A New Beginning. (Closed to Chelle.)

Shizuka walked down the streets of New York City, they were a little bit quiet for such a big town, but they weren't totally quiet. The sound of the occasional horn came from somewhere in the large city, making Shizuka jump because she'd never heard the sound before. Her clothes were torn and her shoes were tattered, the soles of them coming off, leaving her feet to be bloodied, blistered, and torn by the road. To tell the total truth, Shizuka's first brush up with the big city sucked. She whipped away the dirt that was trailing into her eye from sweat.

She heard a male voice, then a few laughs, they came from behind her. Shizuka turned to the sound and frowned, there were three men there, all of them looking at her like she were something enjoyable. An object.

"Hey there pretty lady," one of them said, she guessed it was the leader, "you lost?" His friends were circling her and smiling, most of them were missing a few teeth.

Shizuka shook her head cautiously, "N-No sir..." she said, hoping she didn't sound too scared. The guys all laughed and the leader shook his head, "I can help you out if you know what I mean... or you could help me." He unzipped his pants and his two friends grabbed her. Shizuka didn't know what to do, but she knew what was about to happen. She screamed loudly, trying to get someone's attention.

Shizuka watched in utter terror as the three men were tossed around by the woman. The elegance of the scene had taken Shizuka's breath away, even if she knew the men were probably hurt seriously, it was almost as if the woman were some sort of angel sent just for Shizuka.

Shizuka didn't know what to do, her clothes were wet and even more torn now, and her face was now tear stained. Her frizzy hair seemed to jump up a little more as she slowly stood up, not taking the woman's hand. She didn't know if the woman was actually going to help her, or just take control of whatever it was that the men were planning. Shizuka honestly couldn't trust the beautiful woman, angel or not, the woman could be dangerous to her.

"I-I'm Shizuka. Please don't hurt me..." she said softly, the sentence was pretty much ran together so it sounded as if she had just played a voice recorder backwards. She looked up at the angel-woman and tried her best to smile. Past the grime of 6 weeks without a shower, the child had an attempt of a smile that had turned into a grimace.

With the overload of emotions from the city, the men, and now the angel-woman, Shizuka didn't know what to do. Her face screwed up and she sat down again and began to sob into her hands. The tears were flowing freely now that she knew that her freedom was something much more terrifying than anything that had happened in the laboratory where they tested her.

"Please don't hurt me..." the child was saying, repeating herself as if she were a broken record. Her throat caught occasionally and she'd stop crying for a split second before taking a huge breath and beginning again.

Shizuka thought she witnessed the man's death because the angel-lady's wings had covered it and her voice stopped in her throat, she now knew that the angel-woman would and could kill her if she wanted. Shizuka was still sniffling as she was brought into the air by the angel-woman, having her first flight with the woman and quite literally pissing her pants. She was scared of heights, another flaw in the experiments that the government had done on her was that she was always scared of falling, whether it be from a treadmill or from a winged lady's grasp.

Shizuka gave a relieved sigh when they entered the window, happy to be back on solid ground once more. The place that the angel-woman had taken her was awfully different from what she had expected, it wasn't a torture chamber full of dead bodies and half-eaten skulls. It was a room, not much different than the one that she had seen during her travels. Shizuka saw a new person and began to scream, hiding behind the angel-lady and grasping her waist tightly.

"Don't let her eat me, don't let her eat me..." Shizuka was saying, it was another chant that the child was stuck on now. Shizuka obviously wasn't a social person, and the men outside hadn't exactly helped her expectations for every other person in this world. She still didn't even notice she had wet her pants a few minutes ago, completely oblivious to everything but her fear.

Shizuka saw the door was open and frowned, she wasn't scared of the angel-lady anymore, now she was scared of the demon-tail-wagger. She closed the door before stripping naked and sitting in the tub, she yelped as the hot water began to sting her cuts and scrapes. Shizuka looked at the angel-lady and tried to smile again, her frizzy hair was now matted to her head and it stuck onto her eyes to make her look like a shaggy dog.

"I'm sorry about your dress," Shizuka whispered guiltily, she knew that the dress was probably worth a lot of money, seeing it ruined by her own bodily fluid made Shizuka feel like dirt. She was now looking at the water in the tub, it was turning a murky brown because of the grime on the child's body, "My name's Shizuka..." she said a little louder than the first time, [color=cyan]"Thank you for helping me get away from those men, and for taking me away from the demon-tail-wagger. I owe you my life, and from now on you are my master and I shall be your slave. Kill me for destroying your dress, or make me work to pay for it, either way, I am sorry."

Shizuka's voice had risen and she looked as if she were on the brink of insanity. She began to speak in fast Japanese before beginning to sob, her tears joining the bath water and making small ripples in the murky fluid. She didn't know what else to do other than break down again, she was too scared to do much else. She was beginning to think that coming to this city was a mistake.

Shizuka smiled at the water that the angel-lady had splashed at her, not quite picking up on the fact that a few hundred years was something that wasn't very normal. "I've never had a mother. The men at the laboratory told me that I was a freak of nature, born from a cow." This was what the men said, but Shizuka didn't know that such a thing wasn't really possible.

She began speaking in Japanese again, not making sense about anything, just talking. The little girl's voice was echoing through the room as she began to sing a random song, the melody quite familiar but the words were a little bit disturbing. She stopped and looked down at the water, noting the fact that the water was no longer the normal color of water, and the fact that she couldn't even see her legs past the amount of dirt floating around inside of it.

"Oh no, now I've messed up your bath. I am truly sorry, I'll fix it." she said, jumping out of the water and running through the room fully nude in search for a towel or something to soak up the dirt with. Living in a laboratory had made this child oblivious to most common sense, such as the fact that a tiny towel wasn't really going to fix anything involving the large tub.

Shizuka had enjoyed the second bath more than the first one, happy that she could stretch out a little bit. Her muscles ached from walking so many miles and her cuts were still stinging from the warm water. She washed herself quickly, then washed her hair as well before following the angel-lady to the room where there was food. Shizuka was shivering from the cold air in the room, her flesh was now covered in goose bumps and she was dripping wet from the bath. She didn't care what clothes she picked, she just put them on and hopped underneath the covers of the bed.

"What're you drinking?" Shizuka asked the angel-lady, poking her head just far enough out of the covers that her eyes were visible underneath her already frizzing hair. "I want some of your tomato juice, that's what it looks like," she said without waiting for a response to the first question.

Shizuka grabbed the mug quickly and took a large mouthful of whatever was in the mug, hoping it really WAS tomato juice. She stood up and set the mug down when the taste hit her, "T-That's not tomato juice..." she whispered before throwing up the blood, and what appeared to be a cat's leg. She began to cry again before running towards the door, smashing into it with a loud thud and falling onto the ground in a daze.

Shizuka nodded slowly, thinking she was in trouble, "Right," she said, "I-I'm very sorry, I didn't mean to make such a mess, it's just that it tasted terrible... and you were drinking it as if it were tomato juice so I just wanted to taste it..." She felt her mouth begin to water as the orange began to fill the room in its smell, "Could I possibly have some of that orange?" she asked. It had been ages since she had last eaten, and now she was wanting to wolf down every bit of food in the area.

Shizuka knew what vampires were, she knew that Chelle was most likely a vampire. But somewhere in her conscience she knew that this vampire would not hurt her, and now Shizuka had become less afraid of the 'angel-lady' and had become quite fond of her, beginning to view her as the mother figure she hadn't had in her life. She was now cuddling with Chelle, curling up in a semi-fetal position and still looking up for the orange that she had asked for.

Shizuka looked at the cart of food and smiled as Chelle told her to take whatever she wanted. She didn't usually gorge herself on food because she had always had to make it last before. Now that she knew she had enough food she was able to eat her fill of anything she wanted. Shizuka dug into the rice first, using her spoon at first and then deciding against the spoon and just dumping it into her mouth, pausing every once in a while to savor the taste and chew a little bit so she didn't choke.

Shizuka looked at Chelle who was eating the pastry so slowly that Shizuka almost took it from her hands, but instead grabbed one of her own from the cart and eating it slowly like Chelle was. Shizuka didn't know that the pastry would be hot, nor did she know that spitting food onto the floor was not okay. She took a single bite and scalded her tongue, yelping before leaning over and spitting the hot pastry onto the floor, leaving it in a mushy lump on the carpet. She went back to eating rice without saying a word, she was used to living in the lab and on the streets, where they didn't care where you spit things as long as you didn't spit them at people.