Frankenstein and the Vampire

[MayorMcT]

Frankenstein and the Vampire​

"Frankenstein!"

The man at the top of the steps listened as his voice echoed off the stone walls and came back to him several times. Combined with the mad scientist decor of what had once been the basement of a 19th century public library, the ominous sound caused a shiver to run up his spine and out his limbs. He grimaced with discomfort and cursed ever having gone into business with the former Rising Star of genetic engineering.

"Doctor Frankenstein!" He let the echoes wash over him again, then -- reluctantly -- descended into the dungeon-looking basement and made his way through the array of unidentifiable equipment. He grimaced yet again, and again, at the sight of dead, nearly dead, and simply dead-looking animals in cages, transparent boxes, and liquid filled jars. When he finally found his client in the far corner of the basement, he called in a slightly politer tone, "Doctor, we had an appointment ... at 9 ... 9am! It's now 10 ... 10pm!"

It took a long moment for Victor to realize that someone was speaking to him. He looked up from his experiment -- which involved a rat that has six legs -- and stared at the banker through goggles that made him look like Mister Magoo from the Saturday morning cartoons.

"I'm sorry...? What did you say?"

"Our appointment," the businessman said, his gaze wandering about the tables filled with unholy experiments. "The property. You have to sign the papers before midnight if you wish to keep the property."

"Yes, yes," Victor said, stripping off the magnifying glasses and latex gloves and moving around to the man with obvious impatience. He gestured for a pen and said, "Let's get this taken care of. I have work."

The banker's eyes widened. "But Doctor. You ... you understand that this means giving up the family property..."

"Yes, yes," Victor responded, again gesturing for the pen.

"All of the property--"

"Yes--"

"Six millions dollars worth of prime--"

"Is there a problem?"

The banker's face was filled with dismay. He glanced about himself again, then answered, "I would think so! You are giving up everything you own ... land, buildings, businesses ... your family's legacy ... to keep ... this!"

"This...!" Victor almost spat back in the man's face, "is my life's work."

"This...! ... is a joke, Doctor." The banker's change in expression showed his embarrassment at being so rude to a client. He drew a breath and clarified his thought with a polite tone. "Sir ... the medical and scientific world has discredited your work for years. You have wasted your career ... your talent ... your family's fortune ... in this quest for ... for immortality! You have one last chance to redeem yourself."

The banker held the papers out, waggling them before his most important client. "This is all you have left. These papers are what remains of you ... your family ... your future. Sign them away ... and it's all over."

Without hesitation, Victor snatched the papers from the man's hand and a pen from his shirt pocket. He searched for a flat surface not filled with his work, opened the manilla folder, and scribbled his name every where that he found a colorful Post-It arrow reading Sign Here.

He spun back to the man, slapped the papers against his chest, and said, "Get out. I have work to do."

As he watched the once famous scientist -- now a punch line to jokes at medical seminars -- return to his work, the banker said, "The sales you just signed will only pay off your debt, Doctor. Once the papers are filed, you will be broke."

Victor didn't respond.

"You will have nothing." The banker shook his head. He knew his words were wasted. He turned, climbed the stone steps, then hesitated at the top. He watched the back of Doctor Frankenstein for a long moment, then murmured, "Good luck, doctor. I hope ... I truly hope that you find that for which you are looking."

As he left the old stone building, he couldn't know that Victor would indeed find what he was looking for, but in a place -- in a woman -- in which he wouldn't never in a million years have looked.

 

[NekoMata]

(Visual)​

"Go young one... You must flee, before the sun rises... Run and find him...

The voice in her head was soft and urgent. Still it caused another blast of pain to rip through her head. She could hear the loud explosive rattle of gunfire, made louder by the stone walls and corridors which comprised the ancient castle that had been her home for many centuries. Smoke and dust simultaneously mingled in the air. If she had needed to breath she would have probably choked on it as it hung so thickly in the air it obscured her already blurred vision. Blood ran down her face, leaking from the wound across her left temple and matting her already red curls to the side of her head.

With her hand against the wall she staggered forth, moving away from the noise of gunfire. Her other hand was pressed to a rapidly bleeding wound in her chest. Reaching a bend in the corridor she grasped for one of the ancient looking candleholders on the wall. Groaning slightly she pulled it downward like lever. A soft grinding noise could be heard and a small puff of dust burst out from behind a nearby tapestry. She moved towards the heavy fabric, lifting it aside with a gently brush of her hand. She staggered into the open wall behind it and into the darkness. Pressing a stone on the wall just inside the entrance she slid the wall shut behind her.

She leaned against the wall for a moment trying to pull herself together. Things in her head were beginning to grow even more confusing. She lifted her fingers to her chest, pressing them into the wound. She grimaced, the action causing her sharp white fangs to flash. She pulled her fingers away slick with blood, holding a single small piece of silver metal.

She tossed it to the ground and shoved herself back upright. She wouldn't survive much longer like this.

As she moved down the tunnel she forced herself to focus. She had to keep her mind straight to be able to navigate the catacombs. So for now she settled on recalling the events that had led to her flight.

For years she had lived in the stately manor along with the others of her kind. But that night their home had been besieged by strange assailants. During the attack she had been wounded, being shot in both the head and chest. Normally these wounds would not have been threatening to someone of her kind. But the silver that the rounds had been made of was keeping her wounds open and making it harder for the wounds to heal properly.

She was loosing quite a lot of blood, if she did not get the issue under control soon she would fall into an eternal slumber. So she was following the guidance of her elder, fleeing to the one place where she could find help. Though she did not know where she was going she held the solid conviction that if she made it through these corridors she would be safe.

The tunnels ran from the mansion beneath the ground and under the city. Miles and miles of catacombs and corridors, meant only to be navigated by those who knew the way. There were many exits in many places but she never strayed from her course. Something in her head was leading her towards the tunnel that exited into the basement of what had been, in the 19th Century, a public library. It was here that she would find who she sought.

Soon she drew to the end of the tunnel, coming to a wall which bore the curling mark of a symbol that meant exit. She traced her bloody finger along the symbol and it began to glow slightly where the blood touched. Once the symbol was completely alike the wall began to slide back.

The artificial lights poured into the tunnel along with the heavy smell of chemicals. Supporting herself on the wall she stepped forward into the strange laboratory. Standing with his back to her was a man, deeply engrossed in what appeared to be some strange experiment. Using the last bit of strength she could muster she flashed from behind him, appearing directly in front of him.

"Dr. Viktor Frankenstien...I presume..." she said slowly, "I need...your assistance... If you can save me... I will be forever in your debt..."

Her golden eyes were cloudy and her chest rose and fell with great effort. Heaving a last sigh her legs gave out and she collapsed to the floor.

 

[MayorMcT]

Victor never heard the woman coming. Suddenly, she was just standing before him. He looked up, again wearing the thick magnifying glasses that allowed him to study the effects his genetic experiment had had on the mutated rat.

"Dr. Viktor Frankenstien...I presume..."

Victor shed the glasses and gave his eyes a moment to focus. His heart leaped in shock, from the woman's presence, the woman's beauty, and -- of course -- the blood flowing from the woman's head and chest.

"I need...your assistance... If you can save me... I will be forever in your debt..."

Before he could react, she collapsed to the floor...



When the woman again opened her eyes, Victor was leaning over her, his face close to her own as he taped a bandage to her forehead.

"You are a lucky young lady, my dear," he told her with a reassuring tone. His voice didn't match his expression, though. "If you had not found me when you did, you would be dead."

She might still die, of course. Although the wound at her temple had been serious, it had only been a graze. He'd easily sewn it shut. But the wound in her chest was still bleeding. He didn't understand it. The wound had looked as if from a gun shot, but he hadn't been able to find a bullet.

What he had found perplexed him. What ever had caused the injury, be it a knife or spear, was somehow preventing her vessels from clotting. The wound had missed her major arteries and vessels, and yet she was bleeding to death.

"Luckily for you, miss," he went on, "I had a bit of O-positive handy, but..."

He checked the bag hanging from a hook over her, its contents entering her arm through a taped down needle. Again he grimaced as he looked at her body's reaction to the transfusion.

"I don't understand," he murmured. "O-pos is the universal blood type. You should be reacting to it positively." He smiled. "Sorry. That wasn't meant to be a pun."

The bag hanging over her now was the last he had. He'd been able to keep her alive by pumping the life saving fluid into her, but it wasn't saving her life because she was leaking it out just as quickly.

The last option he had was too use his own blood, but ... well, that just wasn't an option. The banker who'd been chastising him for his recent science experiments had no idea just how far Victor had gone with his research.

The genetic experiments that had resulted in his expulsion from the University's research staff had continued here in the library's basement -- on Frankenstein himself. The mutations had been minor, nothing that would harm him. But they had altered his DNA and, thus, his blood just slightly enough that he wasn't quite normal anymore. He was no longer O-positive, but something ... just a bit off.

Ironically, his blood was exactly what the woman needed...

 

[NekoMata]

"Dead is not the word..." she said her voice soft but coming forth more easily now, "By the way you aren't very convincing, I'm still bleeding out..."

She uttered a soft chuckle, looking down with a sort of morbid curiosity as blood bubble forth from the dime sized circular wound in her chest. She still felt a bit dizzy but the blood that he had been transfusing into her had done a bit in the way of helping her recover. She could already feel the graze on her temple closing up beneath the bandage. Soon it would be healed with not even the slightest scar to show for it.

"Pesky bullet was full of silver dust..." she said with a sigh of exhaustion, "This blood won't do a thing to help... At least not til I'm done bleeding..."

She moved her hand to the needle in her arm. She scraped the edge of the tape back with her nails before drawing the needle from her arm. The fact that he'd even managed to get a needle into her skin said a lot for her weakened state. Without the constant delivery of fresh blood to her system she could feel herself growing weaker once more. But it would be necessary if she hoped to survive.

As the blood pumped from her chest she found herself noticing a strange scent on the air. It smelled like blood, but there was plenty of that so it was not unusual. However what she smelled wasn't the usual thick coppery scent of blood. It was something sweeter, something different. After a moment of careful pondering she realized it was coming from him. In the back of her mind something clicked.

That was it, the key to stopping the bleeding. Whatever was in his blood would be enough to clear the remaining silver from her blood stream and possibly even speed up her healing. She sat up suddenly, blood flowing down her chest and pooling some more into the soft black fabric of her dress.

"This may sound a tad awkward but... I'm going to need some of your blood..."

She did not bother to wait for his reply. Instead she simply curled her slender fingers around his wrist. Her hands were cold as ice but still rather soft. In one graceful motion she pulled his arm towards her and sank her fangs into his wrist, directly over his pulse.

 

[MayorMcT]

"This may sound a tad awkward," she said, surprising him by rising quickly and grasping his wrist, "but... I'm going to need some of your blood..."

Before he could react, she bit into Victor's wrist. He cried out in pain and grasped a handful of her long, red hair, trying to pull her head back. But he didn't move her: she was incredibly strong, particularly since she was supposed to be half dead.

After the initial shock of her sinking fang-like teeth into him, Victor was suddenly overwhelmed with a sensation like he'd never felt before. It was an odd ... pleasure ... but at the same time not. If he'd been able to think about it, he would have equated it to the pain before the pleasure of cracking your knuckles or having a chiropractor snap your back.

His fingers were still full of her hair, but he relaxed his attempt to pull her away from him. He was feeling weak, either from the loss of blood or ... something she was doing to him, he had no idea.

And, to be honest, he didn't care. What ever she was doing to him was ... intriguing. The scientist in him was exploding with conflict: he wanted to know what she was doing, wanted to study it, wanted to examine her. But, at the same time, the man in him was losing consciousness...

 

[NekoMata]

It was probably incredibly rude of her to just bite someone like that, but she was sure he wouldn't mind. After all it was a necessary situation if she was going to survive, and he was trying to save her life after all. However she found herself a bit wrong judging by the speed with which he grabbed her hair to attempt to pull her off. Instead of succeeding though the action just spurred her to further aggression. She wasn't weak enough that he would be able to dislodge her easily with her fangs already in. But just to be on the safe side she bit a little harder also holding his arm a bit more steady.

His blood was hot and sweeter than most she had tasted. But then again his blood wasn't exactly that of a humans. As she pondered this thought she began to realize that maybe she was drinking a bit to much. She could sense him starting to weaken. Still she found it a little hard to pull away. After a second she managed the task, releasing his wrist and withdrawing her fangs from his skin. Two small droplets of blood beaded at the puncture wounds.

Licking her fangs she exhaled deeply. Reaching for a piece of gauze she wiped at the spot on her chest where the bullet had entered. As she cleaned of the heavy layers of blood the wound slowly became visible. Though the edges were still a bit pink the wound was quickly shrinking in size. The bleeding had completely stopped and she was feeling quite a bit better.

"Oh dear... I may have took too much... You might want to take a seat or something..."

 

[MayorMcT]

"Oh dear... I may have took too much... You might want to take a seat or something..."

Victor heard the words but didn't hear them at the same time. His woozy mind was enveloped in the strange event that had just taken place. He didn't understand it, but with what mental facilities he had at his disposal, he knew that he wanted to understand it.

He sat down, but he didn't so much take a seat, instead just falling onto his bum on the concrete floor. He stared up at her as her attention shifted between examining her wound and examining what effect she'd had on him.

"What ... did you ... do?" he asked, barely audible. He had seen her wound when she pulled up the cloth: it was no longer bleeding and -- impossibly -- seemed to be closing on its own. "What ... what...?"

Victor's mind was swimming, and he realized he was losing consciousness. For any other man, he would have suggested that the woman lay him back on the floor and give him some time to recoup. But Victor Frankenstein wasn't any other man.

"Third floor..." he mumbled. "...bedroom ... lamp table ... pills..."

And then he was out...

 

[NekoMata]

"Oh Christ..." she said with a sigh.

She hadn't expected him to faint. Hopping down from the table she crouched at his side. For a moment she simply stared at him, then reaching out she cautiously poked him. She shook her head, he really was out cold. She recalled that he had briefly uttered a rather disjointed statement about pills. Gripping one of his forearms she lifted him into a sitting position. With unusual ease she hoisted him onto her shoulder.

He was rather light, but of course most things felt light to her. She had more than the average amount of strength for her rather petite size. Adjusting her hold on him slightly she carried him up the three flights of stairs and to his bedroom. Bumping the door open she carried him over to the bed before depositing him gently on to it. That out of the way she proceeded to search the lamp table for the pills he had mentioned. A few moments of searching had turned up the bottle and taking it in hand she set about the task of procuring a glass of water. A few moments and a trip to the bathroom quickly completed that task.

"Hey... Wake up..." she said, returning to the bedside.

The way she said it was less of a request and more of a command meant to penetrate his subconscious mind. The ability to effect people minds was second nature and she waited patiently for him to reawaken.

 

[MayorMcT]

Victor's mind came back to him but without total clarity. He looked directly upwards and saw the unmistakeable ceiling of his bedroom. But he wasn't in his bedroom: he was in the lab. Wasn't he?

He looked to his right and found the beautiful face of ... of ... of whoever she was. The half dead woman who had bitten into his wrist and ... sucked his blood? That, of course, was odd. But as he looked back to the ceiling again and, even with his mind still swimming in confusion, came to the conclusion that she had carried here, he began to realize that odd was the theme for the evening.

"Three tablets..." he murmured. "No water ... under my tongue."

He parted his lips and waited for her to follow his treatment order. Closing both his eyes and mouth again, he could feel the pills dissolving quickly. A single gulp sent the mush down his gullet.

Ten minutes later, he was feeling much more like himself. He sat up slowly, his head still a bit disoriented and looked for his guest. He looked to his wrist where she had bitten him: the wounds look like little more than injection points for a blood transfusion.

His mind grasped that word, transfusion, and he met her eyes asking, "What are you?"

His brain was filled with the wild imaginings of her being some kind of vampire. But, of course, vampires were just stories, myths. Sort of like ... six legged rats...

 

[NekoMata]

"Just woke up and already firing of questions..." she said with a faint smile.

She supposed that she did owe him an introduction at the least. After all he had held up his end of the deal and helped save her life. She sat the pill bottle back on the table before taking a small step back. As she did so she removed the bandage from her head. She ran her fingers through her hair sighing as she felt where the blood had stuck her russet red curls together. Turning her sharp gold eyes back on him she dipped a perfect and delicate curtsy.

"I go by the name Kitty. I'm what mortal kind likes to refer to as a vampyre."

 

[MayorMcT]

"I go by the name Kitty," she began. "I'm what mortal kind likes to refer to as a vampyre."

Victor stared in silence for a moment, then burst out laughing. His head exploded with pained dizziness from the lost blood, and when he regained his composure, he chuckled again. But setting his gaze upon her again -- seeing the lack of a wound on her head and remembering the self-healing wound on her chest -- he knew that while he didn't believe in vampires, there was still something not human about her.

He glanced back to his wrist again, at the four neat punctures there. She had done that. That was irrefutable. And because he'd lost blood, and because there hadn't been any leaking out from around her lips to the floor, logic said that she did indeed drink it from him.

Mortal kind, he remembered her saying. She believes she is a vampire. But ... does that really mean she is one? He was about to ask her to do something, anything, that would prove her claim. Turn into a bat, maybe, was the only thing that came to him. Again he laughed, recalling the old black and white Dracula movies he'd grown up on.

He stood, unsteadily at first and walked over to her, asking, "May I see your wound, please?"

He couldn't believe it. The wound -- a bullet wound she had verified -- was nearly healed. There was only a round dimple in her skin, with a slight lack of flesh below it. There was still blood all over her side and the dress that she'd put back on while he'd been passed out. But if he hadn't seen the wound with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that she'd ever been shot at all.

He smiled to her, his scientific curiosity returning to him. Without any fear that she might be a danger to him, as the movies would seem to suggest, he leaned back against the huge bed's foot board and asked, "Tell me. Tell me about yourself. Tell me everything. But ... but tell me about this mortal kind thing."

He didn't know whether she knew it or not, but he'd spent the past decade on an obsession to dramatically lengthen life. The majority of causes of non-accident, non-disease, non-self-abuse deaths could be cured through medicine or better living, yet people still died of old age.

Why? It made no sense to Victor. Life expectancies had risen decades over the past century, but he felt they could -- they should -- rise farther. Why weren't people typically living to 100 years of age ... 110, 150, 200! The body and mind were capable of it. And yet it wasn't happening.

For ten years, he'd spent every ounce of his energy and every penny of his fortune looking for those reasons. And now, this ... this beautiful woman just sneaked into his lab and...

"I want to know it all," he said, the pleading obvious in his voice. "Tell me. How old are you?"

 

[NekoMata]

Kitty folded her arms just below her chest, tapping the fingers of her right hand slowly against her left elbow, as she waited for him to finish laughing. Of course it was not an unusual thing for people to be skeptical. What humans knew of her kind was only barely true and so stupidly romanticized by movies and television that it was not uncommon for someone to react to such a claim with amusement. Despite the skewed perception that humanity have of her kind the beings they knew as or at least equated with vampires really did exist.

When he asked to see her bullet wound she tilted her head up slightly. The wound was completely closed now though it was still going through the process of clearing up the scar tissue. In fact by the time he was done examining it the little puckered dimple had disappeared and her chest was as smooth and unmarred as before. His blood had proved quite the efficient boost to her healing factor. With her skin back to it's normal perfect state she could not help but reflect on the fact that her clothes and hair were a mess. However her attention was once again briefly distracted by his questioning.

"It is rude to ask a lady her age you know, but I suppose I can let it pass this time... I was born in the 15th Century... So I am somewhere around 500..." she said looking briefly thoughtful.

As she spoke she lifted her hand running it lightly through her hair. The coppery strands shimmered and her curls bounced slightly. In the blink of an eye both her hair and dress returned to their usual pristine condition.

 

[MayorMcT]

Victor couldn't believe what he was seeing, what he was hearing. She was five hundred years old, maybe more...? And with what looked almost like magic, she caused the blood that had been drying in her hair and clothes to simply ... vanish.

Frankenstein had always thought that he had a way with blood but watching this woman react to the blood-related issues that had occurred over the past couple of hours simply stunned him.

He pushed away from the head board and began a slow pace about the huge bedroom, glancing back to his guest -- his patient -- often with a curious expression. He was an intelligent man with vast knowledge, but suddenly he felt like he was back at his first day of kindergarten with no knowledge at all.

"In my debt forever," he said softly, reminding her of what she had said earlier. Of course, she'd been injured: weak, disoriented, desperate. It wasn't quite fair to hold her to such a statement. He turned to face her, then walked slowly to her as he smirked and said, "I've never been one for long term relationships, so how about we make a deal on a more realistic time frame."

He stopped just out of arms reach of Kitty, studying her eyes for a moment. "I have something I've been working on for a few years. I was at a dead end until a miracle happened. You, of course."

He turned away, thinking over his offer for a moment, then turned back to her again. "You help me find what I am looking for ... and then we will call it square. I may have saved your life, but I am a doctor. It's my job. I do not want you in my debt forever. Only until I have what I want from this dreadful thing they call life."

 

[NekoMata]

"Hmm I suppose that will do as well... Of course forever to me really only meant as long as you were alive... And I will most certainly have outlived you..." she said with a small chuckle.

As he paced the floor she tracked his progress. Was this really the man her Lord had told her about. Of course he did strike her as brilliant, and he obviously had a mindset suited for scientific inquiry, but there was something a bit off. Of course it wasn't unexpected. She had seen many driven close to and over the edge in the pursuit of knowledge or what they perceived to be a great goal. It was rarely ever worth it. But human minds were always so very fragile.

"Well what is it that you are seeking...?"

 

[MayorMcT]

"Hmm I suppose that will do as well...

Victor smiled a bit, pleased. His body turned away, but his gaze remained upon her, studying her. She was intriguing, which would have kept his attention on its own. But she was beautiful as well, and that would have kept any man's attention.

As he finally turned his face away, his mind exploding with thoughts on his new course of experimentation, she continued, Of course forever to me really only meant as long as you were alive...

His eyes went back to her as the years and decades of horror movies reminded him of how often the sympathetic protagonist met an early demise at the hands of the film's evil creature.

He was beginning to wonder whether he could trust her -- trust any such creature -- who likely had lived the outcast life she'd likely lived when she finished with a light chuckle, And I will most certainly have outlived you..."

His lips widened in a smile and he nodded lightly. He resumed his pacing and thinking, this time about Kitty and her life as well as he and his life, too. This -- meeting her -- was going to change everything. It would be a new start to a nearly dead quest.

As he paced the floor, he occasionally glanced back to Kitty. Her eyes tracked his progress about the big room that once had been The Stacks. Here, thousands of books had once filled the minds of hundreds of students and regular old folk.

Now, it was just one single huge room, in the middle of which stood his four poster, canopied bed. Two walls were filled with floor to ceiling windows and met at a corner that featured a statue of Benjamin Franklin, the father of the modern public library. A third wall featured a single Wardrobe packed with elegant clothing he rarely wore anymore; as well as a massive desk, covered with his journals and favored books of study. And a fourth wall included the huge fire place, now with only the smoldering ashes of the previous night's fire; and before it, the bear skin rug of an unimaginably large polar bear with two high backed, plush chairs sitting opposite his huge, fang bearing skull with a coffee table sitting between them.

Other than that, the 100 by 30 foot room was stark. On one spot, a couple of dozen books -- his, not the library's -- had once been neatly stacked but, after a moment of mad thought, looked more like a book burning pile awaiting a match. And on another, clothes -- tuxedos, suits, and other public wear for which he hadn't had a use in years -- also looked as if they were expecting to fill the night with the colors of incineration.

Victor didn't immediately hear Kitty's words, but after a moment, his brain realized she'd spoken, "Well what is it that you are seeking...?"

"Hmm...?" he responded, smiling when the words sunk into his mind. "Oh! My work."

He wasn't ready to reveal that for which he'd been searching for so long. Instead he simply smiled and said with tired eyes, "It will wait, my dear."

He glanced toward the huge windows. The early morning sky was beginning to show the first hints of morning, and it occurred to him that he knew nothing of the facts of her kind's existence and the fallacies of Hollywood's version of it.

He felt silly asking it, but he nodded his head toward the slowly lightening sky and asked, "Morning ... will this be a problem for you?"

 

[NekoMata]

"I suppose that this would be as good of a time as any to dispell a few rumors..." she said with a sigh, "Firstly I can be out in the sun as much as I want. I won't burst into flames or anything over dramatic like that. At worst I might get a headache from the sun glare... Secondly I don't go into a coma or need to sleep in a coffin just because the sun comes up... In fact I don't actually need to sleep at all... To be bluntly honest half of the stuff about "vampires" that human kind knows about is a lot of bullshit and fantasy..."

There was a reason that her kind did not interact much with humans. It wasn't that they did not get along with them or that they felt that isolation was necessary. It was a simple fact of humans being so saturated with what they thought they knew that they instinctively feared them. She had know idea when that had happened. Back in the fifteenth century when she was born her kind were recognized by most for their roles as protectors of humanity. They were not monsters. They were simply more evolved to be the optimal form of humanity.

But it would be no matter to worry herself with such thoughts now. After all her kind had a bad habit of living in the past. She strived however to live only in the present. At the moment her present was dealing with this scientist.

"If you need to sleep then please go ahead..."