It’s been a hell of a night. The talk on the street was the siege of Leyawin. Even in the Imperial city it was the talk of the town. Scylla wasn’t feeling too well since sunset. Where normal people would soon be heading to bed to sleep, she had not that need. Still tonight it was different. She wasn’t feeling well, which for someone of her kind wasn’t normal. 

 Scylla’s steps were heavy, her movement slowed from unnatural fatigue that slowly crept into her body, swallowing the last of her strength. She found herself quickly returning to her rented room, a hand placed on the wall of the stairs to keep balance as she could barely walk anymore. A surge from somewhere deep inside her mind stuck just as she reached the door of her room. For a moment she lost consciousness, but hitting the cold wooden door with her head as her limbs lose strength brought her back to it and she managed to walk inside, closing the door behind herself. 

 Taking a single step, she had not yet reached the bed when her body once again gave all strength and she crumbled on the covered by carpet floor. A soft thud filled the surroundings as her relaxed body touched the floor. 

 Priscilla couldn’t remember the last time she dreamt. It was now a foreign concept for her as her body no longer required any real sleep. Thus she had forgotten what it was like… now she didn’t even realize she was dreaming. 

 Everything was a complete chaos in her mind. She was running through a forest then a field. She felt trapped into the body of a hunter as her mind refused to believe it was herself. Running through the moonless night, she reached a farm in the wide fields. The windows were bright, lighted by the warm fires within. As Scylla screamed inside her mind, the body moved, bashing through the door of the remote farm. The screams of it’s residents were muffled as the crazed vampire tore the throats of everyone inside. The whole family was turned into husks as the vampire feasted on their blood.

 [color=f7941d][i]‘NOOOOOOOOOO! I DON’T WANT THIS!’[/i][/color] Scylla screamed as she remembered the place now. This was one of the farms where she once took refuge for a day. She never did this madness back then. This was not her! She was not some bloodcrazed monster! She was going to find a cure!

 Among the huge pool of blood that formed on the floor, Scylla clearly saw her own visage reflected. It was that of a monster who was well beyond saving… What sort of nightmare was this!? Why would she dream of this now of all times? Suddenly a figure formed as the room became even more drowned in light. The best narrowed it’s eyes, hiding them behind it’s arms. As the figure brought down a hammer onto her, Scylla’s eyes snapped open.

 She screamed from pain as she began twisting on the floor of her room. It took her a few long minutes before she finally calmed down. Her chest hurt like oblivion and she was sure if she was still breathing, it would have been hard to do that. Suddenly a knock came from the neighboring room as the resident there was shouting at her to stop making all that noise so early in the day. It was then that she finally threw a look at the window, noticing the dawn was slowly creeping over the horizon. 

 As her chest still felt sore and heavy, she slowly moved to the mirror in the room. Taking off her vest and shirt she saw a rather peculiar sight across her bosom. It seemed like… a hammer mark of sorts.[color=f7941d]” What on earth happened…?”[/color] She muttered to herself, as the sun shined more and more brightly, causing her minor pain across her naked skin. Using the bowl of water, she quickly splashed some on her face… What was that nightmare… this mark… why her… so many questions and no answers… for now.