I awoke with a sharp pang, it was coming from the side of my neck. As I touched the area, I could feel no bumps, marks or anything really. I didn't know what I had expected to find in all honesty. All I knew was that something was off- with me and with those two men. I enjoyed their company, I thought of them as angels or saviors, I looked upon them with love in all its splendor. But for some reason, as I felt my aching neck, and jumped out of bed, I felt frightened. I felt uneasy and slightly paranoid. I felt as I had felt my first few weeks at their home. I felt like prey, like a mouse caught between a hawk and a fox. Like I was an easy meal for the next passerby.
Looking at myself in Lestat's mirror, I could see no injury. I felt tired, like I'd just been to battle, I felt I had won whatever battle I had been in but it didn't explain my strange feelings. I couldn't explain why I looked like myself but felt like I was something entirely different. I couldn't explain why my eyes looked different, they had this age to them, but yet I looked as young as could be. I was myself but in almost every physical and mental seeming aspect- I gazed upon myself with a strangers eyes. As I disrobed and looked through my armoire, I caught a glimpse of a slight purple tint to my upper thigh. Upon further inspection it appeared to be not only a bruise that had began to form- but a bruise in the shape of a hand. It was the strangest thing. I hadn't done it, to my knowledge at least. I hadn't been myself lately but I'd never take it upon myself to hurt myself like that. I compared the bruise to my own delicate hand. It couldn't have been my doing, the mark left behind was from someone much larger than I.
A man sized hand, I quickly gathered. I was scared and uneasy, I wanted to run- to where, I hadn't the slightest. But I felt like I was going insane. I hadn't done it, nor had I "been" with another as of late. I had no idea how that mark could've got there and that was what scared me.
Was I attacked? Did someone hurt me? Why couldn't I remember anything? Were my windows locked? I needed to find Lestat or Louis, surely they could relieve my sordid mind, this was ripping me apart. I felt like a stranger in my own skin, like what I was seeing wasn't real, someone else was orchestrating my breathing body, I wasn't sure what I was doing. Where I had been or how I could forget something so strange. I wanted Lestat to tell me I wasn't crazy, to lift me up and tell me I was safe in his arms.

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Lay Me To Sleep
FanfictionNina Levesque is a young woman living in the times of the Black Death in Belgium and Paris, France. Her family has been taken from her by the disease and she now lives alone in her struggles to survive. She is walking home one night and becomes acqu...