A young girl looks about 16 with pitch black hair and orange-red eyes walked through the forest. Her shirt ripped and her skirt torn as well as she was covered in blood. A twisted smile on her lips, choas, screaming, pain this is what made the little monster happy. The night of the raid Buffy took out a few people killing them with out even batting her eyes in remorse. She killed everyone that was in her way. That was till they Sedated her and gave her the highest dose of anti psychotics there was. But no... not now... Elizabeth wasn't out now.. now it was Buffy turn to play and kill and she did just that. She wanted her sister.... she wanted emilie.
She chewed on a finger she took from a kill that dark grin on her face. Now where was her twin sister? And who will be the next to feed buffy?
She snapped up from the chair outside of the the office her black hair in pig tails her orange red eyes soften as she looked down at her hands. Those dreams her mind and body wanted so much more and that of being another person. She reached into her bag and grabbed her medication, open it and took a small pill. She was waiting to talk to who ever was in charge... well she didn't talk really she had paper work to give to the person about her condition as well as who she is and about her past. She wasn't sure if this was a good idea "Emilie..." she said as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath in to contain the monster inside of her that wanted out, wanted to feed, wanted to so call play or feel pain as it was. Her cloths was long enough to cover the scars the lab people had put on her for testing most she healed from but there was others she didn't adapt to well with hell they even change her name just in case their was survivers.
But she couldn't get any sleep not with that thing in her still not with that nightmares she been having.
She chewed on a finger she took from a kill that dark grin on her face. Now where was her twin sister? And who will be the next to feed buffy?
She snapped up from the chair outside of the the office her black hair in pig tails her orange red eyes soften as she looked down at her hands. Those dreams her mind and body wanted so much more and that of being another person. She reached into her bag and grabbed her medication, open it and took a small pill. She was waiting to talk to who ever was in charge... well she didn't talk really she had paper work to give to the person about her condition as well as who she is and about her past. She wasn't sure if this was a good idea "Emilie..." she said as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath in to contain the monster inside of her that wanted out, wanted to feed, wanted to so call play or feel pain as it was. Her cloths was long enough to cover the scars the lab people had put on her for testing most she healed from but there was others she didn't adapt to well with hell they even change her name just in case their was survivers.
But she couldn't get any sleep not with that thing in her still not with that nightmares she been having.