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A/N- What better what to start off a story than with a suspenseful chapter?

Whoever knew someone like her would exist?

I honestly thought everyone else was pulling my leg when they said they found one. I thought these things were supposed to have died out two hundred years ago?

I'm more interested in the fact that they even had cryogenic chambers two hundred years ago.

Whatever the case, we have her now. All we have to do now is wait for her to wake up and complete the little obstacle course set up for her…

Voices.

Those were the first things that greeted her as she floated deep in a dreamless sleep that she'd been trapped in for longer than she could remember. She clung to those echoing sounds, using them as a beacon of sorts to pull herself from such a world. It was almost like swimming up from the depths of the ocean with something heavy weighing you down. With all her might she fought the heavy exhaustion until at last her eyes edged open. As expected, her vision was dull and cloudy, everything appearing as though in a fog. She opened and closed them several times, trying to clear her vision so that she could observe her surroundings.

The first thing she noticed was that she was laying on something comfortable and soft, more than likely a bed. Her hands moved a bit, feeling the intricate designs of the comforter underneath her. She chanced to move her head though everything was still foggy. How long had she been asleep?

As her head rolled to the right, she noticed something strange about her arm. Raising her head slowly as a confused sound wormed its way from her scratchy throat, she realized it to be a cannula connected to a tube which contained a crimson fluid. Her eyes followed the plastic tubing upwards until it ended with a bag hanging from a metal hook attached to the wall just about the headboard of what she knew know to be a bed. Blood, her mind whispered. It didn't strike her as odd that this contraption was stuck in her vein. For what reason, she didn't know right off the bat. Had she, perhaps, had this done several times in the past?

Her gaze turned from the blood bag to the canopy above her, noting that it was a beautiful shade of midnight blue. My favorite color. She turned her head to the left now, taking in the surroundings there as well. At the bedside, there was a nightstand with a lamp atop it. A quick glance to the right confirmed that there was a similar there as well. Taking a risk, she slowly eased herself up and off of the bed, careful not to jar her right arm overmuch. Wherever she was, it was a rather large and elaborate bedroom, obviously meant for a woman. There were white curtains which were open to reveal the storm raging outside the high window. Every once in a while, lightning would flash casting shadows across the large rug in the center of the room. Directly across from the bed were an armoire and a wooden door she assumed led to a bathroom.

To the right was a vanity with a large mirror as well as a strange box sitting upon it. Not far from that was a massive door that was slightly ajar, allowing a dim light from the outside to cast a long sliver which ended at the bed. Slowly, very slowly as to avoid getting up too fast, the young woman swung her legs over the side of the bed. A quick glance back up to the blood bag proved that it was completely empty and that there was no further need to be attached to it. Noticing a cotton ball and gauze wrap that she hadn't seen before sitting conveniently on the night stand, she carefully removed the cannula from her arm before applying both to the tiny wound. Once that was done, she stood up sluggishly, her legs wobbling slightly. I must have had a really good sleep. Indeed, she must have. She couldn't recall a time when she slept so deeply and soundly.

Focusing her attention back to the vanity, she gradually walked towards it, curious about the box she'd noticed earlier. It should have taken a few steps to get there, but when her head starting swimming, she realized that it wasn't going to be as easy as she thought. Fighting through the dizziness, she made it to the vanity, grabbing hold of it to steady herself. Closing her eyes for a few minutes and then opening them, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror for the first time in what felt like forever.

In all truths, she didn't think she looked that bad; her face was pale, too pale to some. Her features were delicate, almost aristocratic with a tiny nose and full dusky pink lips. Long mahogany red hair which was pulled halfway back fell over her small shoulders, reaching just beneath her ribcage. Her clothing which hugged her lithe but strong frame was a simple blue shirt with a short black jacket, black pants, and black boots. Most enchanting of all, however, was not her appearance, but rather her almond shaped eyes which were as crimson as blood.

At least, I don't look as bad as I feel, she thought, turning her attention down to the box before her. Small hands with shell pink nails ran over the top, noting it to be made of wood with a top that simply rose up from the base. Doing so, she gasped as she saw the contents inside. There, lying amongst black velvet, were two handguns, twenty-two calibers by the looks of them. Running her fingertips along them revealed that there were words etched into the metal; one read Ying and the other Yang. A small smile graced her lips as her foggy memory cleared long enough for her to realize that these guns were her own.

'Hello angels," she began. 'I've missed you." Looking down at her beltline, she noticed two gun holsters empty and ready to accept her twin pistols. Placing both guns on either side, she looked back in the box to see a folded piece of paper sticking out from where the firearms had been. Plucking it out and opening it, she realized it to be a note addressed to seemingly to her.

Miss Dashara,

I apologize for the manner which we speak for the first time, but I feel this is most appropriate for the time being. As you no doubt have realized, you have been given a blood transfusion to cure you of your anemia for the time being. However, you will be required to have monthly transfusions from this point on until your full strength has returned.

She stopped for a moment, blinking several times. Anemia? Since when had she had anemia? She kept reading.

Before such a time, however, I'm sure you have many questions such as where you are and how you came here. (Indeed, she thought) In order to receive the answers to such questions, I fear that you must first fight your way to me.

Once you exit your door, you will be faced with the challenge of destroying the creatures which will try to, regrettably, kill you. Should rumor prove true, they should be no challenge to someone with your talents and skills.

Should you succeed, you will have the answers you seek. Fail, and it will have been a pity to have lost you. I wish you all the best.

Sincerely,

OS

She read and re-read the letter over and over again. Slowly, her eyes wandered up until she was gazing at her reflection. She didn't outright admit, but a sinking feeling in her stomach was very quickly threatening to overwhelm her. Her gaze turned to the door which was slightly ajar. What manner of creatures was this man (she assumed the author of said letter was male anyways) referring to? And why was she being expected to fight them to, what she didn't want to think but had a feeling was, the death?

She was snapped out of her thoughts, however, by the sounds of something groaning just outside the door as well as feet being drug on a stone surface. Instinctively, she grabbed her guns and pointed them at the door, her breath quickening in anticipation of what was coming her way. Slowly, very slowly, the door creaked open and the owner of the dragging sounds came into view. Her eyes opened wide in shock as she stared at what stood before her.

What was once a human man was now a creature with pallid skin and milky eyes. Some parts of his flesh were falling off and his tattered clothing was barely hanging on to him. A groan came from his parted mouth, his hands reaching out once he caught sight of her, deliberately heading her way.

'Stop right there!" She called out in a threatening voice. 'Not a step closer!" The creature paid her no heed, only continued at a snail's pace towards her. 'I said stop!" She cocked her guns, hoping that would be enough to deter the monster. When that had no effect, she open fired. Two rounds hit the creature's shoulders, another scored a direct hit in his chest, but still it kept coming closer. Without thinking about it, she fired another round, this time hitting his head. Once the bullet exited its cranium, the monster stopped in its tracks and fell to the floor, blood pooling out from the wounds. Her breath tore in and out of her lungs as she lowered her arms and backed away from the creature.

'What the hell is going on?" she said, trying to get her breathing and shuddering under control. Keen ears picked up the sounds of more approaching creatures. Whatever this thing was, more of the same were no doubt coming. Realizing that she was a sitting duck inside the room, she opted to heed the advice of the letter and fight her way to wherever the author was waiting for her. Steeling herself, she walked with a purpose to the now completely open door. You can do this, her mind encouraged her. You'll be alright as long as you watch your ass like a hawk. Adrenaline kicked in as she took a deep breath and passed over the threshold, checking the right side of the massive hallway first, and then turning to the left when she saw nothing.

On this side, however, there was a multitude of decomposing men and women, all of them heading towards her. The head, she reminded herself. Take out the head. It's the only way to stop them. Raising her guns once more, she said a quick prayer to whoever was watching over her to keep her safe before breaking into a run.

The creatures which were closest to her were taken out with a bullet to the head. Those were the ones that went down without a fight. Others which had a red pigment to their skin instead ran towards her, forcing the red-haired woman to dodge them as best as she could. Jumping over the fallen bodies and shooting everything that moved, it didn't take her very long to get to the end of the hall where it divided off into two different directions, both of which were infested with more of the undead.

Opting for the right, she continued on her way without much a problem. A smile came to her face despite the situation; she was going to make it after all! Right as she said that, however, she became aware that she was being watched from behind. Turning around quickly, she narrowly avoided a massive green creature with equally large, but incredibly sharp looking claws.

'What the hell?" She cried as said creature turned around and shrieked viciously at her, exposing its razor sharp teeth. Appearance wise, it reminded her of a crocodile with scaly skin and reptilian yellow eyes. Whatever the hell it is, it's obviously not friendly. Firing a few rounds at it, however, clued her in that this was not going to be as easy a kill as the creatures before. Not to be deterred, the red eyed girl continued firing her guns at the creature, making sure to keep adequate distance between her and it. When every round seemed to make it angrier, the young woman quickly backpedaled until she was running from it.

It's not worth wasting your ammo on, she thought as she ran, not caring where she was going as long as that thing got away from her. But with every bit of speed she possessed, the creature was able to match it almost perfectly, getting closer and closer with every step that she took. After a while, however, it felt like she was just running in circles, not even sure where she was running anymore. Strangely enough, the creature had gone eerily silent…

The woman stopped and turned to see where it had gone, not realizing her mistake until it was too late to do anything. Without warning, the creature pounced upon her, the force of which knocking her onto her back hard. Julianna cried out in pain, quickly bringing up an arm to keep the creature's deadly jaws as far from her as possible. Looking for her guns, her red eyes noticed that they had been knocked too far from her hands. The terrifying shrieks from the reptilian monster on top of her threatened to burst her eardrums, those sharp teeth getting closer and closer…

Gunshots suddenly rang out, and the monster suddenly went deathly quiet and still as it rolled off and to the side of her. The smell of its blood in the air threatened to make her gag as she staggered to her feet, looking around to find out where the shots had been fired from. Seeing no one, much less any evidence that someone had been there, she stooped down to pick up her guns before holstering them and leaning up against the wall, breathing hard. Really, this was all too much; first she woke up in a place she didn't recognize with a cannula in her arm, found a box with her guns and a letter which told her she had anemia among other things, and then fought her way through what she assumed to be zombies while almost getting herself killed by some crocodile on two legs. How could things get any worse?

'What the fuck is going on?" she cursed under her breath, leaning back her head and closing her eyes for several minutes to stop her racing heart. Once she'd felt she had calmed down significantly, she opened her eyes and reassessed her new surroundings. Apparently she'd found herself in yet another hall, but this time with two double doors right in front of her. Where they led, she didn't know, but she didn't appear to have another choice besides going through as there were no other doors in the near vicinity. Deciding to take her chances, she pushed off the wall and walked cautiously towards them.

Just as she reached her hand to open the door, she stopped short. Strange… were those voices on the other side? She furrowed her brow and pressed her ear a little closer to the door. Sure enough, without much effort, she was able to hear two male voices on the other side. By the sounds of it, one was old, late sixties to early seventies. The second was more than likely late thirties or early forties. She wasn't sure what they were going on about since she missed the first part of the conversation, but nonetheless, she was able to hear what she believed was the conclusion of such.

'…impressive skills for a woman, though I'd expect nothing less from someone of her lineage."

'You're absolutely sure she has it?"

'More than positive. Creatures of her type are special; they carry both the strain which causes immortality and the strain that will kill in a matter of moments. It's just a matter of extracting the latter."

'…I see."

She took a step back after that. Creature of her type? Strains that kill and others that cause longevity? Extraction? Just what was all this about? She returned to her previous position by the door.

'It's just a matter of time now before she reaches us. Then we will see just how much she remembers."

'And if she doesn't?"

'There are more ways than one to jump start a person's memory. Two hundred years in a cryogenic sleep are more than enough time to wipe a memory."

'Why is it that I get the sense that this will take more work than it should?"

'We will have what we need in good time. All in good time."

Things got quiet after that, alerting the mahogany haired girl that the conversation indeed had finished. Her hand went out to the door knob again before stopping short. She didn't know why, but there was a sinking feeling in her gut that this wasn't a good idea. Every fiber of her being was telling her to turn around and leave this place. And go where? You don't even know where you are, much less where you can go! That was a very good point. She inhaled and then exhaled through her nose, completely at a loss at what she should do.

After a few more moments of hesitation, she steeled herself and took hold of both door knobs. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Without wasting another moment, she turned the handles at the same time and pushed them open, walking over the threshold against her better judgment. Her breath was taken away at the sight of thousands upon thousands of books contained in glass cases all along the circular room, cases which ended at the big windows directly across from where she was standing. She had never seen a collection of books this big, not in her life. The curious nature which thirsted for knowledge that she possessed was suddenly itching to read, even if it was just one line. To touch one of them would pleasurable, but to have access to them would be absolute heaven! So engrossed in the sights around her that she never noticed the two figures who were watching her take in her surroundings until one of them spoke:

'Hello, Julianna Dashara. We've been expecting you."