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Marishka felt the dirt hit her foot and smiled grabbing it and leaning forward throwing one back at Fate aiming for her leg. "So much for concentration. Trying to see how many people you can hit with dirt?" She asked coving her face with her hair.

Marishka shrugged. "Its alright. I like it here. Peaceful. The dead are always better company then the living, alot more quiet." She stretched and patted the dirt beside her giving a nod towards it. "Better listners too, you don't have to say anything and yet they still unserstand."

Marishka stood and looked over at Fate. "Would you like me to leave you to your concintrating or is it alright for me to stay and bother you?"

Marishka laughed some. "Intresting things to say? I never have anything intresting to say... I just say what is on my mind." She walked over to Fate and sat infront of her crossing her legs some. "I don't know... but it sure is fun to bother you." She chuckled and stretched her eyes gleaming with intrest as she looked Fate over. "So whats you story?"

"Well, you have some deep thoughts then. I would certainly have a complex if I were to enter your mind, as I have others." She nodded certainly as Marishka walked over. Fate scooted back abit to provide more room. "What do you mean when you say, "my story", I wonder? There's plenty to me..It's all in your information thirst." She flashed her fangs intently.

Fate just sat silently, nodding as she had experienced these things all before. "I know..I've always loved the night. Then again.." Fate pondered, "..I've always been a child of the night." Sighing softly, she continued to keep intent as Mariska spoke.
Nodding some, she had a slightly quizzical look. Her mind was not as tormented as a normal nightwalker's should seem. There had not been anything in her past to haunt her for more than a year or so. She told Marishka this.
As she continued to speak, Fate thought about all these things that were being named. A solemn look spread over her face. "I have never really felt true love, and I have never really loved. Torture is simply walking this earth. But it is like I said before, I've never been haunted with 'demons', figuratively speaking. Pain would probably have come as a child and teenager. Two different sources; That's a different story. " Fate closed her eyes for a moment as to seal everything from flooding out. When she opened them again, they were dullened. "Sex? Ah yes..I've heard talk of it. Not letting anyone get too close to you can take away on some of life's great pleasures..You know?" A weak smile crossed her lips.
Leaning back, she crossed her legs. "Pain. In my lifetime, I have only experienced two kinds..unless there are more. When I was a child, a mortal found me in an alleyway. She brought me home and I lived with her as a secret. No one knew I existed, and she didn't know why I was so strange. Over the long years in that apartment, she aparently observed me. When I became a literate teenager, I found her journal and eight volumes on Vampiric behavior." She winced abit, as the memories cut some part of her. "..And I read. Apparently, she didn't really completely care about me. She was a hunter, or a one in training. Yes, that's probably it. Her name was Jayde..Jayde Mydnite." Fate pulled out her dagger and stroked the leather handle. She then handed it to Marishka, pointing to the initials JM, just as they were on her twin blades as well. "I'm not sure what Jayde planned to do to me. She named me Fate in the beliefe that I was brought in fate. A month afterwards.." the gleam in her eyes was burnt out, "..I ran away leaving nothing but a blood stained note. I climbed aboard a ship and headed for New York. There, I met a teacher..." Fate ran fingers through her own hair. "Need I go on?," speaking in a willing tone.

Nodding, Fate was about to continue. She felt a deep, sad lonliness inside Marishka. Without any of her own powers, she could feel the blade of life cutting through her as deeply as she felt in Marishka. A tear grew in her eye, but she fought it back as she continued.
"I explained to the lady, after much time of coming to know her, how I was a vampire. She said she knew all too well..it bothered me. I also told her how I did not know of my bloodline. The woman told me I was pure. Though my powers weren't keen at the time, I knew my senses were telling me something was different about this person. Upon arriving to New York, she took me in and helped me better understand my powers. After a few years of training, she believed I was ready to be out on my own. It was a true shock when she told me she knew all about my life back in Tokyo, as if she had been watching me for all that time. Of course, I very reluctantly believed her. She eventually slipped away to do more teaching for the other children of the night like me. I hold a firm thought that she was an Elder of all races." Fate shrugged, nodding to herself. "May be a silly thought, but it makes sense to me."

Fate stopped, smiling a step to warmly. Reaching out, she patted Marishka's arm. "I'm finished." Her eyes softened, and all this was very out of her character. "May I now ask about your demons, dear?"

The story of Marishka's life tore Fate up inside. The pain of all those memories flooded to Fate. She winced, reading the rest of the story. Fate had never experienced a pain like this. It seemed unnatural. Then again, Marishka had led to believe that she was once human. Fate took in every bit of it, never knowing of true mortal emotions. Pain cut deep into her.
"It sounds like a terribly distrought story." Shaking her head some, she glanced up at the grieving figure. "I think I may second guess what happens next, but you can tell me. Don't feel like you have to. If you don't wish to say it out loud, with your consent, I'll know before you look up at me again." Fate's eyes were so soft and gray upon this creature in so much agony. She wanted to help, but what can one do? She could read memories, not erase them.