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I guess you can say a mix between the two? They cannot function in light, using dark corners and the cover of darkness to hurt or kill their prey. They have a human form, but their features aremore blobbish, likes shadow under a street light. Their temperament depends on who they were when they were alive.
Sorry it's a bit short, but I thought this could help move it along. I was thinking that Sura could show Verena how things looked from a pole's perspective and give them a chance to bond.
Sura released a dispirited sigh. She really did feel bad for the nurse. Her bloodstained uniform, the grime smeared across her face and neck, the distant look in her eye. All were telltale signs that she had been through a terrible ordeal. Signs that she had seen things that no one at their age should ever have to see. A feeling of regret welled up in her chest as the woman apologized. Sura's shoulders slumped with defeat.
"Please, do not apologize," she said. "Whatever is going on here is not your fault, and I should not have taken my anger out on you." The blonde was right, not all Germans could be as bad as the Fuhrer. Here this woman sat, her mind heavy with the deaths of countless soldiers who were doing what they thought was right, including herself. It wasn't her fault that she had been brainwashed.
Sura wondered what the nurse would say if she invited her to see the other side of the mess the Germans had caused. Would it change her mind? Would it shake all the years of misguided information? She didn't know, but in her heart she knew she had to at least try. "Please, don't leave," she said. "I'd like to show you something."
"Please, do not apologize," she said. "Whatever is going on here is not your fault, and I should not have taken my anger out on you." The blonde was right, not all Germans could be as bad as the Fuhrer. Here this woman sat, her mind heavy with the deaths of countless soldiers who were doing what they thought was right, including herself. It wasn't her fault that she had been brainwashed.
Sura wondered what the nurse would say if she invited her to see the other side of the mess the Germans had caused. Would it change her mind? Would it shake all the years of misguided information? She didn't know, but in her heart she knew she had to at least try. "Please, don't leave," she said. "I'd like to show you something."
Why thank you! Don't worry, I'm in no rush xD
The trip back home was something Valeria had been dreading for almost a month. She knew it was time to pack up where she currently was, but heading home was something she hadn't really planned on doing. It was her mother's doing by trying to get her a job at some swanky office. Valeria didn't need a job, well at least not anymore.
It had been five years since she stepped foot in her small hometown, four years since she was turned. She stroked the pale skin of her arm as if she was still trying to get accustomed to it. Her stomach rumbled loudly. She would have to feed and soon, before she turned into a raving bloodthirsty lunatic. She stuffed a few more items into her backpack and headed out the door. That was one thing she liked about being a vampire. Speed. She could get from one end of town to the other in the blink of an eye. Getting back to her hometown would be a cinch.
It took her a bit longer than she had anticipated to get back, she had to stop for a bite. Once she got there however, Val realized she didn't have a place to stay. She walked aimlessly down the streets, wondering who she could stay with. She didn't have a lot of friends growing up, preferring to stick to herself. Like a light bulb, the image of a fiery redhead popped into her head. Andrea would certainly take her in, although they didn't really part on the best of terms, but after some profuse apologizing, everything had the possibility of going back to normal.
She walked the rest of the way like a normal human, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention to herself. The façade of Andrea's house was still the same, Valeria noticed as she steeled herself for what awaited her on the other side of the door. She rapped on it a bit more forcefully than she had intended. Even after all these years, she still had trouble controlling her strength. She stood quietly, waiting for the door to open. "Oh boy," she said almost breathlessly.
It had been five years since she stepped foot in her small hometown, four years since she was turned. She stroked the pale skin of her arm as if she was still trying to get accustomed to it. Her stomach rumbled loudly. She would have to feed and soon, before she turned into a raving bloodthirsty lunatic. She stuffed a few more items into her backpack and headed out the door. That was one thing she liked about being a vampire. Speed. She could get from one end of town to the other in the blink of an eye. Getting back to her hometown would be a cinch.
It took her a bit longer than she had anticipated to get back, she had to stop for a bite. Once she got there however, Val realized she didn't have a place to stay. She walked aimlessly down the streets, wondering who she could stay with. She didn't have a lot of friends growing up, preferring to stick to herself. Like a light bulb, the image of a fiery redhead popped into her head. Andrea would certainly take her in, although they didn't really part on the best of terms, but after some profuse apologizing, everything had the possibility of going back to normal.
She walked the rest of the way like a normal human, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention to herself. The façade of Andrea's house was still the same, Valeria noticed as she steeled herself for what awaited her on the other side of the door. She rapped on it a bit more forcefully than she had intended. Even after all these years, she still had trouble controlling her strength. She stood quietly, waiting for the door to open. "Oh boy," she said almost breathlessly.
No worries! I can work with it xD
Sura looked at the patron in mock appreciation. In all honesty with her first comment, she wanted to punch her right in the nose. She didn't of course, as that would give her position away. She would be of no help to the cause if she were thrown in some underground cell, or worse, a labor camp. "Yes, I speak German fluently. I lived in Germany for one year with friends," she said, trying to hide her disdain for the German woman in front of her. "Yes, it is quite distasteful," she agreed but not wholeheartedly. "I was adopted by Jews, but I am originally from Germany," she continued to explain. The reason why had long since been lost to her. Perhaps she was intrigued by a woman who both loved and hated what was going on around her. To be frank, Sura only felt pity for the woman.
"They are human beings. The fact that they are unpleasing to the eye to some gives nobody any right to treat them in such a repugnant manner," she said, the anger in her voice was rising. Instead of letting it seep out even more into this torrid conversation she turned to get the nurse her coffee. "A coffee please, Casmir." The wiry man from behind the counter sprang to life as he watched the soldiers outside berate the Jews that brought forth the same reaction in the blonde at the front.
Sura walked briskly towards her table and slammed the saucer and cup a bit harder than she intended. But she gave no indication of an apology. "Will there be anything else, Fraulein?" she said in a bitter tone. She wanted to get away from her as soon as possible. She felt as if the nurse could smell her religion on her, although she wore nothing that would give her away except a small tattoo of the Star of David on her inner thigh. She got it tattooed on her skin a few weeks after her sister was captured, from a Jewish Rabbi who wanted everyone to wear something for protection but something that no one could remove if they couldn't see it. It ached her heart that because of these… people, if she could call them that, everything she knew and loved had been ripped out from under her. "You’d do well with sticking to the feeling of astonishment. You would not feel the same if the shoe was on the other foot, Fraulein."
"They are human beings. The fact that they are unpleasing to the eye to some gives nobody any right to treat them in such a repugnant manner," she said, the anger in her voice was rising. Instead of letting it seep out even more into this torrid conversation she turned to get the nurse her coffee. "A coffee please, Casmir." The wiry man from behind the counter sprang to life as he watched the soldiers outside berate the Jews that brought forth the same reaction in the blonde at the front.
Sura walked briskly towards her table and slammed the saucer and cup a bit harder than she intended. But she gave no indication of an apology. "Will there be anything else, Fraulein?" she said in a bitter tone. She wanted to get away from her as soon as possible. She felt as if the nurse could smell her religion on her, although she wore nothing that would give her away except a small tattoo of the Star of David on her inner thigh. She got it tattooed on her skin a few weeks after her sister was captured, from a Jewish Rabbi who wanted everyone to wear something for protection but something that no one could remove if they couldn't see it. It ached her heart that because of these… people, if she could call them that, everything she knew and loved had been ripped out from under her. "You’d do well with sticking to the feeling of astonishment. You would not feel the same if the shoe was on the other foot, Fraulein."
Whoa, she's really pretty! I liiike hahaha
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Name: Valeria LaChance
Age: 23
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Can't wait to start!
Age: 23
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Can't wait to start!
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