It was like white noise. Buzzing in the back of her mind, washing over her nearly drowning her at first, but now it was easy enough to ignore, let it settle within the back of her mind. These dreams of the Kine that touch her every night. She had not yet slept near enough to other Kindred for her to be affected by them, and doesn't know if she wishes too until the blood of her sire grows in strength. She cannot even dance through dreams of her own choosing yet. The young sandman knows that she wishes to grow in strength and discover just how wonderful liberating the strength of her blood can grant her, while paradoxically terrified at what lay at the end of that journey. What she knows will be her end.

-waking to find Hades' ashes-

Nell walks this path on the nights she would attend Elysium, it is an indulgence, a pattern and a routine.

Nell hesitates at the back gate of a one story family home. A bungalow, she thought they were called. A slim hand is already reaching for the gate lock. The blue-green of her hair had caught someones attentions, she knew because the thought-the dream pierced through the white noise. Unlocking the gate, she stalks forward titling her head in a manner reminiscent of a bird of prey. She is entirely focused upon the window of this family's grown son. Hunger stirring within, as she draws closer she hears his moans.

She knocks on the window, feeling entirely inhuman as she studies the silhouette of the man as he wakes to see her sweet face beckoning him outside.

The Alucinor feels entirely like a siren luring this witless sailor out of the house and into her grasp.

Her sailor's eyes are still sleep fogged as he stumbles down the back stairs, to him this will only be a dream Nell thinks-knows, as she draws him close enough for her fangs to descend, piercing his flesh, and smirks, knowing how wonderful this moment is.