Ses jambes lui ont fait mal, tellement damné. Les muscles avaient l'impression de se baigner dans la lave. Elle pouvait jurer que ses quads étaient sur le point de se détacher de la fatigue. Mais elle n'a pas arrêté de courir. Même si ses poumons brûlaient et criaient pour l'oxygène de la suractivité, elle n'arrêtait pas de courir.
Pas si elle voulait vivre.
Chaque fois qu'elle entendait le coup de feu qu'elle attendait d'une douleur brûlante, son cœur continuait de battre, elle s'attendait à ressentir plus que de la peur et de l'anxiété.
La jeune adolescente s'attendait à voir sa vie éclater devant ses yeux avant qu'elle ne s'éloigne d'elle. Le sol était sec et robuste sous ses pieds, elle courait pour sa vie, faisant de son mieux pour le prolonger même si seulement pendant quelques minutes. Cependant, son corps était faible depuis quelques jours, elle était épuisée et courait simplement sur l'adrénaline. Bien qu'elle ne s'arrêtât pas, elle courait plus loin dans un entrepôt abandonné.
Les coups de feu se sont arrêtés, c'était très calme dans l'obscurité, même le bruit des insectes n'a pas atteint ses oreilles. Elle s'est arrêtée. Elle ne pouvait plus courir, son cœur battait dans sa poitrine alors qu'elle essayait de reprendre son souffle. Tout se sentait faible et prêt à abandonner, en utilisant le soutien d'un bâtiment. Quelle chance y avait-il qu'une poignée d'hommes la trouvent si loin, osent suivre dans le noir. Il pensait qu'elle était en sécurité. Du moins, c'est ce qu'elle pensait.
C'est alors qu'une figure ombreuse s'est évanouie devant elle, elle a pressé son corps dans le mur en espérant qu'il la protégerait de ce qui devait arriver.
Une fois de plus, la figure de l'ombre a traversé sa ligne de vue, et encore et encore comme si elle jouait avec un jeune adolescent. Elle n'osait pas crier ou chuchoter un mot. Si elle faisait ces chasses, elle l'entendrait. Se moquant des lèvres, elle a refusé de risquer même de respirer.
Ses yeux ambrés ont commencé à chercher dans l'obscurité, essayant de repérer la figure de l'ombre.
Et puis il s'est envolé, cette créature furieuse est sortie de l'obscurité pour elle...
Les heures tardives de la nuit ont lentement changé vers les premiers instants du matin. Le plateau de tirs a continué d'être apporté au groupe qui en peu de temps avait réussi à profiter de l'entreprise l'un de l'autre.
Valasca était sur le point de commander une autre tournée de boissons quand son portable bourdonnait dans son jean. Atteindre l'appareil qu'elle a pris une gorgée de sa vodka avec du sel, son visage est devenu pâle au nombre familier et sans hésitation, elle a pressé accepter. Valasca se frotta lentement les yeux, se sentant groggy tandis que le monde autour de son écart d'un côté à l'autre.
"Parlez-moi." Elle hoche la tête en poussant continuellement à travers la foule pour atteindre la sortie. Une fois dehors, elle a fait des allers-retours en essayant de combattre le vent froid. Elle s'est frottée le visage pendant que les détails lui étaient remis.
"D'accord, ETA dans une dizaine d'années." En raccrochant, Merwoman a remis son téléphone dans sa poche. " C'est pas vrai."
Encore une fois, le meurtre était arrivé à Fall Hollow.
Name:
Valasca Del Viento
Nickname:
Val
Age:
27
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Asexual Panromantic
Relationship Status:
Single
Gang Rank:
Associate
Title:

Species:
Mermaid
Occupation
Mortician
Likes:
- Death
- Salty Foods
- Her daily swims
Dislikes:
- Anyone who treats her clients ill
- Being lied to
- Sweets
- Theft
Fears:
Have her establishment and sanctuary taken from her
Personality:
 Now that Valasca’s been living in Fall Hollow, she finally feels free for the first time in her life. She doesn't need to change her name or hide who she is. However, despite that freedom, old habits die hard. Despite her warm and caring nature, Valasca is still very much a secretive and closed off individual that has a great deal of trouble opening up to people about who she really is or letting them into her more private life. This can make her come off as a bit distant, but despite that she is still never much a caring mortician that will go above and beyond for her patients. She is more than happy to take care of her clients needs as well as take notes on the various different species in the city to further her knowledge.
History:

Valasca was born in the murky waters of a town that was submerged in water to stop the flooding of Spain five decades ago. Unlike most pods who stuck to areas easily evacuated the pod Valasca was born to had a higher purpose, or so they believed. Valasca pod was connected to others who all believed in their own Gods that lived in the stars above, a world they considered to be a vast ocean. To make it to this place in the after life their role in the life they currently lead was to care for those bodies tossed off boats, thrown from peers to hide murders, sunken graves and mere accidents. They were to help these people move to their own afterlife. So when the town of Capel Celyn sank and became the reservoir it turned into their pod home, to watch over the graves of those who had now sunk beneath the water.
The devotion to their religion was a heavy one. They prayed to a mermaid who was as big as the earth, she had formed the oceans with her body, carved them as she swam through the infinite waters of the life beyond, a world that rested on top of their own. It was not just her though, their were many mermaids, each representing something new. Interitus was merely the main one, the one who judged them at the end of their time to decide if they began anew, having to try again, or made it through to a new life in the waters above. Like most in the pod Valasca took her devotion to Interitus seriously, praying to her, making offerings and participating in the rituals of the tribe.
One of the main rituals was the summoning of the spirits to bless them. It was the one that focused most on the deceased beings, praised them as those of a higher purpose as they were in the world beyond the one where Valasca and her pod rested. This was where Valasca's obsession with death began. Even the sea creatures she feasted on she treated with the utmost care, making sure their move into the world beyond was a gracious one.
Things only escalated when she was sent to perform the ritual to adulthood. One of the few females who were sent out she was expected to return home for the future of their pod. Valasca didn’t. Much like the ritual of Rumspringa the mermaids were to go to the surface for seven evenings and return the wiser for it. Valasca instead found herself half intoxicated with desire and half sick with hate at the ease of access she had to death. The parts of animals that lay on display for others to judge and chose for consumption revolting her but then there were large homes, homes that looked after the dead, treated them with a beautiful respect and laid them to rest in exquisite manners. Valasca believed she had found her calling.
Wales was nice for a while. Valasca trained as a mortician at a funeral parlour she found by the sea. Her hours were whenever someone knew came in and since the town was small she was able to spend as much time as she needed in the water. However she was constantly hiding and the rumors of people seeing a mermaid sprang about. Even cutting her hair seemed to make no difference. This was when she met a man, her heart still. Valasca's pod with their special connection to death she knew what the man was immediately. Valasca introduced herself - looking for someone in the town who it turned out had moved on - as a member of the vampire council in a town in America. He offered Valasca passage there but she declined, knowing she wouldn't be able to survive that long without water, and instead accepted directions.
In Fall Hollow she took a job at the towns local morgue, the one used by police and most of the town since it was convenient. Unlike in Wales deaths in Fall Hollow were unexplained and with everyone's desire to dispose of the bodies in unseemly ways Valasca made herself open to all the killers in Fall Hollow. She would hide their mistakes and in return she could give them the treatment they deserved. Each body prepared to the best she could manage, prayers and blessings made over the body before she reduced them to the earth, sea or smoke depending on their own species or religion she could make out. For the most part she keeps to herself, though over the past five years she's lived in Fall Hollow she has spent a lot at local vampire hang outs.
On Fall Hollow lies a sanctuary lead by young mermaid, for all supernatural creatures. The building attached to the funeral offers a place for non-humans to live free of persecution and follow what paths they desire, whether that’s as regular townsfolk and business owners, criminals and shady dealers. However, in return each tenant must work at the funeral.
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