Explanation of Chap. 2: Excerpt from Terry's Journal (assuming he has one)
leading into our next scene.
"I am the Offspring of Nosferatu"
"We always thought her weird. She was tall and sinewy with this long, shiny black hair that she kept down. She had black eyes and pale skin, and was what people called 'Goth' in the 20th century. Funny how we thought she alienated herself from us, but the truth was, we never took the time to get to know her. Heck, we didn't even try to learn her name. We just called her by the name of the book she was reading at the time. Sometimes it was Les Miserables. Another time it was Rosie, in the Present Tense. The latest one had been The Golden Compass. Must have hurt to be her. She really didn't eat, either. We teased her about that, too. In a whole year of her being at school, I never heard her talk. Not even in drama class."
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Bruce Wayne awoke from his dead faint, to see Ace above him whining. As he sat up, the dog dashed over to a spot by the batmobile, and back, as if trying to get Bruce over to the vehicle. Fighting a wave of dizziness, he walked over to the machine, cautiously, remembering the night before. Somehow, he thought it was just a dream, though. That thought was quickly shoved out of his mind at the sight of the figure, huddled on the other side of the batmobile.
"Terry? Terry, is that you?" The figure nodded, and huddled closer. "Are you all right? Come on. Let's get off the cold floor here." He said, gripping the boy's arm to pull him up.
"No! Get away! Please, I don't want to hurt you, really."
"Terry, you won't hurt me. I promise."
"You don't understand. You really don't. I tried to help you last night, when you fainted. I got close, and something almost possessed me. I wanted your blood. So I ran."
"Well, let's go upstairs, at least. You need to get some proper sleep. You look pale." Terry nodded, and followed Bruce up to a guest room.
~~
Terry didn't sleep well. It was a fitful sleep, where he sweat, shivered, and whimpered through his dreams. Bruce Wayne came up to check on him, only to find him like that in the bed. He touched the boy's forehead. It was cold like ice. Then the doorbell rang. Ace barked, growled, and did what any dog would do, faced with the situation. When the door was answered, a small girl, with strait black shiny hair, dark eyes, and pale skin stood on the doorstep. She was dressed in mostly black, and held a book in one hand.
"Mr. Wayne, I believe you have a vampire in your residence."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, an undead. A vampire. Very simply said, sir."
"Won't you come in miss, what did you say your name was?"
"My name is Raven, Raven Plemmel."
~~
Author's note: Plemmel is my late grandmother's maiden name, in case you were wondering.
"I am the Offspring of Nosferatu"
"We always thought her weird. She was tall and sinewy with this long, shiny black hair that she kept down. She had black eyes and pale skin, and was what people called 'Goth' in the 20th century. Funny how we thought she alienated herself from us, but the truth was, we never took the time to get to know her. Heck, we didn't even try to learn her name. We just called her by the name of the book she was reading at the time. Sometimes it was Les Miserables. Another time it was Rosie, in the Present Tense. The latest one had been The Golden Compass. Must have hurt to be her. She really didn't eat, either. We teased her about that, too. In a whole year of her being at school, I never heard her talk. Not even in drama class."
~~
Bruce Wayne awoke from his dead faint, to see Ace above him whining. As he sat up, the dog dashed over to a spot by the batmobile, and back, as if trying to get Bruce over to the vehicle. Fighting a wave of dizziness, he walked over to the machine, cautiously, remembering the night before. Somehow, he thought it was just a dream, though. That thought was quickly shoved out of his mind at the sight of the figure, huddled on the other side of the batmobile.
"Terry? Terry, is that you?" The figure nodded, and huddled closer. "Are you all right? Come on. Let's get off the cold floor here." He said, gripping the boy's arm to pull him up.
"No! Get away! Please, I don't want to hurt you, really."
"Terry, you won't hurt me. I promise."
"You don't understand. You really don't. I tried to help you last night, when you fainted. I got close, and something almost possessed me. I wanted your blood. So I ran."
"Well, let's go upstairs, at least. You need to get some proper sleep. You look pale." Terry nodded, and followed Bruce up to a guest room.
~~
Terry didn't sleep well. It was a fitful sleep, where he sweat, shivered, and whimpered through his dreams. Bruce Wayne came up to check on him, only to find him like that in the bed. He touched the boy's forehead. It was cold like ice. Then the doorbell rang. Ace barked, growled, and did what any dog would do, faced with the situation. When the door was answered, a small girl, with strait black shiny hair, dark eyes, and pale skin stood on the doorstep. She was dressed in mostly black, and held a book in one hand.
"Mr. Wayne, I believe you have a vampire in your residence."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, an undead. A vampire. Very simply said, sir."
"Won't you come in miss, what did you say your name was?"
"My name is Raven, Raven Plemmel."
~~
Author's note: Plemmel is my late grandmother's maiden name, in case you were wondering.