DRACULA (1931) SENTENCE STARTERS
Demencia flashed back to Flug’s wrecked lab that morning. The broken beakers, the tossed over tables, the other dead experiments, the utter chaos she had made of everything. Blood still stained her teeth from where she had taken a chunk out of another experiment’s tender neck. She had calmed since Shimmer’s arrival. She looked at the demon and her head dropped.
They were out of the Manor now. Shimmer had arrived to take her away from there when she needed her.
“I don’t know why I did it,” she explained. “I got mad. He’ll probably figure out it was me who wrecked it. What am I going to do? They might put me in the cage again. I don’t like the cage.”
Shimmer placed her hand on top of Demencia’s, saying “Ok… ok, that could work. And I can also make for a good alibi too. You can say that when you were walking him, you ran into me and we went out and did something together.” Shimmer said nervously. “That’ll work right?”
She laced her fingers around Demencia’s hand and moved in closer, gently pressing her forehead against Dem’s. The smell of blood was still present on her breath, but she didn’t seem to care she she kissed her anyway. “I just… I love you too much too see you get hurt…”
“Why’d I do it?” she asked Shimmer with an earnest look. She honestly hoped her lover would have the answer. All she could remember was becoming distressed over something, hitting that wall in her mind that made her feel sick and angry and blocked off thoughts and understanding and then…
The rage that drove her to destroy. She had taken Johan when Shimmer arrived and left in a huff. Now she was here waiting in the aftermath, aware she had messed up but unsure why she had.
“Sometimes there’s this wall in my head. I can’t think things. Certain things won’t come to me. Or I get sick and angry. And it frustrates me.”
Shimmer gently traced a finger along Demencia’s forehead, her brow wrinkled in thought. “Well… I can’t say why. But… I can find out what happened if you want?” She asked.
“See… I’ve got a new thing that I’ve been developing. I think I’m an Empath. Like… if I want, when I touch people… I can see their memories… I’m not saying I’m a full fledged mind-reader, but… I think that might be able to help a bit. If you want…”
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