Annabelle nearly cursed as the cold synthetic blood dripped into her throat. Her feet were crossed sort of in a pretzel like position. The television's fuzz crackled in her ears as if thunder cracked above her head. The neighbors in her apartment building all seemed to be struggling with the very thought of cars dying, and so on. Their arguing echoing louder in her head because of her inhumanly good ears. Vampiric hearing , sometimes she could live with it. Thinking was getting out harder for her to do, as more cold blood forced itself down her throat to try and suage the hunger from using just a little too much of her vampiric power. " ÎŸ ÎºÎ±Î¸Î­Î½Î±Ï‚, ÎºÎ±Î¹ ÏŒ, Ï„Î¹ Ï‡ÏÎµÎ¹Î¬Î¶ÎµÏ„Î±Î¹ Î±ÎºÏÎ¹Î²ÏŽÏ‚ Î³Î¹Î± Î½Î± ÎºÎ»ÎµÎ¯ÏƒÎµÎ¹ Ï„Î¿ ---" (  Everyone, and everything just needs to SHUT THE---) She spoke the words so naturally and they were a whisper that was close to a demand. But before she could finish the world around her just disappeared just as it did before.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">At first , there was darkness before her eyes, as if something was trying to keep her at bay. Then slowly like a fading in orange light there was a large room before her eyes. The room was large , and dimly lit by old traditional lamps almost like she was back in medieval times. It was apparent her eyes were seeing from the doorway as there was a large round table in the middle of the room ( at first glance it looked to be falling apart, but then it began to remake itself like new), and with it  13 brand new chairs ( looks brand new as if the stone chairs were just built) with the exception of one chair. The 13th chair which belonged to leader of the table obviously because it was not only bigger but built from gold.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">In order to light the room in day time there seemed to be large windows in a tower like shape ( long with a curve at before touching the ceiling) However, the windows were shut , and the room was barely lit up, behind the table there was a large picture of people fighting each other , but in the center was a man with a large sword. Her memory began to kick in of stories of a man named King Authur who carried Excalibur. If this was true , what was going on? </span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">In a flash her view focused on the table , where names ( as she recalled) were carved in on the table, each of a man that served King Authur with dignity , that is except for one who betrayed the man. Her mind took note as the old faded scratch began to become not so faded. Then a man appeared sleeping with silver chains wrapped around his arms , and legs - chaining him to the table. </span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Slowly the man's eyes opened , and at first they were like black coals in a burning fire, then a deep brown, to finally being a dark red. Was this who the very first vampire was? The true father of blood? How---there were stories about the eldest vampire but no one could ever trace the original? Of course there were anchients but they never ever revealed who the true father of their kind was? </span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Her hands wanted to caress his skin to see if it would flake off, but she with -held from doing so due to knowledge that with this she couldn't actually touch anything. The man began to un-latch himself from the table carrying the Excalibur in his right hand. Black hair fell in front of his eyes , and when he turned to her it seemed he could speak. " My child of darkness, My knight of the round table , Miss Annabelle Lovelace , your mission is to find the others. Do this not for me but for the world." The man bit into his wrist , and gave her his blood. It tasted so real, however, it just wasn't possible. </span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Then she was brought away from wherever it was she was, to be brought to seeing a human man. The man had dusty redish brown hair, with a huge sword in his hand. As her eyes fell upon the village's land he was in she realized it was the greek island ciselie ( true fact ; it was also where the myth king minos comes from). With this human there was a female elf.  This man's companion looked to have long brown hair, and pretty eyes. Just as fast as she had saw them, they had disappeared. </span><br/><br/>For a moment all she could do is state blankly at her crossed feet, as the synthetic blood that was in the whine bottle fell to floor shattering. She wanted to believe what she had seen was , well, not real. But it had felt real and blood dripped down her chin as if she had drank from King Auther. If this was true , it was getting to be time tor her to go track that pair, along with a major migrane. It was starting to fade into nothing but still , if things were gonna happen like this, she better get used to it.