Eloise was lying on the ground, dazed and doing her best to heal the hole in her stomach, when a strangely perky voice said something about...[i]muffins[/i], of all things.

Eloise was confused. Obviously, the diminutive vampire knew who she was. Eloise, unfortunately, did not remember [i]her[/i]. Granted, she couldn't remember many things anymore (though she [i]did[/I] now know the name of one of her children-Victoria). The Covenant's relatively "gentle" treatment had lent itself wonders to Eloise's mental state. Day by day, she was remembering more of the life she had before, though she wasn't sure if she [i]wanted[/i] to remember. Remembering hurt too much.

Sometimes, Eloise felt strangely disconnected from reality, knowing that she had once been married to a baker in the English countryside. When she looked in the mirror, she hardly recognized herself-the blisters and bruises and lacerations had healed, yes, but even her abilities couldn't erase the scars. And oh, were there [i]scars[/i]-there were burn scars from hot cooking oil all over her body (but especially on her face); slender scars from daggers and knives and jagged scars from horse whips and riding crops. Eloise's hair was not as brittle and colorless as it once was, but it was still pitifully thin. And although she was not frighteningly emaciated anymore, she was not at a "healthy" weight, either. Her hollow cheeks had filled in some, and there were no longer enormous bags under her eyes, but the fact remained that she was rather gaunt (the Covenant had been very, very cautious about giving her any blood at all, to say the least).

The other vampire [i]looked[/i] like she was around ten, but she smelled ancient. She grabbed Eloise's head, easily brushing aside the cloth tied tightly over her mouth (though she didn't seem to care about the zip ties around Eloise's wrists or the tracker on her ankle, for the moment) and forcibly opened her mouth before shoving Eloise's fangs into the neck of one of the hunters who had just been killed, ordering her to drink. Eloise was happy to oblige-it was the first time that she had ever tasted human blood, and by god, it was [i]wonderful[/i]. As the blood filled her mouth, Eloise dimly registered who it was that she was drinking from. 

His name was Lawrence. He had been one of the hunters who had met her at the airport, and though he seemed quiet and nondescript, he had a nasty temper. The first week, Eloise had made the mistake of timidly requesting some blood after she'd fainted for the fifth time from hunger and exhaustion. Lawrence had backhanded her across the face so hard that Eloise had fallen to the ground before coldly informing her that, since she belonged to the Covenant, she would eat when they said she could, sleep when they said she could, and speak when they said she could-and [i]only[/i] when they said she could. He'd shocked her then, for good measure, and Eloise had whimpered as silent tears began to leak from her eyes, because she was scared that if she screamed, Lawrence would only hurt her more.

With that thought in mind, Eloise drank even faster.

When all the blood was gone, Eloise wiped her mouth with the fabric of the hoodie covering her shoulder (seeing as her hands were inaccessible) before looking up, slightly bewildered. She felt...full. It was an unusual sensation.

Hank was marching towards a vehicle, while the other vampire looked on with one remaining eye. The missing eye seemed to be...smoking? Eloise looked down at her midsection. Though the hoodie was soaked with blood, the pain was gone.

"M-miss?" She stammered, turning to the parasol-twirling vampire. "Would you like me to-to...." Eloise trailed off, twisting her arms so that her hands were visible, silver sparks playing around her skeletal fingers. The sun beat down on her mercilessly, and Eloise looked at the ground so that her eyes were mostly away from the light.

Just then, Eloise picked up a familiar voice-it was Vladimir, otherwise known as Vlad, a half-vampire, half-werewolf hybrid who was also associated with the Covenant. Eloise had only ever seen him once or twice, though sometimes she picked up snippets of conversation about him. She was honestly surprised that he even recognized her face.

"You look terrible," he said quietly. Eloise looked up, but he was gone before she could reply, asking Hank and the other vampire how the hunters had died. Hank, still marching towards his car, answered Vlad-and every word that came out of his mouth was false, of course. Eloise simply stared at the exchange, wide-eyed but making no comment whatsoever. As a general rule, Eloise did not speak unless spoken to; that was how her sire and her Covenant masters preferred it. Though, Eloise realized with a start, if the Covenant ever found her after this...incident, they would be [i]very[/i] displeased. A sliver of fear shot through her, and Eloise glanced away. She was suddenly very, very afraid.

What was going to happen to her?