Jennifer Sanders was a young girl raised with a righteous sense of justice. The girl graduated from the University of Washington in Seattle, having studied criminal law. After going through the police academy, she became an officer and got to work. Her parents were supportive of her endeavors as she went through the trials of pain- both physically and mentally. Little did they know what darkness drove her.. and where that darkness would lead her to.
Having grown up with her sister (and later younger brother), Jen already had what she needed to grow. Her father worked in the fire station, and mother was an OBGYN at the local hospital. Jen and her sister, Sarah, grew with all the trials and tribulations that life could throw at them. While Sarah was the weaker of the two, Jen had been taught and raised to protect her younger sister with all her might. Several occasions she would be sent home from school for getting into fights with those who were bullying and taunting Sarah. Though the darkness began to fester, when her (Jen's) high school sweet heart raped her. It ended with charges being pressed, as the young girl did not want him to do it to others, or get away with his actions. Many people would go on to harass her and call her a liar seeking attention. Much of the harassment led to her stepping to the edge of suicide. Jennifer's sister having been the one to find her after an attempt on overdosing of antidepressants. It would take time, but she would recover from the negativity that had led her down the path.
Jennifer spent most of her college years balancing school, work, and her mental health. She would have regular therapy sessions to help keep the suicidal and depressive thoughts at bay. She saved up what money she could from her part time job while her parents helped put her through college. It was a struggle, but she made it out the other side.
Soon the young Jennifer would step into the world and begin training at the police academy. Though was in constant avoidance of any romantic advances. Despite her rather rough demeanor, she found good friends and continued in her career.
Then came the masquerade.
A wandering vampire by the name of Jack Miller had crossed her path, and entangled her future. The ragged Malkavian had been caught feeding in a local park, and the young policeman had been his finder.. and later keeper. The rules of the masquerade were clear: Don't get caught. And he got caught hard. With a lot of begging and talking, the man had managed to convince the young woman to not take him in and let him explain. Having taken his victim home to rest, she spent much time on the drive home, letting him ramble about vampires and why she couldn't tell anyone. Reasonably, she was skeptical but couldn't find any logical reason to explain the marks and blood she had seen. Soon she brought the man into her home, though remained wary of him and his purpose. Once off her shift, she had returned home, spending most of the night talking to the stranger to try and gauge what would happen. He was vague and flighty- for who's sake, neither knew.
The long chat had allowed her to lower her guard, and upon day break, she had come to accept the truth as he slept and it was nothing short of corpse-like. Most of the day had given her time to consider her new situation, often reaching for the phone only to put it back on the nightstand. She wasn't sure what to make of reality. She slept for the remainder of the day, only to be awoken in the evening when Jack had asked for her help. He had been given a task by the Malkavian Elders, and wanted someone to watch his back. News had stirred of missing asylum mates and guards. The two left for the home of an Elder that had gone silent, and they were met with horror. The Elder had broken the rules and sired many new Malkavians with no guidance. Frenzied, several had attacked Jack and lunged for Jen. The young human had shot and stopped the insane vampires and that's when they had found the Elder. Stuck in slumber, a stake through his chest. They freed the Elder, then grabbed the semi-sane new blood before fleeing. The Elder frenzied with thirst for blood. The trio escaping death by a thread. The darkness closing in on her future.
The inmate they had recovered was merely known as John Doe. He held no memory of who he was before his asylum imprisonment. The maddening voices he heard left him weary and shaken, but Jack and Jen had carefully brought him home with the promise that Jack would get him help. That was when the hatred for the Camarilla began. John slept out on the couch, and Jack- having been hurt and needing blood, had drank from a shaken Jennifer. He calmed her and the two slept until she had work the next day. When dusk fell and she returned home, she found it in disarray as the two boys were acting like children. Fighting and running from the other. John didn't want to go to the Elders for the visions he saw foretold his demise. Jenny, having had enough ordered them both to clean up the mess before she snagged John and sent them off to the elders. She went to sleep and awaited the news. It was grim. Jack returned and awoke her, informing her of what had happened. The clan had killed John for being sired without permission. The seed of hatred began to plant. Jack had also been given orders from his senior and close friend. Turn her into a ghoul or kill her.
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