door and gently lifted Melissa out of the car. I carried her small form out into the open and laid her down, resting her head in my lap. I gently stroked her hair and called out to her.
“Melissa. Missy, open your eyes sweetheart.” She barely stirred, but her eyelids lightly fluttered open. Her breathing was deep and ragged. Her face was drowsy, and it looked like she couldn’t feel the pain anymore. She gazed around, her eyes lost.
“Look at the stars Missy. They’re shining just for you.”
She looked up, gazing at the shining lights in the sky. It was barely more than a minute or two, but I stayed silent, letting her get lost in the moment, praying that this little bit of peace would be an eternity to her. She smiled drowsily, as her eyes fluttered shut again.
I held back a sob. I wouldn’t taint her with my bloody tears.
“Think of your mum darling. She’s waiting for you.”
I gathered her small form into my arms. Stroking her hair, I sang to her. A sweet lullaby as I rocked her back to sleep. Suddenly, I felt vibrations in my pocket and the sound of a crappy pop song. The phone! I fumbled to retrieve it. It must’ve finally gotten reception. I saw the caller ID. It said ‘Dad’. My hand was shaking as I looked at that name. I went to hit answer, then stopped. Melissa had stopped breathing. She was gone.
The pop song played on, unheard as I screamed into the night.
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