Thread: Supernatural insanity (CreativeWriter x Victorian_Virtue)

Tegan had spent the majority of her life feeling like an outsider. First as an Orphan, and now as an inmate at an insane asylum. But never before had she felt so completely alone. Father Toole had discovered her at the Orphanage almost three years ago and told her she bore the mark of an unholy demon on her neck, and that she would be in grave danger if she stayed. He took her away immediately and performed a ritual that broke the vampire's hold on her, and for years she could hear nothing, or feel nothing for the creature but a deep sense of emptiness. A void inside of her that felt like something was missing. Back then it had been a strange situation for her, because all she could remember of the creature was a sense of paternal bond and protection. She felt it in her dreams, because that's what she believed they were back then. For her memories of him were as hazy in the day time as a fast fading fancy. The memories that Father Toole was impatient for her to recover were fragmented, disjointed. She could not recall the creatures face, or his name, all she remembered was a vague outline of a man who both terrified her with pain, but also comforted her with a deep sense of euphoria and bliss as he began to feed from her, making her feel a perverted sense of comfort and protection. All that was left as any sort of sign that the encounters she dreamed were real were two small scars on her neck. Two scars that the staff at the asylum were quick to deem self inflicted. Tegan had been at the asylum for almost two months because Father Toole was losing patience with her. She suspected he doubted her of telling the truth when she said she could not remember his name or what he looked like, but it was the truth! Or at least it was the truth up until her electromagnetic treatment a little over a week ago. Father Toole had left her in their care because he believed that science could do the job he could not, and free up her memories. Either that or he believed that the almost torturous methods she was subjected to would help to loosen her lips. For the methods they used truly were torturous. The electromagnetic treatment had been by far the most excruciating pain she had ever experienced in her life. But it had loosened her memories. She could remember so much more. The outline of his face was becoming more clear in her mind. But the worse thing was she was sure she could hear him calling her again in the nights. One thing she knew about vampires was that they could not enter places uninvited. So she was safe as long as she remembered that. But the drugs her new doctor gave her were making it so very hard for her to remain in her right frame of mind. And for the last two days, just before Father Toole's last visit, she was subjected to dosages much too high for her, and even though she wanted to tell Father Toole everything she could remember, her words failed her. The new Doctor insisted that the electro therapy had messed with her brain, and that she would need several more rounds to fix the problem. At which point she burst into tears as she knew the doctor was lying, but she just couldn't communicate it. And worse still, she had no idea why he was lying. Highly drugged, Tegan had passed most of the day slipping in and out of consciousness in her cell. But now that the sun was setting, she could feel her senses return to her, heightening somehow as the first shadows of night fell upon the asylum...