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Character Portrait: Angiluzza Maniscalco Character Portrait: Garth
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She had convinced herself that she was becoming paranoid. For just over one week she had been hearing things. Feelings eyes upon her as though someone were following her. And here again! She cursed herself inwardly and let down her bow. It was probably just a rabbit. She knew this forest like the back of her hand and there was nobody else around for miles. Sighing, she slung her bow over her back and put her arrow back in its place. Just as she was about to bend over and start skinning the bear, everything went dark. She didn't even feel the throbbing on the back of her head.

“Mama...?” Angiluzza opened her eyes and saw standing over her was her mother. Just beyond her mother was her father. Tears welled up in her eyes and she choked back a sob. “Io sono morto!” Way to state the obvious. Her mother shook her head with an endearing smile. “Ma si deve tornare indietro. T'is non è il tuo tempo.” Angiluzza shook her head furiously. “Non capisco! Cosa vuoi dire ...?” But that was all. She didn't even get to hug her. Didn't get to speak to her father. She found herself jerked back to....Where was she going...?

Her eyes snapped open and she let out a blood curdling scream as her entire body felt as though someone had lit a fire deep within the pits of her soul. She curled up against the nearest solid thing which happened to feel like someone's legs. She had never shed a tear in pain her entire life. She refused to do so, for doing so was a loss and she didn't plan on shedding any now. Grasping onto the unknown person's legs, she dug her nails in as deep as she could, as though doing so would alleviate her pain. She screamed again and again through clenched teeth, sobbing with dry eyes. It went on and on and on and on. Until finally...It stopped.

It was as though it was never there. She felt so full of life and energy like when she was a child. She released her grip and opened her eyes wide, shaking. She was so confused with what was going on. But she felt so great! She didn't even bother to look up and see who or what she was clinging to, she just sat there in a daze, crossing her arms over her chest. “Così fame ... Ho tanta fame ... Che sta succedendo? Dove sono? Che cosa è successo ...? Ho fame. Starving. Affamato. Così energetico. Sono così confusa. Ho fame.” Her voice was soft as she stared off into the forest, resting her head on...whatever it was. She would twitch at every sound that she heard. Sounds she never heard before. She grimaced at the scents that wafted under her newly sensitive nose. She was blinking rapidly to make sense of her new sight. What was going on?

He crouched a little, enough to be able to watch her as he ran a hand down her hair and back again and again, hoping at least those movements would be a little helpful. He sincerely doubted it, however. "Shh," he murmured as sobs raked her body, the pain unbearable. He remembered it clearly himself, but then, he had had a shitty maker. Before long, the pain ended and the female went still, her arms letting go of his legs before she began trembling in the aftermath, her nerves finally getting to relax after intense activity. Something like this would have left a human unconscious with fatigue. She was a vampire now, however, and vampire could withstand a whole lot more.

He let himself move further into his crouch, leveling himself with her to some extent and he gave her a tentative smile, murmuring in Italian, "I know." Then he took her hands gently and helped her up. After all, her new senses would be confusing to her for a little while until she got the hang of everything. He spoke then, having completely switched to her mother language. "You'll get used to it, I promise."

He paused before continuing, his words calm as he didn't wish to frighten her or throw her into a panic. "You're still in the forest, where I turned you. You're... a creature of myth now. A vampyr. Do you know what that means?" He asked the question as he looked into her eyes, curious to see what she might have heard of her new species, considering the concept of vampirism wasn't yet too known to humans. "Vampyr" was the term they used to describe themselves. There was no easy way to break this to her, so he'd opted for the truth. He could easily catch her if she ran, so he wasn't all that worried.

There was a man's voice. She had heard him through her screaming. What was he saying now? She was a what?! Was he insane? She glared up at him, ready to launch into a tirade about...something. She didn't know. She was just...confused. But when she looked upon his face, she blinked slowly, her baby blues holding a new sort of glow. He was...highly attractive. But he was a man. Her temper spiked and she immediately assumed an aggressive attitude.

She felt her lips pull back over her teeth and literally heard her fangs slide out as her face contorted and she hissed at the man. “Chi sei?” She immediately demanded his identity and scrambled away from him. Her face was red as she realized that she had been clinging to him for dear life the whole time. Angiluzza didn't trust him because he was a man.

The only man that was ever kind to her was her father.

This man could be no different.

His next words surprised her. Did he just say vampire? Okay. So she was stuck in the middle of the forest with a psycho who believed himself to be a vampire and apparently she was one too. The only explanation was that she was drunk. That explained her energy - She got hyper when drunk. Yeah, that's what it was. There was no way she was an undead creature of the night.

Except, she had no alcohol.

She shook her head and instantly thought to flee. She gripped her dagger and threw it, aiming at his head. She didn't even realize how fast her reflexes were. High on adrenaline, she ran. She picked herself up and ran. She didn't even know or care where she was headed. She didn't notice at first how fast she was going. She began to slow down as it all sank in.

He was a vampire.

Really.

And...now she was too.

She was immortal! She was stronger and faster than ever. She would never go hungry again.

Hunger forgotten, she brimmed with strange joy at the thoughts. She let out a celebratory whoop and almost forgot about the handsome man she left behind and took off running again. She wasn't running from him - She was just running. She leapt over fallen trees and slid under some. She jumped onto a tree and scaled it with ease. All the way to the top. She leapt from tree top to tree top with acrobatic grace honed by nature. She could hear the river nearby as she circled back.

She made her way to it and leapt in head first. She came up, tossing her hair back with a laugh. She had never felt so alive. Which was funny to her because she was dead. She giggled at her joke as she swam to shore. She wrung her hair out, glancing at the water. What she saw made her frown. The moon lit up the sky and the water, allowing her to see her reflection. She gingerly brushed her fingertips over her scarred shoulders. Her legs. She removed her bandages and inspected her body.

She would be scarred forever...but vampires were supposed to be alluring and mystical and beautiful. At least that's how her mother always told her. She dropped to her knees and slumped her shoulders. She could never get rid of the scars. The burns. The brands. She was forever marked. As property. And as a hunter. A warrior. But she wanted to be someone else!

She sighed, the joy subsiding as she stared at her reflection, ignoring the aching hunger. She was again confused, hungry, and angry. She was exhausted and barely able to think straight.


Angel lost herself in a memory as his arms wrapped around her. A light smile etched itself across her lips as she gave a sigh. “Dove...Dove andiamo da qui?” She wasn't sure if her outburst would create an awkward tension between the two and she really didn't want it to.