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Post by Ventia on May 26, 2015 8:16:57 GMT -5
Fallyn sat down at the dinner table wearing only one large shirt that belonged to Heathen. The man in question had finally fell asleep after many hours of being cooped up in his cave. Well, it wasn't really a cave. It was a little shed built next to the house but Fallyn enjoyed calling it a cave. It was Heathen's man cave. She often teased him about it.
She stared down at the patch of paper that was still attached to the notebook. She smiled, their wedding was coming soon. She still had to find the perfect spot though. She was planning on roaming the pack lands today, knowing that she wanted the wedding somewhere here because it was just too beautiful. She had wanted to go with Heathen today but he was out like a log so she felt bad at even the thought of waking him. Plus, it wouldn't be too bad. Maybe she would keep the location a secret from her husband to be. It would be more entertaining that way.
Well, she was keeping lots of secrets. Like her dress. And her plans for the night after they got married. But so was he. After all, he refused to tell her where the honeymoon was located. No matter how many times she begged or tortured him. His lips were closed.
Smiling to herself, Fallyn let the pen dance along the paper, telling Heathen that to not worry, that she was just taking a stroll and that she'd be back before dinner. She doubted that he'd even be awake in the time it took for her to return but sometimes Heathen worried too much and seeing as how she broke her phone just a few days ago, there was no other way of communication.
She moved back to the bedroom, silent as to not wake her hubby up and quickly dressed. Taking her purse and her camera, she closed the door as quiet as possible and started to walk.
Three hours in, she finally found the spot. It was a beautiful place, sort of like a hill but higher up in the sky. But that wasn't why she loved it. She loved it because it overlooked the lake where Heathen first met Fallyn in her wolf form. It was a beautiful sight and Fallyn sat down by the edge of the cliff and stared down at the water which seemed to twinkle and shine under the sun's radiance.
Fallyn laid back on the warm grass, smiling to herself and breathing deeply. She felt happy. She was finally at the place where she wanted to be. She was getting married to the man that she loved. And...Fallyn smiled wickedly, rubbing her stomach. She was pregnant. She had found out one week ago. She had went to one of the healers and they confirmed it. She already knew what she would name the baby. Abby. Yes, she was convinced that it was a girl. She believed it with all her might.
But, it was going to be a secret until the wedding night. She couldn't wait to see the look in Heathen's eyes when she told him that he was going to be a daddy. She really couldn't wait. She could just imagine how excited he would be. She could imagine him waking up early and making pancakes for two instead of just her. She could imagine the dedicated that he would put into designing the baby's room. She could imagine all the pictures that he would draw for her. She imagined everything and it was the most beautiful thing for her.
Life.
Fallyn was so grateful to be living and to be loved by the man who was her everything. She was so grateful for the baby that was growing inside her belly. She was grateful for the happiness that this Pack granted her. For the love that Heathen gave her without hesitation. For everything. She was grateful to life.
Smiling, Fallyn continued to rub lazy circles against the skin of her stomach, staring at the beautiful blue sky and wondering how she got so lucky. Wondering how she could be so happy to be alive with all her friends and her family and her husband and her coming daughter. She didn't know why but she was grateful nevertheless.
Humming to herself, Fallyn sat up, it had progressed to four hours and even though Fallyn was certain that Heathen wouldn't be awake after an all nighter, she wanted to go back to his side, cuddle next to him and watch as he slept. She smiled at the picture. "You're going to love daddy, little Abby." Fallyn whispered lovingly to her stomach and then used one hand to get up.
The world shifted.
Fallyn tried leaning back but she was always a slow reactor. She wasn't attuned to her senses normally unless she wanted to. Heathen always scolded her about it. But when she was in the Pack, she forgot about danger. How could there be danger in such a beautiful place like this?
She clutched her stomach protectively, tears filling her eyes as gravity did its job and pushed her down and down. She stared with a blurry gaze at the beautiful blue sky as wind rushed past her. She wished...she wished...
Fallyn closed her eyes, mentally imagining Heathen. Brown hair, soft chocolate brown eyes, a modest body....but the most kindest heart ever. She remembered him sleeping and wished...she wished she didn't keep their baby a secret from him.
But maybe...maybe it was better this way. At least with this...he need not mourn after his unborn child as well. Fallyn smiled at the blue sky and sent a prayer upwards, begging the gods to protect Heathen and watch over him. Her last thought before she collided against the rough surface of the ground was that she regretted not being able to see her little Abby. But then darkness came and Fallyn couldn't bring herself to care anymore.
Her body was never found. The only thing left of Fallyn Caine-Taryn in the New Dawn's lands was a puddle of her blood and a trail heading off to the forest. Whether or not, the drop killed her or animals finished the job, it is not known. The only thing known is that she was gone, leaving only a letter behind.
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Post by Ventia on May 20, 2016 3:51:34 GMT -5
She was sitting at the foot of the bed, the cozy interior of her room bought a certain warmth of familiarity. She glanced towards the wall of the bedroom, staring at the varying books. Rising from the bed, she made her way towards the bookshelves and plucked one worn leather book off of the rack. It opened but all it showed was blank pages. Fallyn frowned down at the book but before she could wonder why she had a blank book, the sound of laughter and childish giggles erupted from beyond her door.
Slowly, her face still turned towards the joyful sounds, Fallyn placed the book away-its contents or lack of now forgotten. She walked closer to the sounds, passing a lamp that in reality shouldnt existed anymore before she was out in the living room. The first thing she saw was strands of long flowing red hair and a purple bow attached. Her gaze moved up until it rested on her lover, with his warm brown eyes and soft brown hair. He was grinning down at the young girl as he spoke, causing her to giggle at whatever he was saying.
Warmth built up in her and Fallyn made her way closer to the pair, reaching out her pale white hand until her fingers brushed the curly locks of red. The girl turned, big and bright brown eyes that were a replica of Heathen's stared up at her as a wider smile filled her face.
"Mom!" Her voice sounded like the average happy child and for Fallyn, it was everything she wanted and more. Yet as she stared down at her daughter, Fallyn couldnt help but feel something was amiss. That something was...off about her child. Fallyn tried to force the idea away and was going to do just that when she felt tears cloud up her gaze. She rubbed her eyes, laughing a bit to herself, but the tears didnt stop.
"What's wrong?" Heathen's voice pulled her attention away from her daughter and she stared up at him, forcing herself to stop crying so that she could daze up into the eyes of her husband. For a few moments, she finally settled and she did just what she wanted to, which was stare. Fallyn took comfort in his seemingly common features and most importantly, his eyes. They calmed her down and Fallyn ended up smiling softly at him, about to tell him that she was fine until she glanced down and saw just what he was making. Or in reality-what he wasnt.
"Pancakes?" Fallyn asked, glancing around.
"I wasnt in the mood for them, omelets sounded better. Why?"
Fallyn shook her head, "No reason, just.." That feeling of oddity filled her once more and for the second time she felt her eyes well up. Fallyn didnt understand why she was acting like this, she must have seemed like a fool to her family but she couldnt describe the feeling of wrongness as she stared down at the two most important people in her life.
Her head started to pound and Fallyn pressed a hand to her temple, closing her eyes briefly to the scene of her husband and child. A flash of a memory filled her mind, the sound of a high pitch scream-a scream that she knew with no proof belonged to a boy. Her brain pulsed once more, almost pushing the memory aside. Fallyn gasped, opening her gaze to stare at the confused yet worried stares of her loved ones.
"Where is..."
"Where is what?" Heathen's calming voice asked her but for some reason it wasnt exactly the same as she was used to.
Fallyn narrowed her gaze, trying to cling on to that memory of a scream. As she spoke, her voice was hushed as if she was realizing what she was saying for the first time. "Not 'what', but 'who'."
"Mommy," The voice of her daughter-Abby-caused Fallyn to ignore the scattered thoughts in her head and she forced a smile on her face. Abby smiled back and made a motion with her hands for Fallyn to come down. Fallyn did, bending down and getting on eye-to-eye level with Abby.
"You're remembering." Abby's voice lost its childish tune to it and soon, warm brown eyes shifted to black. "Im afraid, I cant have that happen." Abby smiled softly to herself, bringing her hand up to touch Fallyn's face gently. "You see, I have plans for your body and you need to stay here in this ridiculous fantasy life of yours. Ive tried to be nice by recreating those you hold dear to you but you keep questioning my work." Abby sneered, rolling her eyes as she stared around the room.
"Well anyday now and i'll finally get my hands on you. Until then, I'll continue to humor you with your desire for a family. Even though you've already been left behind. Hated so much by a son to the point that he decided to forget all about you and your lover already running off with another woman. Some family huh. Shouldnt you just move on, Fallyn? you'd be happier if you just let go completely. Once you do, you'd be able to live in a realm where anything is possible. You wont even know it's all fake."
Abby brushed her finger against Fallyn's frozen cheek, wiping away the silent tears that had accumalated during her speech. "Say yes and this will be your life-you'll never get hurt because your life will go exactly as you wanted-long and full of joy. Sound's like a plan yes?"
"...No." She had a son. Fallyn closed her eyes, sending a silent prayer above for someone to always be watching over her son. Heathen was still alive. Thank God. Fallyn felt the tears roll down her cheeks but this time, she was completely and utterly happy that at least-they were living.
"Eh. Oh well. You're still going to rot away in this place. I'll just be patient until the time comes where you lose yourself in this fantasy and finally let go of your attachment of your reality." Abby touched Fallyn's forehead and soon all Fallyn saw was darkness.
She was sitting at the foot of the bed, the cozy interior of her room bought a certain warmth of familiarity. She glanced towards the wall of the bedroom, staring at the varying books. Rising from the bed, she made her way towards the bookshelves and plucked one worn leather book off of the rack. It opened and she saw the cover of one of her favorite novels written by Jane Austen. Fallyn was smiling when the sound of laughter and childish giggles erupted from beyond her door, taking her attention away from the classic novel in her hands.
She turned towards the joyful sounds and eased the book back in its rightful spot before moving out of her bedroom and into the living room, where the aroma of pancakes filled the air. Fallyn couldnt help but think, all was right at the sight of her beloved family.
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Post by Ventia on Oct 1, 2016 12:56:38 GMT -5
What was happening to Fallyn was something that she couldn't stop even if she wanted to. It was something that she shouldn't attempt to stop either, for if she managed to stop the demon inside of her, then Fallyn would die. There was little to no percentage of Fallyn surviving on her own anymore. The only thing that was keeping her alive was the being that was formed out of a fallen's blood. After all, when a angel is cast out of gods grace, it isn't any better than the average demon. Matter of fact, some would say that they were worst.
Fallyn had that inside of her. It wanted total control of her body. Wanted to become something more-something bigger than what it was-which was a shard of its host who was named Clara. But with all the time that Fallyn had been in a coma, that shard was very close to having what it wanted. Control. It wanted Fallyn to become the shard and to take her place. To not just have full control of the reins during Fallyn's fantasies that the being created but to have complete control of Fallyn once they woke up. It wanted free will so it could wreck havoc in its trail. So it kept Fallyn in her fairytale world-tweaking it here and there whenever Fallyn was started to remember the truth-and waited patiently until she got it right and when Fallyn lost herself to the fairytale and would believe it to be true, then she would strike.
She would take complete and utter control of Fallyn and wake them up, but in a way, Fallyn would still be in that fairytale deep deep inside her head. Her conscious would be gone and that left the body open-and she would be right there to take control and finally live the life she wanted to.
That was what was happening to Fallyn and no one could really help her without killing her. Sadly, the being was the only thing that kept Fallyn breathing. If the being left, Fallyn wouldn't have the life force in her to live by herself. She relied on the being and likewise, the being relied on her body. If Fallyn died, the being would disappear. Had she been a whole demon, she would just go back to the underworld. But she was but a shard and this was the only chance she had to become full. If she did enough bad deeds, she might become a whole demon. But at the moment? She relied on her host.
It wouldn't be long now, she knew. Fallyn was already slipping into her sweet blissful fantasy life. All she had to do was wait just a little bit longer and she would have complete control of this body. She couldn't wait.
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Post by Ventia on Oct 2, 2016 17:59:10 GMT -5
The fantasy world wasn't just sugar and everything nice, no that would be too much of a dead give away that something was wrong. Instead, Freya had explored its host's mind to the point that she knew her host better than Fallyn did. She knew that Fallyn's pack, the New Dawn seemed to have bumps on the roads and she knew the structure of how Pack Meetings went. She also knew how Fallyn got into contact with her family, calling them early in the morning each week on a Sunday because that was family day and she'd spend the majority of the morning on the phone, laughing at what everyone had to say. She knew Fallyn's mate and how they interacted with each other. She knew of Fallyn's job, of her co-workers and her manager Mr. Valentine.
Freya knew her host's life and therefore she knew how to tweak and play with it so that Fallyn could lose herself in that world. Sure she didn't know the child but so didn't Fallyn. She did however know that shifter babies grew faster than regular children, so she upped the aging process and Fallyn seemed to be happy with that as well. With time, Freya was able to stretch out the days in the world, making one day in Fallyn's equal to about three days in real life. After all, Freya had started paying attention to the sounds she heard outside. She couldn't see because Fallyn's eyes were closed and although Fallyn already gave up the reins to that part of herself, Freya wasn't going to take the chance of Fallyn maybe seeing something that would push her away from the unrealistic world she had created for her host.
But someone came in every day and announced the day and time and the state in which Fallyn was in and Freya listened, Fallyn had long since tuned out to the outside world.
It was difficult to explain what one did to pass the time when they had nothing to do. But the mind was a powerful and rather surprising place and Freya found herself with a lot of things to do in her waiting room. She watched old memories, practically re-living them in her own world. She read books that Fallyn had read during her whole life and whether it was because Fallyn had been a librarian or because she just loved books, Freya never seemed to ran out of books. She ate foods, her mind stimulating all the senses Fallyn had used until it truly felt like Freya had been eating herself. She learned and experienced pleasure and pain. Experienced what a first kiss felt like or sand underneath her toes from a childhood vacation felt like. She saw fireworks and road a horse as well as a man. She watched movies-good ones she would have to admit.
But most of all? The thing Freya loved the most? She saw her creator. Saw the fallen angel that she was apart of. Saw Clara. Clara giving into the werewolf shifter by her side and ripping her wrist into Fallyn's mouth while Ivy had done the same to her other wrist and paired that so that both wrists leaked blood into the dead body. Freya loved feeling herself gaining life, making her way inside her host to both get away from Clara before she figured out the mistake she had made and because she was excited to begin the process of taking over a body. She loved feeling herself growing stronger with each time Ivy forced Clara to feed Fallyn's comatose body more of her blood throughout the duration of Fallyn's time with them. With each vial that was injected inside of her, Freya felt herself becoming more and more and she knew that she could become whole if only she filled herself correctly.
Being exposed to Fallyn's life made Freya feel like living a good life as Fallyn had wouldn't be so bad. But she knew that she couldn't. Not if she wanted to actually live as her own self and not a shard of someone else. It wasn't that she actually wanted to do bad deeds but that would be the easiest way to build herself up. Doing good deeds didn't really build up goodness in you as doing bad things did.
Plus. Clara was more of a demon than a angel. Which meant that Freya was a demon but only a shard of a demon. She couldn't do good deeds because then she would vanish and that would make her lose the only chance she had to become whole. Maybe once she became whole she could ease off and try to live simply like Fallyn did, since she didn't need anything to complete her anymore but for now, Freya was going to do as many evil deeds as she could so that she could become a whole demon and the demon lords could accept her and make her whole.
She was reliving her birth once again when she felt it. Felt the moment when Fallyn finally let go. When Fallyn dropped that last silver lining of control and the host was empty, Fallyn's being storing herself away deeper and deeper inside the mind and her world, leaving the brain empty of control.
Sounds erupted since there was no brain activity which meant the body was beginning to die. Freya was so...surprised at how sudden it had been that she had hesitated for only a second before jumping into the car seat, taking control of the brain and forcing her soul or shard of Clara's into the body, into the brain, and waited...waited for the host to become her.
The body accepted her like a glove, giving her full control that when she gasped and opened her eyes, Fallyn's body gasped and soon colors flooded her head. White and grey, blinking reds and yellows, beautiful rays of yellow and orange and even pink flooding the hospital room. Pain. Goodness, the pain was too much. The body being motionless for too long to remember and then suddenly being forced into action was almost her wrongdoing.
Sirens blasted, her ears rang, her mouth was as dry as a desert, muscles clenched and pulsed in excruciating pain, her head whirled and Freya gloried in the moment. She loved every smidgen of pain that filtered through her. Her! She had done it. Had taken control of this host and now she felt no one in here but her. Just...just her. Sure. If she focused long and hard enough, she could feel Fallyn digging herself deeper and deeper inside her world but Fallyn couldn't feel her. Didn't think that anything was false. She had accepted that as her life which left Freya alone and the world as her oyster.
Freya grinned despite it ripping at her lips, tearing the delicate skin apart since her lips had formerly been chapped. Now? Now they were bloody. She lapped at the blood, both to experience the taste and so that her mouth wasn't as dry, just as a flood of nurses and doctors came running in her room.
At first they began talking to themselves, almost as if they forgot that she was no longer comatose. Then one of the nurses saw her bleeding lip and ran out of the room, coming in a few moments later with sealed packages. She ripped opened the packages of gauzes and moved considerably slower once she got into the proximity of Freya, as if she was afraid that any rash movements would hurt her.
"Just going to clean this up a little, Ms. Caine." Her voice was gentle and almost sincere even though Freya doubted that it truly was. She continued on in her sweet voice. "You probably moved your lips too much, attempting to speak. Everything is going to okay now that you've awoken. Please don't attempt to speak, you've been gone from us for a long time. Just know that you're going to be just fine in the next couple of weeks."
The nurse was still applying pressure to Freya's lips so she didn't even try to attempt to speak. Instead she just nodded very gently, the movement of unused muscles hurting.
"Oh no, Ms. Caine. Don't nod though I'm very glad to see you trying to move. I've been here since you've arrived and I'm so happy to see you awake. So happy that you never gave up. God's been watching over you, ma'am and he has never stopped. But now you're awake and God has done that. Thank the Lord." The woman looked upwards, closed her eyes quickly and then back at Freya almost as if she had sent a grateful prayer up.
Freya scoffed in her mind. God had nothing to do with this. Well...in a way he did. He pushed Clara out of his gates which started her path. She paused and inwardly sent a thanks as well. Maybe the nurse was right.
The nurse kept blabbering on, while the doctors and specialists looked over everything, even going so far as to take a blood sample that the nurse-Wendy-watched over them with a disapproving hawk stare. Protective one, that one.
Freya found this body tired even though she was excited and wanted to just get up and start his misdoings. But it was hard enough to keep her eyes open so she settled in on the bed, vaguely feeling Wendy gently eased a damped towel against her expose skin.
"It's going to all alright, you'll see Ms. Caine." Wendy was saying and Freya almost smiled because the woman was right. All was alright. She had taken Fallyn's body as her own and now could live as just Freya.
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Post by Ventia on Oct 13, 2016 3:46:14 GMT -5
Agonizing.
Life hurt so much more than death that in her weak moments, Freya almost wanted to join Fallyn in her sweet escape. But soon hours turned into days and days into weeks, and the pain would become more bearable with each passing moon. And when Freya could feel her body getting stronger and found that she could do things that she couldn't before, she found it easy to ignore the pain and keep her goal in sight.
But it was tiresome. How to learn how to speak, how to learn how to write, how to learn to use the bathroom by herself, how to learn how to raise her arms or her legs or even how to walk. Sure, Freya had all the knowledge she needed but she still didn't know how to actually work the body. Plus, with the body being so tired and more at death' door than anything, it was harder on Freya.
Yet she did it. Everyday. Every hour. Every second. It had been a long time since she woke up. If she remembered correctly, around four months now and she was finally able to do everyday things without any hindrance. She still collapsed onto the bed from exhaustion but from day one? Freya had improved tremendously and could finally see her future just a few steps away.
She was sitting on the garden's bench, a thick quilt wrapped around her lap and a beautiful violet shall curled around her shoulders to keep the early winter air away from her bones. Freya was skinny still but whereas when she first awoke to being close to anorexia, her body had built a little muscle and meat. It wasn't dangerous anymore but it was still concerning for her nurses. Her hair, once dry and dead, was now flowing in curls around her shoulders, every strand brimming with a healthy shine. Her eyes as well had that glow that hadn't been there in the beginning. Freya was still as weak as a fawn but her body was already glowing with the soul that wanted to live within it.
All around her flowers grew. Ranging from roses to sunflowers, to tulips and daisies, from lavender and angels breath to even orange trees and apple trees. Freya loved the garden and found herself here more than she should have. But everything was brimming with life and it was a fresh reminder that she too was burning with life. Freya loved it.
She turned to the bud of the rose bush, gently brushed her fingers against its fold and bent her head, smelling the shy fragrance of the bud amongst the bold and radiant aromas of the bud's companions.
"So pretty." Freya said gently, easing back and easing her fingers away from the bud's thorns. "Yet so dangerous..."
"Ah. Ms. Caine. I knew I'd find you in here." Said the familiar and welcome voice of Wendy, the only nurse here that Freya could stand.
"It's such a beautiful night. I couldn't resist." Freya smiled as she turned to face the nurse, letting the smile fill up her face until her vibrant gaze twinkled just a little. Wendy wouldn't be able to be angry and scold her if she saw how happy this made Freya. Freya knew her all to well.
Too well that Freya could almost see the exact moment when the stern woman crack and surrender to her will. Maybe it was in the soft shake of her head or the way her shoulders dipped just a little. Or maybe it was just her eyes, how they brimmed with a emotion which made her lips twitch just a fraction.
Whatever it was, the woman lost her scolding tone and instead spoke sweetly and glanced around. "Yes. It is a beautiful night." She paused, glancing at the roses that Freya's body was still facing. "Has the roses made you remember anything?"
Freya frowned, made a show of glancing slowly back at the bud and even touching it once more, tilting her head a little to the side as a troubled look filled her gaze, her voice hesitant. "I thought that they..." she shook her head, smiling just a little. "It's stupid and probably not even a real memory."
Wendy, as expected, was next to Freya in a second, her hand warm on Freya's knee. "Go on. What did you think of?"
Freya glanced at her nurse, let the appreciation fill her vibrant gaze and spoke the words of a memory. "It made me think of Valentines Day. Of white roses and a white dress. Of a restaurant with-I think-good food and a equally good conversation. It brought warmth. But it's all fuzzy. I try to focus on the images but it hurts my head and things slip from my fingers." She made a show of the rose bud slipping from her delicate fingertips and then sighed softly before folding her hands on her lap.
"They're pretty."
Wendy smiled and nodded. "Doesn't sound stupid to me at all. It's a good sign that images come to mind but you don't have to force yourself. One step at a time, Ms. Caine. You've already had such a positive recovery. Don't try to push yourself. Now, if you're up to it, I want to introduce you to someone."
Freya frown then, a slight narrowing of her brows. "Who?"
Wendy smiled, "A friend of mine. You don't mind do you?"
Freya paused for a moment and then shook her head, a soft smile filling her face. "Any friend of yours is a friend of mine, Wendy."
Wendy's eyes filled in with a familiar emotion: affection. Before standing and moving away and then coming back with another woman. The woman was of medium height, a few inches taller than Freya herself but with long straight hair and pale blue eyes. She wore a long sleeve shirt and jeans as well as combat boots. Her stride was confident and her posture was refine even if Freya could see tattoos against her exposed skin.
The pair paused a few feet away from Freya, almost as though they were holding their breath for something to happen. Freya kept the neutral but polite expression on her face, waiting for introduction.
After a few heartbeats, a sad emotion filtered through both of the woman's expressions but made sure to not show it. Wendy held out a hand to the black haired woman. "This is my friend, Ivy Black. Ivy, this is Fallyn Caine."
Freya smiled and held out her hand, forcing her face to remain blank and her voice neural as to not give her lie away. "A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Black."
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"She doesn't remember me." Ivy told the nurse after the meeting with Fallyn, sitting in Wendy's office with her legs crossed, as her fingers drummed against her knee.
"She's been in a coma for a long time Ms. Black and it's common for comatose patients to lose their memories. She didn't even know her name had you not deposited her here with a report of who she was. She's recovered remarkably these past four months and isn't showing signs of any warning flags. Matter of fact, she's surpassed our expectations and is now almost fully recovered. Which should have taken more to six to eight months rather than in just four."
Ivy nodded, "Yes."
Wendy continued. "She's recovering so well that I'm afraid i might have to make a request. Please do not try to reveal to her the truth of yourself or her past. Fallyn is in a very delicate stage right now, despite her recovery rate. Sometimes it's best to not make people who've lost their memories to remember them and instead, allow the patient to make new memories."
Ivy rubbed her temples, still tired from the long journey here and the way that Fallyn had stared straight at her with no recognition in her eyes. What if she had taken Jaimie here? What if Jaimie had still been hoping for his mother to remember her and came here only for her to stare blankly at him. Breaking all his hopes and dreams of having his mother waking up and remembering him. Ivy sighed, rubbing her eyes and then sighing once more.
"What do you suggest then? You know of my plan of taking her once she had recovered and bringing her back to her family. Are you implying that me doing so will damage everything she's accomplished up until now?"
"There's a chance of that yes. Not to be rude Ms. Black but you stated that you and Ms. Caine have known of each other and you've been her personal physician since her coma began. Above that, you pay for the services here for her and yet when she spotted you, not a shimmer of anything filled her gaze. You were a stranger to her. She didn't know of you. Bringing her back to a environment where everyone knows her and yet she doesn't know anyone will make her force herself to try to remember in order to please those around her. Forcing her brain to do something it can't will only have bad consequences and Ms. Caine will ultimately have to be hospitalized once more to repair the damage." Wendy glanced down at Fallyn's file and smiled just a little.
"I won't lie Ms. Black, this case has become a little personal for me. I've watched over Ms. Caine since you've brought her to me a few years back and seeing her now appose to before? Well I'm very happy of her state now and I do not want her to backtrack. I believe, especially after today, that you taking her back with you, will not be good."
"I'm not saying that her family cannot come here and form a new bond and relationship with her on her terms. But taking her back there will only result badly. Please forgive me for speaking so plainly but I believe you agree with me yes?"
Ivy reluctantly nodded.
Wendy smiled, "I assure you, Ms. Caine is in perfect hands here and when she is able to be on her own, you'll be first to know of her discharge."
She sighed and ran a hand though her hair but then smiled back at the nurse. "I suppose you're correct. I probably couldn't force her to come with me anyway after today. She doesn't have any one here to help her with housing and everything and unfortunately my life is hundreds of miles away. Plus she is the type of person who wouldn't accept help. So I will soon be sending you information about housing available for her and if you'd be so kind as to tell her that the hospital is paying for it, I'll be much obliged. Excuse me for speaking plainly but as you said before, this is a strange case."
Ivy stood and held out her hand. "Thank you for personally seeing to Fallyn's recovery. We shall be in touch."
Wendy stood as well, shaking her hand. "Thank you for understanding Ms. Black. I look forward to it. Have a splendid day. Would you like to see Fallyn before you go?"
Ivy shook her head, "No thank you. Wouldn't want to damage anything. Have a good day, Mrs. Carter."
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Post by Ventia on Oct 24, 2016 10:41:37 GMT -5
Freya was standing next to her cook, who came every three days and prepared her food for the next three days. Her name was Olivia Brown and she was in her mid fifties who knew how to cook like a goddess chef. She was teaching Freya how to cook for herself since she had no one but a personal nurse to look after her everyday needs. It was the second week since she's been on her own after being discharged from the hospital and every day life was still a handle for her. But Freya loved being capable to actually handle this herself. Or sort of herself.
"You have to do the things that take the most time first so that while you're waiting for them to finish, you can work on something else. So, what takes longer? The soup or the vegetables?" Olivia raised a blonde eyebrow waiting for a answer. Freya glanced at the big pot and then the ingredients before answering.
"The soup? Because it needs time so that the flavor is good?"
Olivia smiled and nodded. "Yes. It needs to simmer and we want all the potatoes and carrots and meat to be tender yes? Good. Now we start."
In the next two hours, Freya and Olivia made food for the next three days. It wasn't a lot since Freya was still on a certain diet from the hospital and couldn't eat a lot of foods that required more strength to eat but still, it was a lot to learn how to do it personally for herself. In the end, Freya was rewarded with a bowl of hot soup and a side of rice.
"Put the rice in the soup love. My mother used to do that for me when I was sick. It softens the texture enough for you to chew without that much strength. Plus, it tastes great. Go on. Good. How does it taste?"
Freya blushed just a little and tried it, enjoying the flavors from the broth and the soft texture of the warm rice. "Yummy." She said softly and felt warmth coming from the cook's broad smile.
"Isn't it? Now before I go, is there anything you need from me dear? Some laundry or cleaning up a little?"
Freya placed her spoon down and frowned at the woman. "You always ask that Olivia and I always say the same thing. I'm ok, you're not required to help me with anything but these amazing cooking lessons."
Olivia blushed at the compliment and then moved over and placed her hand on Freya's shoulder. "But dear, I can't resist. Let me help you. I want to."
Freya shook her head with a hint of a smile. "But there's nothing to be done, my friend. I clean up after myself and cleaning around the house is the workout that I need to grow stronger. There's a routine that I follow. Everything is fine. Don't worry. You've already done more than enough by packing up my meals and leaving sheets of directions for the meals that we've cooked before. I'm okay. Plus, Wendy should be here soon. If there's anything more I need, I'll ask her. Thank you for today, it was refreshing and educational as always. You're an amazing teacher and more so a amazing chef."
Olivia smiled wide, "and you dear are a amazing woman. I'll be back in three days. If there's anything-"
"I'll call you."
Olivia patted her shoulder and nodded. "You do just that dearie." Then she moved back into the kitchen, made sure that all was in order and Freya would have everything that she would need before finally leaving the apartment with another farewell. Leaving Freya alone with herself.
She sighed, dropped her shoulders and stared at the soup. She knew she had to start doing ill-things but she wasn't completely strong enough. It took another month to get a transfer to a rehab facility and then another two months until they discharged her under strict conditions to have weekly checkups and have a nurse do home checkups every other day. Not only that but it was hard to do evil when she was still holding on to Fallyn's personality.
It didn't help that she actually liked the people who tended to her. To Wendy, to her day nurse Charlie, and even to her cook, Mrs. Brown. But she couldn't just stay good. She needed to fill herself up with misdoings. To feed the demon that was herself so that she could become complete.
She moved away from the food and into the bathroom, stared at her reflection and blinked. No longer was there the unusual shades of purple and pink and even blue eye color. Completely black. She touched her face, hating that this was truly the only way she could become whole. Hating that this path was the only chance she had. But it was the only path and despite Freya's want to do good, she wouldn't give this chance up.
She had to grow stronger. Freya's palm clenched up into a fist and she felt darkness inside of her. She could unleash it and she would.
The sound of her door bell brought her out of it and black eyes were replaced by its usual color. She fluffed her pretty hair and turned to answer it, knowing already by scent, that it was Wendy.
"Fallyn!" Wendy said the second the door was open, smiling down at the woman. "You look amazing, how did things go with Mrs. Brown?"
Freya eased to the side, letting her in, before closing the door. "We made soup and rice. Then for tomorrow we made a salad and there's loads of vegetables and mash potatoes and more. But we made pudding and jello for desserts. That was the fun part." Freya giggled and moved deeper inside the apartment.
"I'm glad you had fun. How are you feeling? You're not pushing yourself too much are you?"
Freya shook her head. "I feel good and honestly moving around helps me I think. Yesterday I went for a walk around the neighborhood and I sat by the park and watched the sunset. It was very pretty and the people here are so nice. The day before that, I went to the movies and although it was a bit too loud for me, I enjoyed it. Now tell me, how are my levels?"
Wendy laughed and sat on the couch. "Very good. Everything looks really well. Don't forget that Charlie is coming tomorrow so you can't explore until he leaves. You've done really well these past months. Your recovery has been amazing. I'm proud of you Fallyn. Have you had any episodes?"
Freya shook her head and sat back down at the table, finishing her meal. "No. My dreams have been normal as well. That's good right?"
Wendy nodded. "That's very good. Still taking your medication right?"
Freya nodded again, "Of course I am. I have a question."
Wendy waited.
"Am I strong enough to go out?"
The nurse frowned, "Well technically you are. But that doesn't mean you should go wild now."
Freya laughed, "Not like that Wendy. But I mean, go out and do more things. Maybe even get a job. A easy job. I like books and there's a library not that far away. I had asked and they did say they were hiring. I don't like relying on the hospital's insurance you see."
Wendy tapped her knee and then glanced back at her patient. "Well, I suppose a librarian isn't as intense as most jobs. I don't see why not. You've had very good results in all your engaging rehab classes and you've been faring well alone these past two weeks. As long as they understand your medical history and you don't miss any weekly visits, we can work around the home checkups and your cooking lessons. Mrs. Brown has told me that you're practically cooking by yourself, that she just reminds you of some things which is very good. So yes, if everything works out, then you can get a job that's not too stressful on you. But we will still continue to monitor your recovery. Okay?"
Freya grinned. "Thank you Wendy!"
Wendy smiled, "Don't thank me. You've been doing all the work my friend. Now, should we go out and explore the outside world for a little before I go home? I know you like our driving lessons."
Freya nodded. "Just let me put on some shoes and grab my shawl. I'll be right out."
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They were walking down a street when it happened. Two men burst through a diner's door, just a few feet in front of them, and continued to attack one another. Anger and hatred filled the air. Along with foul words and powerful punches and blood. Freya was so close to them that they could almost hit her if they weren't careful. But Freya couldn't care for that, their anger, their hatred for each other was like a snake and it made its way towards her, touching her fingers and sliding up her arm, coiling itself around her. She was sucking their anger she realize. Filling herself with their hatred. With...their darkness.
The snake wrapped and wrapped itself around her until it poured into her pores, filling her body with the men's darkness and becoming one with her own. One of the men punch another but this time harder. Their eyes glossed over as if compelled to hurt another more. The darkness wanted more. Freya wanted more.
"More."
The word was but a whisper and the men lost it. Tearing at each other now with their fingernails and with each second, Freya could feel herself becoming full.
"Come on Fallyn." Wendy's touch snapped her away both mentally and physically and soon they were walking back to Wendy's car, each step separated herself from the men's darkness and the men seem to become less angry once she was gone. By the time she reached the car, the snake of darkness was gone but when she looked within her, her darkness had grown a little.
"That was sudden right." Wendy laughed, getting into the driver's side this time as Freya got in the passenger.
"Yes. They were so angry."
Wendy nodded. "I know. You were frozen in fear. Are you okay? Was it too much? Do you need anything?"
Freya shook her head, seeing that her fingers were trembling. But not because of fear. But because she wanted more. Wanted to make them grow crazy and hurt each other more. "I'm okay." She said softly and forced her fingers to cease. "It was just so sudden. It's okay though. I'm okay. Thank you for the night out. Despite that little hiccup, it was a amazing day."
Wendy smiled and turned the car on. "It was my pleasure. Now, let's get you home. I think pudding is waiting right?"
Freya forced herself to smile. "Yes. Pudding is waiting." And so was her darkness. Because now? It just had a taste of what was to come and it desperately wanted more.
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Post by Ventia on Nov 7, 2016 20:52:39 GMT -5
It happened twice since the day out with Wendy.
One time when she was at the park and children were arguing with one another and once she got near, the arguments turned into hitting. That one didnt last long, for the parents rushed over and separated the fighting children but it was enough for a taste and for the knowledge that she seemed to encourage the darkness of others.
The second time was worst, even for her. She was getting groceries when a security guard found someone pick-pocketing food from the store. She remembered turning around and seeing the teenager getting a scolding and feeling her chest tighten from the obvious look of hunger in the girl's face. Freya decided that she was going to go over there and tell the security that she would pay for the food for the child and apologize on her behalf. Freya remembered walking over there, pushing the shopping cart towards the pair and thinking that with each step, the man seem to become angrier with the thief.
She was just about to get in between them when the man slammed the teenager on the ground, forcing her arms back whist grabbing hold of her wrists. Freya had screamed then and rushed towards them, grabbing one of the man's arms in an attempt to tug him off of the poor child. The moment she touched him? His anger poured into her and she felt that evil snake open its mouth and chomp down on the swirls of misdoings. The security guard was staring at her with a horrified expression before his eyes rolled back and then he fainted on top of the girl, leaving Freya with all of his anger.
It wasnt until later did she realize that her presence had urged his anger on to hurt the thief and that when she touched him with the thought of saving the child, she forced all of his emotions out and into her, which left him feeling drained and therefore which was why he had fainted. Of course no one thought anything of it but her, the security guard woke up just a few moments later and promptly apologize to both Freya and the thief whom was still taken in to the police and fined for stealing. But Freya understood now just what effect she had on people when it came to their dark emotions.
It scared her a little but her own darkness reveled in it and wanted more so that she could become whole-and Freya wanted that as well so she put away that scary feeling, and focused back on her goal.
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She was walking out of the public library that she worked at now, towards the car that she had been saving up for, when she felt the darkness. It was easier now for Freya, to feel someone's darkness because it called out to her like a siren did to a sailor. Freya ignored it though, not wanting to be apart of anything when she was still right by her job. That was her rule now, to make sure she didnt get involved with anything around her job, her home, or the hospital.
So she continued to walk towards that white Toyota even though she really wanted another taste of someone's violent emotions. Yet, she could feel the darkness coming closer to her-almost following her. Freya frowned and glanced around the parking lot. It wasnt necessarily dark for there were a few lamp posts and it was only a little after eleven and yet, there was a eerie feeling to the parking lot. Which should be amusing since she was a thing of the night.
Freya scanned the cars that were still scattered around the lot but saw nothing that caught her eye so she continued to keep walking. Her body seemed to walk faster and she wondered briefly if that was because it was used to Fallyn and because Fallyn would always rush to a car when she felt endangered despite being a werewolf. The thought angered Freya. This was her body now. So Freya forced her legs to stop its brisk pace and steady her heart, and was pleased to find that her body listened to her.
Yes. This was her body now. It would obey her. Freya was about five feet from her car when she felt the darkness crowd her. She quickly glanced around herself but only saw cars. Annoyed, she tapped into the wolf's senses that she had claimed as her own as well, and stretched them out, trying to get a feel...A few heartbeats. Freya frowned and searched for the darkness and found that both the darkness and the heartbeats were next to each other. Yet she couldnt see anyone.
She sighed, ran a hand through her hair and finally reached her car. She was getting her keys out of her purse when a soft thud landed on her car. Freya shrieked just a little but then relaxed at the sight of the grey cat with blue eyes. "Just a cat, huh." Freya smiled to the kitty and continued on with the search of the keys, ignoring the darkness that seemed right next to her. Maybe her sensor was wrong? Maybe she didnt really get a hang of this darkness thing of hers.
The cat meowed, demanding attention and Freya glanced at it again before finally touching her keys. "What? You hungry?" She moved her hand towards it's cute ears and carressed it. "It's funny, usually cats dont like me. Yet, you're awfully sweet, arent you darling?" She smiled once more at the cat before opening her car and then shooed the cat away. Yet it didnt move.
"Really now, you cant expect me to keep you just because you're cute?"
The cat meowed in response and walked towards the edge of the car, purring at Freya. Freya couldnt resist, she liked small and cute things. "Ugh. Fine. You win." Freya cupped the cat in her hand and brought it to her chest, feeling the warmth of the cat curl around her neck. She eased into the car and placed the cat down on the passenger seat along with her bag before starting the engine.
The darkness now forgotten because of the grey cat, Freya started on the drive towards the supermarket where she supposed she'd have to buy some cat things. However, she never quite got that far. Within a few seconds, a voice filled the car that wasnt hers.
"So you think I'm cute huh?"
Freya barely had enough time to turn and look at the lean man that was stretched out on the seat before he punched her and she lost control of the wheel.
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Post by Ventia on Nov 7, 2016 22:10:20 GMT -5
Freya woke up to the sound of sobbing and to the stench of bodily fluids. She felt something next to her shiver and curl up besides her and that close proximity forced Freya into alertness. Her eyes blinked rapidly, trying to shed off the sleepiness and trying to get a idea of her predicament. There was barely any light in the room that she was in but the fact that there was some? Was enough for her werewolf's eyes. She could see the body that was trying to dig itself into her; it belonged to a young child whos face was too dirty to see whether it was a boy or a girl. The child seem to realize that she was awake now and it's eyes opened to reveal tired brown orbs. Freya reached out, touched the child's face and felt it leaned into her palm, probably to drink in her warmth. She moved her gaze away from the child and stared beyond it, seeing more shaking bodies in this room. She moved her limbs then, shaking them and finding them free of any shackles or holdings. Fear tried to lodge itself in her throat but Freya forced it away and called on the darkness that belonged solely to herself, using it as a shield from the fear as she slowly eased herself away from the child. It clung to her, fear now filling its terrified brown gaze. "Ssh," Freya whispered, smoothing the child's cheek before tearing it's fingers away from her. She sat up then and turned back to the child. It laid there as if it were too weak to do anything else. Too weak to move. Too weak to speak. Just too weak. Anger flooded Freya, urging her darkness to grow. "I'll be back," She whispered to the child and couldnt resist not bending down and kissing its dirty head before she stood up. She moved around the bodies and more than once stepped on something that wasnt clothes or...anything clean. Freya forced herself to continue on, towards the cracks of light at the end of the room. She found a stairway and climb it, even though the moment she touched it, a soft hum filled the room, coming from the near dead bodies. Warning her not to. Freya ignored them and crawled on the stairway, keeping her body close to each step until she could see the door in the roof. She pushed at it but felt it resisting her. Her brain told her that she was in a basement of some sorts and that she had been taken kidnapped. Her brain told her facts, like how the person that kidnapped her seemed to starve off the people he took and kept them locked up in here, almost as if he forgotten that they were here in the first place. Her brain reminded her of the cat and the extra heartbeats that she had heard earlier. Her brain reminded her of the darkness she had felt and how it had followed her. Her brain made her remember the road she had been on, almost isolated from the town. Her brain made her recall that lean man, with bright blue eyes and a laughing tone as he asked her if she really thought him cute. She backtracked to the child and curled next to it, brushing back its hair and thinking to herself that it seemed like a boy rather than a girl. "How were you taken?" The question made the boy open his eyes and he stared at her blankly before parting his lips just a little enough for one word. "Cat." Freya nodded and pressed another kiss to his forehead before moving back to the trapdoor. She forced the darkness out through the floor boards until it touched someone. She felt that person, who was sitting on a couch and watching a show. The darkness moved on, finding another and another and another. It came back to her tired but refreshed as well, for it fed on the people without her instructions. In this case? Freya didnt care. She touched the trap door again, felt the bolt on the other side, and then closed her eyes, seeing that dirty little boy in her face. Anger. She pushed up, both the werewolf strength and her darkness coming to aid her, and the trap door was ripped open, banging loudly on the floor boards next to her. Freya emerged from the basement, hearing the gasps from below her and the start of people getting to their hands and knees, in a attempt for a chance of survival. Freya heard loud footsteps coming from the building, rushing towards her. Good. Freya felt the snake coil itself around her as if getting ready for an attack. It was right, her darkness, there would be attack. She would destroy these people and would hold nothing back. Not when they threw children into holes and left them there to rot. The first person to reach her was a large bulky man that was easily twice her size. Tattoos covered his skin and even his bare scalp. Confusion along with annoyance filled the man's brown eyes and maybe it was the fact that he looked so well fed compared to the little boy with almost the same brown eyes as he? That made Freya explode with laughter. "What the fuck?" The man said and then when Freya laughed? A angry look passed over his face and he charged her but before he could even touch her, the man fell to the floor, his eyes wide in horror. "So fat." Freya tsked at the man. "You're so well fed. Couldnt you share some of that food with those poor souls downstairs?" She moved towards him, unaware of her darkness seeping out of her pores and curling itself around the man, keeping him chained in place in front of her. The man tried to speak but he was slowly losing color to his face, even as the dark snakes around his body grew larger. "You've starved them." Freya stood over him and touched his cheek, her fingers pale against his tan skin. "It's only fair you recieve the same treatment." The moment she thought it, thought of the man becoming as fragile and skinny and hungry at the rest of the bodies that were forced to be contained below...the snakes sucked him dry and Freya could see his skin losing that color and slowly becoming as pale as her own skin, feeling the healthy fat of his cheek lose texture until she could feel his cheekbone and with one glance down, she could see all his other bones. Yet it wasnt enough. Those children, those people, they had been so starved that they had been unable to move. This man? This man that had gorged himself up with delicious foods could still move-he was still fighting her snakes. This wasnt enough. This wasnt justice for those people that they took advantage on. "Finish him." She told her eager snakes, giving it approval and before her eyes, she saw the man shrink and then was nothing. She was staring at a pile of bones and feeling her swirls of snakes curl itself around her lovingly. It wasnt over though. It wasnt until Freya had killed a total of six people that it was over. She had killed every living soul that wasnt in that basement with her. But not the man who kidnapped her in the first place. She made her way back to the basement, already having alerted the police and knowing that she had to leave before they arrived-yet she was worried for the child. Most people werent strong enough to leave the basement, they tried. Freya saw them cling on to the floor and try to push themselevs closer to the light. But they couldnt. Her eyes fell upon the unmoving bodies. The dead ones. She forced herself to walk forward, towards that shivering boy. Her heart hurt. Her body was tired. Her darkness too full. She dropped down to her knees next to the boy. He felt her and opened his brown eyes. Fear for a second flashed in his gaze before it left and then soon he began crying. Freya reached for him and kissed his temple once more, feeling her own tears stream down her face. "I'll find that cat." She told him, brushing his hair back and pressing more kisses to his forehead. "You're going to be okay. I promise you. I have to go now. I'm sorry I cant be with you until the end." "T-thank you." The boy caressed her cheek before letting her go and Freya moved out of that basement as fast as she could. She was moving through the house and felt that darkness call to her. The same darkness that she felt at the parking lot. The cat's darkness. Anger filled her again and she ran towards it, until she found herself in a empty room. The room was clean of everything but a letter with a few drops of blood splattered on it. Freya grabbed the letter and opened it. You did good, my little one. Until next time. Freya stared at the letter and then glanced up and saw her reflection in the mirror. Her skin was as pale as a ghost but her eyes? Her eyes were pure black. She crushed the letter in her fist and growled at the reflection. Oh yes. She'd get that fucking cat. She'd rip it to shreds and let her darkness devour every last speck of him.
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Post by Ventia on Feb 14, 2017 18:53:36 GMT -5
She disliked this hospital. But then again, Freya disliked all hospitals. The people in there were too smart sometimes and if she wasnt paying close attention, there was a chance that someone would find out the truth. Not only that but patients in the hospitals were too weak to withstand Freya's abilities. Even with Freya holding onto her darkness with white-knuckled-fists, the weak ones still managed to be affected.
She had her prey yes, but these poor souls that were barely too weak to even go through the motions of the day by themselves were not on her list. She sought out the ones who already sinned. Whose darkness would only add to her own. She may be a demon but Fallyn had instilled more than a few things in her before Freya had total control. Freya couldnt just kill someone who was as weak as a kitten.
A black cat popped into her mind and her lips curled in disgust. Well she wouldnt hesitate to kill that cat.
A sound brought her mind to attention and Freya stared at the empty room around her before the door opened and in came Carl, her doctor. Carl was...bearable she supposed.
"Everything looks good Ms. Caine." Carl announced while looking through the stack of papers in his hand. He paused, glanced up from the words and met Freya's colorful gaze. "Better than we expected actually. How's that new job for you? You're not overworking yourself now are you?"
"No Doctor, it's quite peaceful actually."
Carl smiled, "Good." He placed the papers down and eased onto the chair near the bed. Freya hid a small smile and found herself staring into pretty hazel eyes. Carl had rich dark brown hair that curled gently once it past his ears. With a determined mouth and a slightly crooked nose and dark brows-well he certainly was a attractive man.
It was too bad that he was a man with a code. Tch. It was another reason why Freya disliked hospitals.
He went over a few more checks before he deemed it safe for her to carry on her way. She thanked him and hurried on her way out of the big hospital. Or tried to. Her senses picked up on a strangled whisper of her name. Her steps hesitated and her name was called once more in that breathless tone. Her name. Not Fallyn's.
Freya was pulled to it. She locked down her power, not really wanting to accidentally hurt anyone as she explored. Her ears lead her into a strangers room. She glanced at the numbers and brushed her fingers against the door. Her skin tingled and she let out a soft breath.
"Come." The voice flooded her mind and...Freya hated it. This was her sanctuary. Her mind. Her body. It brought back the time where she had to fight for dominance. She didnt like it. Her hold on her power faltered and her darkness plunged through the door, filling the room beyond her.
Her eyes darkened and she threw open the door, owning the floor as she walked. She watched as her darkness clung to the white sheets, to the machinery, to the walls and window until finally it rounded around the young man and curled around his body like shackles. The man turned and she glared, recognition in her gaze.
"Kinky. I like." The man tried moving his wrists but they were held down by the snapping swirls of her power.
"You." Freya's voice was calm but inside she was shaking.
"Me." The man practically purred it and his electric blue eyes were pleased at the fact that she remembered him.
"Tell me," he continued as he licked his lower lip, "how did you come to existence? I mean, you're nothing and yet..." His eyes ran down her body before finally resting on her mouth. "Everything." His lips stretched into a grin even as the last purr of his voice left her mind.
She dug her power into him, until that smile faltered and his face grew red from the lack of air. She pushed harder, wanting to end him here and now until finally...Freya screamed.
Or tried to.
A warm hand slapped over her mouth and covered the high pitch scream. The illusion flickered for a few more moments until finally it showed the old man who she had just killed. She felt her darkness gobbling up his life and it made her feel sick.
"Mmm," The man said from behind her, "You just killed a defenseless old man. You have to leave fast now or else you'll be caught."
Freya shook her head, tears threatening to come out of her eyes, as she watched the old man.
"You want to be caught? The only reason why no one is rushing in here is because I've silenced the alarms but once they notice it...you'll be caught. Do you want that? Give up everything you've worked for...just like that? Because of some old man who was sooner or later going to die? Come on Freya. You worked so hard to kick poor little Fallyn out of her own body and you're giving it up because of some human's life?"
Freya pushed his hand away, met those laughing blue eyes, and reeled in her darkness. "I'll kill you someday." She pushed around him. making her way out.
"Thats a good girl, remember-nothing should come in your way of becoming whole. Do whatever you have to do. Kill whoever you have to. Feed off of old people and young if thats what it takes to become whole. Because sooner or later, more will know of your existence and they'll fight to destroy you. So destroy everything first, little one."
Freya stared at him, her heart beating rapidly against her chest, her darkness sated but intrigued...before she left the room. She took the stairs, needing to burn off the...the what? What was this feeling in her chest? Freya touched her face and felt that she was grinning.
She didnt like cats.
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