Her words bite at Clara and seem to simply stab at her with venom. Clara's features lose their expression and her face falls blunt. The vampire stands and looks down at Alenah, simply shaking her head at her words.
Look at her.... This is just sad... So... if we are to remember, we are to forget, all the same.... If that is it... than it's really not remembeing at all! At least, I now know her... I hate to put it this way, but killer, was a man. I wonder if.... Her thoughts take a twisted turn, but they are logical enough. At least, for the strange vampire, they are.
"Come on... I'll.... I'll show you. I am almost certain of what has happened here... Maybe on our way, you can tell me of what's going on in your mind? I would really enjoy hearing about it. After I've learned of that, I will tell you of the few things I know... Sound good?" At this time, Clara feigns a bit of happiness, as faking emotion is one thing she's always been good at, though, it seems she only thinks it to be natural for her, as she hasn't recovered her past memories. The reasonable, polite seeming grin finds its way across her lips as she holds her hand out to her a second time, but Alenah would only recognize it as a first, it seems. All the same, she pushes the thought from her mind.
This is going to be a difficult task... For one, I will have to tell the others that her memory... well, it's gone. Otherwise she'd perhaps be a bit fearful of the attention.... They have to act as if they just met her.... But how to get them to do that without Alenah seeming suspicious... That may be difficult... Her mind begins to wander along the future, the things she might be able to tell the three when she gets back with- If.... she gets back with Alenah.
Alenah giggles, putting her hands over her mouth. "Sure sure sure! Sounds good good good!" Something was horribly wrong with Alenah, and that was obvious. She was acting quite childish, and she couldn't remember any of her friends. She didn't notice it, but she had begun to get faster, and a bit stronger. More than a bit. I mean, she was strong. Unnaturally fast and strong.
Alenah got to her feet by herself, ignoring Clara's outstretched hand. "Clara Clara Clara!" she giggled. "What a beeeuuutttiiiifffuuullll name!" She began humming to herself, cutely shaking her head back and forth, as if her little song was so amazing, and it was the best thing anyone had ever heard.
She looked over at Clara, suddenly all sad again, her happy, energetic attitude gone. "He killed me..." she repeated, her whole body drooping as if someone had told her there was no more ice cream and that she couldn't have any. She started to cry, the memories obviously that bad. "He killed me........." she repeated, following her words with sobs, though she continued to walk.
Being dyslexic has been hard for me, but now, I am starting to break through its barrier.
Originally Posted by Peter Pan
Clara sighs and shakes her head again, losing the smile she once possessed. Alenah... well, right now, this isn't the girl she had first met. It actually hurt more when Alenah jumps around giddily, than when she broke down again... The springy, cheerful Alenah was too... childish and happy. It just didn't seem right! As Alenah continues to walk and cry, the girl puts her arm around her. She wants her to know that she's not alone in this, after all, everyone in their little group had died...
"Hey... It's okay, it'll be alright. I know someone hurt you... badly. Yes, you are really... uh... dead. I am, too. There's three others that we travelled with, they're dead, too. It's not so bad, now is it? I mean, the weather is nice, doesn't feel too warm or cold... There's no need to worry, I swear I won't let anyone hurt you here. I promise. " Clara isn't really the best person for comforting, but she isn't the worst. The vampire means her words, she would now protect this girl if needed. Clara would never break a promise.