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The night was as cruel as ever. It howled every night since the day Vitalia turned. It would almost scream at her. The cold was no longer a concern for her skin, as it had long paled since the bite. It certainly was not easy escaping, but she had chosen a good hour. Just as her aunt, cousins, and servants were awoken. She swore to the humans she would get the help they needed. Letters weren't enough to encourage a hero to find the estate in Timișoara, so it was high time she made her move.
Vitalia walked through the forest, holding up her embroidered dress. She can't recall when she left, and worried how many nights she had seen. How many times she had to quickly find shelter from the sun, how many times she's had to help herself to a deer or wild boar. She wondered if her people were alright without her, knowing all they've been through and what they may go through without her there to delay any blood parties.
Guilt eats her from the inside, like the festering parasite she once considered vampirism to be.
Upon first sight, she would seem to be a noblewoman. Hair carefully tended to, pearls adorned within the strands, playing on the hairnet. It was slightly loosened up, given the length of her travel, but miraculously still kept together. She wore a dress fitting for a woman of her status: gold, red, pure white. Embroidery she had a hand in the fabric before her escape. It was a bit heavy to walk around in for several hours, especially with her tight heels. Her toes were nearly squeezed together as she walked. The wrong shoe size was an inconvenient punishment, called by none other than Varujan. If she weren't locked in coffins or had other cruel punishments, her eldest cousin knew the best ways to harm Vitalia for her rebellious nature. Her inability to accept who she is. What she is.
Vitalia let out a pained cry, falling onto her knees. She lost her footing, causing a sharp pain to spike in her ankle. Enraged, frustrated, Vitalia began to dig under the hem of her dress to furiously yank the heels off her feet. She threw them at a tree with a hiss and another loud cry. What followed her the jewels on her hands, thrown across from her. Her hands found her hair, furiously and desperately trying to undo parts of her hair that was tightly snug before. Pearls were ripped out of her hair in the process of this struggle to undo her hair.
