Molly wakes up slowly, her cheek against the cold, dark pavement. It's the middle of the night and the moon is glowing brightly. Her head is throbbing, her neck and shoulders killed, and her vision is a bit blurred for a moment. She groans and sits up against a brick wall, realizing that she is in an alley. Looking down, she sees blood all over her shirt, gasping and immediately beginning to panic.
Was she bleeding? What happened? Had she been attacked? The last thing she remembered was working late at Bart's. It was Halloween, and everyone else had taken the night off to attend the Halloween Party that Bart's threw for staff at the nearest hotel. She went last year, and it wasn't very fascinating, she may as well have gotten overtime money. When she finally finished and went to the garage, trying to turn her car on, she had realized her battery was dead and decided to walk home. It wasn't too far, plus, for autumn it was a nice night; not too cold or too warm.
Molly remembers having a nice walk and then...pretty much nothing. Everything went black. The only thing she remembers just vaguely in the back of her mind was a struggle. She knows she was possibly mugged and fought off the attacker, but maybe she had hit her head. "Is that why I'm bleeding so much?", she wonders. Tears come to her eyes at the thought of what could have happened to her, but her clothes don't seem torn or disturbed in anyway. The only concerning thing about this is the fact that her shirt is covered in blood. "I have to get home", she murmurs and sniffles, pulling herself up. Molly finds it concerning that, for a mugging, her purse was still next to her and the contents were left unaltered. Maybe something had scared them off.
She grabs her purse and makes her way towards her home. Reaching into her pocket, she pulls out her cell phone and checks the time. "1:02am". Molly had lost three hours. Three hours that she was knocked out. Three hours of laying alone in an alley after something unimaginable had happened to her. Something she barely remembered happening.
Her phone has three missed calls and twenty-eight missed texts. Twenty-four of them were from Sherlock. Four of them were from Meena. The calls were from Sherlock, which is odd because he never calls, he prefers to text. Molly groans, wondering what the hell Sherlock could want. Suddenly, she is stumbling into her house, then tossing her purse and her phone onto the sofa. In her panic, she had even ignored poor Toby when he slinked around her ankles and meowed loudly. In fact, when she moved passed him, he had even hissed at her. Her sweet little kitten never hissed at anyone, let alone her. Maybe he smelled the scent of her attacker on her. Oh well...all Molly wanted right now was a shower; she wanted to be clean and forget about what could have happened to her.
Brushing her hair back, she realizes that even her brown locks are caked with blood, and pulls back her hand to see it covered in blood from where she touched her hair. Molly remembers taking her hair down after work; she had tied her ponytail a bit too tightly that day and it had given her a headache. Beginning to tremble, she looks down at her bloodied hand, tears still stinging her eyes. "What the hell happened to me?", she croaks.
Pushing her way into her bathroom, she flicks the light on with her cleaner hand and groans, the bright LED lights hurting her eyes. Molly finds herself in front of her mirror, and as she looks into it her eyes widen and she takes in the most unimaginable, horrific sight she has ever seen. She can't even fathom how gory she looks. If it weren't real, she definitely would have impressed her co-workers and won the best Halloween costume prize. But alas, this was real. Her entire upper body was caked in blood, including the whole right side of her brown tresses. Her eyes were red and bloodshot, and her skin was pale from blood loss. What she couldn't figure out is where the hell she was bleeding from.
Molly quickly strips naked and steps into her shower, letting the warm water hit her freezing body. That was odd, as Molly hadn't realized she was cold until now, but she's shuddering under the warm water. It caresses her head, face, and curves as she grabs a washcloth and begins scrubbing her skin raw, needing to be clean as she watches the blood swirl down the drain, dying the water bright red.
Before she knows it, Molly is curled up on the floor of her shower and sobbing heavily, wishing she just knew what happened to her. Wishing she could remember. Wishing her body would stop hurting, because her entire being hurts now.
Watching the last of the bloodied water trail down the curve of her breasts, the swell of her stomach, and the skin of her thighs to end up down the drain, her tears now join the flow in place of the blood. Molly can't help but feel alone and scared, not to mention unsure. Confusion takes over most of her emotion, behind the sadness, because for the life of her she just cannot figure out how she can't remember. There's no possible reason why she wouldn't be able to remember, except for the fact that she was in shock and she did lose a whole lot of blood. That leads her to wonder how she is even alive; it looks like she lost more than a liter! "Maybe some of it wasn't mine then...", she questions, a multitude of thoughts running through her head at once.
Once her skin is sufficiently wrinkled from the amount of time spent under the water, Molly hauls herself up and washes her hair, forgetting to do so before in her state of grief. Quickly getting that over with, she turns the water off and steps out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her small frame. The hot mist of the bathroom makes her dizzy, so she goes into her bedroom, rummaging through her drawers for some pajamas. Toby pads into the room and immediately halts upon seeing Molly, taking a stance, and hissing at her again. Not very frightening for his tiny size, but unnerving, nonetheless.
"Tobes, I've had a horrible day, what're you hissing at? You never hiss, what's wrong baby?" She tosses her sweats and an old t-shirt on and squats down, outstretching her hand to the small feline. Molly clicks her tongue. "C'mere Toby...here kitty. What are you so skittish for?"
Toby continues to hiss and swats at her hand, just barely missing it with his small claws. "Hey! What's going on with you huh?" Molly sighs and decides to ignore him for the time being. Maybe he will settle down and he is just sensing her nerves. Standing up again she goes over to her mirror and grabs her brush to put her hair in a more tameable braid. Moving her hair to the left side, she immediately gasps and drops her brush, covering her mouth. On the right side of her neck are two big gores, mimicking what she knows to be a vampire bite. Or at least from what she has seen on telly.
Bringing her hand up, she traces the holes in her neck and swallows hard. "No way...how can this be happening...oh God this can't be happening!" she whimpers.