Olivia Vincent is cheeky, foulmouthed, and flirty. (mamavincent) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2014-08-22 11:47:00 |
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Vampified Livvy!; Realizing she's a vamp & freaking out!
Wednesday, August 20, 2014; Streets of Sunnydale
PG-13ish (panicy feels, an almost vamp-attack); Complete
There was no doubt in Olivia's mind about what she was--a vampire.
The first thing she realized upon waking up was that she didn't recognize her surroundings. That brought on a wave of panic, but Olivia mentally reminded herself to stay calm, that everything would be fine, she would get her bearings and regroup and figure something out. Freaking out would get her nowhere, except upset, and she didn't need that right now.
She took a moment to collect herself before she started walking down the rather empty road she found herself on. She couldn't pinpoint any familiar landmarks, she wasn't in Lawrence and probably not even Kansas City either. But that didn't really help her place her whereabouts. She walked for a good stretch of the road and only saw a few cars fly by, almost as if they were trying to book it out of town. Or maybe that was her imagination or paranoia playing tricks on her. She wished they wouldn't blast their brights at her, though. Those lights were killer.
But as she got closer to the inner city, she saw the sign, or what used to be a sign, welcoming people to the city. Welcome to Sunny...something, she couldn't quite make it out, and couldn't recall any town names that started out that way. She'd figure it out later. The further into town she got, the more she could hear. Sounds of the city, cars driving. Voices, people talking. Too many people, she couldn't make any of it out. But she couldn't make any of it out. But she didn't see anyone around, so how was she hearing anything? It didn't make any sense. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and continued on her way.
Eventually, she found herself in some sort of downtown sort of area of the place and realized, thoug it was obviously late, it wasn't so late that the bars were closed, and then she saw one or maybe it was a club--The Bronze. Perhaps a drink to clear her head and she could find someone that could answer some questions foc her. Even before she was inside, the sounds of the club were rushing at her and everything was too loud, and once she was inside it was only worse. She ordered a drink and downed it quickly, but she was focused on something else. The soft lub-dub, lub-dub of a heartbeat. But not just one, not just the sound of her own heartbeat thudding in her ears, but multiple heartbeats in every direction. Was it part of the music in the club? She didn't think so, it wouldn't have made much sense to have that sort of sound effect in the song that was playing. But how was--
Someone practically barreled her over on their way to the dance floor, effectively distracting her from the heartbeats surrounding her, if only for a moment. She set her empty glass back down on the counter before she wandered off in search of a quieter place. Not that there was much quiet in a club, but she finally found the bathroom and ducked inside to collect her thoughts. The club sounds were still loud in her ears, louder than she felt they should be behind the heavy door that led to the women's restroom. She couldn't think straight for all the noise.
Olivia had hoped to be alone, but there was one other woman with her, at the sink. The outfit she wore suggested she worked here. She was holding a paper towel over her hand, blood soaking through and she looked up when Livvy walked in. "Damn glass broke in my hand when I was cleaning it." she commented, shaking her head.
But Olivia wasn't focusing on the words she was saying, she was focused on her hand. On the sight, and the smell of the blood. The gash in her hand was worse than the woman realized, Olivia thought. That had to be why she could smell the coppery scent of the blood all the way across the room. Not that it explained why she was so focused on it, why she couldn't take her eyes off of it. "Let me help you," she blurted out suddenly, walking over and offering the woman a hand in cleaning the wound.
Or, that had been her intention when she'd walked over, but the focus she had on the blood made her shift from helping to hurting--she lunged for the woman, who screamed but only for a moment because with a hand clamped firmly over her mouth, only small muffled sounds could escape. As Livvy moved to take the wounded hand of the other women in her own, to bring it up to her mouth, a few things happened. A silent realization of what she was about to do--and she also caught her reflection in the mirror. She wasn't right. Her face was all screwed up, there were ridges around her brows, her eyes were yellow, and the fangs-- "No," she breathed , eyes wide as she shook her head furiously, "No, no, no, no." She shoved the woman away from her and darted out of the bathroom and out of the club as quickly as she could, which someone in the back of her mind she realized was much
quicker than should have been possible.
Finally, she stopped in an alley, alone. She leaned heavily against the wall and let out a wail of a sob, "No, no, no, this can't be happening, I can't, I cak't do this--" she mumbled, covering her face in her hands as she slid down the wall in a heap on the ground. They may have looked different than the one that had taken her husband's life, taken hers, taunted her son for decades, but there was no doubt in Olivia's mind about what she was--a vampire.