Simone nodded her thanks before sinking her fangs into one of the small silver bags. The lycan blood, or whatever it was, trickled coolly down Simone’s throat, filling her empty stomach with the nourishment she needed to survive. ‘Thank you,” Simone would murmur after finishing the first bag, pausing at length between each word, she clearly not used to say thanks/ At least it didn’t seem as though they were going to starve her to death, Simone mused silently as she picked up the second blood bag and set her razor sharp fangs into it, easily tearing two holes from which to drink.

Amother voice pulled Simone from her thoughts, and her meal, the vampire’s gaze snapping upwards to take in the new speaker, a girl with striking, electric blue eyes and long brown hair. ‘What do you mean?” Simone spoke softly, a slight edge to her voice before she realised that that the question had not been directed at her. “Oh, my mistake," Simone muttered... her best attempt at an apology before turning her attention back to finishing her second meal. But she was interrupted again as a… well it looked like a rabbit of some sort, approached and began to make a series of squeaks. Simone frowned, staring quizzically at the thing; then she shook her head.

‘What is it saying?” Simone mused aloud, the question directed to everyone and no one at the same time. Simone studied the new arrival for several long moments, her keen carmine coloured eyes taking in its form from head to toe. It was a potential threat until Simone knew otherwise… But then again, wasn’t everyone here? Simone shook her head and took a deep breath. No; it wasn’t like that, was it? Simone was feeling better after her meal, but it was still hard to think. Why…? What had happened to her? Was she really broken? That’s what the doctors at Solomon had said, yes?

But they never had said what was wrong before they had prepped her for euthanasia. Were they going to treat her here and return her home? No, it didn’t seem that way. Simone’s expression hardened as thoughts of her home and her creators ran through her mind and a soft growl slipped from between the petite white haired female’s lips, which were now pressed together in a hard, straight line. ‘It was… her fault,” Simone hissed angrily as her confused, drug fillled mind began to slip further and the image of her creator appeared in front of her, arms crossed over her chest, staring down her nose at her project from across the table. “I already killed you,’ Simone growled as she shot to her feet, knocking her chair over in the process... ‘You’re dead! I remember!"”