Post by Lillian Ri-Ana Silverheart on Jun 18, 2019 2:10:01 GMT
Dark.
It was dark and cold outside, icy rain pouring freely from the dark clouds hovering above the city. She wandered out of the alley and onto the soaked sidewalk, pale thin arms wrapped tightly around herself for even a fraction of body heat. She wore a simple lavender satin night gown and a plush black robe with the letters N.C. embossed on the heart of it. She held the robe close to her very emaciated frame, something in those letters giving her comfort she didn't truly understand.
"Cove family to call off search and hold funeral tomorrow night at old church, at the request of Nathanuel Cova himself!" an announcement on a TV rang, playing loudly in a bar.
'NO! Don't bury memories!' some broken voice inside of her mind called out to the words on the TV. 'I'm here! I'm alive and okay!' the voice kept calling, sending sharp pains through her head and chest.
The sadness in the man's voice and face on the screen brought her crumbling to her knees on the cold wet sidewalk, her hand clutching tightly at her chest as if to hold her very heart together. 'Why does it kill me so much to see this man in so much pain and suffering?' she thought to herself.
After some time, she stood and started walking again, until another TV caught her attention.
"Wait...Nathanuel Cova...N.C?" she thought aloud as soon as it clicked in her head. 'Could this robe belong to him? Maybe the one taken from him had been wearing it and she was there with me...wherever we were,' she thought to herself. Now determined, she set off to find a phone and phone book to attempt to contact the sad man on the TV.
After walking for a while, she stepped into a small general store, the smells all combining and making her feel somewhat relaxed as if they were familiar scents to her. The young pregnant girl perched behind the counter and watching the same news broadcast jumped, apparently startled by the bell on the door as if it rarely chimed. She took in the appearance of the woman before her and rushed over with a blanket and a mug of fresh hot coffee, then lead her to a seat by a small heater for her to sit and try to get some warmth.
"Sweetheart, you are going to wind up sick wandering around like that in this nasty weather. Where did you come from? What's your name? Is there someone I can call to come get you home?" she asked, worry laced into her voice and her face.
"I don't get common sicknesses...I don't really know or understand why right now, I just know I don't get sick. I...don't know where I came from, I just woke up in an alley and wandered around until I found this store...My name?" she asked, the woman already beginning to look more worried than she had before. She noticed how this strange pale woman's hair clung to her minimal clothing and her pale skin like tendrils, a mess of knots and tangles matted with dirt and what could only be described as possibly old dried blood.
"I...don't remember my name...I just need to use your phone and a phone book. I really need to contact the sad man from the news. I think the robe I am wearing belongs to him, meaning most likely his mate was wearing it when she was taken from him and I think it's the same people who took me. They may still have her alive, so he would be able to find her..." she explained without even fully understanding herself how this man would find his mate with just the scents on the robe. The poor pregnant woman looked even more horrified than before, making her face go pale with terror.
"You were kidnapped by someone?! You think mister Cova's wife was also kidnapped and may still be alive? How did you get away from them with your life and do you know who took you? What did they do to you, miss?" she asked, only getting a confused look and a shaking head in response to all of her questioning.
She looked up at the TV and again saw the pain in the man's eyes, causing her to instinctively clutch the robe tighter to herself. Somehow she knew it once smelled like something or someone that had brought comfort to her many times, it had made her think of a home she could no longer remember. Now, the robe just smelled of dirt, mustiness and blood. 'Maybe his wife wore it in the bad place and she was the one who comforted me? Maybe she's the reason I got out alive....I hope she is still alive, for that man's sake,' she thought to herself, tears starting to well and sting in her eyes.
After some time, police had showed up at the store, most likely called in by the young pregnant woman. 'Good girl,' she thought to herself, glad this woman had at least contacted the police so she could help that heartbroken man find his mate. Somehow, she knew that he would spiral downward and lose everything that made him so good if he couldn't find his wife, and that thought alone made her want to talk to him even more than before.
"Ma'am? We are going to need you to come with us to the station to answer some questions for us. You're not being arrested, and we will be sure to get you food, drink, clothes...whatever you need for your cooperation," the older of the two officers spoke calmly, as if afraid to scare this woman anymore than she already was. She nodded slowly and followed the men, climbing into the back of the car and curling into the blanket and robe even more than she had already been. She spent several hours answering numerous questions the didn't know the answers to, eating the donuts and drinking the coffee brought to her as if she'd not had either in months.
The door to the room opened up and a man stepped inside, quietly thanking the policemen and escorting them out into the hall for a few minutes. When the man stepped back inside, she caught a whiff of his scent and darted much faster than humanly possible across the room to slam full force into the wall. A hiss escaped her lips and fangs protruded in full length from under her upper lip, now deep crimson eyes locked on the male with guards up.
"What are you?! You're not even remotely human! I can smell it on you!" she hissed, refusing to move even an inch closer despite the pain searing through her frail body from the impact with the wall. She focused harder and realized it was the heartbroken man from the TV, the sadness within his eyes in person sending her in a broken heap to the ground. Sobs racked her small worn body, her spine protruding even through the robe to show just how emaciated she was.
"Why does your pain wound me so bad? I know nothing about you, yet I feel every single hurt done to you in every fiber of my body..." she whispered, her voice reflecting the pain she was feeling inside for a man she had no memory of. "I...look I just wanted to find you...and tell you that I think your mate was wearing this robe in whatever Hell we were locked in together....I don't know if they still have her, or if she is even still alive...but this robe...it belongs to you. I just feel it," she explained with a trembling voice, eyes lowered and head down concealing her bruised and battered face. A single scar of black ran down over her left eye, one she had even before she had been taken from wherever used to be her home. She quickly shed the robe and tossed it to him, revealing in much better detail, the fresh cuts and bruises mingling with fresh scars and dried blood all along the areas of her body exposed by just the thin soaked night gown.
It was dark and cold outside, icy rain pouring freely from the dark clouds hovering above the city. She wandered out of the alley and onto the soaked sidewalk, pale thin arms wrapped tightly around herself for even a fraction of body heat. She wore a simple lavender satin night gown and a plush black robe with the letters N.C. embossed on the heart of it. She held the robe close to her very emaciated frame, something in those letters giving her comfort she didn't truly understand.
"Cove family to call off search and hold funeral tomorrow night at old church, at the request of Nathanuel Cova himself!" an announcement on a TV rang, playing loudly in a bar.
'NO! Don't bury memories!' some broken voice inside of her mind called out to the words on the TV. 'I'm here! I'm alive and okay!' the voice kept calling, sending sharp pains through her head and chest.
The sadness in the man's voice and face on the screen brought her crumbling to her knees on the cold wet sidewalk, her hand clutching tightly at her chest as if to hold her very heart together. 'Why does it kill me so much to see this man in so much pain and suffering?' she thought to herself.
After some time, she stood and started walking again, until another TV caught her attention.
"Wait...Nathanuel Cova...N.C?" she thought aloud as soon as it clicked in her head. 'Could this robe belong to him? Maybe the one taken from him had been wearing it and she was there with me...wherever we were,' she thought to herself. Now determined, she set off to find a phone and phone book to attempt to contact the sad man on the TV.
After walking for a while, she stepped into a small general store, the smells all combining and making her feel somewhat relaxed as if they were familiar scents to her. The young pregnant girl perched behind the counter and watching the same news broadcast jumped, apparently startled by the bell on the door as if it rarely chimed. She took in the appearance of the woman before her and rushed over with a blanket and a mug of fresh hot coffee, then lead her to a seat by a small heater for her to sit and try to get some warmth.
"Sweetheart, you are going to wind up sick wandering around like that in this nasty weather. Where did you come from? What's your name? Is there someone I can call to come get you home?" she asked, worry laced into her voice and her face.
"I don't get common sicknesses...I don't really know or understand why right now, I just know I don't get sick. I...don't know where I came from, I just woke up in an alley and wandered around until I found this store...My name?" she asked, the woman already beginning to look more worried than she had before. She noticed how this strange pale woman's hair clung to her minimal clothing and her pale skin like tendrils, a mess of knots and tangles matted with dirt and what could only be described as possibly old dried blood.
"I...don't remember my name...I just need to use your phone and a phone book. I really need to contact the sad man from the news. I think the robe I am wearing belongs to him, meaning most likely his mate was wearing it when she was taken from him and I think it's the same people who took me. They may still have her alive, so he would be able to find her..." she explained without even fully understanding herself how this man would find his mate with just the scents on the robe. The poor pregnant woman looked even more horrified than before, making her face go pale with terror.
"You were kidnapped by someone?! You think mister Cova's wife was also kidnapped and may still be alive? How did you get away from them with your life and do you know who took you? What did they do to you, miss?" she asked, only getting a confused look and a shaking head in response to all of her questioning.
She looked up at the TV and again saw the pain in the man's eyes, causing her to instinctively clutch the robe tighter to herself. Somehow she knew it once smelled like something or someone that had brought comfort to her many times, it had made her think of a home she could no longer remember. Now, the robe just smelled of dirt, mustiness and blood. 'Maybe his wife wore it in the bad place and she was the one who comforted me? Maybe she's the reason I got out alive....I hope she is still alive, for that man's sake,' she thought to herself, tears starting to well and sting in her eyes.
After some time, police had showed up at the store, most likely called in by the young pregnant woman. 'Good girl,' she thought to herself, glad this woman had at least contacted the police so she could help that heartbroken man find his mate. Somehow, she knew that he would spiral downward and lose everything that made him so good if he couldn't find his wife, and that thought alone made her want to talk to him even more than before.
"Ma'am? We are going to need you to come with us to the station to answer some questions for us. You're not being arrested, and we will be sure to get you food, drink, clothes...whatever you need for your cooperation," the older of the two officers spoke calmly, as if afraid to scare this woman anymore than she already was. She nodded slowly and followed the men, climbing into the back of the car and curling into the blanket and robe even more than she had already been. She spent several hours answering numerous questions the didn't know the answers to, eating the donuts and drinking the coffee brought to her as if she'd not had either in months.
The door to the room opened up and a man stepped inside, quietly thanking the policemen and escorting them out into the hall for a few minutes. When the man stepped back inside, she caught a whiff of his scent and darted much faster than humanly possible across the room to slam full force into the wall. A hiss escaped her lips and fangs protruded in full length from under her upper lip, now deep crimson eyes locked on the male with guards up.
"What are you?! You're not even remotely human! I can smell it on you!" she hissed, refusing to move even an inch closer despite the pain searing through her frail body from the impact with the wall. She focused harder and realized it was the heartbroken man from the TV, the sadness within his eyes in person sending her in a broken heap to the ground. Sobs racked her small worn body, her spine protruding even through the robe to show just how emaciated she was.
"Why does your pain wound me so bad? I know nothing about you, yet I feel every single hurt done to you in every fiber of my body..." she whispered, her voice reflecting the pain she was feeling inside for a man she had no memory of. "I...look I just wanted to find you...and tell you that I think your mate was wearing this robe in whatever Hell we were locked in together....I don't know if they still have her, or if she is even still alive...but this robe...it belongs to you. I just feel it," she explained with a trembling voice, eyes lowered and head down concealing her bruised and battered face. A single scar of black ran down over her left eye, one she had even before she had been taken from wherever used to be her home. She quickly shed the robe and tossed it to him, revealing in much better detail, the fresh cuts and bruises mingling with fresh scars and dried blood all along the areas of her body exposed by just the thin soaked night gown.
