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Today was not her day. No- correction. This entire
year was not her year. To be fair, it had started off well enough. In fact, the year of 2012 promised great things: scholarships to universities, new friends, and one very well planned out road-trip to celebrate all her latest achievements. Even better, she was finally free of her parents. That's right, 2012 marked the year she finally saved up enough to move out of her parent's home.
The years had been trying indeed, and Marcie was admittedly getting rather desperate near the end, taking up odd jobs she'd rather not remember just to raise the money- her short time as a maid was undoubtedly the worst. Sure she could have just borrowed from her parents- not like they didn't have enough to spare- but that would mean she
owed them, and she did not scrub out a tub filled with things she really didn't want to know the origin of just so her parents could hold yet another thing over her head. The whole point was to get away from them, thank-you very much.
So by all accounts, this should have been the best year of her young adult life. Too bad her young adult life didn't see it that way. It was her mistake really, a stupid decision she really shouldn't have made. Usually, she would have never given the idea of going to a party a second thought, but after a week of cramming for a test, her friends had somehow managed to convince her she needed to relax.
Obviously a raging college party was such a better option than relaxing at home with a good book and cup of cocoa, and what
was she thinking by even suggesting such a thing?
Granted, in her friend's defense, it wasn't so much the party that did her in, as what happened after. In retrospect, driving home at one in the morning, half asleep and taking a desolate road as a short cut, probably wasn't her best idea- as proven when her car hit a 'bump'. Things only went from bad to worse when she decided to get out of the vehicle and make sure her victim was alright. Under normal circumstances, this would be considered the responsible thing to do, something her parents drilled into her during her eighteen years of rooming with them. She should have stayed in her car.
Her 'victim' turned out to be one very angry vampire- apparently they didn't enjoy being ran over. Who knew right? Oh, and creatures of the night now existed. That was new. Sure, she had read plenty on the lore of vampires- the supernatural, the paranormal, mythology, it all interested her. Reading being one of her favorite hobbies, Marcie was no stranger to the various creatures and monsters brewed up in some very creative imaginations- or so she had thought.
At least the 'documenters'- some of whom she highly doubted were the real deal- had gotten the general description right: sharp canine teeth and pale skin. They also had that hissing thing, though looking back, that trait might have been limited to that special snowflake she had hit. In fact, the yellow eyes were more likely than not just contacts. Looks like someone was a little too into the whole 'bloodsucker' get-up. And just her luck that she had to run into the one vamp who took his 'job' seriously. Any other sharp-toothed being might have turned tail and ran, but not this one- oh no. Vengeance had to be reaped.
Long story short: a flashlight wasn't proper protection when it came to superhuman beings. Oh, and just sucking her blood and leaving her for dead isn't considered a thorough reaping of vengeance. Going one step further and cursing someone to lead the life you walk however, now that was going somewhere. Too bad that particular vampire had seemed to forget something about turning people- the initial influx of feral instincts can have.. unexpected results. The sudden introduction of blood lust, accompanied by an overpowering of animistic instincts tended to make a person lash out at any living thing in the vicinity.
Unfortunate her new friend forgot that small detail.
When the 'Vampire Council'- as she later on learned they called themselves- found her, she was a disoriented wreck. Stumbling around the forest, her shambled clothes making her look like she had gone a few rounds with a mud monster living in the forest underbrush. And lost. She was also covered in blood, ironically being her own, which was stolen back from her victim-turned-attacker. According to the council, she a transfixed look and snapped at anything that moved. Quite literally.
By all accounts, and after learning that the council had nothing to do with the attack, Marcie guess she sorta owed the group of creepily clad vampires her life- as screwed up as it was now. Had she been left to her own devices that night.. Well, she didn't exactly want to think about what might have happened. One thing was certain, there would be more than just her family morning a death that night. The thought of ingesting another person, any part of them, sent her running for a trash can. An
omnivore was a far cry from a
cannibal- vampire or not.
In fact, the first time she had been given a cup of blood to drink, she refused to even touch it with out extensive questioning. Where had it come from, where was the victim now, were they still okay, did they remember the incident, and quite a few others. Impressively, the council answered each one with the patience of saints- or the more likely option, they had plenty of practice. Marceline had shuttered at the thought. Just how many of these creatures- her species were there?
'We acquire your assistance.'The sudden appearance, accompanied by those long black cloaks and foreboding voices, had Marceline sure this was it. It was her freshman sorority club out for revenge. She always new they had it out for her, it was only a matter of time. The discovery that this was not in fact the day for the reaping of vengeance, but just a visit from your creepy neighborhood vampire council, didn't exactly warrant relief. If she had the option, Marcie would have preferred the first. With her new vampire strength, she was sure she could take 'um. Maybe. Probably not. She still would have preferred them over the council.
Especially if it meant not being in her current situation.
Leaning against a tacky beige colored wall, the female vampire was not amused. The council had only given her the briefest of explanations- something about how they've '
been watching her' and '
she was perfect', basically all the makings for one rather creepy movie- before shipping her off to some random house in the suburbs to wait for another vampire. From here, she was to stand by and await further instructions.
The only reason she hadn't tuck and ran an hour ago was because she
did kind of owe these guys her life, and Marcie hated owing people. What ever this stupid task was, she would get it done and move on. She would still stick around of course, after all, where else could she get a supply of blood? No way would she take it off the street.
Marceline was already headed to the door when it burst open, a sort of odd intuition telling her someone was there even before the dark haired boy was sent flying in, landing at her feet. One slim brown eyebrow was raised in response, curiosity now prickling inside her. Just what were they expecting her to do here?
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