Darkness. Absolute, complete, consuming darkness.
Therese tried to scream, tried to talk, tried to walk away, to close her eyes and shut it all out. But she couldn't. Her mouth wouldn't move when she commanded it, and her eyes were perpetually open.
No, that's not right. She couldn't even feel her mouth. Or her eyes! She was...
Dead. Alone. Forgotten.
And then, a voice. Rough, Austrian accent. Old. Asking her to... What? Come back? Come back where? She was dead, wasn't she? Wasn't she supposed to be presented to some all knowing deity, witness either the pearly gates of Utopia or the flaming passage to Hell?
And then she remembered Victoria. Seeing her broken form laying upon the ground, the man with the iron hand standing above her with a bloodthirsty look on his face. Rage filled what was left of her being, and she screamed her answer.
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YES
"How would you like me to call you, girl?"
Therese's eyes opened slowly, her consciousness returning from the cold, dark confines of death. The man standing over her, who identified himself as Klaus, had a curious look about him. He wasn't ugly, not in the traditional sense, anyway. He was, however... Odd. Something about him was just not right.
"My name..." Therese began. "Therese." she croaked out. She was alive. She was alive! Maybe all that she had seen was a dream, and she had just fallen asleep or passed out somewhere.
She looked around and found the broken body she had hoped she would not see. She looked down at her hands, seeing the dried blood coat them.
Her vision blurred.
Therese screamed.
Therese tried to scream, tried to talk, tried to walk away, to close her eyes and shut it all out. But she couldn't. Her mouth wouldn't move when she commanded it, and her eyes were perpetually open.
No, that's not right. She couldn't even feel her mouth. Or her eyes! She was...
Dead. Alone. Forgotten.
And then, a voice. Rough, Austrian accent. Old. Asking her to... What? Come back? Come back where? She was dead, wasn't she? Wasn't she supposed to be presented to some all knowing deity, witness either the pearly gates of Utopia or the flaming passage to Hell?
And then she remembered Victoria. Seeing her broken form laying upon the ground, the man with the iron hand standing above her with a bloodthirsty look on his face. Rage filled what was left of her being, and she screamed her answer.
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YES
"How would you like me to call you, girl?"
Therese's eyes opened slowly, her consciousness returning from the cold, dark confines of death. The man standing over her, who identified himself as Klaus, had a curious look about him. He wasn't ugly, not in the traditional sense, anyway. He was, however... Odd. Something about him was just not right.
"My name..." Therese began. "Therese." she croaked out. She was alive. She was alive! Maybe all that she had seen was a dream, and she had just fallen asleep or passed out somewhere.
She looked around and found the broken body she had hoped she would not see. She looked down at her hands, seeing the dried blood coat them.
Her vision blurred.
Therese screamed.