The Shot Heard ‘Round the World || Self-Para
Have a few drinks... It seemed innocent enough. The hipster Belle drank a little not knowing that the drink in its entirety was tainted. She had been enjoying her time to its fullest, especially since the alcohol made the whole supernaturals existing a little bit of an easier pill to swallow. She went through the house of mirrors with Gale. She got to enjoy her evening with a good amount of friends, and spent some time walking and just speaking with Noah. It was when she was walking home from work the next day that things went South. Something about the woman had made her seem to be an easier target for the two men. When she tried to run, it all went wrong. A man pulling out a gun and shooting her. The brunette fell, left in a pool of her own blood.
She should have died.... She should have....
Unfortunate for the EMTs, she woke up in the ambulance before ever making it to the hospital. The brunette still cannot remember exactly how she got out other than there was a great deal of blood and everything was too loud. Covered in crimson liquid that she was no longer sure whether it was her own or a mixture of others, Marie attempted to make her way home overwhelmed with the super enhanced senses. The brunette kept gripping her head. Make it stop. Make it all stop. All of this had to be a nightmare. She eventually made it home and covered her head with a pillow, but nothing made it stop. Nothing could stop the pounding and nothing could stop the dry itch in her throat.
Eventually, the sun came and it burned. Scared of the monster she became she avoided windows as she went to pick up the plant that Mallory had given her to save her from vampires. It burned too... The shaking brunette dropped the vervain and busted into tears. No. No... It can’t be. How? What happened. Was it some virus. The newly born vampire locked herself away. Not answering texts. Not answering her mom’s constant calls.. She didn’t know what to do.
