Bad... Bad... Bad... No good….. Angry.. why angry? Get out! Not angry! Not angry! Sad! Not sad! No! No! Mad! Not mad! Never mad!!!! Get out!! Out!!! such thoughts ran through the brain of one Acacia Blood. She sat near the ocean. The sun had recently set but the moon was just beginning to rise, though it was not yet in the sky.

Waves washed over her thin dirty bare legs. Tangled locks laid lifelessly on her thin shoulders as she rocked back and forth ever so slightly. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically with ever breath, though the breathing was rather painful and labored.


Her hands moved to her face and she closed her eyes, moving them back through her hair and tugging on it. She was whispering feverishly under her breath and twitching.

”Stop it stop it stop it. Bad! Bad! Bad! Stop! I’m not angry, no not angry... I’m
not bad….” Shivering again she moved her hands back to her face; covering her eyes she suppressed a sob and sniffed sadly. Small droplets of rain began to make their way down from the heavens onto the earth. She stopped crying and felt another drop land on her. She opened her eyes and looked up at the star filled sky.

Odion was becoming quite impossible. Zesiro had stormed out before it was even really nightfall. That was how infuriated he became. This may have been the beginning, the revealation, the deciding moment. He knew his sire mentioned that vampires were often solitary creature. He had kept reasonable peace with his brother, but their relationship was growing strained.

No matter. He would feed and waste the night in a stupor. It wa snot the first time, but he would not let his younger brother gain too much snese of authority. After all, he was the older of them.

Zesiro did not notice the quivering body on the ground, or even sense the girl's presence. His thoughts were distracted towards blood and his brother.

He wore his usual blue glasses and spiked collar. His usual beaten black sweater and usual black jeans. This time he topped it off with a black coat. It was very much like a trenchcoat, but he did not call it that. It was...just a coat. He would never admit to wearing something similiar to his brother.

The soft voice shook him from his private thoughts. He blinked, instantly finding the source and studying the strange, bedraggled girl. Perhaps she was mad... curious indeed.

Curiouser and curiouser… Acacia had not noted the approach of the young man; she just continued to rant and rave.

”No, no not bad. Not mad. Sad. I miss her. Why did she go? Why did she leave me? Why is she gone? Why? Why is Kenna gone? Why why why?” she was rocking back and forth more now, every time a bit more violently. “Why did she leave? She couldn’t die! Why is she gone! Where did she go? Bad! Bad! Bad!” she shook her head fiercely.

The rain continued to poor down upon her. She didn’t notice, or she didn’t care. One of those opitions. She nodded her head slowly.

”Gone, I don’t want her gone. I want the other out. Not her I want her back!” she let out a small sob and leaned in to place her head upon her knees.

Zesiro continued to watch the very plainly mad young child. So sad... at such a tender age. Her rantings were rather haunting. They vaguely reminded him of the old coven master's. The Master of Zesiro and Odion's coven of Malkavians was quite insane. All Malkavians went mad after a period of time; it was the bane of their clan. However, people still agreed that even the most delusional vampire muttered wisdom and truth in their crazed ramblings. This, too, was fact.

He wondered who Kenna was, where she had gone or when she died, and why on Earth this girl didn't seem to mind the rain.

"You there... girl?"

He pondered on whether her blood might taste different because of her mental affliction.

”Stupid girl, she left me, why? Why?” she continued to mumble not noticing that Zesiro was staring at her. She has stopped shaking and was holding her knees to her chest suppressing sobs.

“Stupid girl, stupid, went missing, why? WHY? I miss her! My only…” She began to rock back and fourth this time, but not nearly as fiercely, but a gentle one that moved back and fourth with the water.

A voice pierced the silence.

”Here. Here yes here. Or there, maybe there. Nope, Not there, here. Yes yes I am here…” she tilted her head to the side and turned around to look at Zesiro…

”You don’t make me sad or angry or scared or anxious….” She tilted her head more “You don’t feel…”

"Of course not. Emotions are a mortal whim."

Zesiro looked vaugely confused, but not enough exposed to kill the girl and move on. No, she was insane. Even if she raved about vampires, who would believe her?

"What is your name, girl?"

He demanded clearly, trying to pierce the tangled web of insanity that laced her mind. He began to slowly exercise his hypnosis abilties, trying to relax her. Prey was much easier when it was not high-strung or nervous.