She managed to stay awake until 7 o'clock, remembering from some dim and distant first aid class that you shouldn't sleep for several hours after a bad head wound. Although it wasn't really a wound... But she was pretty sure 'wound' covered heavy bumps as well. Then again she probably should have just gone to the hospital but that would have meant leaving the house, something she didn't feel quite comfortable with. Not yet. She wasn't sure it wouldn't just disappear if she left it.

She spent the day trying to rationalise what had happened, trying to explain it. However the results of her mental calculations were inconclusive and so, with a heavy heart, a heavy head and a hot water bottle she trudged up to her new room and lay down. She felt groggy and slightly dizzy a result no doubt from a combination of hysterical fear and the stress of the previous few days. It took her no time at all to get to sleep, and she slid deep into unconsciousness, into the kind of slumber where if you stay still when you awake you will feel utterly refreshed and revitalised, ready to start the next day. However, if you moved you would find yourself tossed into a world of nightmares, and, unfortunately for her, the seemingly inexhaustible bad luck that had followed her all day strayed into her dreams.

"Murderer..." The man who's name she did not know, who had her back to her, hissed advancing towards the vampyre. Said creature got a look of fear in its eyes.
"I-It was an accident..."
"MUDERER!" He grabbed a stake that his comrade had dropped raising it above his head.

FLASH

"What is your name demon?" The vampyre did not speak. "ANSWER ME!" The man struck him with the stake causing the vampyre to yell. He panted heavily in pain before looking up with dull red eyes. "I will give you a fate worse than death."

FLASH

"NO! NO, DO NOT!" Once again the man smirked evilly. "Do not do this! It was an accident!"
"You will pay."
"NO!" The vampyre begged and pleaded for mercy, and the mans grin did not shift. Others returned with a wooden coffin and 5 stakes.

FLASH

Vampyre screamed in torment as man hammered a stake into each shoulder and thigh, then one into his hands that were pinned over his head and the final one, that he had hit the vampyre with, into his feet, pinning him into the coffin. There was too much pain for the vampyre to cry, but still venom fell from his eyes in excruciating pain. He could only shriek as they put the coffin lid on, and the earth was parted, the casket was lowered and the earth closed over it again.
"Die." Man whispered. "Actually, do not. Live for eternity in agony." He took a torch, and set it to the earth making the freshly shifted ground set alight, sealing the ritual.

She was there, all the time watching. Watching, or trying to stop it. Screaming at the men there, slapping them punching them. She didn't know why, part of her deep down laughed at the creatures pain, burned with the desire to join in, to attack a demon so evil... But another much stronger part of her called for justice, that this was wrong. Nothing, no matter what it may or may not be deserved such treatment. So she fought for him, for the man known as Vincent Valentine, and even though it did nothing she battled on, when he was buried digging at the earth with her hands until her fingers bled, tears streaming from her eyes stemming from feelings of anger and uselessness... She jumped up furious and turned to the man who had done this, who had committed this atrocious act and drew her fist back to slam it into his laughing face...

She froze. It was like looking into a photograph of someone she knew, a family member, but couldn't place. The eyes... The eyes were just like hers. Hazel, blue green and brown with a dash of silver through the right side of the iris... He looked eerily like her father... Like herself. Then she was plunging backwards, chains enclosing around her. She screamed in fright trying to escape, battle for her life but the manacles dragged her deeper. She passed through layers and layers of soil and earth, into molten fire where tortured souls and monsters screamed at her and clawed, held back by their own bindings. She turned her head to the side...
And he was there. The vision from before, the man in her hall. Bloodstained, torn, battered and broken. Now she could see. It was the vampyre from before, the one who had been imprisoned... His eyes were closed and there were three blood stained finger streaks across his cheekbone, exactly where hers had been before. Then his eyes opened and stared at her, glowing blood red tearing her apart from the inside sending agony shooting through her. His mouth opened wide, screaming at her and she closed her eyes tightly in anticipation, waiting for his attack. But from that wide pained mouth came only soft, hoarsely spoken words.
"Help... Me... Mer...Cy...Mercy..." Then just as she opened her eyes it screamed. "MERCY!" The coffin came to a stop suddenly in a room she'd never seen but she knew immediately. In front of her was a huge version of the tiny symbol that had been on the door frame... It was the room behind the door. Leaning against the wall was a rusted spade, that was calling to her in the same way the vampyre had. "Save me... Help me... Mercy..."
She shot awake trembling all over and panting heavily. A light sheen of sweat covered her skin and she curled up on herself pressing her forehead into her knees, trying to stop the trembling. She'd never been so scared in all her life... But now she knew what she needed to do. If she didn't this house and whatever spirit resided her would ever leave her alone. She shuddered at the thought but reached for her dressing gown pulling it on. She needed to get in that room, and dig. She'd probably find nothing, but if she didn't then she could rest easy and this poltergeist could stop tormenting her. If she did find something then she could call the police and have the vampyre avenged. She slid into her slippers as well before picking up her heavy duty torch. She'd learnt her lesson, no more romanticism. Before walking slowly from the room in the dead of night to go and dig up a member of the un-dead. 'I must be absolutely insane...'