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It had  been almost a week since Hell had spat Bela out and despite the fact you would think she would be happy being not dead and all she wasnt due to the simple fact she had absaloutely no idea what had happened or who she was for that matter, it was like no matter how hard she tried she couldnt remember a damn thing infact the hours she had spent agonizing didnt even render a flashback and yet what she did know was she was clearly messed up in some deep trouble after all it wasnt every day someone woke up in a coffin and dug their way out of the grave that had been dug for their corpse almost two years ago when it was found mutilated more then words could describe in a beaten down rank motel with tacky decour. Of course this was something she was unaware of, something she was also unaware of was why her grave had been marked as a jane doe, perhaps if she even had a name she would be able to jog her memory of how she had ended up in that mess yet unfortunately for her she didnt, she had no belongings on her that gave her any clues as to her identity or how she had ended up buried what she had figured was alive after putting two and two together she had convinced herself that she had most likely been sick or accidently pronounced dead causing her body to get buried in the ground were she then woke up completely and utterly strucken with fear, she had convinced herself that somewere out there there was a family who would be overjoyed to see her and yet horrified by her story on how she had dug herself out of her own grave and yet deep down she knew that wasnt the case because she was Bela Talbot and even if she didnt know she was Bela Talbot it didnt mean she couldnt feel it nagging at her insides she felt a strong heavy dull feeling like she was holding a burden but how could that be possible when she didnt know what the burden was it was as if despite not knowing she had this sick feeling rising from the pit of her stomach as if it were a sign that she was better off that way.

Unknowns to her she had spent two years in hell getting tortured repeatedly but torture for Bela wasnt physical or emotional it was mental , she would have given anything to have demons ripping pieces off her body and burning her skin with hot pokers because to her what she endured was a faith far worse , it was an event from her past replayed over and over on a loop for her to endure of  course she knew it wasnt real and she was no longer a teenager but it felt so real the image of her father being completely realistic which made the pain and trauma all the more excrutiating . As a child Bela formely known as Abbie had been sexually asaulted by her father the very act that had put her here after her mother refused to believe her alligations Abbie got frustrated and fled the house to spend some time alone on her swingset out back but when a little girl appeared out of nowere she called herself Liliith and she had these scary yet alluring red eyes she told her she could get rid of her parents for her and it wouldnt cost her anything for ten whole years the deal seemed almost too good to be true but Abbie agreed no more then a nod confirming exactly what she wanted , the deal was sealed with a kiss and just like that the next day her parents died in a car crash leaving her orphaned and free to flee town never looking back. Following those events she changed her name from Abbie Lugosi to Bela Talbot and began to steal objects for cash yet once she got into that business stealaing anything upto cursed objects it didnt take her long to realise that the supernatural world was a lot more common then she could have ever dreamed of. Infact she was amazed by the idea if Lilith had never appeared to her that day she would still be in the dark about it herself. Years passed like days and just as the ten year mark approached she knew she had to do something , anythhing to keep hersef out of hell unfortunately she had taken more then one wrong turn when trying to save herself and she failed leading to her ultimate demise.  

Two year's passed in  this hell every second of every day enduring the sexual assault until one day she woke up in her coffin with no memorys at all it was almost like she had amnesia and yet despite the fact she was currently unaware of this it was something she had done to herself. The trauma of the event had sent her emotions to breaking point leading her to switch off mentally,  applying a mental block to her mind meaning she was the reason behind her current stroak of amnesia.  Since returning she had taken to the nearest town attempting to put the pieces together and figure out how exactly she had ended up fifty feet under the ground because although she realised a story that ended with and then i was buried could never end well she needed to know. Positioning herself in the town she spent a couple of days there questioning the friendly people who spoke to her about if they happened to recognise her yet when each of them answered no she explained that she had a twin sister who was now missing and she was determined to locate her . It didnt take long for her to realise she had a skill and that was lieing wether that was a good thing or a bad time would tell. One thing she knew was she needed money and she needed it now so it seemed almost too good to be true when a careless cop left his car door open and his gun lieing on the seat just sitting there waiting for her to find it , taking one last look around she slid the gun into her pocket before pulling away from the car and making a run for it, finding herself in the middle of nowere she began to shoot trees, and shrubs practicing her aim learning something about herself in the process and that was that she was pretty bad asse with a gun meaning after a shot or two she decided to take off in the direction of the local gas station. She had a plan , she had a gun, but the question was would she be able to pull it off and if she did pull it off did that mean she was about to commit her first crime? 

After a half an hour of walking the brunette spotted the gas station. Stepping inside the electric doors slammed shut behind her as she glanced around the empty shop, there was noone here great that made her plan all the more easier. Approaching the counter with the gun in her inside pocket she glanced at the young black haired man behind the counter chewing on her lower lip slightly she made an effort not to look nervous because lets face it if she did...this would never work. The male grinned at her slightly "Good afternoon Miss how may I help you..?" before he could even finish Bela had the gun in her hand and pointed at him , Crap had that been too soon? should she have waited a while longer she thought to herself before quickly shaking them off intime to see the man shake nervously and reach under the counter "Dont Press that button!" she yelled her english accent booming through the small shop as she went on "Give me everything you have in the register and I dont shoot" and just like that the man took to opening the register as the brunette stood there her hand leaning firmly on the trigger as she kept her eyes on him watching each action attentively as her bangs began to stick to the sweat beads that had formed on her forehead signaturing her nerves and yet there was something abut this situation that felt oddly familiar, she felt strangely at home holding a gun and being in control and right now not knowing who she was that scared her...