Ariela~

She was anxious, something had compelled her to stay at the hospital for the last 3 hours, yet every part of her was fighting to go out. She needed air, she needed thrill, she needed to hunt. The dull and crowded hospital room was uninviting to her, she could not believe she had chosen this place as her home. Everything about it was garbage, but then again, so was the rest of the city. From the people that walk within it to the rubble that litter the streets, all were equal in her eyes. All were trash, unworthy of existence, deserving nothing but the fire of her hatred, and the cold steel of her machete.

Ariela had much hate within her, and she was rather close too losing her cool on her very self. She gritted her teeth and screamed at the empty walls of her hideaway. "Whatever ungodly force compels me to stay in this place I order you! Seize it immediately. You have no right over me! And I will leave my home upon my own orders!" As if on Que, her body froze, tense and cold as it were glaring at her with the same eyes a parent would glare upon an impudent child with. Ariela became frightened, unable to understand why she could not bring herself to move. Mentally she fought the urge at every corner, but despite her best efforts it always prevailed at the end. The feeling relaxed, as if to sigh and say 'this is not worth my time.' Ariela almost became enraged once more, until she thought at the insanity of the matter. 

She was fighting an urge her own subconsciousness had, and was translating signals from her body into plain English. She shook her head of the madness of it all and stood up. She would simply leave, walk out of the small crack behind the wall in the western wing, and retrieve the game that had most likely fallen to her trap by now. 

It all seemed to be going well, she had packed her things and attempted to dress herself. Ariela frowned quizzically, as her clothing would not fit on her form. She quickly went to one of the old nurse's closets to retrieve some wears. She looked up at her reflection and gasped.

She had aged, and she was unable to draw any conclusions as too how.

Samuel~

As he regained control of his body and mind, Samuel faced the men Mathias had trusted to him. He shook his head and pointed to the mansion. "Go. Trust me when I say you will not want to take part in this." The men began to protest, but the look Samuel shot them immediately shut them up. He seemed to peer into their very souls, and after a few moments they were more than willing to leave him be. He shot a thought of disgust in their direction as they fled back to the mansion. Samuel had business to attend too.

Miralda had met a man named Leo on her way out, apparently he had provided her with the locations of a large amount of desperate individuals. Samuel smiled, tonight would be long indeed. He strolled through the market district, partially lost in thought, and mostly taking in the beauty of the sun set. He suddenly had a memory of the day of the apocalypse, a sort of Deja vu that would not leave him. He decided he would visit his favorite tea shop, it was rather likely they were no longer in business, but a man could hope.

It did not take long before he arrived, the small shop had caved in and the only window had been smashed in by some unknown object. Samuel shimmied over the frame and found himself inside. He was not entirely sure what he was doing here, but he was rather pleased to see a life string disappear behind the half destroyed counter. He giggled to himself. "Why Miralda my dear, it does seem that our first meal is upon us." Samuel announced, adding a bit of flare to his voice. His aim was to frighten, and he got results. He heard a soft whimpering from behind the counter as he stepped closer. "Now, now my dear; there is no need to be frightened. You should consider it an honor. You will be able to contribute to me and Miralda's future, just small spot of spirit is all I need. Now if you would just come out..." He peered around the bar as he laid eyes on the woman, she was barely alive. Famished beyond belief, and out of breath. She pathetically brandished a knife against him.

Samuel reached out and grabbed the chord of life, jerking it towards himself. She woman was sent into shock as she flew forward, smacking her face on the floor. Samuel grabbed her by the hair and brought her face to his. Bloodied snot ran down from her now broken nose. "Quite rude of you to show up to an evening meal in this state milady, it almost makes me cringe away from partaking." Samuel smiled as he opened his mouth and sucked inwards. He was inches away from the woman's own mouth, and he felt power seep into him as she went limp. 'Thank you for the meal Miralda' He thought, and was quickly replied to with a cheerful. [b]The pleasure is all mine.[/b]

Samuel then left the shop, in search of the next soul that would be unlucky enough to cross his path.