AN: Just so you know, I'd like to mention that Karen's story on FanFiction is going to be much jumbled, but that's the way its coming. And thank you my two reviewers, I'm not emo, but I am a generally sad person.
This is set in Karen's future, and Camarilla is a demon that has to feed off of a person's soul to live, or really maintain her demon figure, or she is stuck in spirit form until one of her "siblings" can share blood or life-force with her. Karen is her "sibling" and a Halfling.
On with it!
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It was well into night, and Karen was pacing back and forth in the darkness of her bathroom. Her clothes were soaked with sweat, and her flushed cheeks stood out on her pale, yellow skin. Now was the time to kill, now was the time for Karen to give into the demon she hid so well. She continued pacing, tense with frustration, now.
The house creaked and sighed as the night wore on. Time was wasting away slowly, and Karen's need was unbearably strong—and growing stronger still. Stopping for a moment, she was unsure. Inside her head, she was she was torn between satiating her thirst, her hunger, and perhaps risking capture and punishment. Or she could wait it out, until it came back another night.
She would wait it out, her hunger gently throbbing like a living thing.
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Camarilla sat by her sister's grave, which was not far from her own. There was never much to do, and this night was no different from the others. What little there was to do was temporarily banned, now that the Catholic Church decided to vanquish all evil, as in previous centuries. They never did succeed, as they were not far from evil themselves with all the lies they threw around.
With a longing sigh, she pranced lightly to her own grave, and sat down, leaning heavily on the tombstone. Memories from her previous life slowly surfaced after lying dormant for so long. The memories were usually an annoyance, as she disliked her human life. Yet tonight she let them come, wondering just what was so petty about them. Nothing, she thought giddily, nothing at all.
She remembered now, one of the many times she and her sister would play chase in their small home as children. An infant's meaningless smile was drawn on her otherwise adult like face. The memory was good.
An hour or so had passed, and Camarilla's spirit form was turning to her demon form. Her mind had played tricks on her tonight. The memories she had experienced had turned feral and adrenaline pumped. Just as Karen, the need was upon her, only much stronger and more developed, as she was not a Halfling like Karen. It was time to pay one of her victims a visit.
She closed the distance from her grave to the cemetery gates quickly, her walk breathtakingly graceful. The dress she wore was as white as the whites of her eyes, and billowed in an unknown wind. Never slowing her pace, she took a rock from the ground and thrust it against the lock that held the gates closed. The lock broke cleanly, and she pushed against the gates that groaned in protest. Once open, she ran out like a crazed animal.
All traces of the beauty she processed moments before had disappeared and were replaced by something cruel and mindless. Her run was fueled on raw energy, stolen from her core. It made her fast, much faster than any human any human could ever hope to be. Bit it wouldn't last if she didn't feed soon.
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AN: I'm working on making a climax, so if this really makes you want to know what's going to happen next, please read & review!