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Lydia
By: YRMQueenAcanthus Date: July 17, 2012, 12:26 am
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Lydia (Post-Bedlam)
Day 01
What’s… what’s going on? I awoke to the sounds of camera
shutters and low mumbling. I began to look around, when I
realized that something felt… different. Not like the newly
acquired power I’d received a month previous. I tried to reach
out, but some sort of field blocked me. When I really began to
look around, I noticed that grays, whites, and blacks filled my
vision. I looked up and tried to shove my way out of whatever
trapped me from above, but doing so caused my hand to burn
immensely.
What is this?
I began to dig my way through the mysterious material
surrounding me, seeing the horrific sight before me. Piles of
ashes were spilled on the club floor. I noticed that I witnessed
this frightening scene from above. I began to shovel my way
lower to reveal small print engraved on the bottom of my prison.
I couldn’t believe what I saw. The utter disbelief completely
overwhelmed me.
I sat trapped in a mason jar wallowing in my own ashes.
I tried to see if the others managed to “make it out” like me.
Maybe they’re around too? Maybe they’re lingering about as well?
The thought of everyone gone began to tear me apart. My job
consisted of protecting every one of these people. I didn’t care
if we’re creatures of the night; I considered all of them my
people. All these interesting beings, some wonderful, some quite
terrifying were all special to me. Now they’re ash and scorch
marks on the walls and floors. They didn’t deserve to go this
way. As these thoughts ran rampant through my mind, I began to
move further away.
What’s going on?
Among my other thoughts, that became the most prominent. I sunk
back into my bed of ashes and began to ponder the possibilities
of what could happen next. What’s going to happen to me now? I
remember others telling me of my ability to come back with a
drop of blood. Will I become like Johnny though? Is a piece of
me left behind here in Bedlam? My thoughts were interrupted by
the whir of an engine.
Well, I suppose it’s up to God at this point. Are you even
listening anymore?
Day 15
Day fifteen is here. I’ve been inside this jar for fifteen
days… Everything just seems so still now. On a positive note, I
lack the need to feed. So, I guess that’s a good thing. I won’t
have to sate the everlasting need for blood if I don’t have a
body. Counting days…that’s all I can do.
That became the usual round of thoughts for me as the days
continued to pass. I now sat on a desk, where the monocle man
continued to take notes and stare at me. The monocle man, as I
knew of no other name for him, looked to be in his late fifties.
As much as I could tell, he seemed like an ordinary old man on
the outside, but his obsidian eyes appeared hollowed. He
normally wore dull colored suits, varying from browns to greys
adorning himself with very little else. The only thing that
seemed of value that he wore rested in front of his right eye.
The monocle’s qualities possessed an eloquent, yet simplistic
style. From afar, it looked like an ordinary monocle, but when
one studied it closer, small silver engravings interweaved
themselves into the gold.
“Hmmm…”
That simple utterance became the only interaction I had with
anything. Period. Loneliness became a warm blanket within my
glass and ash prison. Memories of the people I knew became more
painful than comforting in the long run. The idea of not really
being able to die seemed like a flattering idea at first. Now,
it’s a cold hell. Johnny could still be around though. Then it
hit me.
There was a glimmer of hope.
Small as it may be, the fact that Johnny could still be around
somewhere and save me from this began to fuel my hope. The
reason why he turned me in the first place was to preserve the
Samedi line and allow him to rest. There was no way he would let
me go this easily since I was what was left of him. Right?
Day …
At this point, I gave up on counting the days. What did it
matter? It took enough of my energy to figure out where I am. It
appeared that the jar would be my eternal resting place. I now
sympathized with a pickle.
“Come one, come all! See the amazing wonder that I have here
today. A vampire’s ashes! True as can be!”
This became the new mantra of my days in the jar. I went from
test subject to item of the day at the black market. At least,
I’d assume I was brought to the black market. Otherwise, the cam
would’ve done something about this. This obviously breaks the
masquerade, or maybe they just thought this man lost a few of
his marbles along his life. This one definitely differed from
the one who acquired me. He looked to be the slimy type of
person no one would ever want to associate with. Either way,
this wasn’t good.
“Excuse me, sir?”
A mysterious fellow appeared holding a silver briefcase, his
eyes seeming to be locked on my prison, or rather, me. It felt
as if he could see me through the ash. The man adorned himself
with a purple and green zoot suit, strange trinkets hanging off
his belt loops and pockets. He also held a cane with a bright
red stone at the top. The salesman paused his incessant
hollering for a moment noticing his next customer, or rather,
sucker.
“Hello there, good sir! How may I be of assistance to you
today?” He noticed the man’s eyes on me. “Ahh, you have a fine
taste, good sir. Are you aware of what this is?”
The man nodded slightly whilst grinning with a rather toothy
grin. “Only a fool would not know what this is or its true
value.” He paused for a moment and reached towards me. “May I?”
“But of course! This item is quite a rarity, you know. A good
friend of mine let me have it after researching it, of course. I
hardly believed it myself. A vampire’s ashes! Imagine what could
be done with it!”
The customer gave a slight chuckle. “Oh, believe me. I already
have.” He snatched me up and began to peer closer into my
prison. Initially, I started to move further back, as far as I
could away from the peering eyes. My attempts proved futile,
considering he’d just rotate the jar around. “How much are you
selling her for?”
The salesman brightened up when the word selling came about.
“I'm open to a little bargaining. How much are you willing to
offer?”
The customer placed his silver briefcase on some open table
space and opened it, revealing wads of one hundred dollar bills.
The salesman grew speechless.
“Will this cover it?”
The salesman began to reach towards the bills eyes gleaming.
The briefcase snapped shut, keeping him away from his future
riches. He stuttered a bit before replying to the customer’s
question.
“Of course it’ll cover it! My goodness, you are getting such a
bargain too. This could run so much higher if it was in someone
else’s hands, but you are a brilliant man to have come to me.
Don’t worry! I would never rip one of my valued customers off! I
hope to do business again with you soon!”
The briefcase belonged to the salesman now, me to the customer.
At first I became relieved that I would never have to hear his
voice again, but the more time I spent in the mysterious man’s
possession, the more worried I became. My strength began to fade
as I traveled to wherever he wanted to bring me, but much to my
surprise, I would no longer be ash and dust…
#Post#: 989--------------------------------------------------
Re: Lydia (Post-Bedlam)
By: YRMQueenAcanthus Date: August 1, 2012, 12:42 am
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Day 45 (I'd finally manged to calculate the days..)
I awoke to a voodoo doctor, trying to revive me under his
control. The silly man obviously had no idea of what he was
doing, considering he'd just done me a huge favor...All I
remember was that he tried to command me to do something, but
all I could thing of was blood. I needed it. I needed it right
then and there. He fainted after my feeding, but I managed to
tear up the place a bit to make it look like a failed robbery.
After that, I proceeded to hide in the sewers, wandering
aimlessly about. Wondering what my next move should be.
Wondering if Jessika or Johnny would be anywhere around. Knowing
my luck, I'd never find them again.
Day 49
I managed to hear a rumor from some passersby in the sewers,
fellow Kindred, that there is a place that helps our kind.
Sparrow's Reformation Center, I think it was called... I'm going
to swing by there soon, but first, I need better attire... The
voodoo man's outfit doesn't really suit my taste, or fit
properly for that matter.
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Lydia (Bedlam)
By: YRMQueenAcanthus Date: August 15, 2012, 3:01 am
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These are entries from Lydia's purple journal she carried around
with her in Bedlam. The location of the journal is unknown at
this point...(3rd person normal, 1st italicized)
[center]10/16/11[/center]
After cleaning the mess she had made, Lydia proceeds to go
through the motions of the day. She steps through her room,
shuffling around the notes and clothes strewn on the floor. She
glimpses over to the bookshelf, the only organized space in her
room. Since Wilhelm passed, Jessika had been a bit more generous
with Lydia, allowing her to persue her interest in reading
again. Although she had been forced to study constantly as a
child and be perfect in everything she did, reading felt like an
escape. Where she didn't have to work so much, not even be. She
became someone else. That's why she loved becoming a ghoul, or
so she thought.
Through all the sick and twisted abuse she received, she
still thought it a better then her previous life. She could
never get back her purity or virginity, but that seemed to be a
stupid idea since she had entered the world of darkness. Lydia
did wonder though...Since she always studied, plus being part of
an all girl's school, she never had a social life with boys. She
always wondered what it would be like. She just recently (within
these last 10 years), got used to speaking commonly with men,
even a little flirting, but she never knew what it would be like
to fall in love. She didn't care for sex anymore, for obvious
reasons. Touching people isn't so hard anymore. The idea of
marriage is an odd one, although it has been thrusted upon her.
She currently contemplated whether or not she should drink
from the chalice. After watching her future husband fall and
crash, and Evelynn's "What a load of help you were..." comment,
Lydia's feelings went into overload. Scared of the idea of
marriage, guilty for the fact that the man she is supposed to
marry was hurt horribly and she stood by and did nothing, as
well as confused because of the new vampire that has arrived who
interests her. She doesn't know why, but she is drawn to him.
Gosselli...
The new Gangrel primogen that has arrived. After sharing
information, Lydia feels as if she can trust him. She doesn't
know what's with him, but she's drawn to it. Being unbondable,
she could go to him and declare this, but that'll only make the
situation worse with Johnny, who so graciously wishes to take
her and embrace her. Lydia also worries for Jessika's sake.
Jessika seems to think that this is the best for me. I will
trust what she says, marry this man, and accompany him to his
last breath loyally. Maybe through all of this, she can fight
through her confusion with Gosselli...
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This is sketched at the bottom of the entry.
[center]10/20/11[/center]
Well, it's happened. I've been embraced. But fear not! I am
still able to survive sunlight. I am a Samedi. I'm what Johnny
calls "Hard as Fuck to kill." Johnny seems nice enough. At 1st I
was wary because the chalice said sacrifice ghoul, but I did as
my master instructed and now it's all ok.
I still don't know much about Gosselli...odd enough, he gave
me a gift. A stuffed panda he found in the garbage...Most people
would frown upon it, but I think it's sweet. He is also very
poor, so the fact that he would try to give me a gift in general
is nice. I'm not so afraid of marrying Johnny anymore. I'm
actually quite excited. Although something still draws me
towards Gosselli, I am forever indebted to my sire, Johnny
Delion. Hmm...Lydia Scarlet Delion...It has a nice ring to it. I
went from a semi-powerful ghoul to a 9th gen vampire. I doubt
Gosselli would want me in my true form...considering that I am
constantly decaying. I am incredibly grateful for Mask of a
Thousand faces. Otherwise, people would be very suspicious. I'll
end it here for now. Should go interact with the others..
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