That feeling that jolts you to an awake start, the one where your legs kick out, body flushes and your heartbeat racesâ€¦do you know this feeling? That falling feeling, that can take you from a complete drooling slumber to a snapped wide-eyed and bushy-tailed morning, signals only one thing.<br/><br/>Your soul took a little visit.<br/><br/>It would seem hers did just that, and as her wet eyes opened, and she flailed in a try-to-sit-up or scurry position, she pushed herself right off the bed and against the wall at the far end of the rented room, with a thud.<br/><br/>One might notice, if they paid attention, the damp pillow, her wet cheek, hair on the right side of her face plastered to it as a result. She cried every night in her sleep, not for herself, for others. One might have noticed the low laughter as she slept and took her trip, signifying a happy moment of a revisited past.<br/><br/>Somehow her boots and socks were off of her feet, they now bare, her jacket gone as well. This leaves her in her jeans and turtleneck, quite the uncomfortable way to spend the night.<br/><br/>Her eyes blink rapidly, adjusting to the brightness let into the room by the open door. Her nose inhales deeply, taking in the scents of this place, body trembling in fear. How she happened here, she does recall, only remembering sirens, lights, the dead manâ€¦yuck. Her right palm pulls up and smacks her forehead in trying to toggle it on, with failure.<br/><br/>Groaning now, she begins to stand, using the wall against her back to slide up to her feet, eyes focusing on the open door. The scent colliding in a crazed way, trying to figure out where she is, and it is not the city; she cannot pinpoint anything, there is too much going on in this room. Too many others were here, too many that have done too much.<br/><br/>She stands still, staring at the back of the dark man, he has on different clothing, and this sends a sudden just-woke-up shock to her head, raising quick and terrified red flags. Her thoughts immediately venture to â€˜what has he done to me?!â€™, and her hands move to wrap around her abdomen, brow furrowing as she paused to get a grip on the situation.<br/><br/>She heard him, without his words, in partiality. She knew he was â€˜likeâ€™ her, but unsure as to what extent. No other had been sent as she, to her knowledge. She was the experiment, and upon her failure, none other were to do as she was tasked. The Council would not be foolish enough to try again, even with a male figure, would they?<br/><br/>She shook her head, matted hair falling around her face and shoulders in a vibrant display of needing cleaned. She felt disgusting, the dead manâ€™s scent still on her skin, and it made it crawl with goosebumps. She was far from her home, she knew. Far enough away that it was not a simple walk.<br/><br/>Her body shook again, violently, and she leaned against the wall, trying to clear a dizzying mind. She needed to feed, again this was a top priority. One she neglected, and one she had to fulfill. This certainly wasnâ€™t the time to dwell on other things. Her hands slipped up to aggressively tug at her face, another low groan emitting from her vocals.<br/><br/>She took a visual inventory of the room, and found her boots near the foot of the bed, slowly maneuvering there and stepping into them. Tying them up she left for later, and she proceeded to the doorway, clearing her throat.<br/><br/>She had to get past the dark man, his body took up most of the entry, which was her leaving point. To do this, she had to move him, he was lost in thought, and moving him meant touch, whether gently or forcefully, it had to be done.<br/><br/>She opted for a subtle approach, he had taken the time to help her, and there was no need to bring conflict now.<br/><br/>She knew by his own loud thoughts he questioned her being, and knew that by offering some, this would hopefully swell his mind with too much information and lead to a smooth getaway.<br/><br/>Her palms pull up as she stands behind him, hands moving to the center of his shoulder blades, shaking and cold, she hesitates. Does she really wish to divulge such information? Is this something she will regret?<br/><br/>Her body again reminds her of its weakening, and with a harsh shiver she places her palms on the man before her; one resting between his shoulder blades, the other upon the back of his neck. She exhales slowly, eyes closing as her hands immediately warm against his body. She allows him what he yearns to know, in partiality.<br/><br/>Three major events changed her life as she knew it. She will offer the second at this time. Her memories severely faded after the third event, something so tragic that her brain opted to forget much of her life, losing not who she is as a person, but who she was as an entity.<br/><br/>Some memories her soul held onto, clinged to like a child to his blanket; small snippets of stories that she could clearly recall, while others simply flashed in front of her from time to time, making any sense difficult to make.<br/><br/>She did not dwell on them, they were the past, after all.<br/><br/>The events she tried to erase, to no avail. Perhaps it was best to remember them. In this situation, definitely a good thing.<br/><br/>As she fed him this event, to anyone that happened to look at the open doorway, the pair would seem as though a couple. A freshly cleaned gent standing to watch the sun and passerbys, with a woman behind him offering a kind touch. Little did any of them know what was truly taking place. She allowed this passage into his soul and thoughts, which happened within moments:<br/><br/>{A Holy ground, surrounded by brilliantly white figures, voices of an angelic tone, one stands out more than the rest, giving an order. â€œThis soul is black. It must be taken, leave no trace. It will destroy them if we do not reap it. It has already tainted blood. Return it to us for damnation. Travel safely, my child, and return to us swiftlyâ€.<br/><br/>Suddenly this vision moves to a village, the background a blurred scene, although heavily wooded and one might find the noise of a horse-drawn buggy in their ears. Many humans speaking in the distance, and the offset of farm animals even further off. A tall, slender, pale male is standing with a grin before the owner of the vision, beckoning with a long, curled fingertip.<br/><br/>The dark man she offers this vision to can only watch the scene unfold now, whether he wishes to or not. The forward advance by herself to the evil soul, a clash of words, her grasping at his face with clenched hands, offering so much more than a kiss. He may even feel her body inhale deeply as her lips come to meet the blackened soulâ€™s own, attempting to take the marred soul from his body.<br/><br/>If he continued to see this visage, the dark man would note the being to which she was ordered to deliver on quickly turn the table; for he was stronger than she, and as he himself stopped her advance, able to quickly overtake her form and offer her damnation.<br/><br/>She was drained, but not left to die, for that would be too easy when the evil being could turn her in his own hatred for her kind. Upon his taking of her own blood, causing his undeniable strength to become so much more, he forced his own upon her.<br/><br/>One might hear, if they continued to watch this unfold, the evil soul whisper in a thick, deep tone, â€œsuffer as I was left to be, woman. Roam this realm alone, unfit, an outcast. You will become what we are meant to be, far above the insignificant souls you have tried to save for so long. Become bitter, embrace the dark, and know if you are to survive, you will have to take from hereon in. You shall give no further, save no more. And you will learn to embrace this fully. Or die.â€}<br/><br/>She offers no more, not at this time. She has given the dark man more than what she owes anyone about her own being. Her hands fall quickly from his body, gasping inwardly as her eyes seep, red streaks tumbling down her cheeks, plopping to the floor and onto her boots.<br/><br/>She was unable to save herself from this disaster, however has learned to combat the darkness with the light. Her abilities offer this ability to do good as well as harm to others, in a cataclysmic and chaotic system of right and wrong. She has no place in any world, but has learned and adapted to find a way. To make it work. Is this not what â€˜lifeâ€™ is all about?<br/><br/>She could have offered him more, she could have shown him so much, perhaps even helping this man.<br/><br/>No. He knows enough, she feels.<br/><br/>Aware he will take this in, he must at least in part; it will take a short time for him to break from this visage, and now is her time to slip by. She shifts past his frame, nudging him slightly against the door jamb, walking into the bright daylight. It did her no harm, although her eyes shunned this wonderous brilliance; squinting and lowering her head as she inhaled the fresh air. Her hands tuck into her front jean pockets, she shivering from lack of a necessary substance as well as the cold; her jacket she did not bother to find in her haste to find a meal and home.<br/><br/>She had given this dark man his just reward for helping her; her own offering not necessarily a â€˜repaymentâ€™, so much as the understanding that just as he, she was not of this realm.