<div class="floatleft">(http://allin1dot.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/emily-browning.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">The Prostitute</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Samantha "Sam"</span></span><br/><em>Questions with the Vampire</em><br/>Character Bio (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=105330.msg4571509#msg4571509);<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Samantha followed the creature into a small area. The rats festered at his feet and threatened to nip at the girl's heels. The stench in the small cavern was overwhelming for her senses. How any one could live in here, she did not know. The rats, ever chattering and ever present formed a wall behind Sam, blocking her in.<br/><br/>Her eyes never left Ludolf's, nor did they blink. Just the icy cold stare of blue that seemed to glow in the dim light of the tiny area. “Well now, childe, what are we to do with you? What are we to do?” The question was clearly rhetorical and Ludolf offered it up as he situated himself on some broken crates.<br/><br/>"I did not know their were others here. And did not know there were 'rules' to be a monster..." She whispered quietly. The disfigured man felt all to familiar for her. She hated it.<br/><br/>“The rules, dear childe, are that we do not reveal ourselves to humans. That we do not hunt each other. That we respect one another’s territories. That we do not make others like ourselves without permission. I'm afraid, you, dear, have broken some of these rules.” He steepled his fingertips together.<br/><br/>Samantha clenched her teeth together, the older man's voice like nails on a chalk board. The fetid smell of a corpse suddenly wafting up her nose. "Your rules are yours. I did not ask to become...this..." She gestured to herself and then to the rats that seemed to swarm around the man's feet. The bit and nibbled and Ludolf seemed to enjoy it.<br/><br/>The ugly creature with the bowler hat on his bald head grinned hideously. For the first time Samantha was able to see him in all his grotesque nature. Was this what she was doomed to become? A sham of a human? Sam adverted her eyes, instead watching the black pool of rats at his feet.<br/><br/>Ludolf laughed. Her little retort was of no consequence to him. You'll have to forgive my little pets. They get so impatient,” Ludolf said, feigning a sort of displeasure that Sam could sense was not sincere. The man went on, “So, what I want from you is a favor. I will ask you in the future. I don't need anything just now, but you do owe me, and I might add, you are quite lucky the Lupines keep our population relatively low in Cape Merrin. A proper prince would have you executed for leaving so messy a kill out for anyone to find—especially at a recent crime scene. My dear, what were you thinking?”<br/><br/>Sam knew the last question was rhetorical. She did not bother to answer it. She knew Cape Merrin was a hot spot for crime, but knew little of a recent event that had police there. Perhaps this Ludolf was correct. Maybe she had to be much more careful in how she hunted.<br/><br/>“You will not take your messy little slut murders out to the caves or the coast again, do you understand me, childe? You may have had a rough time, perhaps your sire really did not teach you anything of our rules, but I will not have you pissing all over my territory with your temper tantrums. You need to get hold of your rages—they will drive you too far away from your humanity. You don’t want to end up scaring off your prey before you can even get close. People—humans—they are cattle, but even stupid mammals can sense a predator. And they run. When I want to collect my favor, I will find you. You may go now.”<br/><br/>Samantha was put off by his last set of comments. The candle light went out, and all that was left were questions and rats. She left the confines of the small enclave and stepped out into the street. It was still raining and she was only a few blocks from Simon's bull. Sam threw the hood of her hoodie over her head and began to walk.<br/><br/><em>What did that man know of humanity? He was disgusting and vile.</em>Sam thought, fists clenching in the pockets of her hoodie. She could feel her emotions rising, and for the first time in years she felt something other than then the constant hunger. It was rage. Not because of the visit from Ludolf, but because he had been right. Even though he was deformed and monstrous, he was more human then Samantha.<br/><br/>She was losing her grip on the shreds of decency she had. No longer did she care whom she killed. in the early days it was rapists and thieves, but now its been men looking for a quick fuck. Were they disgusting? Yes, but by no means were they 'monstrous' as Sam ad put it so many years ago.<br/><br/>Samantha turned the corner, by now her face was placid, having swallowed her anger like a large pill. Her features were that of unearthly beauty. Outside the bar she could see a man on the ground being kicked and beaten by a woman dressed similar to a nun. Samantha cared less.<br/><br/>"He will be fine I assure you. I am merely administering to his repentance. As you can see, he is very sorry, and is ready to renounce his life of sin. Pain will set him free, so I would ask you to not interrupt his salvation. You will only cause him harm." the attacker said to the large woman holding her back.<br/><br/>Samantha glanced up briefly, her cold blue eyes locking with Delilahs. Sam's features were expressionless, and she seemed young. No older than sixteen. Her movements were graceful and deliberate, as if she had done this numerous times. She stepped around the quivering man and the woman who was delivering an ass beating.<br/><br/>Past the bartender, Ali, and into the bar she went. It smelled of cheap beer and stale peanuts with a hint of body odor. It was dingy and old. Her eyes gazed around, unblinking, as she pulled her hood off her long black hair and shook off the cold rain from outside.<br/><br/>Ludolfs last few words ringed in her head:<em>"You need to get hold of your rages—they will drive you too far away from your humanity"</em>. Samantha then realized this was the first time in years she had been in the company of people, without feeding on them.