Supernatural insanity (CreativeWriter x Victorian_Virtue)

[Tigan]

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...

 

[Tigan]

Although still in a drugged state, Tegan become noticeably distressed as the nun's caught and lifted her small frame from the bed. There was a strange fuzziness to her mind still from the reminents of the drug in her system, but the adrenaline that her intense fear was producing was quickly counteracting it.

As they descended the cold stairs to the drafty basement, Tegan was practically hysterical with fear as she knew what was coming. The pain had been so bad yesterday that she almost felt that she had left her body at one point. It was like she remembered looking down on her bound form, convulsing and screaming in agony despite the cloth bound wood piece they placed in her mouth.

By the time she was strapped to the bed, her pretty little face was wet with tears, and her nubile little body shook with her sobs beneath her flowing white nightdress.

She looked up at the Doctor pleadingly. "Please...I don't need it again...I can...r-remember more. I can almost entirely remember what he looks like! He has dark hair...and his skin is so pale. Please Doctor, it's coming back. Honestly it is. I c-can remember!" She pleaded.

 

[Tigan]

The almost perfect picture Tegan had in her mind of the creature was complete, expect for his eyes, however hard she tried to remember them, she simply could not bring them into focus.

She bearly had time to close her eyes to prepare for the shock when her entire body violently convulsed, and almost against her will she let out a high, bloodcurdling scream as pain seared through her entire body. When it stopped for a few seconds, she had barely time to scream "No!" when the second shock, much worse than before jolted and jerked her entire body.

Desperate, Tegan kept her eyes closed as she screamed descriptions in the short periods between the shocks, until finally they stopped, and her body collapsed, severely shaken and exhausted on the bed. Only when she felt him remove the head pieces did she finally open her eyes.

She looked at the sketch first, and what she saw made her feel sick. Like her stomach had broken apart into a million flapping butterflies. For the drawing she saw not only resembled the creature now perfectly formed in her memory, but also the very person who was holding it out for her to look at it.

Stunned, her breath caught in her throat as she stared up at the Doctor with a mixture of bewilderment, horror and absolute terror on her face.

 

[Tigan]

The effect of the drug was a complete shock to her system. She felt her breathing slow down to the point that felt that she was not breathing at all. Her chest did not rise and fall as it should have done, and she had lost complete control of her body. Was she dead? She had no idea. Yet she felt the Doctor's touch as he closed her eyes, and heard every word he said.

She should have been panicking, but her body could not even respond in that way. Her body was entirely cut off from her. Only her senses worked, and they were so confused. Was he going to bury her alive? Or kidnap her and kill her later? There would be no-one to help her as everyone who cared already believed her to be dead!

Her mind spun with a million possibilities of what could be about to happen to her. How strange it was to feel fear without panic. How utterly horrible to know there was not a thing she could do to stop him. Even as she heard his command to drive, and felt his hand on her body, she fought with everything she could to force some feeling into her body, any little part of it. But it was in vain. Worse still is that her body was growing deathly cold, for all intents and purposes it was mimicking the effects of death. She was suddenly struck with a horrifying thought that she could be stuck in this state forever.

 

[Tigan]

It took about an hour but Tegan's body began to slowly warm up again, and after tea her pulse began to get stronger. However, it wasn't until several hours later that the relaxant started to really wear off.

She felt herself begin to move her fingers first, then she started to become aware of movements in other parts of her body.

Half hour later she took a deep breath as her breathing capacities returned to normal, causing her chest to rise and fall in a soft rhymic motion once more. Slowly but surely, the colour came flooding back to the girl's pale cheeks, and her eyes began to flitter open.

Poor Tegan looked like she had been through hell already, and she looked every bit as scared and vulnerable as the first time he had seen her as a child.

Suddenly, her heart rate was off the scale as panic set in, but she still didn't have full control of her body yet. Her breathing quickened almost to the point of hyperventilation as she struggled to get up. But despite her efforts, her body did little more than tighten, strain, and shake with the effort.