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The clicking rang in Remilia ears as she watched the second hand neared it’s starting point once again, as she did for the last twelve times it happened. It was almost six o’clock pm; feeding time. Her attention was divide on counting the minutes by under the saccharine scene of pipe cleaner stars hung from the ceiling, and the once robin egg blue walls slathered with black construction paper. Each sheet drawn with crayon scratches doodled across them with every conceivable fantasy that could spring forth from the mind of children. The young vampire looked up from her desk secluded in the farthest corner to the others, many young ones strewn about the rubber floor in play. The only oddities about this playroom was the thick black curtain separating the room from the other half of it and the radiant sun from those deemed “light sensitive” by the Supernatural Persons Support Agency.
The SPSA held a respectable if not respected duty to integrate inhuman civilians into the ranks of civilized company, rather than let them rampage or prey on more “normal” people. Part of this function was running orphanages such as this one; for those abandoned when their monstrous state was revealed or merely left without guardians by some sad act of fate (or man). Remilia and her sister were quite acquainted with the organization, since she had been in their patronage for the past five centuries. An accomplishment on their part to survive that long, she guessed. Those years blurred together like melted stained glass, painted by disappoint.
Who wanted an eternally young vampire?
The clock finally struck six, and Remilia got up from her seat before anyone else could. A smaller door was opened by one of the many caretakers, forced to stupe under the frame as she announced dinner. Out of the whimsical door was a far more mundane hallway, drab and utilitarian. For most, they’d be taken in single file by rope train to the cafeteria. For the vampire and some like her, she would be led towards the medical bay to pick up her actual meal.
As she waited in line at the pick up window as she did so many times before, fiddling at the white dress she was adorned with. She had gotten it as part of some donation, it was a elegant and beautiful, if plain. Barring a few splashes where dried blood that couldn’t come out.
Once it got to her turn, she tapped the the countertop and looked up at the pharmacist. A Mr. Bato. A thankfully straightforward man who took his job more seriously than anything else in his life. Which meant he handed her the bag of blood before he started cracking wise.
“Another cold one on the house” He said as small vampire unraveled the little hose. Finally, a use for AB+.
“I don’t like it cold” Remilia whined, taking a little sip. Right from the freezer. A sour grimace rippled across her face, but she suckled at it anyway. She stepped out of the way to let the next person go, a full grown harpy looking for her insulin.
“Well, there’s two ways you’re getting it warm: You microwave it, and you know what happened the last time, and the second way gets you thrown in the dungeon.” He rebuked the complaint after handing out the medicine. Remilia pouted at such an inconvenience and kept on drinking the vitae with only mild fuss.
“Can I visit my sister?” she eventually asked. An awkward silence fell upon the two, with Mr Bato suddenly unable to see the vampire eye to eye.
“Your sister is not… ready for visitors today.”
“I want to visit my sister” Remilia said, her voice clear and forceful, each word punctuated. It couldn’t be a threat, the perpetual ten year old had no power in this place. But there was a strength in character that rarely shown in the last half millenia. Enough that her hands clasping the blood bag tightened, a little dripping from the vampire’s mouth and onto her white dress.
Mr Bato was phased, but ultimately his oath won out.
“You can try again tomorrow, but tonight she needs rest.”
Remilia sighed, only betraying some of the frustration gnawing at her heart. She rolled the half finished blood bag and headed back towards the more child friendly part of the building.
“Hey, don’t forget to finish it” She heard him call back. Her eyes rolled to the top of her head, although she had no place to argue.
“I’m a light eater” She grumbled aloud, placing her fingers over her collarbones and waltzing off.
The SPSA held a respectable if not respected duty to integrate inhuman civilians into the ranks of civilized company, rather than let them rampage or prey on more “normal” people. Part of this function was running orphanages such as this one; for those abandoned when their monstrous state was revealed or merely left without guardians by some sad act of fate (or man). Remilia and her sister were quite acquainted with the organization, since she had been in their patronage for the past five centuries. An accomplishment on their part to survive that long, she guessed. Those years blurred together like melted stained glass, painted by disappoint.
Who wanted an eternally young vampire?
The clock finally struck six, and Remilia got up from her seat before anyone else could. A smaller door was opened by one of the many caretakers, forced to stupe under the frame as she announced dinner. Out of the whimsical door was a far more mundane hallway, drab and utilitarian. For most, they’d be taken in single file by rope train to the cafeteria. For the vampire and some like her, she would be led towards the medical bay to pick up her actual meal.
As she waited in line at the pick up window as she did so many times before, fiddling at the white dress she was adorned with. She had gotten it as part of some donation, it was a elegant and beautiful, if plain. Barring a few splashes where dried blood that couldn’t come out.
Once it got to her turn, she tapped the the countertop and looked up at the pharmacist. A Mr. Bato. A thankfully straightforward man who took his job more seriously than anything else in his life. Which meant he handed her the bag of blood before he started cracking wise.
“Another cold one on the house” He said as small vampire unraveled the little hose. Finally, a use for AB+.
“I don’t like it cold” Remilia whined, taking a little sip. Right from the freezer. A sour grimace rippled across her face, but she suckled at it anyway. She stepped out of the way to let the next person go, a full grown harpy looking for her insulin.
“Well, there’s two ways you’re getting it warm: You microwave it, and you know what happened the last time, and the second way gets you thrown in the dungeon.” He rebuked the complaint after handing out the medicine. Remilia pouted at such an inconvenience and kept on drinking the vitae with only mild fuss.
“Can I visit my sister?” she eventually asked. An awkward silence fell upon the two, with Mr Bato suddenly unable to see the vampire eye to eye.
“Your sister is not… ready for visitors today.”
“I want to visit my sister” Remilia said, her voice clear and forceful, each word punctuated. It couldn’t be a threat, the perpetual ten year old had no power in this place. But there was a strength in character that rarely shown in the last half millenia. Enough that her hands clasping the blood bag tightened, a little dripping from the vampire’s mouth and onto her white dress.
Mr Bato was phased, but ultimately his oath won out.
“You can try again tomorrow, but tonight she needs rest.”
Remilia sighed, only betraying some of the frustration gnawing at her heart. She rolled the half finished blood bag and headed back towards the more child friendly part of the building.
“Hey, don’t forget to finish it” She heard him call back. Her eyes rolled to the top of her head, although she had no place to argue.
“I’m a light eater” She grumbled aloud, placing her fingers over her collarbones and waltzing off.