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From: Dee
Dee washed her hands in the lake, the darkness masking the red stains as they drifted into oneness with the gently lapping water. The liquid was icy on her face while she scrubbed her tears into oblivion. 'What's the point?' she asked herself. It was an old question, asked many times and in many ways, and even if she survived a hundred Alics and a thousand councils she was sure she'd be no closer to an answer. She sighed heavily, an old human habit that closed the armour around her heart as she stood stiffly and glided silently back to her bike. She stopped for a moment, sensing something, and the beast leapt from its chains at the chance to fight, though the unconscious shift in her features that warned of rage and pain were met by no face. She swallowed the growl rising in her throat and kicked her bike alive with more force than it required. Tires shrieked like the hate rising in her heart, fueled by hunger and frustration. She opened the throttle on the Harley, facing the wind at its utmost speed. Still demons chased her and rage grew. It seemed to her sickened, blackened soul that every minute since her sire and last true love had died in flames had felt like this, full of anger, rage, hopelessness and a confused desire to make it all matter somehow. Some tiny voice eeked a whisper in her head that it wasn't true, but she ignored it, needing her rage to face another night of emptiness. As she entered the edge of the worst part of town she could think of to vent her frustration, she remembered right down to the drooling Beast why she had chosen the path of the loner.