OOC: I really don't know if this storyline fits in with this forum...but I thought it was kind of out of the ordinary for Shadow of the Soul too. So...in confusion I put it here. If I should move it let me know. And it's kind of short for a beginning post, but I really couldn't find a way to extend that...sorry ya'll!

IC: *Harte was wandering down an empty street in a large city. She was out to feed, as usual that night, when something completely unexpected came about.*

Well there's no one back here..

*She thought to herself as she headed out of the darkened alleyway and onto a busy, well lit street. The road was backed up for quite a ways, and a good block formed at the intersection. She smiled a bit, happy that driving wasn't one of her needs, tonight anyway. Just then something caught her attention up ahead. There was a girl, standing at the corner of the street with nothing on her but a torn white shirt and jogging shorts. She ran towards her and looked at her from the front, and to her horror realized the true condition of the teenager. She was slashed, all over her body, most likely from a small knife. She was wet, and freezing cold.*

"Jesus what happened, talk to me, calm down and tell me..please.."

*Harte spoke to her with comforting words as she took her coat off and attempted to wrap it around the girl. But her tries were proven futile. The girl's image disappeared in a cloud of fire, and Harte suddenly felt like she was burning from the inside out. She let out a horrible scream and fell to the wet pavement, succumbing to an odd unconciousness.*

*Soon after Harte awoke. She was lying in a bed in a hospital, one she didn't recognize. She looked about her wearily and a nurse entered the room.*

"Mrs. Harmen? How are you feeling today?"

*Harte looked over at her with a strange look on her face*

"Mrs. Harmen, what the hell are you talking about?"

*The nurse turned and informed the doctor of some crazy acusations, like she was delusional and still disturbed from the night's happenings.*

What are they talking about I'm not Mrs. Harmen...

*She glanced down at herself and noticed she was gashed all over her body, most likely from a small knife. Her hair was blonde and shoulder length, and she wasn't as pale as she used to be. She paniced suddenly and shouted out to anyone she knew, randomly calling out names of those she remembered by using kinesis, hoping to get an explaination for this..odd switch.*

OOC/ Please see my comments in the OOC thread and read your Private Message. /OOC

OOC: That I did Horse :wink:

The nurse called,
"Doctor, she's awaken."

"I'm on my way. Poor lady, let's hope the trauma to the head isn't too bad."

When Doctor Kohl arrived at the scene, it didn't look good.

(to Nurse)
"Delusional and disturbed. Give her something to calm her down."

(to Mrs Harmen)
"Mrs Harmen, I'm Doc- Mrs Harmen. You are safe, I'm Doctor Kohl, you are going to get better."

The names kept coming, while they are meaningless to Dr Kohl, one troubled him. A seed, hooked onto the fabric of his consciousness ready to germinate. In time it will unveil to him.

*Harte suddenly sat up and started yelling at the hospital employees.*

"No, I am not who you think I am! I'm not! I suggest you let me out of here before I get someone on this case I...let go of me let go!!"

*Two nurses came in, both holding her down and one applying a shot in her arm, which calmed her down nearly immediately. The voices of the Doctors and Nurses faded in and out as everything broke into two, then became dark as Harte once again succumbed to an unnecessary unconciousness.*

(nurse)
"She's asleep, doctor. Doctor?"

Dr Kohl's attention snapped back at the nurse's report. Something was troubling him. It must have been the long day.

"Hmmm, oh yes! Strange, there wasn't enough in that dose. We will make use of this time to modify the environment to better suit Mrs Harmen's condition. Transfer her to the Garden ward. Perhaps the more natural setting may aid sooth her worry."

Physically she will recovered. Mentally, that is another thing. She needs all the support she could get. So far no one has contacted for her, yet.

The so-called Garden ward was a hospital initiative to present patients in more pleasent surrounding during their latter stages of recovery. Pot plants of various types, (after checking for toxins, allergens and such) decorated the room. Palms sat the corner of the room. Flowering plants lined up in shelves and ferns hang from the ceiling. Each plant could be remove should they pose a problem. The room was also well lit by sunlight. Childrens love the room and so too are various staff members.

*Harte dreamed. She mentally recalled her meeting with that odd girl, before they "switched", so to speak. For some reason, her dream took her passed that time. It showed her returning home to a rather lavish two story building. Once in, she witnessed a murder. The person's face seemed to be fogged over though, and so she couldn't tell who the victim was by identity. But she knew she was the killer. Herself in the dream lifted an axe and swung it down....she awoke. In a cold sweat and with a slight yell she returned to reality, and glanced about her noticing nothing that would pose a threat besides the various plants nearby. She laid back down and ran her fingers through her newly acquired black hair.*

I'd really like to know what happened here...

Doctor Kohl was sitting on a chair reading the papers in the sunlight.

"Ah, here we are again. Sorry we didn't meet under more favourable circumstances. You will recover from your injuries completely, save for some scarring. You were quite a piece of work. Our doctors in the Alexandria Hospital had done a brilliant job patching you up. You just need some time to rest and recover."

Dr Kohl however was still skirting around the issue of her mental health as he is still gauging how bad her condition was.

*Harte layed her head in her hands, her elbows on knees. She shook her head and sighed.*

"I really wish you all would understand that I am not who you think I am."

*She stated simply, knowing already that the doctor would not believe her for a moment. Despite, she continued a shred of hope crossed her mind.*

"Was there ever a Harte admitted to the hopsital? Shortly ago perhaps?"

"I really wish you all would understand that I am not who you think I am."

Kohl decided to acknowledge her comment with a slow nod, to keep her talking.

"Was there ever a Harte admitted to the hopsital? Shortly ago perhaps?"

"This is a rather large hospital, and we simply cannot give out names unless... So is Harte related to you?"

Despite his reluctance to accept her point of view, he feels some sympathy and an urge to help her.

*Harte gave a slight chuckle*

Is she related to me? Man that is an understatement.

*She smiled at him and spoke.*

"No just a...a close friend. Was there anyone? Please I really want to know.."

Jackson walked into the hospital driven by the scent of a mind. As far as he knew there was nothing wrong. Certainly Harte had been away for a while, but that was not only normal but quite ok, too. He had been foraging through another city, practicing the early incantation she had taught him on his way to becoming accustomed to demonic ways. So it was quite by accident that he should sense his Sire in this town. What was a bit disturbing about the whole affair was that her mental state seemed ... unusual.

He had yet to learn how to pass through walls, and in fact may never learn the trick, so he simply walked into the reception area. He nodded nonchalantly to the registration clerk and continued on his way toward the sense of Harte that surrounded his mind. A hospital, he thought. I wonder why she would have chosen to be in here?

He mused over the colored lines on the floor that were meant to direct him toward this and that. He completely ignored them. Eventually he found a stairwell and quietly took the flights up to what would prove to be the psychiatric ward. As he passed through the stairwell doorway, he felt a powerful sense of her proximity.

He was a bit dismayed to encountered locked doors, but that hardly held him. He broke several locks with the practiced hand of a vampire ... quietly. Finally he came to a room that seemed completely enveloped in her psyche. He stepped to the window of the room and looked inside. There he saw a doctor consulting with a somewhat bemused patient. It wasn't Harte. He turned around to walk away, but was once again overcome by her presence. Behind him. He turned around again. The only thing behind him was the door to the room he had just glanced into. He stepped back to the window and watched, listening in. He heard the doctor mention Harte's name.

He quietly opened the door, silently as a vampire is able to do, closed it and stood behind and to one side of the doctor.

"I'll check the records for you. Meanwhile you have a good rest."

Dr Kohl was oblivious to new arrival, but as he turned to leave, he saw a stranger in the room.

"Excuse me, who are you? This a private ward."

*Harte's eyes widened and filled with hope. She stood from her bed and ran up a bit behind the doctor*

"Jackson! Thank God Jackson..it's me, Harte it's me!"

*She spoke so fast as she laid a hand on her chest.*

"Please Jackson believe me, you have to believe me!"

*Her voice was on the edge of weeping. She dearly needed someone to believe her words, and Jackson was her last hope...*

Jackson first heard the good doctor address him and was about to answer when the young woman ran around and stood facing him. He turned his attention immediately to her. After she spoke to him Jackson quietly answered the doctor.

'My name is Jackson. And as you can see, your patient knows me well. Please excuse us for a moment.' The doctor reluctantly stepped back, not leaving the room, and gave them a modicum of privacy.

As Jackson was speaking he took in the sight of the woman he did not recognize in the body, but knew very well contained the spirit of Harte, his beloved. How this could have happened was not a complete surprise to Jackson. He had, after all, suffered through her loss of memory some time before. The woman's body had been lacerated and some healing had already occurred. He put a finger to his lips, signaling Harte within the body to be silent. He scanned the room and hit on the chart with the admitted name on it.

Mrs. Rebecca Harmon.

In this time the lull in conversation was about to become uncomfortable, but Jackson had the information he needed. And one goal. Get Mrs. Harmon out of the hospital and to somewhere they could work to find Harte's body. Hopefully still alive. Jackson took the woman in his arms and hugged her warmly, in a fashion that was designed to avoid raising any suspicion in the doctor. He whispered very quietly in her ear.

'Follow my lead ...'

He released the hug, having to press to convince Harte in the body of Mrs. Harmon to let go.

'It's alright, Rebecca. You've had a terrible shock. It's left you confused and disoriented. The doctors and nurses here are only trying to help. Soon you will be healed enough to come back home. Now stay calm. I'll stay here with you for awhile and we can talk.'

He looked intently into those unrecognizable eyes, but failed in his attempt at kinesis. Yet he hoped the look of honest intent would calm her down. Jackson turned his attention back to the doctor. He probed the periphery of his mind and found the spot he needed to plant a thought ... a seductive persuasion. Standard fare for any vampire worth his blood.

'Thank you, Doctor, for your excellent care of Rebecca. Leave the room. We would appreciate a bit of privacy. Leave the room. I'll be sure to call you should a situation arise. Leave the room. I'll sit with her for half an hour or so, to help calm her down. Leave the room. Again, I thank you Doctor.'

Jackson's vampire eyes swelled as they remained locked on the Doctor's eyes. Jackson's charisma floating between them like a river.