Eyes opened and hazily, a woman pushed herself up from the ground, there's silence and darkness, and a thirst that she couldn't quench, despite her drinking the water from the only working sink in the loo didn't quench her thirst. She wandered aimlessly in the darkness until she spotted light coming from the crack in the window.
Even if she wanted to go to the window, something in her kept her from going near it, warning her not to go near it. She felt so cold in that warehouse, but she couldn't shed a light and bask in the warmth from the sun, because something in her won't let her.
Wandering around in the darkness, she stumbled upon an abandoned torchlight on the ground, grabbing it the woman turned it on and pulled away from the light as it nearly blinded her. Using it, the woman looked around the empty warehouse.
On her mind, she couldn't think how she ended up here, how she even got in, and why.
The only thing on her mind, this thirst, and no matter what she did, no matter how much water she drank, it never ceased. It's still there and she felt her body urgently telling her to drink.
But she didn't know what to drink if not water.
Memories, she tried to recollect them, but they started becoming blurry in her mind, no matter how much she tried, she couldn't remember anything that happened.
Barely, she remembered her name and where she was coming out of when a man stopped her and asked for her help. She worked at a bar, smelled heavily of cigarettes and drink, par course for a bar, and the man barely fit her clientele when he approached her.
Nothing registered wrong with her when he asked for help, his car broken down, and he needed help.
She tried to call for a truck, but the man convinced her not to, in his voice, his voice entranced her and beckoned her.
Couldn't control herself when she followed him and by then, she realized her mistake when he lunged at her.
She tried putting up a fight, but he overpowered her, and she felt life fleeting from her.
Here now, she couldn't remember anything that happened afterwards.
"… Lee," she murmured, hushed.
She promised to see him after he got off work that night, she was going to make him his favourite, steak and eggs, but she never did.
"… I have to find Lee," her voice monotonous, deprive of life, and she glimpsed towards a reflective sheen and approached it.
Slowly, her feet pattered against the stone ground as she walked towards the sheen and found herself looking in her reflection.
Pale skin, looked chalky, and her lips black as licorice, her eyes black as the night skies, but they weren't always black. They used to be green, like ivy, Lee always loved staring into them.
Her neck heavily bruised, blackened, sharp indentions on the side with dried blood coating it.
Was she wearing this shirt before?
It's a Depeche Mode shirt, but she never wore their shirts before.
Did she always wear this loose jacket?
Lee gave her a fitting one for her birthday.
Her jeans, matted in black substance, but she doesn't remember being on the rag.
Did she always look this way?
Her hair looked… messy.
Lee always did her hair, she was never that great with hairstyles, always let her hair do its own thing.
Helped Lee practice for his own hair and wig he wore during his job and he enjoyed gossiping with her during this time, it's one of their couple things.
She didn't understand how her hair's messy, her job's difficult, but she never dealt with any hair pulling incidents.
"… Lee?" she groggily called out.
He never answered her.
Looking aimlessly, she never found him.
As she wandered, she noticed someone slumped on the ground and went towards him, helplessly calling to him, but he never responded.
Going towards him, she found that it's a dead man and his throat torn out, caked in blood, and there's blood pooling under him.
There's something hypnotic with seeing his blood that made her unable to move away from the body and even react.
Her thirst started hurting her and made the pain unbearable.
Slowly, she knelt near his body and hypnotically drank from the blood.
Instantly, her thirst went away and her mind cleared up.
She remembered that she had a strange dream where she woke up on a medical examiner's slab and the examiner attacking her. She attacked him in self-defense and fled from the morgue.
The more she sat around, the more the dream started becoming a nightmare and she realized that she wasn't dreaming when she woke up on that slab.
That man who attacked her, he did something to her, she doesn't know what, but she couldn't help herself drinking that man's blood. It's the only thing that satiated her thirst.
She should've felt so vile from the act, but she couldn't drink anymore water, her body's against it. Blood's the only thing she can drink and she's thirsty, she drank so much blood already.
Unable to show any revulsion to the act, she sat on some milk cartons and tried to think.
"What… did I do?" Vena whispered to herself.
She tried to think, she remembered becoming so hungry after leaving that morgue, she couldn't help herself lunging after those homeless men who sat around a fire they set.
Unable to control herself, she watched as she mercilessly killed those men, drank their blood, and fled into the night.
"… Lee…" she remembered him.
He must've been worried sick about her.
She didn't call him or come home.
Vena remembered him telling her to stay safe, he looked so worried, but she told him she was fine, and gave him a kiss before she left.
"… I need… I need…" Vena murmured to herself.
Lee.. she needed to find him.
Unable to leave that dreary warehouse, Vena waited, until she smelled the air and felt the coolness of the night air.
She left the way she came in and her eyes, pitch black, reflected the moon as she disappeared into the darkness.
Vena waned to find Lee, so maybe he could've helped her, maybe even wake her up from this nightmare she's trapped in.
She wanted to wake up from it, so bad.
No matter how much she pinched herself, how little she felt her own pinch, she couldn't.
Wandering aimlessly in Montreal, she stayed away from the lights, away from the busy area.
Vena walked slowly, she'll go to their flat and wait for Lee to come home, if he wasn't already, she'll ask for help. He'll know what to do.
Jack, Jack might know how, too, he seemed to know a lot, and seen a lot.
Slowly, Vena trekked towards their flat, but as she did, she felt hungry and stopped instantly when she smelled it in the air and heard it, the sound that she couldn't ignore.
Music to her ears, she followed it, it sounded so nice to her, she needed to find it.
The smell, she smelled the rosemary, smelled so nice, like Lee's cologne.
Her body took over and she walked where she heard the sound and, in the distance,, there's somebody standing in the park.
Tall, stocky, wore weird clothes, Vena wouldn't look at him normally until her body howled with pain, hunger, she wanted to satiate her hunger so badly, to stop the pain.
Slowly, Vena walked towards him, she disappeared into the darkness, like she and it were the same, never seen by anyone, not even a torchlight.
Vena slowly stalked him as she slowly neared him, the darkness and her embodied.
He had a chocolate hair, neatly combed, part of it drooped over the side of his face, dark green eyes, and a healthy heart.
It kept beating at a steady pace, didn't know she was there, and she slowly neared him.
Her teeth bare, slowly showing her broken teeth, two spiky teeth that pushed out two of her canines, and a black tongue.
There's nothing on her mind now, only what she wanted, she wanted him, she wanted him to stop the pain and the burning fire inside her, just for a few hours.
Her arms out reached, she expected to force him down and do the same as she did the others, but someone stopped her. Another.
She heard the heart, heard something echoing, a pacemaker, and she turned her head to see a woman coming from behind him.
Flushed skin, her heart beating strong, maybe stronger than his, and Vena wracked with indecision.
She wanted the pain to stop and she tried, but alas, it'll have to hurt for a little longer, because she shrieked with pain as bright light flashed in her face, sending her backwards.
"…Get away!" Vena heard the woman say to her.
Dazed, Vena turned and tried to get away.
She stopped when she smelled something familiar, that cologne, there's only one man who'd wear it.
It's Jack and… why does he look at her, with fear in his eyes?
What did she do?
She… she was only trying to eat…
Eat a person… a person… a person…
That's wrong!
Vena wouldn't do something like that!
But… nothing else worked… she can't eat anything else.
Everything else… everything else bothered her.
It's not her fault that this is the only way she can eat!
Why is Jack here, anyway?
Why… why is he barking orders…?
Why are there men pointing guns at her.
She didn't do anything wrong!
Why's Jack doing this?
Doesn't he recognize her?
He always badgered her for her recipes.
Always tried to get Lee to tell him.
Why… why are… why are they doing this?
Vena hobbled away, afraid, couldn't understand what they're doing and she became scared.
Fled into the darkness and got away from them all, hearing their shouting.
She didn't stop running, didn't know where, wanted to get away from them, and when she stopped, she reflected.
She was going to eat that person.
That man.
She fully intended to eat him.
Drain him of his blood.
Leave him behind.
And there's nothing she can do to stop herself from doing it to someone else.
No matter how much she tried, she felt the urge strengthening, howling at her, demanding her to do the deed, and she's willing to do it.
She just wanted it to stop.
For all this to stop.
She just wants this nightmare to stop!
"Get… get away…" Vena murmured. "Get away… from me!"
