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 Kira Thrace portrayed by Unknown |
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My name is Kira. I am a 28 year old former dancer. From the time I was old enough to watch m.t.v. dance has been everything to me. I always dreamt of one day going to Julliard. It’s like the best of the best, after all, isn’t it? What dancer doesn’t want to go to Julliard? Seriously. I grew up mostly in the streets of Chicago. My mom was around but my dad took off when I was way young. Probably even before I was born. Mom worked all the time though and with no one to keep a kid in line, they do things. Get into trouble.
I wasn’t terrible really. I had a fake ID when I was about twelve though and I went to clubs and man did I dance! I love all types of dance but I was probably about sixteen when I found ballet. It was like watching angels flit across the stage. I was hooked from that moment on. I worked so hard and I finally got into the Chicago Multi-Cultural Dance Center. They basically tried to get kids off of the street and teach them about something other than drugs and gangs and getting knocked up or killed.
So anyway by the time I graduated high school I was getting really good at dancing. I went to work at a little coffee shop while I worked on trying to save up and put away money for Julliard. I wanted desperately to get there and I just knew I was good enough to make it. It took a few years but finally I had the money to make the move to New York. I got a little apartment that basically smelled like a dirty jock strap and looked about as bad and once again I found a job at a little café and started working on trying to save up money and score myself an audition for Julliard.
Money did not treat me well at all and neither did New York. My apartment was broken into on my very first week in it. I wasn’t even unpacked yet. They pretty much unpacked everything for me and made off with most of it. Including the roll of money I had stored under the lid of the toilet tank. Luckily I had only part of it stored in that location. I had lived in that sort of neighborhood my whole life. Still, it set me back some.
A few more years of saving working every spare moment I could get them to give me at the café and I still just barely scraped by, putting just a little more away each paycheck. It seemed like I was never going to reach my goal. So when I was about 26, I finally gave in and decided to try finding a room-mate. I was lucky. The girl I found was great. We got along so well. We became best friends very quickly. She was a dancer also but she had gone a route that I wasn’t willing to go. Or at least I hadn’t been until I realized that my meager wages at the café were never going to pay my way into Julliard or the higher scale dance studios that I wanted to join.
She finally talked me into trying my hand at exotic dancing. I am so ashamed that I ever even considered it, let alone actually did it! It was for one night only. One night and never again. I guess I did good. Maybe too good. There was a guy who followed me to the bus stop that night and it scared me to death. It took a while but I finally got over it. I had thought that it was just a one time thing and I was just overly freaked out because I had danced that night. It was almost a year later when I began to get notes under my door. Photos in my mail slot… photos of me.
I knew that something was wrong. Very wrong, but I didn’t know how bad it was until it was too late. It was close to winter time and I had been invited by a friend to go to a showing of Nutcracker in Boston. Several of us were off work for a week for the holidays and we thought a joint road trip would be great. I ended up having some car trouble and I was late. I called to let them know that I was running behind and that I would just meet them at the motel later on once I got the car fixed. I wasn’t –about- to miss that show.
In reality, what happened next was all because of my own stupidity I guess. I was about a mile out past the last gas station when the car decided to break down. I didn’t pay any attention to who was following behind me or anything and when someone pulled over right away I was just too grateful to even consider anything else. When he told me that I was going to have to buy a new belt for the car, I didn’t know what to do. I knew my friends were already ahead of me and the car had already been acting up. So when he offered me a ride, I didn’t think twice. I just took it. Look before you leap, my mamma always said. Too bad I never listened to her.
Things began to get weirder and weirder. He kept passing up places where he could have turned around to get back to town. The first few spots, I didn’t say anything about… but when he continued to pass very obvious turn-around spots, I began to get scared. I was sort of frozen for a few minutes but then I finally asked him why he wasn’t turning around. That’s the last thing I remember before I woke up in the woods with the guy trying to tie me to a tree. I’m pretty flexible. A lifetime of ballet does that to a girl, after all. I managed to get out of his grasp and I found a huge broken tree limb and I swung it like I was playing for the cubs and trying to hit a home run. I expected the tree limb to break his head, not the other way around. Another error on my part, but then again how could I have known?
I don’t know if it was the breaking of the tree limb over his head and him not even falling down that really flipped the switch in my brain or if it didn’t actually click until he turned and I saw those eyes and that look of murder in them. The way the pupils changed right before my eyes and the sounds. Sounds that I had expected to hear when I hit him with that club. I remember hearing this sound like a siren going off as I started to run. I actually jumped clear over the guy and just started running deeper and deeper into the woods. It wasn’t until later that I realized that sound was me screaming.
I gave it my best and it took a couple of minutes for him to catch me. I think I was a lot faster and more agile than he expected me to be. I’m fairly small of build so getting in and out of the trees while running was easier for me than for him. He finally caught me though. I don’t remember much about that night. I remember a lot of sharp pains and the smell of blood. I dream about it all the time. It’s there every time I close my eyes. The sound of his voice growling at me. It didn’t sound human. I just remember that the voice said that I cooperate or I die. Then things went black again.
It must have been days before I finally woke up in the motel with my friends surrounding me. Somehow I’d been patched up but I felt like hell. We cut the week short and went home early. I was sort of in and out for the first few days. At the time I found it really odd but my roommate had her boyfriend watching over me like some sort of fretting mother hen. I found it strange that I had never been allowed to meet him before that time. Although now I understand why.
About a week after we got home, I started feeling better. I thought that my wounds were healing and everything was going to be alright but within a few hours I started having a wild fever. I really can’t remember much about it but I found out later that my roommate’s boyfriend was a shifter and he cared for me when my roomie was at work then he searched for information to see if he could figure out who had attacked me. He finally managed to get a lead and a little before the full moon, a couple members of the local pard came by and took me away.
It was a miserable time for me. Most of it is a fog but I know I had a hell of a time trying to learn to control myself. I was angry at the way it had all happened. About a month after the pard took me I received a letter from Julliard informing me that I had been accepted. Finally my dream had come true but I wasn’t able to go and live it. I was angry. I am still angry. I’ve learned to control myself for the most part. I don’t forget anymore. I don’t forget what happens when the moon rises and shines full and beautiful for three straight days. There’s something in that, I suppose.
I was terrified at first. Terrified of the pard that was trying to help me. Terrified of what I had become. Terrified that anyone might possibly find out what I am. It’s been a year now and I still have trouble controlling the shifts when the nightmares come. It didn’t take long for the pard to find him… the one who’d done this to me… and they were forced to put him to death. It seems that he had gone rogue and could no longer be controlled. It’s odd that I still have nightmares. I still dream that he’s coming for me.
I had missed my Christmas trip to Boston and with the permission of my raj, I decided to go back to Boston. With my dreams of Julliard crushed and gone forever, there isn’t anything for me in New York anymore. I thought about going back home to my mother but she would never understand. The first order of business? Request a meeting with Boston’s raj and request permission to stay and try to pick up the pieces and make a life for myself.
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Alpha
| Name | Nickname | Position | Current Thoughts and Feelings |
| Gabriel | …….. | Nimir-Raj | He seems like a nice guy trying to seem like he isn't. He listened to me when I tried to help him though. Will he act on my suggestions? Who knows. |
| Julian | …….. | …….. | …….. |
Beta
| Name | Nickname | Position | Current Thoughts and Feelings |
| Auranna | …….. | …….. | …….. |
| Ahikam | …….. | …….. | …….. |
| Bill | Playboy | …….. | His antics are funny. If only his only motivation wasn't just to get in my pants. |
| Crystal | …….. | …….. | We got off to a bumpy start. She seems nice enough though and she seems to forgive and forget. |
| Jason | …….. | Raj's Lover | I don't know what to think of him yet. He didn't seem too happy with Gabe's offer to let me sleep with them when I have my nightmares. I don't think I should impose. |
