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[Location: Ireland 0200 local time]
"Spread out! I want every last inch of this bog searched, we are not leaving until we're find that box!" Fury commanded, watching as his S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, armed with flashlights began scouring the foggy bog in their search for the fabled coffin.
"Think we'll find her?" Agent Coulson asked, standing next to Fury.
"I damn hope so." Was his only reply.
It was hours before there was a shout, "Commander Fury! We found it!"
In the shallows of the bog, was a now half buried and decaying coffin, the hilt of a rusty sword impaling the lid and sticking out the other side. They carefully pulled the coffin from the mud and murky water and moved it to more solid ground as Fury and Agent Coulson came to see the coffin and its contents.
As they began to pull the sword from the coffin, there was a snap as the blade broke away at the hilt. They placed it to the side and began to remove the lid to unveil you residing in the wood, the broken rusty blade protruding out from your chest. Your hair, long and unkempt curled around your head with the vines the bog planted around your resting form and your clothes tattered and ragged from the waters still clung to your graying body if only by threads. You looked ethereal and demonic with your hands wrapped around the blade, fingertips stained black and your head thrown back, mouth open in an agony filled silent scream, fangs flared and eyes shut tight.
"There she is, the 'grim reapers mistress'." Fury breathed, "Get her ready for transport, I want her in a secure location when she wakes up. And don't remove that blade, we don't want to wake her early." There was a chorus of 'yes sir's as they started to move your body from the coffin and placing you onto a stretcher and covering you with a blanket as your clothes were not in the best condition. They were careful not to move the still embedded sword in your chest as they placed you in a van. Despite the fact that there were dozens of pairs of eyes on you thought the transport it was a surprise when no one noticed your hand and fingers twitch as you silently became aware of your surroundings.
And your hunger began anew.