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From: The Wildchilde
Faster...
The Gangrel leapt from staircase to staircase on opposing buildings. Her aim was not the best, and there were bruises here and there on her body where she smacked into the rusted metal framework. Wounds could be healed, clothed could be mended...but the neonate seemed to be wrestling with a deeper condition.
FASTER...
Taking two running strides, the Vampire Sally jumped off the stairwell immediately and smacked against the ground, rolling to a flat run. She had been doing this each night for no discernible reason. She had no adrenaline anymore, but her dead body still experienced the thrill of burning blood and danger that flooded her senses, and she pushed herself evermore.
->FASTER<-
The wind was whipping through her black curls as she moved through the alleys, scaring bums and startling vagrants. Why was she running, she thought. She mused over the literary applications of the situation and found herself wanting. Was this what made her feel human again? She could live forever...worse off, she had lost, somewhere within the recesses of her mind, the ability to fear normal things, yet she feared sunlight and fire. In an almost human form of dementia, her brain overcompensated by diminishing every other form of fear that could be left. She exhibited no fears anymore, other than that damn Rotschreck...no pun intended.
With no one in sight, her claws sprang out and she scaled the wall with barely a pause in her movement, rising to the roof and leaping down to a ledge. She scanned the familiar cityscape with her strange, white eyed gaze and continued to ponder her condition.
She knew she was a monster...still understood right from wrong...still retained an impeccable memory...the lack of fear and the need for sensation always gnawed at her, however. The Hunger was not as disturbing as she had envisioned, and she had certainly retained her ability to love, though she had become more subdued in its expression. Parts of her exaggerated to fill in the spaces left behind by parts departed. She needed pursue this feeling, as kindling for the flames of her passion, so it would not smolder to ashes like it had for some of those wackos in the Cam-vanilla.
With that, she somersaulted clumsily off the ledge and into the darkness, giggling all the way down with a girlish...no...humanish...sound of glee.