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[ventruevitae]

Mitchell has a close encounter of the supernatural kind; A glimpse into Kat's past lays the groundwork for future mistakes.

Rated M. 36.7k Words as of Chapters 5/15.

October, 2004. Santa Monica, California.

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The Asylum’s front door opens with a burst, and Mitchell spills out into the street in an uncoordinated spectacle of panic. She knows that people are watching her scramble for balance, knows she must look half a fool for failing to walk a straight line. 

They’re laughing at you. Or they’re drunk. Take your pick.

It’s probably both. 

The judgement of strangers feels hot and prickly on the back of her neck. 

She couldn’t help but feel that she might have been better off never speaking with Jeanette before she made her mad dash to the door. The less she knew, the less there was to process and integrate into her view of the world. Malkavian tastes so familiar on the back of her tongue when she silently rolls the syllables around her mouth and in her head, but the sense of solidarity that came with the word was disconcerting. Could it be true? Could there really be a group of people like her , who would be able to understand her on a molecular level? What would that look like? 

Do I even want that? 

Unfamiliar familiarity.

How uncomfortable. 

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