Dark chuckled nervously before popping his cigarette back into his mouth. He took a long drag as he looked the vampire over. Aleister wasn’t like the other vampires he knew, who killed humans without qualms. It was a nice difference.
Still, Dark remained cautious around him. He liked the guy, but he understood that he was still lower on the food chain.
“I don’t think I’d taste very good,” Dark quipped, smoke escaping from his lips. “Unless ya like cigarettes, beer and fried food.” // @variousmethodsofescaape
Note: I have 2 versions of her story. One where she starts off being a friend of Lisa’s and one of Miles’s Editor for his articles, and the other where she works for a bigger company as an Editor and Journalist looking for a promotion.
Alt. Verse: She goes in before Miles during the day and is lost.
Normal Verse: She doesn’t go in until Miles hasn’t checked in for half a night.
My headcanon is Waylon was in there for maybe a few months, Miles is in there for a week or so (mainly because he finished up a queue of work, did research on the company, made sure his insurance and stuff and lawyers were within reach if something happened. Basically preparing for major danger).
Both unfold pretty much the way way when she get’s there. The only thing that changes is her Pre-Murkoff story.
She pulled up to the gates and looked at the building. It was about mid-day, 4 o’clock and the building looked extremely imposing in the light of the setting sun. “Ok, now this is what you’re going to do.” She said, speaking to herself as she fixed herself up in the rear-view mirror. “You’re going to go in there, try to get as much information out of the guards as you can, maybe speak to the CEO,” she pulled a stick of lipstick out of her purse and put it on. It was all apart of the disguise. “maybe sleep with him.” She smacked her lips together with a popping noise and stashed her lipstick away again
It was nothing new. This was how she did her business. She went in, disguised in a way that would help -nurse, librarian, someone seeking a job or sanctuary. Flirted, had sex with whoever she needed to, got the person to spill enough to slap into an article and expose. It was dirty, but if the person fell for it it was their fault not hers.
Reaching up she unbuttoned the top button on her blazer, positioning her shirt so that her breasts were supported by it, looking fuller. After all, all she needed was to make a good impression. She knew that there were a lot of guards who would pound their chest in a fit of testosterone at presence of a woman in facilities like this. Possibly doctors as well. Put a little flirt in her routine, ask for a job, insist if refused, if she got a nurse position, then fine. She was in. If not, well, then she’d have to go with plan B.
Grabbing the handle to the door she pushed the car door open and stretched a long nylon leg out, her heels clicking on the pavement. Reaching into her purse she pulled out her wallet, cellphone and cellphone charger -just in case she needed to be there for an extended period of time. Stuffing her wallet and phone into the pocket of her mid-thigh pencil skirt, then grabbed a small grey case with 5 or 6 8gb SD cards out and stuffed it into her other pocket. Grabbing a black leather folder she shut the car off and climbed out.
She was always teased for being over prepared. Always heading into a situation with at least a couple days worth of video recording available to her and her charger. Shutting the door behind her, she made her way up the walkway, digging her phone out of her pocket. “4:30.” She flipped the camera around at the push of the button so that it was looking at her and hit record. “It’s 4:30pm. So far,” She flipped the camera around again with the push of her screen, recording the checkpoint that was void of anyone, security guard or the like. “no one has stopped me. There isn’t even a guard out here to ask me to state my business.” She flipped it around to record herself. “I guess that’s good though. A bit odd, but hey, there’s a reason I’m investigating this place anyway, right?” She laughed.
Getting to the door she looked in through the bars at the building and recorded a shot of it. “Big arse building in the middle of nowhere. Isn’t this how most horror games start?” She muttered. “I wonder if it’s” reaching down she turned the knob of the gate door, letting it swing open. “Oh, cheery. That is a great indication right there.”
Stepping through she pulled it shut behind her and made her way across the leaf covered court yard. She made her way up through the middle, hurrying against the breeze that blew her hair about as she hustled to the front door. Reaching out she grabbed the handle but when she attempted to pull it was locked.
“Front door is locked. Yay.” She muttered, unamused. “Don’t tell me visiting hours aren’t open. I crammed my pork feet into harlot heels for nothing.” She kept the camera on herself as she spoke before turning it back to record in front of her. She leaned forward, peaking in through the windows to see if anyone was in there. All she could see was an empty reception desk in the lobby. “God damn, blasted dinner breaks.” She muttered.
“Ok, so I’m going to find a back door. I’ll go around, and when I get in, I’ll head up to the lobby. When asked how I got in, I’ll tell them I was found wandering the yard admiring it when a guard found me and brought me in through the back.” She explained, talking to herself to keep her nerves. She didn’t understand why, but this place unnerved her, and that was because she knew why.
Murkoff was a bunch of corrupt bastards who exploited human beings with illnesses under the guise of charity to make a buck. But she didn’t want to dwell on that. If she went in with weak knees she’d seem suspicious.
Making her way down the stairs she went for the left towards some gates. She had no idea where they would lead her -hopefully not into the middle of a patient volleyball tournament. Not that she had anything against the patients. She used to work in a Mental Institution named Burtley’s back in Bristol before moving to the states. She enjoyed her job but there was a lot of corruption. Nurses having sex with the patients, things like that. She loved her patients, attempting to comfort them, and she was good. But Mount Massive was different. These were criminally insane people. People who were caught skull fucking people, or chewing the toes off of drugged teenage girls.
But whatever tick these people had -be it needing to eat flesh or fuck birthday cakes- she saw them as people who needed help. That was one reason she volunteered for this assignment so eagerly.
Getting to the gates she paused and looked down, spotting that they were chained. “Bloody fabulous.” She muttered, not even bothering to turn the camera on herself for little mutters like that. Taking a few steps back she made her way over to the second gate, but it yielded no change. It was chained and locked up just as the other, but this one was just a small court yard. Nothing except a plot with a chain link fence around it. Everytime she turned around she found one thing or another to keep her Plan A less plausible.
“Alright.” She made her way back to the first gate. Tucking the camera gently between her breasts -making sure the application wasn’t clicked out- and sliding the binder through the bars, placing it on the ground. Rubbing her hands together, she reached up and grabbed the vertical bars. Putting her foot on one of the lower horizontal bars she pushed herself up, quickly moving her hands to grab the top of the gate. Swinging her leg over she readied herself, catching her balance before dropping to the ground on the other side, her ankles almost giving out from the shoes.
Standing straight she bent over, grabbing her binder once more and made her way around, pulling her phone from her shirt to record everything she saw, keeping her eyes open for a door or something she could get in through.
It only took a few moments of walking before she came to the first wooden door, but when she attempted to open it, it was locked. “Blast.” She muttered, then continued on. It wasn’t until she started coming to chain-link fencing, a large court-yard that she spotted another door, this time, propped open. She smiled and made her way over, sounding like a horse trotting with her heels against the concrete.
Getting to the door she leaned, looking through the gap a brick provided, propping the door open. It was dark. Pitch black inside except for a single light at the end of a hallway with a red exist sign. Her eyebrows furrowed, the smell of damp reaching her nose. Grabbing the handle, tucking the binder beneath her arm, she pulled the door open and scooched the brick aside, slipping in, letting it close behind her.
Big mistake.
She stood in the darkness, feeling the chill that was worse than outside with the autumn air. There was no sound save for a slight brushing of wind, but there was the feeling of eyes on her, one that made her heart race. Pulling up her phone, she switched the night vision setting on her camera on -it had cost her almost 30 bucks, commissioning one of her friends to design one good enough to mirror that of a camcorder, but it came in handy.
Lifting it, she looked through the screen, but as she did she came face to face with a man, eyes wide, standing not even 4 feet away from her. She screamed, taking a step back. The heel of her shoe hit something squishy, twisting her ankle and she went down, landing on the floor with a hard thud, head cracking off the ground beneath her.
Her vision blurred, even in the dark, and in a moment, everything was gone.
"Now you know there's someone out there in the vast universe who does understand." She smiled, thankful to have that someone who she meets up periodically.
“There’s something you don’t see very often,” he joked with a small smile.
"I dare anyone to live the kind of life you have and not end up even partially mad. Not going to happen." She shook her head for emphasis. "Its hard to have any long lived life when you don't spend it among others like yourself." That was one reason she spent as much time as possible with him. They were in a way kindred spirits. Both having rough lives but still pushing forward to save others.
Someone who understands what this life is like. Poor girl. He smiles a bit as he pulls her into another hug.
-her body slumps forward a little, with the force of the shadow ripping away from her. she smiles up at him-
He shoots her a quick grin before quickly returning his attention to the shadow, which is devouring the cat now. “Supper time,” he says uselessly, trying to make a joke. “I would’ve just gone for chips myself, but if you like cat meat…”
"And sometimes you end up having both. Like yourself." Sometimes she could be quite mad, though that's the way she was. She loved to try everything possible.
"If I didn't have a sense of humor I wouldn't be able to deal with my own madness," he points out with a good-natured grin. Never-mind how true the statement is.
She kept grinning and nodded. "I like to think so. You need to have a sense of humor when traveling with you." Sometimes being able to laugh things off was the only way to survive some of the situations she'd been in.
"Well either that or you just go mad," he adds with a shrug. It's true though. If you don't have a sense of humor, you won't last long in his life.
