It was an event that was hushed in the Nevada papers. They tried to pass the whole event off as a 'unfortunate sewage leak' which claimed the lives of all those people. It was a few hours before the government had swooped in and covered the whole thing up, stuffing masticated and partially digested body parts into body bags, loading them into a truck, they were carted to a waste-processing center, where the bodies were destroyed. Only one person knows the truth of that day.<br/><br/>Her name is Melody Rae, age nineteen. Medium-long black hair and fair emerald eyes, a gothica look about her, spiked collar and matching bracer. Her black pants and a sleeveless  Twisted Sister (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twisted_Sister) t-shirt set her as a Heavy Metal Roadie, more fit on the stage then this decrepit, hardly running bus. She was nearing the end of her four day road trip, across the Mojave, over the Rocky Mountains, across the country's heartland, and into the big apple, Manhattan.<br/><br/>Reaching into her sleeveless denim jacket, she pulls a letter from her pocket, sealed with a wax 'VoV' seal. Finally breaking the seal, she pulls the letter out. In the dim, dying light, she begins to read to herself.<br/><br/>"To Lady Melody Rae, it has come to our attention that you are more then what your human shell would lend. You are what we call Meta Human. Some would see your particular condition as a disease, to be cured and denied. But your gift is special, to be honored and cherished, allowed to grow and develop. We want to help you do this, to help you be all - and more - then you can be.<br/><br/>"Nevada was only the beginning. The events of that day have been silenced and covered, but we know the truth. You a have a special bond with the undead, a bond which would send most running buty you... you embrace it, coddle it and love it. We need more like you. Come to Manhattan, come to 11 South Carris Street. Speak The Words at the door, and we shall welcome you as sister.<br/><br/>"Pu Nepo, Timmad"<br/><br/>She must have been some kind of crazy to be doing this. A four day trip on a bus across the United States, to Manhattan, to some place she didn't know, for some reason she didn't know? Because she was 'special'? Sure, seeing that Singing Demon would have been enough to shock anyone, but Melody loved the feeling.<br/><br/>The door to the bus opened, jarring Melody from her thought train. "Ms. Rae?" A man spoke, sticking his head into the bus. "Follow me, please?" Quickly stuffing the letter back into her jacket, she stood, collected her few worldly posessions, and followed the man out, where a car waited. Great. More sitting. "We're very honored you've agreed to come." He opened the door for her, and motioned her in. "Please."<br/><br/>"Who is this 'we'?" She asked softly, still unsure of this man's motives.<br/><br/>"In due time, Melody. In due time. I hope you gave the instructions a look over on the way, and have concidered?"<br/><br/>"I... skimmed them."<br/><br/>"Then you know you cannot be known as Melody Rae, after all..."<br/><br/>"I know. I died in Nevada." The man smiled and nodded, stepping into the car.