The Rebel Faction

He was offering his assistance, for that she was grateful, but she wasn't too sure how much he could help her.

"I would like my memory back for one..." she said, "But I am being unrealistic there I think...unless you have some magic way of restoring memory loss." She let out a half hearted laugh.
"A bed to sleep in...would be nice though...at least for a night. I don't want to be a burden...especially since I'm on a...limited diet..."

A part of her warned that he could be one of 'them' and was leading her into a trap, but she shook off those thoughts, thinking them silly. She didn't get any bad impressions at all from him and for once...just once...she felt she could trust someone.

The telepathic message did frighten her at first, but the fear passed quickly. The revelation however got her mind working overtime. He if could send messages to people telepathically, what else was he capable of? He very well could help her remember more...maybe even...cure her? It seemed all too good to be true, but she wasn't about to past up the possibility of becoming normal again...and get back what life she had before.

"Yes." she said, raising to her feet. "I am willing. The less time I am stuck like this the better..."

The telepathic speech did unnerve her, but she figured that that was his method of communication she will have to live with it. She was bit disappointed that he couldn't promise a cure, but any help she was grateful for right now. She thought a moment, trying hard to remember anything about the ones that changed her into what she was.

"I remember nothing of the time before I woke up in the junkyard." She said thinking a bit more, thinking maybe something she might have seen in the junkyard may be a clue. "The junkyard itself though...had a lot of what looked like android parts and various other machinary. I don't remember off hand any specific symbols of any companies that may have been on the junk though.

"It was garbage dump as well, for there was a lot of general trash there...some of it marked as bio-harzardous. Something hospitals and the like would dump I think. There were humanoid scavangers that raided the place as well, one of them was my first meal. Most of the ones I saw were human and they had to be from off planet, for they all had ships: I was able to escape that planet by stowing away on one of them. I wish bothered to find out what planet that was on..." After a brief pause she added. "I believe memories do come to me when I sleep,...but I forget them again as soon as I wake up. The only thing I do remember about them is the pain and fear I must have felt during the process that turned me into..." She held both her hands out in front of her, a look of disgust on her face. "This."

As she stared at her hands, something in her mind started to surface. Immediately she mentally reached for it, but it slipped through her mental fingers and disappeared back into the abyss that was currently her mind. She scowled: she had a feeling that was an important one that just eluded her...

She was a bit disappointed that what she was able to recall didn't help him help her any, but she figured what she described could probably match just about 'any' junkyard in the galaxy. In time, she knew, she will remember more and perhaps aid him in assisting her. She had to be patient.

She was hesitant at first to enter the car, more out of shame at being one who was so dirty to be getting into such a nice vehicle then anything else, but got in after a moment. She had to stoop a bit as she got in, the car being not quite made for one her height, but it didn't turn out to be too uncomfortable for her: it was nice to sit on something soft for once after all.

As she waited for him to get in himself, she asked the one question she probably should've asked before getting in the car. "Why are you helping me anyway?" She asked, curiously. "No one has bothered before now..."

She blinked in confusion at the glass...which hadn't been there a moment before: this guy had some unusal abilities indeed.

"It's not that I don't have a taste for other things besides blood..." she said, her eyes downcasting to the floor of the car. "It's that I am physically unable to consume anything else but blood. Many times, during my roaming I would pass by resturants and bakeries, smelling the food there. Alot of the smells are familiar and I can remember what some of the foods had tasted like. I know I've had such foods before...but I can't eat them now, my body rejects it as soon as consume them."

She sighed and glanced out the window, watching the many buildings and other vehicles zip by in a blurr. "I long to be normal..." She said softly.