InsaneJournal

Lauren had to admit she was absolutely bloody terrified. She'd woken up without her sunglasses and it was sunny. Not the kind of sunny that was warm but the kind that was bright. It was just as bad. She'd walked around for a while worried but remembering what Mitchell had taught her, what she knew about being a vampire now. The most important bit was that no one knew. No one knew about vampires. Though <i>fuck</i> she wasn't even supposed to be alive?! Why was she here?  Why had she, having crumbled to dust in her sire and former lovers arms woken up perfectly healthy here. It seemed like only a few minutes since she'd begged Mitchell to stake her. She got to her feet, scared and worried and hungry. As ever she was desprately desprately hungry.

How much danger could she really be in given the circumstance Being what she was, she'd do it, she'd scare someone into telling her what the hell was going on, work out where she was and how to get back to Bristol. She had wanted to die, but now...maybe she still did but she couldn't ask Mitchell again. She couldn't do that to him a second time so maybe she shouldn't do that right away. Maybe she'd try, just once more to do without blood. For his sake. She'd always been weak, she knew that too. But maybe she could make something of herself. Maybe Bristol wasn't the place to go.

God, Lauren wanted to be indoors. It hurt her eyes, and she didn't even seem to have her sunglasses. That's all she wanted...sunglasses. And blood. Blood and sunglasses would make her happy.

When had this become her life?