“No man knows, till he has suffered from the night,

how sweet and dear to his heart and eye, the morning can be.”

Jonathan Harker's Journal

 

 

 

 

 

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DRACULA LORE

places │objects│characters │organizations│other

 

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Castle Dracula Tomb of Thanatos The Village Carfax AbbeyAbandoned building

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Abraham Van HelsingJonathan HarkerMina Harker'Mortician' Robert WenfriedThe BridesRenfield

Javier Vergara│Dr. John Seward│

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The Order of the Dragon The Order

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The Demeter Final Death

 

 

 

 

 

 

Born doomed, the young Robin Harker was simply destined to become a vampire.

And while he fell in battle, he rose again as a bloodsucking fiend, taking the fall for his mother, unwittingly.

 

 Portrayed by:  William Moseley

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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                                 The brunette stood there, and eyed the woman non-stop until her eventual blink as she spoke, almost as if her lips had a mind of her own, "Ask questions… To the both of us, hm? I don’t think you’ll get anywhere with him, but if you want to try, then be my guest."   (The internal thought/comment): 'Unless you know something that I don’t….'  Part of it said out loud, and the remainder of it, internally spoken.  Clearly there was more, so much more to this woman that she didn’t know, yet for now, she knew what the right thing to do was, and it was to get that thing out of here.  And to wherever she wanted to bring him, or it, fast.  So, rather than allow herself to ponder on it any longer that she had to, or anything else that may have been creeping into her mind, the woman simply nodded to that, and to the question after it.  Without thinking, and without wasting anymore time, precious time that was, she grabbed hold of the vampire, or his other arm rather, holding it for now however she saw fit.  How he would have to be positioned for when they were truly on the move, it wasn’t known, yet she waited to figure it out.  With the action of hers, and she ready to guide him on out at any time, she allowed this response, and her words to accompany it.

    "Sure I am.  Wherever you want this thing, wherever you are bringing him, I’ll help you bring him there.  And, I want in on the questioning, if something comes to mind that is.

    Anyway… Ready when you are.  Shall we get moving?"

                                 With that, step by step, Catherine began to drag, or walk the undead creature out of there, remaining close to it somewhat, though keeping some distance as well, to ensure that if it woke suddenly, that it would not cause harm to her, or to the woman who had rescued her.  While on the move, even if it seemed the brunette was initiating the movement forward to get them out of there, she was just following the lead, while remaining in step with the other woman only.  Not a single sound, no word, just nothing at all would be uttered, or fell from her lips from thereon out, while she let her gaze remained locked up ahead mostly.  For the most part, that is where it would remain, while from time to time, she reluctantly turned her gaze to the side, that space in between her and the woman, as well as towards this vampire, just to ensure that he was still dead, or just not awake, so to speak.  With a last, final and long look for now, she finally uttered some words.

    "Is this your speciality or something? Chasing vampires, chasing other creatures of the night, if you believe in other things? What kind of questions do you want to ask? To him, and to me?"

                                 She got that much out there, and now to hear where the woman would go with that.  With her response and all- Would she answer Catherine’s questions, or would she keep walking, while dragging the vampire along with them, while asking her own set of questions, the questions she had intended to ask Catherine from the start.  With everything out in the open, even partially so, Catherine silently and patiently awaited whatever would come.

     

  • While useful, the vampire's explanation regarding their voyage to Dracula's estate did not seem to bring her comfort. She had always been an impatient woman and the thought of spending days, possibly weeks, traveling to an unfamiliar destination did not appeal to her. Hopefully this elder vampire was worth her time. His elaborate display of power back in the town caught her attention but keeping her interested would require much more than a demolished village.

    "This is more than an inconvenience."

    The wicked woman's eyes began to glow as the vampire moved across from her. The next thing she knew, they were off. The various foods in the carriage caught her attention for a moment but she chose not to eat anything. Instead she looked out the window watching as they moved further and further away from what she was used to. Maleficent had been alive for hundreds of years and yet there was still much of the world she had yet to see. She spent most of her days in her castle the humans commonly referred to as the Forbidden Mountain. Her army of goblins and troll-like creatures occupied most of the castle but they did not provide much intelligent conversation.

    Once they reached the next town the villainess sat back in her chair choosing not to watch the humans. If time was not a factor she probably would have used her own magic to turn the village to dust. The infection had not reached it yet but she knew it would in a matter of days. The so called lord of darkness seemed more like a virus than a man really. She had never met anyone like him. The happiness of the villagers repulsed Maleficent for the most part. It was only when they passed by the square that she looked out the window again. This time she was met with a pleasant sight. Several villagers had been killed including a brunette with green eyes. Her killers had placed a brick in her mouth and a stake through her gut. The villainess had killed humans in the variety of ways but this struck her as odd. This looked more like a ritual of some sort. Her eyes moved over to Dracula's servant when he offered an explanation.

    "A stake through the heart will kill a creature like you?" A malevolent grin formed on her face as she sat back. "How intriguing."

    She was quiet and still for the remainder of their journey to the sea leaning forward only once to grab an apple out of the basket. The apple tasted as good as it looked but she neglected to take a second one. The smell of salt water filled her nose as they moved closer to the shoreline. She had traveled by boat before but only over short distances. There was no telling how long she would be trapped on this one.

    "Very well." She did not hesitate to depart the carriage and turned around only briefly to give the vampire a nod in goodbye. The long jagged edges of her gown dragged behind her as she walked along the deck toward the ship. "Where is the captain?" She tapped her index finger against the orb on her staff and waited for an answer. She assumed one of the vampires could lead her to him. 

  • "Ye got fangs, yer strong, an' from where am standin' yer me fuckin' captive who gladly has me under some sart of strain. So I don' care how fookin' hart ya are by me words, soddin' geebag whinin' over some lil wards I be sayin'. Yer tryin te protect me from em? Oh, that's bleedin' rich, ain't it? Classic doin' a bad thing fer a good cause, aye, laddy? So no. Yer no' bloody sorry an' I don' care that ya are. I want oot, ya wanna prove yer sorry than ya cannae let me waltz on oot an' take yup with yer fish suckers fer all I fuckin' care." She was wheezing out the last of the words. Finding it harder to keep on standing much less finding the will to keep on cursing him out. He'd probably have better luck taming the devil over trying to talk sense into her.

    And telling her that no, he could not let her go, was probably the worst thing that he could have said. Her nostrils flared and her breathing got heavy once more. "Yer takin' arders from some washed up sod? I don' care what happens to the place, er yer mate if he does, I don'. I'll kill ya meself if it means gettin' off of here just so ya know that. Am no stayin' here, an' if it means barnin' this place down while am at it, I will." That was the last of the fight she had in herself. Any more of it and she would drain whatever was left of her reserved energy right then. There was only so much she as a human could do. And she was dangerously past that limit already.

    Naturally, the bottle drink was dismissed, she would have clonked him on the head if it meant he understood how dirty she would play. She just needed to find something that would kill him. She needed to find a way that she could out, then kill him, and get lost. the people would probably look at her, and whatever Dracula had planned. She couldn't kill him, though she would bloody well try to. It was a matter of calculating it all, understanding her enemies. She would start with this one, this bird here. 

    "Well, ya already failed at that, didn't ya lad? I got one foot in the grave already, don't I? I don' need yer fookin' protection, I need a weapon in me hand and a vampire dead at me feet. You do the math there." She could still be a little shit. That much hadn't stopped yet. Still, she would have to listen and follow him. She didn't move, not until his back was turned to her. It was only then that she started up after him on the stairs, she took it one at a time, having to stop once in order to breath and capture what was left of her strength then she was up again. 

    She ignored the stains, the musk in the air and the maggots that had a better stay than her currently happily feasting on their dead fleshed meal. She couldn't look, if she looked she would be lost. She would hurl up nothing but stomach acid and she'd be done and out for the count. She couldn't allow that to happen. Thus she pressed forward, up every step losing more sapped strength each time she did pull her weight up. Every step made her all the more wobbly, and each further made her see light in her vision. By the time that she'd gotten to the top she was leaning on the closest counter surface and heaving to breath. At least, up here, surprisingly enough, it was clean. A slice of heaven in the pigpen that was this village.

    "I don' like sweets." She told him, ignoring the table and going right for the stew. She opened the lid to the contents inside, worried for what she might see under it. Did it smell like meat or had they sliced up a little of that man to throw into the pot? She stared for a time, then went to the glass cabinet to pluck a dish, a spoon and began to scoop slop after slop into the bowl. From there she ate, blowing hastily on the stew then pushing the chunk into her mouth without caring for a taste. The hot food hit the boom of her empty stomach like lead, she could feel every single thunk of it hitting the bottom of it. While she chewed she went searching for a cup, ran the tap and watched the water come into it. It had better be clear if not, she poured it right out. If it was and smelled like.. well, water. She drank the cup fully right then and there. It filled her stomach faster and cooled the eat that was the hot food that had slid down her throat like hot iron. After one more cup full she filled it again, then went back to the stew. She at least did not eat like an animal. While she ate fast, it was not without manners for the most part. Her dark eyes never left the man though, she kept him well enough insight in case he attempted to do anything.

    "Who are these people here?" Alice then asked, her voice was cracked with hunger, if she wanted to know her enemy she would have to learn from somewhere about them first.

  • A laugh that was not fit for the moment rang out of Alice's mouth to that. "Nasty conk? Ya let yer numpty fish shaggin' bitches crowd me, then ya wanna say bloody sorry fer it? Git fucked ya soddin' leech." She hissed at him. Yeah, she could still feel her head throbbing. Still felt her body weak. Still felt the foul stench in the air that would make any lesser person spill the contents of their stomachs out onto the floor. It was thankful that she didn't have anything on hers or else she might be in some trouble from that as well. 

    Was he just going to stand there next? She stared at him from where she was, weakly pressed and holding herself up. She knew that if she wanted to get out of here there might have to be some tailored degree on working with him, as much as her pride defiled the idea, she was in no place to deny such an act to accept it.

    She stood as still as she could despite the shaking in her limbs and the throbbing of her temples that made her eyes twitch and squint so often. 

    Alice might have some bruising here and there. She had a notch on her head the size of her fist most likely for one thing. Possibly some internal bruising, or something that might have happened in her sleep if she wasn't lucky in that aspect. The main point of it was that hte huntress was not yet dead which was something to be happy about. She did need food, and water. That was the most understood thing that she knew within this moment by far.

    "I don' give a damn that its sapien er not. I just want to get off this fuckin' island and back to me home." Back to people she cared to be around and yell at. None of this bullhonky that was considered a Hell in her eyes. And they flashed a little of hell when she heard the metallic scrape of the latch turning, she waited for the door to unlatch and pull away. In her hand, the rusty hammer was gripped beneath the fabric that kept it away from her flesh, she allowed it to be visible so that he would know just exactly what she was packing and that she was more than willing to continue to fight even if it were to her very last breath. 

    "Ya wanna test a carnered animal aboot if they may stake ya with a bloody hammer er not? Am a fuckin' hunter, did ya knoo that, laddie? Did it ever concern ya why that fookin' loaf of a leech brought me on that damn boat like that? What me, some martal girl must've done to piss 'im off enough to trap me in this damn place? Er was that just yer oppertunity to have yer goons trap me up in this slaughterhouse?" Cursing him out was taking farr too much breath and energy that she did not have. "I don' need a hammer to fuckin' hurt ya. I keep me hammer. It stays. No' a big problem to ya if it ain't nothin' that ya wanna be scared of, right? That, er ya cannae open the door an' just let me leave. I don' want anythin' to do with yer people er you fer that matter. I'll find me help on me own. Just let me the fuck oot of here already."

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     'Shit, oh no! No, no, no, no.'

     

                                 Underneath him, she thrashed about wildly somewhat, while her head at times shook back and forth, side to side, as if to attempt in lifting it from the mud.  Throughout it all, the brunette heard everything he spoke, and felt his movements to accompany it—That feel of his claw, shredding a line down her clothing upon her back, it caused the most disgusting of shudders to make its down her body.  He was disgusting, and his movements were repulsive in every sense of the word.  The sooner she wasn’t trapped like this under his body weight, the better.  What she did next? Legs of her lifted, well tried to, as far as they could go, where they attempted to wrap themselves around his body, just somewhere that was within reach to latch onto, as if to twist his body angle awkwardly, so she could flip him off one way or another.  And then to hopefully kill him.

                                 Wishful thinking it would be, the angle wasn’t right in which to grab him and flip him off.  So, instead, the strength was briefly found elsewhere, and her head lifted from the muck, while she spluttered out some words, muck and more being released with it, while she coughed some, if not all of it out, "Embrace it!  Suck it up—You- y--you will forever….," cough, cough, splutter, splutter, more of the filthy muck falling from her mouth, as her lips briefly twisted in disgust before she continued, "….be an underling, you hear me."  Just like that however, almost out of nowhere, the grip lessened considerably, the hold he had on her gone, while the brunette thinks in a rather hesitant manner, 'What the hell?!'  The vampire’s words cut off, her last ones to him probably never heard, and that body of his rolling off her, to then lie in the mud beside her.  Still not aware of what had happened, she was in a state of shock, of horror, of disgust, and perhaps more as she shuddered.  And flipping from her front to her back ever so slowly, she then pushed him off her completely, now turning him face down, keeping his face in that mud perpetually.  'Good Riddance.  I am sure your master will miss you, but there are more of you where you came from, so maybe he won't.'  A small, final thought process of hers, before she let him leave her mind fast, because he wouldn't around to bother her anymore.

                                 A little more of a splutter and cough would occur on her part.  Then out of nowhere again, the brunette heard this. 'Damn, I’m a good shot.  And, hey.'  The words caused her to blink, while she finally allowed herself to look up, and come face-to-face with a woman.  Though it wouldn’t be seen, due to the mud covering most, if not all her delicate features, a look of disbelief was shown, and a perfectly sculpted brow quirked into the woman’s direction, as she repeated in an exhaled, lightly-labored, breathless manner.  Her return greeting, it came out as question as well, "Hey?"

     

    'I’m sorry, but how-h-how, did you find me? How did you get here? Why?'

     

                                 Those words that followed the 'Hey,' were inner thoughts, nothing more, nothing less.  Should she be weary of this woman, or grateful for her arrival, here? Grateful of course, that a given, though she was still on edge, on high alert, and so much more, understandably so.  Whether or not the woman knew or sensed she would have questions, it wasn’t known, but for now, ‘Hey,’ was all that Catherine could manage to speak.  And, with that out of the way, the woman slowly yet surely rose to her feet, mud, and muck, just anything and everything dripping from her slender frame, yet she was standing, she was alive, and that was all that mattered.  Catherine did not offer her name, nor much of anything else in that moment, though if it was needed, then she would let the other woman know it.  At that point however, all that the brunette really wanted to do, was get out there, and forget that it had happened, well for the most part.  If another incident like this did occur in the near of far future however, then she would be prepared, she had to be—One way, or another, it would be done, or so she hoped—For now though, the woman stood there, beside the now dead vampire, and before the woman, while awaiting the mystery woman’s (whatever her name should be), response.

                                 "Thank you," Catherine offered her sincere gratitude, while letting the smallest of smiles be seen.  Yet from there, she truly left all of what else would be said, or done in the other woman’s court, while watching her closely.  Questions of course were swarming over and over in Catherine’s head, but for them to be asked, that was for another time.  Sometime soon, if not here and now.

     

  • The sorceress did not hesitate to follow the young man deeper into the forest. Curiosity was driving her decisions at this point but it would run out once her patience started to wear thin. This was turning into a scavenger hunt that mixed illusion with reality. As they moved further and further into the forest Maleficent looked around at the various trees and vegetation lining the path. She could feel the breeze on her face and the various twigs and sticks tugging at the jagged edges of her robe. It would take more than a little discomfort to end this journey.

    "Exactly how long is this going to take?", she inquired after about an hour.

    Maleficent had always enjoyed her walks through the forest just outside her estate. She used them to think and more often than not to plan the suffering of others. These little walks of hers never lasted more than thirty minutes and at this point she felt as though they had been walking for hours. Everything seemed to look the same. Were they going in circles?

    A scowl formed on her face when the vampire asked her to wait. What exactly were they waiting for? Her yellow eyes watched the creature like a hawk as he placed his jacket against one of the stones. "Why are we waiting here?" If only Maleficent could see where they were going. She possessed the ability to teleport but she had to be able to see where she was going. Twenty minutes turned into an hour and before long Maleficent became frustrated. She tried to remain calm and focus on other matters in order to keep herself from snapping. Just as she was about to wander the villainess heard the sound of hooves moving toward her. Soon enough a pair of stallions pulling a carriage behind them appeared.

    "The Eastern shores?", she hissed. "I have no desire to travel by boat."

    Centuries ago the fairy could have flown there. She recalled traveling vast distances through the air without even breaking a sweat. "Very well." Maleficent could not help but growl in annoyance as she stepped up into the carriage and took the seat. The sight of various snacks managed to catch her by surprise. This was going to be a much longer journey than she had anticipated. If the destination was not worth the wait, there would be hell to pay.

  • (Well. Val has a dislike of vampires. Not enough to tare em apart but it may be a good start. She will be going through a major milestone in her storyline here in less than a month which will kinda wipe the slate clean when it's over considering it's the death of two of my friend's characters including your enemy. She's a weapon smith if Dracula would need anything crafted? What's your take so far?

  • Regardless of the lack of food that she might have not had, or the scarce amount of sleep she'd been able to wink over the course of days, there was something that she was capable of, and that was adrenaline. If she could master it and get it coursing through her body then she could have it, she could win. Her body naturally produced it. While it did not provide her food and water, it gave her strength that she did not know that she possessed in order to help in some way to free her from the dreaded place she'd gotten herself into. 

    Alice was tired of being trapped, beaten to knock out and starving. She wanted tea, she wanted him, she wanted out of the filthy place and back to where things made sense. she had no clue why they would keep her here if it was not to kill her or eat her like they likely would do to the poor sack of shit here. 

    There was no gun on the cop, as she had expected. And while there was rusted chains, an even rustier hammer, there were no weapons. Her mouth pinched into a scowl, looking over the poor block on the table, the scoffed. Cop guy got himself killed here, what would that say about her? Would she ever make it out herself?

    She widened her span of what could be a weapon. Were there any chairs? While shaky and dead walking on her feet she maybe could break the leg off of one. Only she didn't have the time to really do it, she needed something now. 

    Spying the hammer and once more the cops clothing, she walked to the discarded cloth, grabbed the thickest material, then walked to the tool and picked it up that way. Wrapping the cloth around the rusty handle and tied it off, ready with a weapon. She was just about to relax just a little again when she heard the raw scrape of metal, and she turned to the door that wasn't budging at all and her eyes narrowed. 

    "Me head is poundin'." Bluntly she answered. She kept her mouth in a line, yet ready at any turn to spit venom at him no matter what it was she asked for nothing at this point could phase her otherwise. "Let me oot of here. I have no reason to be stuck here fer you or anyone else. Am not associated nor do I wanna be with the likes of you lot. Let. Me. Go." Her hand tightened around the hammer. She wasn't begging, or asking. She just wanted to leave. She wouldn't speak a bloody word of this to anyone if that's what he wanted to hear. This island gave her the creeps, and he did even more on that note about it.

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                        Throughout her escape plan and route, the brunette listened to his words, while escaping dust, objects and more that would fall, or crumble down upon her.  And, all while on high alert, plus survival mode.  All the while, she would try to prevent it from getting anywhere near her nose, or mouth to then prevent it from going further, and to then fill her lungs.  Covering her mouth and nose area from time to time with that black leather jacket covered arm, or just her spare hand alone, while attempting to hold the makeshift weapon, and run, but it did not help the matter, not one bit.  A cough here, another one or two coughs there.  A semi, brief splutter there, and on it would continue, right up until she was free from the dusty mess and more that the monster above her, or to the side, or wherever he was had been chasing her.  That could only mean one thing, and that he was closer to his prey, AKA the woman, the detective, and that brunette beauty, than he had been before, and that meant strike.  Or almost strike.  Did it not?

                        All too soon, her jogging slowed, and with heart racing slowly, yet quickly at the same time, she didn’t show him sign of defeat, not yet, at least.  Alongside fear, determination was written all over her features, and it coursed throughout her body also, which caused the woman to turn little by little to face the being, that monster that had been pursuing her.  It wasn’t who she had originally thought, once coming to face him, which didn’t surprise her, considering he got all his minions, those underlings in his family to do his dirty work.  She was considered dirty work, and needed to be gotten rid of it, one way, or another.  And the task ahead? It was his, the one she barely recognized, but had shot apparently.  The more of his story that was revealed however, that image of him came to her, his face flashed within her mind, and she immediately spotted his position on that night where they had all positioned themselves around her apartment.  That night, where she had been safe.  It didn’t matter on how this ended - Even in fear, her tone remained cool, calm and collected, her words soft-spoken as well, though filled with a hint of edge and a little more to it, while she gave it to him, she let it have it all.  With soft, though partially heavy breathing, the brunette watched him as she spoke.

     

    "Hey underling, I have some things I need to tell you, first, just you get your information straight.  One: My name is Catherine, not love, or my love.  And, two: Regarding your story, poor diddums.  You got over it, at least.  If you want a repeat though, you should have just said so.  Fortunately for you, my weapon is not on me now, but I would use it again if I could.  I promise you that!"

     

                        The vampire before her spoke in Spanish, and she replied in English.  It didn’t matter what was understood however, or what fell over deaf ears, because all too soon, it was survival of the fittest.  ‘No crucifix.  No garlic.  No holy water, and no stake, well not exactly.’  If those were indeed weaknesses of a vampire.  All too soon however, everything except the fight ahead was pushed out of mind, out of sight.  With his words, with him initiating the first part of the attack and fight, Catherine positioned herself in a stance one way, or another, and dodged movement one, then possibly movement two and three from him, while she threw, or manoeuvred her head back, or her body at different times and angles, positioning them in such a way, where she could escape the blow and attack he initiated.  It succeeded, well briefly.  Without waiting on him to finish, or continue, the woman managed to throw in a good punch or two herself, one directly to his face, nose area, and following, the brunette shoved a solid elbow blow to his throat, while she put herself in the moment.  And, from there, if there was a brief gap between them, she gave it her all and performed a roundhouse kick, where she shoved a hard, decent kick into his lower gut area, then at his middle, yet while that probably helped her, it would be her downfall as well.  Her footing would be lost from that plan of attack possibly, but more so from his earlier movements (though it simply delayed).  And, with a groan, she ended up falling after having a fire fuel her, even temporarily.  With a rather loud thud, if it was possible, her head hit the floor underneath as well as her entire body, where she received a good hit and throw around.  Scrambling for her weapon, or ensuring it was still in her hands, while she looked up at him then, though her mind displayed mental images, replaying two certain parts of her life, the two most prominent times at least, when she had almost been dead.  She briefly saw herself as that nineteen years old, and then again at twenty-nine years old, both times in this lying on her back position, while she looked up at her attacker, preparing for the worst, and death, due to blurred vision of hers.

    ‘And now, here she was again, or was she?  Could she overcome this? Or, was third time the charm, meaning for once and for all, those who had been after her for years, even if not them directly, well got their chance to end her life, for good?’

                        No, I’m not dead, not yet, at least.  I’m not giving up, not without a fight.’  And with that, if it was not too late, the brunette beauty in her head to toe, mud-covered like state, began to spring back up, before he could spring down onto her, well if she even made it onto her own two feet in time, that was.  If she had been quick enough, that was yet to be seen.

     

  • "Me spirit? Did'ja really think I care aboot some pathetic shit like spirit?! Yer fuckin' kidnappin' me, fer what? Let me bloody go already! Am tired of this fookin' island already!" She lost her sight of it. Lost her stop. Because the next thing that she knew she felt and heard the clunk of something hard on her head. 

    Her eyes rolled, her jaw went slack, the anger left her face like a wave as her body wobbled and she tottered to the hardwood. It shook under her. She was at her final straw. Her arms shook, her temple throbbed. She couldn't keep this up. Her body wouldn't let her, she felt so betrayed by it. She had enough strength to roll onto her back and look whoever was taking her out in the eye, and making a silent pledge to kill them later. After that and she was knocked out. All the lines of anger left her face, only in sleep was she calm. 

    *****

    She felt like a ton of trucks landed a load of bricks after bricks on top of her when she woke. She was shaking, shivering, and her stomach was threatening to eat itself for the fact that the acid inside of it had nothing to eat from, nothing to break down. It would start to eat away at her eventually, but not now. 

    Alice had seen brutality before, but it didn't make her stomach from turning itself around upon the sight and the smell. Her arm came up in an attempt to cover her nose. But the stench could be tasted foully in the air as though it were a green cloud was there on her lips to taste. Her face contorted when it didn't help her. 

    Instead, she slid from whatever surface she was on and used whatever she could get her hands on to lift herself up. Her legs buckled under her, and she winced whenever too much strain was given to her about attempting to stand up. It took too many damn efforts. Yet as she did she was looking at her surroundings, it wasn't even to see what poor sod was nailed to the board and murdered there, likely some long time ago. And frankly, she didn't care about him, she only worried about herself. She was looking for a weapon to use.

    She caught where the guy was from though. She was searching his clothing at that time. Seeing if he still possibly held his gun. If an American wound up here, then what the hell and why were they holding people captive? If for meat, why were they wasting him? Whatever, not her problem. When either she found a gun or didn't, she still needed something that they would see or something to protect her fully. The back of her head continued to throb regardless of how little light was in the room.

    She knew one thing, and it was that she had to get out of there. And that was her next task above all.

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