Broken but Not Shattered [open]
Posted on April 02, 2019 by Olivia Fletcher
Olivia awoke finding herself still inside of the stall she had barricaded herself inside of. She Winced as felt some her flesh was singed. She had choose the bathroom out of desperation. Would have been a solid choice had she been able to keep the door to the bathroom closed, but she had to settle with the stall. She didn't know what had happened during the day she barely had the energy to make it through a whole night. She hadn't drank in at least a week. She still cringed at the thought of feeding. The memories always haunted her. How could she stand to drain the life of those whose experiences soon became her own. She uncurled herself from the fetal position she had slept in on top of the toilet seat. Her skin screamed in pain as the burned flesh on her arms stretched. She could see it healing slowly, but it would take all night to heal unless she had a drink.
Olivia's clothes were utterly filthy. She had stolen her current clothes from the home of her last victim. The shirt was far too big and the only reason the pants she wore stayed on was because of belt she had managed to find. Oliva's appearance would have had a similar appearance to her clothes, but she had used the sinks and soap in the bathroom to clean herself before she slept. It wasn't great, but the last few months since, she had become a creature of the night, had taught her a lot. Olivia unlocked the stall door and stumbled her way from the restroom. Once she was outside she could feel the moonlight on her skin. It felt nice. She missed the sun, but the moon was now a lot like her new sun. She looked around to remember where she was and she saw a sign saying she was in Hyde Park. She didn't immediately sense the pulse of blood near by and she was thankful for it. She couldn't take more memories right now. Olivia made her way down a path away from the restroom. She crossed her arm, but instead of lowering her head and looking at the ground like she wanted to she kept her head up. Olivia kept her eyes out for the one thing she feared most, other Vampires. Ever since it happened she swore she could still smell her creator's blood on her, and she swore other vampires would know. Her eyes were wild as they darted from shadow to shadow expecting any of them to move suddenly.