Pulling Off The Mask
Gen woke up to the familiar, stale air of the basement apartment.
She'd been living in silence for the past few days and she didn't regret her decision.
No. She couldn't allow herself to regret her decision.
It will be a stain on the memory of those she seek to honor.
She sighed.
She'd chosen to sleep in the night and walk around during the day.
There was less of a chance that she'd be found if she did this as most vampires kept to a different schedule.
She laid on the bed for a moment, staring up at the ceiling.
She went through everything that had happened since moving here in her mind.
She didn't want to do this but it was necessary.
She sat up slowly, stretching as she did. Her eyes moved to the corner of the room where her cloak hung from a nail in the wall.
Next to the cloak was a chair. Sitting on the chair was her iron mask.
Avenger.