Mercy

::The night was warm, with a thick lining of fog to caress the blades of grass within the secluded glen of the dark forest, it was the type of setting that would leave one feeling lost and frightened, expecting something or anything to leap out and latch onto your throat. Was that singing? No it couldn't but wait, Yes it was singing and by the soft sound of it, it was a little girls, so small and unsure:: ~I don't want to see you go.. I don't even want to be there~ ::Why was a child doing out in a night like this, and why was she singing that chilly song, deciding to investigate further, the need to help this child ran deep within your soul. With silent steps you happen upon a couple laying in the grass, well actually the man was laying there still, with the woman gazing down longingly towards him. Her light auburn hair, flowing around her shoulders. The way her head was tilted her eyes remained a mystery, but one could tell their smokey depths, as her pale hands move up to place her palms over her eyes mockingly::~I will cover up my eyes..and prays it'll go away~ ::hands falling away to reveal now her eyes, so clouded with a gleam, now to caress the cheek of the man laying so still, uncommonly still::~You've only lived a moment of your life..I must be dreaming..please stop screaming~ ::wrenching her eyes shut, only she could hear the screams of this man that only minutes ago he released but never more for a knife jutted out through his throat, his glazed blue eyes staring straight up towards the night sky: ~I don't like to hear your cry..you don't know how that cuts me..~ ::now that you could see the woman clearly, the darkness only inhanced her pale skin, nearly white marred with crimson, fingers dipping into the blood leaking from the fatal wound, outlining parts of her body with it and lips. Instead of singing she was speaking so low..that beautifully like voice of a temptress::~I don't want feel you die..but if that's the way God has planned for you..I'll put penny's on your eyes. And it will go away. See? You've only lived a moment of your life. I must be dreaming please stop screaming~ ::and exactly like that song she sung, she was placing those copper coins upon the lifeless blue orbs of her victim, smiling as she reached over to lovingly place her warm lips to chilled lifeless ones before she continued on..but by the way she acted, someone called out her name for she whispered harshly:: ~Is someone calling me?.... I think I hear a voice!... I hear my name.. someone is calling me!~ ::Quickly she glanced up towards the one watching, slowly smiling those bloody lips. Panick grabs your heart, as you turn to thrash your way away from that demonic scene only to be followed by soft childish peels of laughter::

    Mercy was the unwanted product of a liason from her prostitute mother Linnet Bavmerden, but due to Linnet's drugged up state she allowed the infant to be born. A daughter, something that she could use or sell when times were rough, perhaps even sell the girl's body like she sold her own. Devious thoughts ran through the auburned haired whore's thoughts as the bastard child of hers came into the world. Linnet had been with many paying men of all kinds, so she rightfully did not know who Linnet's father could be.
     Mercy, what a strange name Linnet gave her. Actually it was the name the nursemaid kept calling the infant so Linnet stuck with it. Who was she to name a babe after all? A loose woman who sells her body to others, wearing cheap perfume allowing grubby hands to caress and fondle her perfect skin.
     There was where Mercy grew, grey eyes watching her mother with her customers, huddling to the floor for she knew that once the man was done he'd come looking for her. He paid the price her mother demanded to have her as well. And she was just a child, one that was not rightfully there in the first place. Perhaps it was the Opum her mother took while carrying her or the other substances she took. Or it was the dropping her as an infant that jarred her to this state, but she did not cry out while the men took her young child like body. Only remembering each face of those taking her body, Mercy waited till they fell asleep before crawling away, promising them with silent whispers of their doom.
     But still the men came, and Mercy memorizing each ones face. Except now they was wary about the child sitting in the corner with her legs down, her over smiling face and stormy grey eyes gleaming with some unholy light. She seemed to laugh at them, damning them in the same light only to begin to giggle for no reason. After those incidents, Linnet was forced to take her customers other places than her home. Mercy was causing her to loose her business. Often enough Linnet would abuse her daughter, backhanding her calling her a "Tiefling" "Spawn of Evil", hissing out the constant names for the girl's constant nonacceptance of reality.
       One night, once Mercy finally reached the age of seventeen. She disobeyed her mother's commands of staying within the one room apartment, walking barefoot with the tattered gown hugging her form, curved more than her mother's over used body. Born temptress with light red hair and smokey grey eyes filled with dementia's internal light..moving towards the inn she knew her mother laid with her paying lover. Sneaking within the room once all was quiet, taking the knife to silence the woman forever, whispering softly into Linnet's ear "Yes mother.. I am a tieflin..child spawned of the darkside.. only cause you created me to be such.. Now rest... sleep.. for hell is fast approaching you Mother dear". Laughing as the last of her mother's life blood drained from her, well let's say the man beside her met the same fate but no one knew whom done it for Mercy disappeared.
       Little did anyone know that the demented girl had met up with a vampire, begging him to make her immortal so that her blood taste would continue and hold more purpose..
{Mun's notes about this character: She was created for my depression. She is throughly insane, mentally not stable. No trying to rid the insanity from her for I'll ignore it.. She was created in my down time where none of my characters felt right for me to play, now I have one.. If you think me demented, then yes I am..and the songs used are Alice Coopers..no way did I create them}