Audio File GL001 (Transcript)

Recording GL001 starts to play. A man’s voice is heard first.
“Could you say your name for the recording?”
Next is the voice of a little girl, no older than 10. It’s not her voice that reveals her true age, but her tone. She’s very old.
“Genevieve LeGrande.”
The conversation moves back and forth.
“Okay, we’re going to record your responses for our records, ok?”
“Yes, Ok.”
“How old are you?”
“Umm… I don’t know… Really old.”
“According to our records, you were born 115 years ago.”
“Oh? Huh. Didn’t know it’s been that long.”
“Do you remember anything before you…”
“Before I became this? No… No, not much. Just living at home, my parents busy with work… The biggest thing I remember is the parties. The dresses, each one custom made for me. No such thing as a hand-me-down from my sister. My brother would play around, made sure no boys talked to me. He didn’t like the idea of me having a boyfriend, even with me so young.”
“How old were they?”
“My sister was… 7 years older than me. My brother, 4 years older.”
“What were their names?”
“… I don’t remember…”
“Maryanne II and Francois Jr.”
“Oh… That would make sense.”
“Do you remember changing?”
“No. All I remember is being at the festival. Maryanne was with her friends, Francois ran off somewhere… That’s all I remember.”
“They weren’t watching you?”
“They were supposed to. I begged Mom and Dad to go, but they were busy with a recent business deal. Mom and Dad told them to take me… I wonder if they even remember me. Are they still alive?”
“According to our information, they both passed away.”
“… Oh… Any children? Anyone with the LeGrande name?”
Paper shuffling
“Yes, a few. A Francois LeGrande V, a Michelle LeGrande, and a Nicole Herald.”
“Who are they in relation to me?”
“Francois is the father of Michelle. They are your grand nephew and great grandniece, respectively, from your brother. Nicole is your grandniece from your sister. Maryanne married a Jacob Herald, they had a son, Jacob Jr., who had a grandson Jacob and—”
“Ok, ok. This is… This is too much family to take in all at once, especially since I’ll never…”
An 8-10 second pause. Quietly stated:
“Did anyone ever take my name?”
More paper shuffling, a good 4-6 seconds of it.
“No, there has been no other Genevieve LeGrande, or nee Genevieve LeGrande, since you.”
“…Ok.”
“Tell me what you remember, after changing.”
“Immediately after, not much. As time went on, it was easier to remember. I stayed with a man who had me call him Uncle L. He told me he found me on the streets, eating rats. Eugh, rats are disgusting.”
“They are?”
“Small bodies means heat escapes faster. The blood gets cold quicker while feeding. I fed on those, at first. I wasn’t allowed to go near people until I could prove I can keep my composure around living Terran, remain a proper lady in the public eye.”
“A proper lady?”
“Mmhmm. We were still in Marechesste. For a little girl to act so improper would look bad upon her caretaker. A reputation was to be upheld, whether people knew you or not. It’s just the Marechesste way.”
“How long did you stay with this Uncle L?”
“… Maybe 2, 3 years? I remember him saying that I might be ready, that we would be going to a party. He escorted me in, and I quickly blended in with the crowd. I found a woman who thought I looked darling. She kept calling me her little pet, like I was a dog. I asked her to help me find the bathroom, and we pulled away from the party, to the upper floors. As soon as I knew we were far enough away… I fed on her.”
“Was she your first?”
“Yes. Uncle L told me that you always remember your first. When I was done, I hid her body and went to find Uncle L, but he was gone.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean he left me there. Alone. I guess he knew I was ready to be out and on my own.”
“What did you do from there?”
“I followed a pattern: Go to a different party every few nights, say my parents were already inside, attract someone there, pull them away from the party with an excuse, feed, hide the body, and leave.”
“Who were your victims?”
“A bunch of people. Most of the time, it was men… A lot of them were dirty, and they deserved to die.”
“How so?”
Genevieve’s tone gets dark.
“Good names hide bad people.”
Tone lightens a little.
“Fortunately, they never realized what I was until it was too late.”
“In our recent raid on Krayt Island, Griff—”
“Who’s that?”
“Grifftor… The big robot-looking guy.”
“Right, yes… Carry on.”
“Griff found some very old files about the original building on the island. One about a little girl being held?”
“Yes, that was me. As far as I knew, I was the only little girl there.”
“The file dates back 51 years.”
“Yes, sounds about correct. I slipped up, in Oisea*. The man that I attracted at the party had been tracking me for some time. He put something in my drink, so when we separated from the party…”
“He had you instead of you having him.”
A short pause
“By the time I woke up, I was already on the island. They said they were going to hold me for observation.”
“What did they do?”
“Nothing. They left me to my own, in a nice room, with furnishings and a comfortable bed. No windows, though. Lights always on. Every now and then, they’d bring something in— a toy, an animal to feed on, some aptitude and psychological tests. I was interviewed, much like right now. I just stayed there, lived… Comparatively well. Eventually, it got to where they encouraged me to request things from them. The first thing I asked for was a violin.”
“Why a violin?”
“I knew how to play from when I was with my family. At that point, I hadn’t touched a violin in over 50 years. I missed it. They followed my wishes, gave me a child’s violin. That first day or two, I played it for hours straight. I named it Le Charme Animé. Through my music, a piece of me went into the violin, and, in its own way, it came to life. We connected to each other. But a violin lacks the arms, legs, and face to keep company. So, I asked for a stuffed animal, something to double as a case for the violin.”
“That’s where the bear comes in.”
“My Teddy. Powered by the violin, and only mobile when the violin was inside, we would play games together. He was what I longed for, what I needed. He’s my best friend.”
“About 3 years later, there was a fire in the facility.”
“That was a terrifying time… One minute, I was playing Hide and Seek with Teddy, and the next, alarms were blaring, and my door was opened. I hadn’t stepped out of that room before then. Everyone was running around, panicking. I didn’t know where to go. I eventually found my way out of the building, ran to the docks, but I was too late. The evacuation ship sailed off without me.”
“Why did you go after it?”
“I never learned how to swim.”
“How did you survive with the building gone and no way off the island with no food?”
“There was food, it was just very scarce… First, it was the other people who didn’t make it off the island. I slowly picked them off, so as to not run out of food too quick. Then I had the rats…ugh, the rats to feed on once again. Luckily, they breed and reproduce fast, so as long as I left a male and female alive, I had food to survive… Not the most delicious, but things to survive off of.”
“What about the sunlight?”
“Not every part of the building collapsed. I was able to makeshift a little hut with what was left. Sure, the cover for the ceiling would blow off now and then, I’d get a burn or two, but I was okay.”
“How sensitive are you to sunlight?”
“I can stand being in the shadows on a sunny day, but direct sunlight starts to burn. I imagine my skin would be covered in 3rd degree burns in about 10 minutes.”
“No instantly turning to ash?”
“Just an urban legend. Wooden stakes do nothing. Crosses are child’s play. Holy water isn’t acid. Dead man’s blood is not poisonous.”
“What does harm you?”
“Now, if I told you, you’d know my weaknesses, wouldn’t you?”
Therapist chuckles
“I suppose so… But—”
Clears throat
“Back on topic. Our records state that construction restarted on the island about 3 years after the fire.”
“Yes, and then it went on forever. Of course, I wasn’t much help for that. When you’ve drank nothing but rat blood and have a want for human blood… Well, a few construction workers had accidents on the job.
“And so, the facility reopens.”
“Yes.”
“And you were put inside.”
“No.”
“No?”
“Mm-mmm. They didn’t know I was there. I figured all the files they had on me were destroyed in the fire.”
“So, what did you do?”
“I fed, of course.”
“On who?”
“The inmates. The guards always had lights and weapons with them. The inmates, the prisoners… They were easy pickings. In fact, the inmates had a name for me.”
“What, like a nickname?”
“The Phantom Wolf. Teddy would make a noise, like a howling, to distract the inmate, and I’d rip their throat out.”
“How could you be so… Giddy about it?”
“Because how many people can say they have a legend based off them? For over 30 years, I was there, taking people in the night. The guards, while they said they didn’t believe in me, would be grateful when a troublesome prisoner would be found dead the next morning. The fear stopped the prisoners from acting up.”
“What stopped you?”
“… The doctor finding me.”
“What doctor?”
“I don’t know. I never found out his name. But he was the doctor.”
“I imagine he wasn’t the good kind of doctor.”
A long pause. A small sniffle is heard. Genevieve sounds younger, more her physical age and less her actual age.
“I don’t remember much of what he did to me… Trying to remember hurts… And I don’t like what I remember…”
“I won’t pressure about it unless you’re ready to talk about it.”
A pause. Another sniffle is heard
“Let’s move on to your escape. We have the report from Captain Fenix— the leader of the group that found you— as to what happened, but we’d like to hear your side as well.”
“Well, I was in my cell, when suddenly the lights went out. It was my first time in darkness in 10 years, so I immediately worked on slipping into the shadows. I heard footsteps and a heartbeat, so I figured it was Andrew, the guard. Then I realized I heard 2 lighter sets of footsteps and only 1 heartbeat. I was confused. The door opened, I hid. I heard a voice call hello. I called back. One of them knew what I was. They thought I couldn’t hear them. They got me out of my cell, we saw another… Inmate… We moved to the others, and I met the other two. There was a fight, we got out, and I…”
“You produced waves of blood and washed them over your enemies.”
“I did?”
“Indeed, you did.”
“I didn’t know I can do that.”
“Any idea where it came from?”
“No…”
“I think that’s all the questions I have. We will meet up regularly in order to discuss your experiences on the field, any trauma you experience… That fair?”
“I suppose I lack a choice in the matter?”
“I have to hold these meetings, but you don’t have to speak if you don’t want to. You can just sit here for 10 minutes and leave.”
“Sounds dull.”
Therapist laughs
“It can be.”
“Can I bring Teddy?”
“Of course. Feel free to play music if you like. I’m a fan of classical works.”
“Alright.”
“See you next time.”
Recording stops

*Note: Oisea is a small port town in Marechesste. Pronounced Oh-Ah-See.

Audio File GL001 (Transcript)

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