Hidden Truths [OPEN}

[Zahira Ormarr - Black Serpent]

It was between dusk and night. Either way they city was graced with darkness and an abundance of shadows. Many unruly sounds, between the cars and whom ever stayed up past the safety hour. Still life would head out too night clubs, maybe a late night movie or even some special occasion. There always seemed to be at least one a month, that not including weddings. The general business hours were over. So sometime back Zahira Ormarr had slipped out of the day look and more into the night look. The creature of the night was merely steps away. Steps which strolled away from the beastly bike down an alley, down a sidewalk passed some tall and dark buildings. Her outfit was the infamous black attire. Body suit, heels, a jacket and gloves. Least momentarily her black hair was left out. Mask was kept close when needed. Certainly a heroic kind of gear, but certainly could blend in with the city. It was still rather warm out, the wind was mild, but the clouds above had thickened most of the day. Showers here and there. It was only a matter of time until the water really broke through, but water couldn't turn away the predators… Nor could the serpent. With all senses in tune, though the changing vibrations at her feet and around, least it didn't appear any target fell upon her scent, but something else did. More it caught her eye, but given her heightened senses, did lend to some more unpleasantries.

Though something about the cemetery caught something else inside her. Nothing Zahira could exactly explain, because as much as there were possibilities of hope. As dark eyes grazed the tombstones as her feet shortly followed. Taking her deeper into the graveyard. Spotting names. As if any second one will jump out and take hold. Take grasp. How could she find a name that could be any name. Least given how little she knew of her father's past. In turn her own, but somewhere. Maybe in more than one place. In this city certainly laid answers. Maybe not the entire truth, but something would ultimately be better than nothing… Dark fingertips graced the tops of the tombstones. Feeling the marble. There was no chance she could summon up answers in vibration, but there was a sense. What one of these was connected, without knowing. Having past nearly a dozen, perhaps even a couple more. Who was really counting? As if almost at random she stopped. Sunk to her knees. The ground was still mildly moist from the previous showers, but that only made her feel even more. Sinking back on her heels. The names really didn't spring anything. As her eyes would slowly wander off to the rest, until returning. It really was going to be like finding a pin out of a haystack. Tilting her head back, in greeting now as the clouds broke again. Sending down the rains, began as a shower, but grew heavier. Droplets hit her face and ran down her cheeks. Shutting her eyes and taking the deep breath. Letting the stillness. Silence. With only the wind gently whistling. Passing cars in the background. Chopper somewhere distant. Bugs seemingly coming to welcome the night. Rustling of bushes. Sound of heartbeats. Pointedly beneath. Eyes looked to the grave. A hand seemingly clawing its way out and grabbed her own. Could almost feel the nails dig in. With a hiss and the springing of her teeth. With a pull of her wrist. The hand below let go and sank back into the ground… Opening her eyes, the ground was flat again. No extra heartbeat, least not beneath her feet. Was just her mind wandering. Playing tricks. The chances of people springing out of the ground as so was closer to nil. Far as they city knew, she was the only vampire in the streets… Though Zahira couldn't help linger her eyes to the tombstone. Maybe it least meant something, but she needed patience.