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Entry #616908, added on 11-05-08 @ 4:27 pm EST.
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(2007) Four
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2007
The sunshine was brilliant, blinding, and it was the first time Lucy had managed to go outside without her sunglasses on. No hat, no hood, she was completely exposed to the sunlight, the daylight for the first time in twenty years. It was terrifying, and the first time she'd really seen any sunlight for twenty years. The past few months at the lab the weather had been drab and dreary, grey clouds in the sky and while the view was still pretty, most of her life over the past two decades had been dark.
The sunshine was quite a shock to the system. Her eyes hurt but she was fighting it because they had to get used to it. While Britain was a particularity sunny place, it would help her get acclimatised to the day to day light once again. Part of her physical therapy had been to stare into a special daylight bulb for increasing amounts of time before Dr. Smith would let her even go and stand outside.
Now though, now she and Charlie were out on the road, in bright sunshine. The little terrier was almost as happy as she was, but she can't imagine he'd been out and about much in the daytime during his previous life as a werewolf. From what she knew, he'd spent all his time between full moons hiding away in abandoned warehouses, desolate cottages and crumbling tower blocks due for demolition. Now he was a small terrier with wild light brown hair and big teeth. She hadn't had the confidence to ask Smith or any of his team, exactly why the werewolf was now a dog on the end of a lead and not a human like her.
Wow, she was human again.
It was hard to take in, even months after waking up with blood pumping through her body, surrounded by people in lab coats, talking in low hushed voices. She hadn't noticed the men in dark blue uniforms as the doors until later, with angry looks on their faces and weapons at their sides. It had confused her at first, because she couldn't remember but later, much later, she had been glad Dr. Smith and his team had been ready for her.
That had felt long ago, but now there was blood in her heart, air in her lungs, and sunlight on her skin. Now she had to worry about melanoma, instead of burning to ashes, it was strange, her clothes were the same, the same jeans, the same vest, but she was alive. Her hair had started growing again, it was past her shoulders and it hadn't been that long since she'd been in school.
Charlie pulled her towards the side of the road and she let him, followed him and a car past, slowly going around her as she stood on the grass verge. She hadn't heard it, hadn't really been paying attention to her surroundings, just the sunshine. Bright, blinding, beautiful, she tried to think of a dozen more words to describe it and looked down at the little scruffy dog. He was looking back at her, his big brown eyes had a twinkle of something else in them and she had to wonder how much of the man Charlie was still remained inside the little dog. She'd have to ask, Alex or Anthony perhaps, they seemed like the people most likely to talk to her, to hell her what she wanted to know.
In her previous life, she'd become very good at reading people. Figuring out who would give her information, who would give her trouble, who would be an easy target.
She didn't like to think about it, as she had become herself again to had made her physically sick. The memories of blood and death had her rushing to nearest bathroom or bin at first. She had lost a little weight in the first couple of months from being unable to keep any of the memories away and any meals down. Dr. Smith had thought of everything, she thought, he'd considered the psychological as well as the physiological, she'd spent almost as much time tested by Smith as she did by the psychiatrist Cardayne, who insisted she call him Ed. Short for Edmund apparently, he had a sister called Lucy, his mother had loved the Chronicles Of Narnia. During though first weeks, when she could barely say a word, Ed compensated, told her more than he really should have. She knew more about the psychiatrist with floppy black hair and dull blue eyes than the process that had made her human again.
As she walked on the edge of the road, Charlie ahead of her on his lead, she considered it. Seven pints of blood pumped into her body, her heart restarted, lungs re-inflated with pure oxygen. They'd cleaned out her stomach and bowels of twenty year old food and drink, restarted her digestive system with acid in her stomach, all the vitamins and minerals she needed. She'd had a couple of shots of enzymes, insulin, even bile because she had nothing. She was nothing. Hormones too, she'd been injected in every gland to get her body ready again. She as still on HRT months later and probably would be for the rest of her life, but then, given she was in fact, forty three, that would've been coming soon anyway, she supposed.
She was glad she hadn't been human for that part of the process, glad she hadn't been conscious. So much had been done to her body, she felt violated almost, but no worse than the process that had turned her into a vampire. No worse than what William had done to her.
Ed had been interested in William, in the bond they shard, so had Dr. Smith but Lucy hadn't really wanted to talk about him. About any of it. About the murder, the games.
“The hunting,” she said aloud, looking down a Charlie, half expecting the little terrier to nod in response. He gave a little bark, which could've been aimed at her or the cows in the field they were passing. As a human she'd never seen cows up close and she reached out to touch one, the large animal moving its head quickly to the side to catch her hand.
“Ugh,” she muttered to herself, her fingers brushing over it's nose and getting covered in sticky translucent snot in the process. She wiped her hand on her jeans and looked at the dark patch with a frown. Now she was human again, soon,she'd have to live by society;s rules. Laundry, washing up, supermarket shopping. A job? Would she have to get a job? Would she be able to get a job? She hadn't had much luck with work twenty years ago. Were things better now or worse? She hadn't paid much attention to the news, she hadn't needed too. All she had been interested in was blood, sex and smoking.
What a horrible, decadent life she had led while the word was falling apart perhaps.
Charlie was tugging at his lead, keen to go back the way they came. She checked her watched, she'd been gone from the complex for over half an hour, the longest she'd been let out in the Shropshire countryside alone. They trusted her even though she didn't trust herself, though she didn't know where that feeling came from. The same place the feeling she should be locked up for life came from. Ed told her she wasn't responsible, Smith too, Lucy wasn't too sure. But they trusted her to go out for half an hour, get some sun on her dry pale skin, though she knew they could still be watching her. They had a huge underground complex under the grounds of a farm, who was to say they didn't have cameras in the hedges.
She laughed to herself, had a quick look in the thorny hedgerow, scared a tiny bird before heading back to the complex.
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