Let Me Play (open)

Immie couldn’t even remember what it was that she had done.

Or what it was that they claimed she had done. She giggled. Oh no, she probably had done it yes, yes she had. She had been a tad bit more feral than usual earlier that night. She pouted. It wasn’t her fault! She was easily bored! Well, lately she was anyway. The Game was over and her fun was ended and her and Julian were both in that slump they tended to fall into when the Game was over and they didn’t have playmates to screw with in the house.

Immie was a creature of her own pleasures! And they were denying this. She huffed and pouted. She knew the only reason she was still alive was probably because of Julian. Or maybe it was her affinity. She wasn’t quite sure which one it was and she didn’t care. She quite liked being alive, thank you. She had been nearly killed—and then had died—a good amount of times in her life and she had decided that she wasn’t quite ready for the real thing, not just yet. She still had too much to do, yes, yes she did.

She had to get revenge for her family for one thing. Not that anyone knew that, oh no, no they didn’t. Immie had changed her name, and as far as anyone knew she didn’t remember anything younger than her fourteenth birthday when the change had begun to hit her, being a born vampire and all. She was going to keep it that way until she found out exactly why her parents had been killed along with two innocent ten year old boys that had been her baby brothers. She pouted. Now she was making herself sad.

Well that wouldn’t do, no, no it wouldn’t . So she forced it out of her mind and went back to the issue at hand. She tried to concentrate really hard and go back to the reason she was in here. She was trying very hard, her nose all scrunched up as she thought, sitting cross legged in the middle of the floor. She remembered chasing a few people through an alley because they had bothered her and egged her on. That had triggered her to go farther into her feral and insane state, so that was where things got a bit blurry.

She remembered there had been blood. She giggled. And then there was a hunter, who had looked familiar but not one of the ones she really knew—really she knew a bunch of them too well—and had taken her here. Here being one of the many holding cells that were in the Forsyth Citadel placey place. She rolled her eyes. This was no fun. She wanted Julian to come and get her, she was bored. There was nothing fun to do! She needed out. She growled slightly and poked the bars in front of her.

Right as she did, the guards were hauling someone else in. A human from the looks of it. Immie grinned at him and then snarled, snapping her teeth in a very nasty and feral manner, like she wanted to take a bite out of him—which she did—but she was just playing. The human jumped and screamed and had to be prodded along and Immie fell into another bout of giggles, mad and loud, they echoed around her.

Silly silly human. She couldn’t actually get to him. She was in one of the cells that were designed to hold the vampires, she couldn’t break these bars if she tried—and she had the first time that she had been locked away in here. It was just fun to snap. She sighed, now the human was gone and she was bored again! When was someone going to let her out of here? She didn’t think she ahd been that bad. No one was dead. She was pretty sure if she got caught making someone dead again she would be made dead herself and she didn’t like that. So her and Julian just made sure she didn’t get caught. She giggled madly. So no, no, it hadn’t been that. So she should be let out soon! She grinned widely, pleased by this.

And then her brothers appeared. Her eyes went wide for a moment. ” Mes frères!” she shrieked happily. The two ten year old twins were entirely invisible to everyone else except for Immie. She knew they were hallucinations but she most of the time just didn’t care. She would talk to them like they were actually there without a care. She knew it seemed insane but she missed them so she didn’t care! If she ever went to a doctor she would probably have been diagnosed with a type of schizophrenia. In fact people had tried to inform her of this. But sher ignored it. She missed her family, they appeared. Mostly just the boys.

“Regardez Figaro! Ses mes frères!” she said happily, giggling madly and pointing so her kitten could see. For the most part her cat seemed to roll her eyes at his mad owner. He was used to this insanity. Anna! Jouez avec nous! they said to her, laughing. Of course it wasn’t really them, but she didn’t care. She grinned but then shook her head, she couldn’t from in here!

And then they started doing handstands and cartwheels and her eyes widened. She could do that too! She stood on her head. She couldn’t do the cartwheels in such a small space but she could stand on her head and keep herself that way as easily as breathing.

She began to sing in French to herself and to her brothers as they played. It was songs they used to sing back home, in France. Oh she missed it so. She sighed wistfully. And then she heard steps going down the hall and her brothers ran away. She pouted. She wished they would come back! She wasn't sure who was coming towards her, but it sounded authoritative, she hoped they would let her out. ”Bonjour! she called, with a mad little giggle as she saw him, still standing on her head and she peered at the person upside down, through her black and red hair. ”You have come to let me out, oui? S'il vous plaît say yes! I am bored” she spoke in heavily accented French at the person, the last statement accented with a pout as well.

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Comments: Okay, she hallucinates lol that's the bits about her brothers who are actually dead. She's just a tad off her rocker. As for the French, its her saying its her brothers, and telling her cat Figaro to look at her brothers, her brothers tell her to play with them. ^_^