𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬 of when she woke up alone and naked, the glow of the moon, Selene ; being the only thing she could see. Her insides felt like they'd been screaming at her for days, her head aching in a black hole of emptiness- a Klaus named scar o...
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21 days.
She'd been alive for 21 days . . . .well, knowingly.
It had been 21 days since she'd woken up in a dark and empty alley.
It had been 21 days since she'd been trying to remember who she was, and what she is.
It had been 21 days since she'd been acting like a normal functioning person in human civilization.
It had been 10 days she'd been searching for Klaus, a name she'd been repeating in her head day in, day out. A name that marked her skin with raw looking red marks— they didn't seem to be healing.
It was ugly, with blood seeping out of the edges, the letter S crooked. She didn't remember getting it, like everything else in her memory but the story behind in seemed painful.
It felt like her brain had forgotten but her body had a mind of it's own. Her heart would thump in her chest— she could hear it when it did that, her muscles tensing every time she glanced at the scar.
It felt like her body was still traumatized with whatever had happened, that almost made her want to forget all about it and start a new life. Almost.
But a stone rested on her middle finger, a twig wired around it— and whatever it's reason was before seemed irrelevant because right now it was a reminder of how much she didn't know about the world, about herself.
She had soon realized she wasn't as normal as she though— her eyes would turn an ice blue, more than her natural color when she was around certain people, sometimes she could hear the heartbeats of people miles away from her.
On day 7 she'd realized that she didn't have a name, not one she remembered anyways.
She named herself Selene, thinking back to the first thing she saw when she woke up.
She'd realized she liked the moon in those 7 days. The moon came in every night and stayed in the empty sky, alone.
She was alone too.
Maybe he was searching for who he was too.
She liked to think he was— it seemed less lonely like that.
On day 19 she realized that vampires existed. It was like the switch clicking in her brain when she watched a man in a suit throw quarters at the glass window, the people burning when the sun touched their skin.
And a part of her didn't feel sorry for them.
That was when she got her first vision, or memory? She didn't know if the images her mind had portrayed were her manifestation or a memory deep suppressed.
There was a man with ice blue eyes, just like hers, who screamed in agony as his knees reversed direction, his bones shifted inside of him— she could hear them cracking, she could hear his screams. His jaw contorted to long wolf's muzzle in front of him and he fell forward onto his hands, a cry leaving his lips. His screams turned into a long howl as the dark fur sprouted from his body, and his clothing tore itself— he shifted into a beast and she could see him trying, oh she could see him trying to control himself, she could see the pain this was causing him and at the last moment when she stared at his motionless body, she thought he'd finally calmed down— "Run." He howled looking her in the eye, the voice chilling. . .
When she'd looked up again there laid burnt vampires crying in agony—
Her eyes turned the ice blue again, she realized they did that whenever she was near a vampire.
A part of her still didn't feel sorry for them.
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