History: The begining:
This is Tracy's story in her own words...
Tracy You feed again, and I will talk to you...Tell you of where I came from. The things I never got the chance to tell Patty. **She shivers at the name still** See my dad died when I was 2. He was an Irishman. He was on the wrong side of a fight. See he and mom met in England and they came back to the states here. Set up shop in Seattle. Had me soon after. Then at the age at the age of 2, he was gone...This is where things went to hell. See?
Mircea *He slowly rises, his breathing body and mind under a semblance of control, and moves onto the bed next to her. Gently taking her arm. Slowly and gently caressing it he opens a small slit in the artery. Gently he drinks the feeling just as powerful as the last time, but this time he is prepared and locks eyes with her, sharing his emotions through the only windows he has. *
Tracy He was gone and mom got lonely ... and she had lousy taste in men...one after another the men paraded in and out of our lives. And not all of them was good to the little "redheaded step child." See they all used me in some way. Either to emotionally damage mom, or me. Or they would hit me, or molest me... It got to the point that it didn't really mean anything to me....
Mircea *A slow tear trickles down his cheek, as she speaks, contrasting heavily with the emotions in his eyes. *
Tracy **She seems to have gone numb inside as she speaks. * She got remarried when I was 5 years old... And boy was he a winner... He started in on me right away. He would watch me bathe. He would touch me. And finally he started to rape me. **She is totally void of emotions now, ** He did that till I was 15... See. He knocked me up by accident...right around the time my mom got pregnant. I think she ruined his condoms...But she didn't know he was using them on me too...I told him, and he beat me... He beat me and beat me...He beat me till I was bleeding.
Mircea *He stops feeding, there is nothing but emptiness, and sorrow in his eyes. Absentmindedly he licks the wound, and looks down. Muscles reflexively clench and unclench as she speaks. Helpless anger taking over for the pain and sorrow, only the crusted blood on his cheek giving away his sorrow...*
Tracy: See I lost it. He killed my baby. He took me into the hospital and told them I had been raped. And that he had no idea that I had gotten myself in that condition. He was my legal guardian so I was scared. Then I got mad... and decided to make him pay...
Mircea : *the headboard crunches under the strain, a large piece comes loose in his hand. His eyes don't move from hers. *
Tracy : I blackmailed him and ran away..I was on the street till the money ran out. Then.I ran to a ballet producer. A former boyfriend of moms...Davies. I was only 15. He had touched me too, so I knew he wanted me... I seduced him, got the act on tape... blackmailed him. It got me into the Pacific Northwest Ballet. I had some talent. But I fucked my way there...
Mircea : *No emotion shows in his eyes, but you see muscles in his jaw ticking. His fist dropping the piece of wood and simply clenches into a helpless fist. *
Tracy : Davies...he spent a lot of money on me...I was a pricey little whore... he got me the best tutors, I even got a little college in ... But I had him...He was mine to control...
Mircea : *He looks on helplessly, his body only controlled by the fact that he can't do anything...*
Tracy : I never trusted him. But he did put me on the stage and gave me the love of ballet. He gave me nice things. And I gave him the only thing I knew I could count on...me.
Mircea *His nails bite into his palm, drawing blood. He can't even feel it. *
Tracy : He did raise me so to speak **She still seems void of emotion as if this part of her died a long time ago* Things were great, for a while. I got to travel with the touring company. But I was not fully-grown and I kept getting taller and taller. And that made it hard to place me in the front of the stage. I would not be able to be the star. So I danced in the back. In the backgrounds as a supporting dancer, I was a piece of the set. Things were okay. Then we got here...We came to St.Louis...
Mircea : *A heavy drop trickles down his cheek, splashing on her thigh. *
Tracy : *She looks at him and the irony of it crushes in on her, the unfeeling Sabbat crying. ** **She talks on, telling things about how she and Davies were exploring the city one night. **
Mircea : *He looks at her, while one free finger wipes away the red splotch on her thigh. The sadness inside, weighs him down, no trace of anything but sadness and something akin to love can be seen in his eyes. *
Tracy : **Her face still shows no sign of her feelings. Some part of her inner soul seems to be shut off. ** We were walking through down town. I kind of knew that was odd, but I had no idea why. Then we spotted a couple of the stagehands from the show. We went over to talk to the two men. Seems like they had some coke they wanted to share with us, or so they said. I had been known to enjoy a snort or two, so I went into the alley with them. **THIS is where she starts to shake again...the feeling of betrayal coursing in her mind. ** **She searches his eyes as she talks. She makes her confessions, just as she did as a girl. This hotel room becoming her own private confessional, much different from the small nook in "holy family" from her youth. ** Davies did not take any of the drugs, and that too was odd. So the guys and I did the coke, then they started to make passes at me. Well, that was nothing new. These two had been after me for months...**She stares into his eyes for the strength to continue* Davies, he...he...HE took off when they grabbed me. He left me there...One of them grabbed me and pulled me to the ground...I don't even know they're names...
Mircea : *His hands clench tightly and painfully around hers, his nails drawing blood. Eyes blaze with hate, and only the futility of the hatred and his discipline keeps it from exploding into a rage that would hurt them both. *
Tracy: **Her soul unlocking as it has not in a long time. Her grief over her lost lover seems to permeate every inch of her slowly. ** I had been sleeping with the choreographer too...And Davies had just found out a few days before. He had also been having money problems...Seems a certain ballerina was costing a great deal of money to maintain.... **She almost chokes as she has stalled it long enough. She must tell of the attack. **
Mircea: *Fangs slightly protruding, he tries to suppress the raging hatred and bring back that one spot of warmth he has somewhere inside of him. The uphill struggle showing in his eyes. *
Tracy : **she does not even winch at her hands, she in fact does not feel THAT pain at all. ** The two guys pulled me to the ground and had a hand over my mouth...I fought back...I knew the look in their eyes. It was the look of a predator that was its pry cornered. *She shakes slightly. ** Do you need me to stop? **She softly caresses his cheek. Her fingers wiping at his eyes and her jewel green eyes watching him carefully. **
Mircea "Finish it, please." *The voice a hoarse whisper. He knows that only the whole story will make his hate disperse enough to bring it under control. His hands unclench slightly, easing the pressure on her hand, the gentle caress telling the muscles to relax. *
Tracy : **Her sensual body showing so clearly the reason so many have abused her. She sits close to him and watches him. The thin cotton of her favorite green workout suit showing the body that had been so used by men. ** The stronger one, he held me down. It was an alleyway; they had pulled me behind a dumpster. I remember the words painted on the brick buildings. As I realized it was not going to stop, I stopped fighting. I thought that they only wanted the sex. So I started to read the spray paint...They got mad when I stopped fighting....
Mircea : *Time freezes for him, every thing moves too slowly. His mind pulling to many memories together. His inner battle over. A complete stalemate as he waits for the rest. His eyes blank except for another lonely tear of blood. *
Tracy : They started to hit me. They were yelling at me. Screaming at me. **She shakes and her soul opens slightly to the man. ** The one on me, he...his hand happened on a brick. He laughed to the guy holding me and said that if I didn't liven up they would kill me...Then I was fighting again. For my life...**She shudders as she tries to not think about the words she is saying. ** They hit me with it over and over. I was passing in and out. When the one finished the other one went to have his turn...I was awake and I rolled for it. I got away...I ran. And I stumbled out into the street...that is when Brett found me....
Mircea : *His eyes slow burning fires being slowly heated to the point where they consume everything in a single instant. He just listens, completely quiet, hands resting on hers with an unnatural calmness. *
Tracy : **She hands shaking as she touches his face. One finger taking the tear on his cheek and bringing it to her lips. She parts her mouth ever so slightly and touches the tear to her tongue. ** Brett found me. He looked like an angel. He was so tall and handsome. I could not remember anything by this point...**her brain recalling the blissful absent feeling. ** He took me to his apartment. There he took me, embraced me. He stayed with me for a few days. He took me to a priest and they, **She gracefully tucks his hair behind his ear as she speaks to him, ** put me through the rites, but I still don't remember much of that. After I made it out of the grave, Brett took me back to his apartment. He left and came back a few times. He fed me a few times. Then he was gone. I got hungry and had to begin hunting. I stumbled across Sabine. **She shivers at the name. ** She took me in and began to teach me...
Mircea : *Half empty, or maybe half full. Another lonely tear follows the first. His eyes devoid of thought, devoid of dreams, just empty. Suddenly he is calm, the silence ringing painfully in his ears. He wants to scream or smash something, but a piece of ice digs it way into his gut. *
Tracy : **She tastes the second tear as well. Her lips parting slightly and her fangs are now down and showing. She does not realize that they are showing or what she has done to him. ** She found me, she helped me to find and form this pack with Patty and Deacon. And now you and the others.
Mircea : *He desperately searches for the last vestiges of warmth inside him, trying to stem the inexorable tide of coldness growing
inside. He looks at her, searching out her eyes, looking for something in them. *
Tracy : *The beast within her only makes her more lovely to see. She touches his face and stares in his eyes. Her body shivering as she feels the need to finish the tale. ** I read in the papers about my disappearance. I found out where the choreographer was. He was the only one mentioned by the paper, so I searched him out. Something told me he was involved. I found him and I seduced him. Not that he needed much seducing, but then I fed off him. I killed him. He died tied to a hotel bed not much different from this one. **Slowly she caresses his neck and looks at him. Her confessions made for the most part. A new feeling emerges within her. The passions in her life cease to matter for this brief moment. She feels the cold building within him as her story closes. ** The papers blamed Davies for all of it. He confessed to plotting the whole thing for the insurance money. He had a large policy against the show. If he could make the show fail, he could collect the money. So in the end my whoring turned me into a Sabbat...
Mircea : *the caresses send cold shivers down his spine. He can't shake the unmistakable coldness within. He looks at her letting the ice consume him. He gently caresses her arm, slowly moving his hand to her face gently, ever so gently letting his hands memorize the beauty his eyes feast on. As he feels her cool, soft skin beneath his fingers the tendrils of ice clasping his heart slowly melt. He looks into her eyes, coldly focused, looking for the one thing inside them he so desperately needs to see. *
Tracy : **the air between them is cold, her eyes looking into his.** You now know my nature have made my confessions. **The trust is not there...it's more of a calculating whirling of a machine. ** You know who I am now. And I know that you need me. And I would like to know of you...If we are to be working as a team; I need to be able to trust you. **Her mind is astonished at the very word trust in referring to ANY male, almost as if it were a fairytale. **
Mircea : *His eyes see the machine ticking behind the eyes, he quietly but surely freezes. The warmth slowly dissipates from his body. His arms relax, his right hand still caressing the cold beauty in front of him. His eyes die as the shine in them disappears. His voice is flat. The cold eerie feeling about him, only enhanced by his slightly alien features thickens the air to the point where you can cut it with a knife. * "I need, you. And you need to trust me. You have my loyalty and you can have my story if you want it, I don't break my word." *His words are heavy, his hand moves down onto her neck, nails tracing the neckline carefully and perfectly as if studying the beauty with cold calculation. *
Tracy : **Her chin shivers in slight fear, her eyes going wide in her sudden lack of courage. As his hands about move her neck she gasps. She carefully measures her words considering each one, feeling that the wrong one might end her in pain. ** Mircea? **The fear showing in her eyes** Are you going to hurt me?
Mircea : *A single heavy tear appears in his eye, it slowly rolls down his cheek. His eyes clear and strong, * "Never, I can never hurt you."
Tracy : *She cold fingers playing in his hair, she brushes them through his tresses. ** You require that I trust you. Do you have any idea how much I fear that? Every person and vampire I have trusted, they all have broken me one way or another. My heart is breaking for the one I trusted. But I will **She is now shaking with fear** try...I will try. ** Her voice shrinking to a whisper as she speaks. **
Mircea : *Slowly letting his hand caresses her face and beautiful hair; he drinks her fear as if it was the finest vitae. His voice is strong when he speaks as if he finally found what he was looking for. * "I can see how much you fear trusting me, but that fear is the only thing that gives me any assurance at all. Any assurance that you..." *He lets it trail, expecting her to finish the sentence."
Tracy : that I? **Her eyes wide, green, and terrified now. **