Chapter 3- Recovering

Trying to read the newspaper was fruitless, since I had no idea what they were saying and they had no pictures.

Maybe I could figure it all out, if I had any sort of help.

Slayers aren't well known for their intelligence, that's why we have watchers.

We fight, and they think.

Of course it probably doesn't help that I'm exhausted. Mentally and physically.

I guess time travel and crawling out of a grave really slows a person down, especially with no food.

I might just need to lie down, the cold cement did nothing for me, but at least it was near the stairwell and sunlight was shining down on me.

Its relief that there is no one bothering me, I can't say I would be at all very talkative.

The last thought I had before I shut my eyes was, how strange it is that I didn't even feel cold?

Waking up for third time, I found that the sunlight was gone. It must be night, I got up feeling dizzy.

For some reason I wanted to go back to sleep. But I realized how thirsty I had become, during this whole time I had forgotten to drink.

I don't think people can go without drinking for like 24 hours, how long had I been awake for?

How long had I been underneath the ground, what was giving me water down there?

Now that I thought about it, besides the thirst and hunger, I felt different too.

As if something was gone from me, I could feel the hunger and thirst. But somehow seemed less dire.

I felt numb.

I tried looking at my legs and arms; nothing seemed different, it just felt different, like something was off.

Maybe I should try and hit my hand, surely I could still feel pain?

I hit it, it did hurt, but not in the same way, as if the pain was muffled. I hit it again, this time harder.

Barely anything.

Again.

Nothing.

Again.

Nothing, and then I heard something crack.

Oh, great broken hand, how am I going to mend it?

What should have concerned me was the pain, why then, did I only care about fixing it?

What happened to me?

The fear was what hit me next.

The paralyzing fear, forget about water, forget about food, what type of human was I if I could break my own hand and only feel a slight pain? No worse really than stubbing your toe.

I don't think humans can sleep in crypts and not be cold.

I couldn't be a vampire, my heart was beating, I could hear it.

I have to still be human if my heart was beating.

I'm just a slayer, slayers were always a bit more advanced, I just have less feeling than I used to.

No need to worry.

Why did I feel as if something was terribly wrong with me?

I can't worry about that now, I need to just calm down.

I'll worry about getting water, that is a perfectly human thing to worry about.

Should be safe to go out.

There won't be anybody up let alone be in a cemetery.

I started to go back up the stairs, the moon was still full and bright like last night.

It seemed as if my vision had gotten better too, so that was an upside.

Now that I could see clearly, I noticed that nothing was around this cemetery, besides a street which I had already went down.

I didn't like the idea of going back down there.

I didn't know this town, but I had no idea where else to go.

At least I could try and get some nuts, maybe try and find some cloth for a sling?

I started walking down the same street, seeing no one around, I felt a bit safer.

I spotted the same tree, and the stone had landed right by its trunk, how convenient.

Shaking some of the branches, I felt and saw some of the nuts fall to the ground.

Hopefully they won't kill me.

Taking the rock and cracking open a few, I realized that these were actually pecans.

Wonderful, was the only thing I could think about as I stuffed myself with at least a dozen of them.

Now for a sling, I looked back at the trash.

Nothing in there.

Seeing that no one was in the streets I decided to take a chance and walk down it.

It must have been late, there were no lights on, no people.

Silence.

Waking through a small town looking for a piece of cloth for a sling, just made me feel even more out of place.

No friends, no family, I am utterly alone.

Unless I can find some sort of wormhole, time machine, or a witch, there was no way I could contact them.

My choices were slim to none especially, since I did not speak the language here, where would I go?

I need to find someone who can speak English at least.

To do that I need to get a cover story, and I need to try to fix myself up, and blend in a bit.

Surely these people won't think it too strange to have a visitor, as long as I don't look quite so modern.

Great now, I need to find clothes on top of everything else.

Slowing down I saw a well near the side of an old building, complete with an old time bucket.

Cool, finally something I can drink from.

Turns out well water was partially green, but other than that, it tasted pretty damn good.

I found some old tin cans, which I filled with water.

Now, I could take some water back with me, I just needed to find some sort of cloth, maybe even clothing?

Looking around, there was nothing, so I decided water was enough for now.

Walking back down the street my broken hand could barely grip anything.

It still disturbed me how I didn't feel the pain, but decided to focus on getting back to the crypt instead.

As I was passing by another crypt I noticed the candles were on. Lit up, I realized someone must have died recently.

Not seeing anyone on guard, I decided to see for myself, maybe I could use the fire from the candle and burn my own.

Not being a girl scout had some downsides, I suppose.

Going inside of this crypt, I realized it did not lead downstairs like mine did, however it was bigger.

The large coffin however took up most of the room.

I wonder who died?

Stealing a peek wouldn't hurt, its not like I didn't just crawl out of a grave the day before.

Opening it, I realized it was a young girl, and there on her neck were two perfect fang marks.