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↭ — My muse is lost and stops to ask your muse for directions.
Disorientated Mercy found herself wandering through the streets of Bon Temps as result of another trouble some experience. Just after the sun had set a group of agrissive immortals had come to approach the unarmed slayer and to drag her towards a, what she could recall to be, Victorian villa which had been at the outsides of the town. Luckily Mercy had been capable of making her way out before any of them could tear with their fangs into her neck. Which was quite an accomplish considering the kind of alluring blood she had pumping through her veins. It always had been like this because for whatever good reason the creator of all had thought that it would be more than just amusing to have at least one vampire slayer who had fae or as humans named it ‘fairy’ blood rushing through her entire body.
But by this time, Mercy had become used to it. Had learn to accept the way her life was going to work out for her. As well she had to make sure that she would find shelter before anything else would come to chase her. Therefor the girl felt somewhat blessed as she noticed a woman standing near by. And without one single moment of hesitation the girl came closer.
" Miss?! Could you please help me? I’m lost!"















