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@antolcgias​  ♥’d for tegan.

     “ CAN I GET A CUP O’ COFFEE AND A KISS FOR THE ROAD? ”

it’s said with a bravado that she, for once, doesn’t feel.  hasn’t had this twisted knot in her gut since she left her   o w n   hometown, and this   ---   this isn’t that.  this isn’t the same.  left to save herself, that time, but now   ...    well.  nice girl like keyleth doesn’t need to get any more tangled in tegan’s SHIT than she already has.

duffel bag hits the floor of the empty diner, followed by a tattered backpack.  everything she owns; more than what she had when she   a r r i v e d .  her heart hurts at the uncertain look on keyleth’s face.  they haven’t   ...   spoken since tegan drove her home last night, hands still caked in gunshot residue around the handlebars.  should’ve skipped town without a word, but   ---   but she couldn’t resist.  coming here, one last time.  shaking off the   p i t   in her stomach to smirk like nothing’s wrong and lean into the counter.  one last time.

     “ EXTRA SUGAR, PLEASE, DOLL   ---   on the kiss, not the coffee. ”

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♛ @ bash

     au drabble meme. accepting.     ♛ for a royalty au.

     “---  NEWS FROM THE CASTLE !”

bash  a l m o s t  looks but he catches himself, twists away and rests his elbow on the bar, shields his face from view. he knows the voice. the man was one of his father’s favourites because he’d turn RED with nerves whenever the king summoned him --- clearly his sister’s inherited that sense of humour, amongst  o t h e r  things.

it’s reckless, being this close to his old home. he’s more likely to be recognised, more likely to run into people that knew him back then. and he --- would NOT be welcomed with open arms. the entire country knows of his cowardice. how he fled the castle the night of his father’s death, how he left young tegan to take the CROWN for herself. if they talk about him at all these days, it’s in  d i s g u s t e d  tones or with outlandish rumours. they call each other prince like it’s an insult, like chicken is too dated a term.

but they did not see the BLOOD that stained his father’s hands during his reign. the lives he condemned because they weren’t worth the manpower, or because they got in the way, or because they wouldn’t bow to his every whim. the people would never understand why he couldn’t stain his  o w n  the same way.

so he hid in the shadows, dropped prince ashley and became BASH, lived a life of simplicity far from the castle. only came back ��h e r e  all these years later because there have been whispers about the queen mother falling ill and, childish though it may be, he wanted to be CLOSE, to hear the news as soon as possible, not re-interpreted for the fiftieth time as it spreads the nation. may not be his mother but she raised him all the same, helped prepare him for his future as king.

he waits with bated breath for the news, but it’s --- not about the queen mother. it’s empty and meaningless and DISAPPOINTING, a call for additional kitchen staff for the annual holiday ball, and bash doesn’t stick around to hear the details. downs his rum, pulls his winter robe onto his shoulders, and  s l i p s  out the back door.

               he hasn’t taken two steps when he sees her. 

it was meant to be the coalition that changed everything. two nations with a long history of war finally setting everything aside and uniting, signing their children away to WED each other as soon as they matured. they were destined to rule the world together before they’d even met, but... bash isn’t good at fulfilling his destiny, fled the arrangement the same night he fled the throne.

tries to flee this, too. tries to sneak off before she can notice, but --- EYES MEET and widen with recognition, and for once in his life, bash can’t run. he’s frozen still, scrambling internally for a way out.

     “princess merilee, i--  please, tell no one you saw me. i mean no harm.”

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Ghost of you, 20/21

Volume: 1.

Number of parts: 20/21.

Pairings: Human!Nine x Rose; Human!Ten x Jack; Clara Oswald x Olivia Baxter (OC).

Synopsis: “The pain was another factor. It was the main factor. Since his brain had restarted from his cerebral attack earlier, all of his pain sensors seemed to be on fire. It was as if he had been in a car accident and all his bones were broken.”

A/N: I've started writing this fiction last year after I had a particularly weird dream (as usual) and after I wrote the prologue, I've put it aside to work on other stuff. I've gone back to it not so long ago and decided that it would be the fiction I would post next, after not posting anything for a while. I must have watched I am legend and Game of thrones way too much to come out with something like this but I hope you will like it. I am not a scientist, nor did I have a particular knowledge of sciences. I do my researches on the internet like everyone to make sure everything is as close to the reality as possible. I have a literature degree only. Writing is what I do and it makes me explore next fields, and learn new things.

“In an emergency, one often learns that one's companions can be of even less help in extraordinary circumstances than they are during an average evening.” - Lemony Snicket.

CHAPTER 20:

Maxence was suffocating. It wasn’t only because of the suit that was depriving him from the precious air they were giving him earlier. Now oxygen was having a hard time reaching his lungs and feeding his organs for him to function normally. A thin thread of air was finding its way through his dry lips but didn’t seem to go farther than there. This simple attempt of breathing rarefied air sounded more like a wheeze or a whistle and gave him intense dizziness. The plastic window of his helmet was covered with steam and trickles of cold were running down his neck and wetting his whole back. It was caused by the hot flushes he was suffering from. Hot flushes given to him by the anxiety and pain and fever eating him out like a carnivorous animal would devour its prey. It was unbearable and he couldn’t handle this anymore. He needed fresh air, he needed medicine. He needed it all to stop. The pain was another factor. It was the main factor. Since his brain had restarted from his cerebral attack earlier, all of his pain sensors seemed to be on fire. It was as if he had been in a car accident and all his bones were broken. He was still in the car. No, he was under this wrecked car that was crushing him under its heavy metallic and plastic carcass. When Rose has caught him earlier, when she had moved him from his bed and deprived him from air, she would have cried out if it could have been a relief instead of adding more pain to his poor shattered self. He had made no effort to move more, just let her drag his body to this room where he was now dying alone. Black dots filled his field of vision recovering the mask of opaque steam on his helmet window. It was the lack of oxygen that was killing him. That, and the fact he was fighting a virus ruining his DNA. He had to get rid of this prison of plastic. Those people were always keeping him in locked areas. He was getting claustrophobic. With an immeasurable effort, he raised his hands to his head. The pain was making them stiff and the inability to fold his fingers made it hard to catch the opening system of this suit. He struggled with the zip, managed to stick his fingers inside and finally pushed the helmet away from his head. The fresh non-asepticised air stroked the bit of skin he had managed to free from the suit. He gasped for air. He had hoped it would be easier now. He was regretting the concentrated oxygen they were sending straight into his lungs until recently. He was in a desperate need for it at the moment. Why had he been deprived from air already? Why was no one noticing his struggle? There were noises on his left. Sucking, quick breathing, sound of flesh colliding against another flesh, whines, struggling noises. His hazed mind took a moment to remember who he was with and understand what those sounds meant. He tried speaking but only a gurgling escaped his dry lips. Rose. Her name was Rose and she was his wife; and right now, she needed him. These thoughts sent a shot of adrenaline through his body and made him oblivious of his own pain. He forced himself to his feet, dragged his body to his wife. She was being attacked by a savage with terrible manners, a slob. This sight, even blurred, infuriated him. He jumped on the man’s back. He was just as tall as him, but clearly used to work out. His only chance was the surprise. He was at his advantage at the moment and he did the first that came to his mind: he dug his teeth deep in the man’s throat. The taste of blood stroke his tongue indicating to his dying brain that he had pierced all the layers of flesh. He felt the man’s roar of pain vibrate in his mouth before he was brutally shaken off the intruder’s back. All of this only lasted a minute or two but it was enough. Enough for Rose to pull herself together and knock the man out by banging his head against the hyperbaric chamber, enough for her to catch her husband. The adrenaline and rage were still running in his veins. It pushed him to attack Rose. They rolled on the floor; Rose was barely defending herself, too afraid to hurt him more. He was trying to get rid of her helmet, their eyes met and for a second, everything stopped around them: Rose was crying, devastated by what her husband had become because of this virus, and she was saying his name, again and again. Maxence was struck by this sight that made his way through his blurred mind and forcing him to stop what he was doing. She would never lay a harmful hand on him. Never. She was Rose. His Rose. And no matter what virus was influencing his actions, he couldn’t hurt her. Just like she would never hurt him. The anger burning inside him disappeared as fast as a fire down into water and he rolled by her side. Rose was relieved to see that her husband was still able to recognise her. She closed her eyes and sobbed, forgetting for a moment that they were in the middle of an alert that could cost Maxence his life. If they found him, they found execute him coldly for being a nightwalker. As if he looked any harmful laying in the ground and struggling to breathe. Even with the blood colouring his face and chin, he just looked like a sick man. They were still in this position when Tegan ran back to them with a bottle of oxygen and a mask. He asked no questions, didn’t have the time to and the body on the ground was self-explanatory. He unlocked the chamber and helped Rose to carry Maxence inside. They settled him down and Tegan put Maxence back under oxygen, which was a great relief for the man. Rose didn’t want to leave her husband but Tegan convinced her to go with everyone. Maxence would be safe in there. He locked the door but didn’t activate the chamber. It could end Maxence’s life. It was just the safest place to keep him until things were back to normal. They couldn’t take any risk with him. He was their masterpiece and their friend. They wouldn’t let him  down. He saved them all once, they were gonna return the favour. Rose had expected Tegan to follow her but he just accompanied her to the nearest safety room and pushed her inside. Everyone was wearing suit so it wouldn’t be a problem to have been in contact with infected and non-protected people. She was very shaken and had to sit down on the ground. She wished she could take off her helmet to breathe better but it would have to wait until the end of the alert, until she could have a decontamination shower. She hoped the invasion would be stopped very soon.

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Allegro had never seen before. Last time he was in service there were tensions in the building but they were pretty calm outside. He had gone in the town often enough to know how was the situation outside these walls. Contrarily to what you could see in movies, not all viruses were viral. Not all of them spread like wildfire. The noctiagus had spread rather slowly and it had taken years to evolve the way it did. That explained why it was easy to get food and electricity in here. His last mission outside showed him that this situation wouldn’t last for too long anymore. This invasion was just another proof, and it was sad that it was happening so close to the solution. It wasn’t hard to understand this reaction from the outside people though. Five years of watching the world falling into chaos was slightly worrying and infuriating when nothing good was coming out of it all. Rory had briefly informed him about the situation before they parted ways to work in their own sections. Allegro didn’t know Rory very well. He just knew that he was the chief of the team responsible of supplies. Since he was one of their best elements, he had been named as Allegro’s replacement until he could come back. He was back but it wasn’t official yet. Rory hadn’t quibbled about the titles. Him and Allegro were working hand in hand to stop this invasion and protect all the scientists present in this lab. They wouldn’t let them win. If they did, all their efforts would be ruined. Allegro spotted a first non authorised individual in the open space where Camden and Donna were working earlier. Thankfully they had been evacuated with their researches. Allegro told the woman to stop and turn around but she threw a chair at him, chair that he easily avoided, and  ran faster toward Maxence’s unit space of work. Allegro immensely chased her down the corridor. There was no way he would let her escape him. She was passing by Tegan’s office, he jumped and pinned her to the ground. She groaned and struggled but he was holding her tight and ignoring her insults. He used a sleeve clamp to tie her hands behind her back and led her back to the open space. He forced her to sit down on a chair and pulled one for himself. He sat down face to her while she was sending him dirty looks. “I’m not gonna lecture you. I know why you’ve done this.” “Penpusher,” she replied, spitting on his feet. “Hidden in this high security building, how can you how it is outside?” “I don’t stay inside this building. If my boss goes out, I follow him. And he’s not the kind to stay behind his desk.” “When was the last time you went out?” “Last week. And I stayed out for two days.” “So you saw what the world has become.” “Sadly, yes.” “Where’s your boss now?” He had expected the question but he didn’t know how to answer. What was he supposed to say? Maxence wasn’t only his boss, he was also his friend and this friend was dying. Or dead already for all he knew with all this mess. Ever since he had been infected, Allegro had kept that hope that Maxence would get better… but what if they didn’t find the cure in time? There wasn’t much chance for Maxence to survive. “Have you lost someone?” “What?” “The virus. Did it infect someone of your family? A friend?” “Not exactly. But these creatures are dangerous, I saw them rip my brother to pieces!” The rage was clear in her voice and the trauma was swirling in the bottom of her grey eyes. She hated the nightwalkers because of this and no one could blame her. The violence of the disease’s mutation was making more victims than the virus in itself. The nightwalkers weren’t considered as humans anymore for many. They could still be saved though, unlike their victims. “My boss… he was also my friend. He trusted me with his life but I couldn’t protect him when this kid came out of nowhere. He was kindhearted. He couldn’t leave a child out there. He had to save him.” “But the kid was infected.” “He wasn’t showing any symptoms, but the moment my friend picked him up, a group of nightwalkers surrounded him. Everyone in our group ran away. It was his last order to us. But I couldn’t leave him there. I saved him but it was too late.” “He was infected.” “And he fought the virus. That killed him.” “At least, your friend took a good decision before dying.” Maxence wasn’t technically dead but Allegro had the feeling that he couldn’t tell this information to this woman. If she knew that Maxence was alive somewhere in this building, she would hunt him down and execute him to be sure he wouldn’t hurt anyone. And Allegro was one of the few persons that wanted him to stay alive. “They deserve to die. They’re not human anymore.” “Listen to this.” The throbbing music of the alarm suddenly was suddenly shut off. “This means that all of your little comrades have been caught.” “What now? Is your boss gonna throw us out and sentence us to death? Oh, I forgot. He’s dead.” She gave him a smile that was supposed to be mean and make him explode but Allegro had expériences with torture methods. She was trying to destabilise him, to get a proper reaction by pressing in his weak point. But that wasn’t gonna work. “We’ve got a new boss. But too gentle. He’s not gonna sentence you to death. Probably gonna ask one of us to do that. Good thing my friend didn’t name the doctor Appleton. He would have asked to fire on sight. None of you would have survived. But you’re probably all condemned anyway.” “So are you. You’re not wearing a cosmonaut suit.” “That’s because I don’t need one. I am infected.” Allegro was half lying. He had been infected but not really. It was just a reaction to his body being too exposed to the virus and once he had been isolated and taken care of, his immune system had naturally chased the virus away. But he wasn’t gonna tell her. It was one of his own tricks. “You’re kidding. They wouldn’t have let you wander around so freely.” “This building isn’t as secured as you think it is. It used to, when the world was a better place, but it isn’t anymore.” “So what? You’re gonna infect me?” “Who says you’re not already? We’re all meant to die one day. What if this virus was our end to us all?” Before the woman could bring an answer to his question, Rory and a couple of other security guards came in the open space and forced all their prisoners to sit in silence. There were twenty or so. Not a huge band but it was enough to create chaos in this building. Thankfully it was over. Allegro got up and put his chair back in place under the table. He walked to Rory. The decisions were his to make at the moment. Allegro hadn’t officially returned to his functions. “I want them all to be locked in separate rooms. Find an empty floor. Throw them all upstairs until further notice.” Everyone obeyed but when Allegro was about to leave the room, Rory asked him to stay. He waited until they were all out and made sure they were alone before speaking. “What you’ve said… about being infected, about the virus…” “I’m clean. My body rejected the virus. Liv wouldn’t have let me out if it hadn’t been the case.” “But you think we’re all doomed.” “Might be,” shrugged Allegro. “But I believe that Rose will find the cure. She’s not Maxence’s wife for nothing.” “I hope so.” “Just a matter of matter now.” Rory really hoped that Allegro’s faith in the Doctor Rose Spitz would be enough to save them all or they would indeed be doomed and dead.

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The alert was over and the security rooms were unlocked. Everyone was moving out of these overcrowded and unbreathable places they had been prisoner of in the last few hours, or what had felt like hours. Yet, Rose didn’t move. Curled up in a corner with her knees against her chest, she was softly rocking herself and thinking about what had happened earlier. This man… Her Maxence… She had almost been raped by this man. For a second, for a tiny little second, her husband had woken up and come to save her like many years ago, but then… She knew about his past, knew what his father had done. She also knew that Maxence would never be like this monster. He was a good man; his heart hadn’t been corrupted by this darkness. What if that virus had brought out the worst in this man she loved so much? She closed her eyes and she saw his teeth in the neck of this man, the blood flowing, and Maxence not letting go. If the man hadn’t fought back, what would he have done? Would he have killed the man? And she, had she killed the man by knocking his head so violently on the chamber? The adrenaline and the fear had made her totally oblivious of this fact. She was the one who completely knocked that man out. His blood was on her hands as much as they were on Maxence’s. How was she supposed to live with that? Hadn’t she had through enough when she was younger? Her frail body trembled. It never ended. The wheel never turned. Or it did, and it came back to square one, back to the bad days. Without Maxence, without friends, without hope. She was left with nothing but the sad thought that there was no one to save her this time. If she wanted to be saved, she had to be her own hero, and she didn’t have the strength for that right now. Everyone had left the secure room now. In their relief, they hadn’t seen the poor woman in her corner, suffering in silence. They had just left her there, alone, and it reminded her so much of all the times she had hidden in a corner to cry when she was in that orphanage where she grew up. She had Liv back then, but now, where was she? Where was her beloved knight? “Rose?” She jumped at the voice. A man with a pronounced American accent. Jack. It could only be Jack. He didn’t touch her, sensing that it wouldn’t help her. He was just calling her name softly to bring her attention on him. She slowly raised her head. Not much, just enough for her eyes to meet Jack’s. He was crouching before her, his face twisted by the worry he was feeling for her. “Rory has stopped the invasion. The electricity is back. Maxence is his cage, he’s okay. All cleaned up.” All cleaned up from the blood, certainly. Liv wouldn’t have let him like this. His grey pyjamas must have been changed and he was connected to all those machines that were keeping him alive. Okay. What a great euphemism it was for a dying man. “He asked for you.” “He doesn’t even remember who I am.” “I wouldn’t say that.” Rose didn’t care what Jack thought at this moment. She couldn’t control the trembling of her body and the voices screaming in her head were driving her mad. She wasn’t fine, she wasn’t in the condition to work, and Maxence needed her. Her priority was to save him but what would happen after? Would he be the same man she had always known? Or would it be different? She was scared to know the answers to those questions, afraid of a future she hadn’t thought of at first. “I’ve watched the CCTV. He shouldn’t have been able to move but he forced himself to his feet when he heard that you were in danger. What he did, he did it for you, and not because the virus was telling him to.” “No. That wasn’t my husband up there.” “It was him, and he wants you.” “I can’t.” Rose appreciated the fact that he wasn’t touching her but she was ashamed that he had seen the videos, that he had seen that she was totally paralysed by the terror, by the ghosts of her past, and Maxence had given in to his own demons and become the monster he was so afraid of. “You need time. Okay.” Jack sat down on the ground. “I’m staying.” She needed time and they had everything but time. She didn’t move, didn’t push Jack away when he wrapped his arms around her. It was there, in his warm and comforting embrace that something broke in her. She sobbed all her fears and doubts on the shoulder of the former soldier.

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Maxence was unhappy with his situation. He had been disturbed during the sort of nap he was taking in his new chamber and been forced to take a decontamination shower with a couple of other males before they helped him in another of these horrible grey pyjamas that were irritating his skin and been settled back down in this cage. None of this had happened painlessly of course. Each step of this come back had been a physical torture. There was a drip of morphine on his hand and it was pleasurably relieving his pain. It was strong enough to make it bearable. It wasn’t gone completely but it was gone enough for him to feel better than earlier. He had thought he was gonna die in that chamber. Having extra oxygen was nice, but that wasn’t the only thing he was in need of. Thankfully, he was back here. Only one thing was missing: the blonde woman that was with him in this room. His wife. His fingers closed around the remote that had been left close to his hand. It was the remote of the interactive wall. He looked for the picture of her, of this woman he wanted to see by his side right now. He had seen a lot of people in a very short amount of time but none of these persons was Rose. That was her name. She was Rose. Rose Spitz. His wife. He found the picture, displayed it on the screen and used the help button to draw everyone’s attention on what he wanted. However, they thought he was in pain and just entered a command in the computer for him to have an extra dose of morphine. Sure it felt nice to be completely numbed to the point of forgetting you were even in pain in the first place but it didn’t respond his need to have Rose by his side. He played with the remote control, trying to find a way to contact her through this ingenious machine they were lucky to work with but the numbness had reached the point where moving and thinking were getting quite difficult. If he didn’t want the haze to win, he had to move. He gathered all his will and moved one muscle, one limb at a time. All eyes were on him, humans and numeric, he was very aware of that. What he was doing in his condition was a miracle. He should be lying in bed and agonising instead of standing up and walking to the interactive wall, dangerously reeling, gripping the pole of his drip to stay on his feet. He made it to the wall, put his hand on the pixelated face of his wife. How did this work already? How could he contact Rose and make her come here as soon as possible? “You want her to come?” It took him a couple seconds to understand what the voice had told him. His blood was rushing in his ears which was surprising given that his heart was beating as slow as a horse’s heart, if not slower. He nodded to whoever had spoken. Yes. That’s what he wanted. “I’m gonna get her for you.” He would have thanked the voice if he could have spoken. Even when he tried, nothing was coming out of his mouth. It was only irritating his throat. He focused on the wall again. Pressing the screen that much with his hand had messed it up. It had frozen on the page of the latest results of their researches. He frowned so hard he ended up squinting to be able to read what was before him. Even with his glasses, he couldn’t see much anymore. It was as frustrating as being unable to speak. But once he read that one particular line, his brain seemed to woken up from the drugged haze causing him to drift off, causing his muscles to protest at the extra efforts he was making. He needed his felt pen. He rushed to his bed; fought to open the box he was putting his belongings but only managed to make him fall. It broke and everything was strewed. He growled his annoyance and slowly dropped to his knees and looked for his pen by hand since he couldn’t see much of anything. “On your left.” He moved to the left, groped around the ground to catch that precious pen he needed to write his idea down before it went away. The morphine added to the noctiagus was making him lose his composure. Many times he nearly fell to the ground because his body couldn’t handle his weight anymore. “Do you want me to get in to help you.” No. He didn’t want help. He wanted to figure this out on his own and he would manage to. He stopped looking for his pen, scratched his hand and got rid of the drip. Never mind the pain, he needed all his abilities to work on this. The voice was guiding him to find his pen and he was following the instructions but he was disturbed by his throat itching. He coughed. Once, twice. It got better. He found his pen and started writing on the floor. The last line of their results. His corrected version. He didn’t have the courage or the strength to get up and had no idea if what he was writing was readable but he wrote his idea. His pen died in the process. He coughed again. Something was wrong. “I’m calling Liv.” She wouldn’t get here in time. That was a certainty for him. He was spitting out blood now. It would be his end and he would go on a good note. He would give them the answer they had all been looking for during the last five years. He used his own blood to keep writing. His hand was shaking badly and he was dizzy, consequences of the coughing fit and lack of oxygen. He was losing it, wrote faster, coughed harder and when he reached the final point of his formula, collapsed in a puddle of his own blood…

To be continued...

Ghost of you © | 2017 - 2019 | Tous droits réservés.

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Maxence wasn’t dead, but he wasn’t alive either. When she had felt better, Jack had taken her to the cages only to find Liv with all the doctors she had by hand at the moment inside Maxence’s cage. They were all around him and Zach explained them that he had had another fit while he was trying to get their attention on what he wanted. That had been shortly after Jack left. After that, he had been looking for his pen and writing a formula as if his life depended on it. Which was the case if they had to be honest with themselves. Jack had expected Rose to be staring at Maxence while the medical team was trying to keep him alive but her eyes were riveted on the pictures of the formula. Zach had screened it and printed it and Rose was fixing it, oblivious of everything around her. She grabbed the pictures, reread them.

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she’s walking down a quiet street in new york  f u c k i n g  city, of all places, when she smells it : the strong tang of COPPER that used to plague her all around town when she was first turned. didn’t know then that everything was heightened because of the bite on her shoulder --- just assumed that she’d hit her face in the attack, was always expecting a nose bleed that never came.

but she knows better now. doesn’t know  w h y  the smell’s so pervasive but she knows it means SOMETHING. means, maybe, that someone  ( or something )  from her hometown is here, now. a threat, so far from home. with barely a dozen people in her line of sight, it doesn’t take tegan long to sniff the person out. she’s had a few months now to hone her new abilities.

and she ... doesn’t recognise her. knew just about everyone back home, so ... she should. but she doesn’t falter for long. doesn’t  m a t t e r  if she doesn’t recognise the girl. the smell still means something, and doesn’t mean anything GOOD; she’s certain.

she comes up from behind and grabs the girl by the shoulder, pulls with FORCE. 

     “who the fuck are you? are you tailing me?” // @ofherstory​ 

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it’s... an underground freak bar, where all the things that go BUMP in the night come to get wasted and let the  m o n s t e r  out. a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a psychic that tegan found pointed her here.    if you wanna find yourself a beast, that place's your best bet.    but she’s been here every night this week, makes the next night’s booze money hustling pool with the people she talks to, and she’s no closer to finding the asshole that turned her.

and then she smells it. doesn’t know how ‘cause this place is a constant goddamn ASSAULT on her nose, all the different scents blending into one and overpowering her, but --- she smells it, knows now what copper means, and she wastes no time sniffing the wolf out. met a  w h o l e  load of monsters here, but not many wolves. this could be her shot.

helps herself to a seat when she finds her and thunks her elbows onto the table, drunk and SHAMELESS in the way she points at the girl. that’s one good thing about this place. she doesn’t have to beat around the bush; can just say it like it is.

     “you smell JUST like someone i’m tryin’ to find. you ever been to the west coast?”

// @wulflune liked for a starter. 

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--------- original meme not available // @aardently.

SHE SHOULDN’T HAVE OPENED HER MOUTH, but tegan’s not known for being mild-mannered, never thinks about the  c o n s e q u e n c e s  of her words until it’s TOO LATE. usually just means a punch to the face, a fist in her hair. shit she's been able to handle since she was in pigtails. 

                    but talking big to a demon gets her thrown against a goddamn WALL.

one minute she’s standing her ground and the next she’s not standing on any ground at all,  f l y i n g  back through the air. head CRACKS against the cement and pain radiates down her spine, vision going dark as the room spins  v i o l e n t l y  around her. nothing else exists. she’s not even aware of the way her body CRUMPLES to the floor, weak and defenceless and open for the taking.

only comes to when she’s JERKED UPWARDS, the world swimming back into focus. the thick smell of TAR fills her nostrils and oxygen  f l o o d s  her lungs, just in time for kathryn to wrap a hand around her neck and STOP IT. her first concrete thought is: thank fuck i’m not still human. if kathryn’s powers could do this much damage to her stronger, thicker-skinned, quick-healing body, god knows what she could do to a human being.

                                                  her second thought is: this fucking bitch.

can only half-process what the demon’s saying but what she does understand just  d r i v e s  her anger further, makes her wanna rip the condescension straight out of her mouth and PROVE HER WRONG. feet off the ground, tegan tries to kick her, but  m i s s e s  in her disorientation ------ spits BLOOD in her face instead and lands it, two seconds after the grip around her neck eases up and two seconds before she  c r u m p l e s  all over again, legs giving out under her without kathryn’s hand KEEPING HER UP.

it’s not the show of DOMINANCE she was hoping for but she doesn’t let it  d e t e r  her. puts all her wolf strength into another kick at the demon’s shins, and this time it HITS.

     “you got NO IDEA what i’m capable of, motherfucker. NO IDEA!”