Mona Mayfair (i_amophelia) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2009-04-10 10:24:00 |
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Obession is unhealthy [narrative]
She needed to get out. She'd holed herself up in her room for longer than she would admit aloud, surrounding herself with electronics that whirred and buzzed, but did not make for companionship well. Or at all. And that might have been well and good, considering she could stare at a computer screen for hours on end, but the final straw had come when one of the computers had caught a virus.
It was nothing she couldn't fix, but it would take time. And Mona wasn't exactly the most patient of beings. The moment she realized all her hard work was disappearing, the hard drive being eaten away, she'd given up. A growl of frustration had creeped it's way into her throat. "Fix yourself!" She shrieked at the machine before storming out of the apartment.
In truth, she had been out from time to time, if only to feed. But her quest to get in touch with the outside world, or more importantly, her Quinn, had kept her far too preoccupied to care about her surroundings. She was stuck here. She watched the news, read the paper: anything she needed to know was right there for her. She was aware of what had been happening, for the most part. She could hear the thoughts of the mortals in the apartments around her own, as well as the ones that wandered past from time to time. Love spells. Bewitching. No, she had already had a taste of that in her younger years, thank you very much. She could do without repeating history.
She knew, long before she even started, that she shouldn't even bother. That it was pointless to try. But she was determined, and when she was determined, anything that stood in her way risked certain death. Or being annoyed endlessly by her complaints. You know, whichever got the job done.
It wasn't that she wanted to leave, or even that she thought she could. She simply wanted Quinn here. She'd sent email after email, only to have them returned. When she tried another approach, contacting one of her kind's eldest and wisest, that had been a bust, too. Deep down, she was a little relieved the email hadn't gone through. She couldn't even begin to imagine what Maharet's response would have been. "Suck it up and move on with your unlife, kid", only much more polite than that.
Even searching different web browsers had proven pointless. She could feel it when The City seemed irritated with her attempts; and that only made her try all the more harder.
But now here she was, in the heart of The City. She had already fed and was currently enjoying the rush of blood that filled her cheeks, her fingers, her legs. The kill excited her. She liked the warmth it brought, that burst of heat. But now she had to focus, didn't she, because there was something she was supposed to be doing.
Karen.
She was supposed to help her with her abilities.
She might have gasped when the realization hit her, but now she was laughing. "Perfect, just perfect. I'm no better than the boss now." She muttered. And her excuse was worse; she was certain he was out entertaining himself with The City, and what was her reason for being a poor and absent teacher? She had been busy chasing a pipe dream. Oh, hell.
She wondered if Karen had found Lestat, or vice versa. Did she already know how to control her powers? And then there was that stab of jealousy. Jealous, jealous, jealous. Not the same way she'd been jealous of Rowan, no. Don't think about Rowan! Merely that she had indeed wanted to help.
Maybe she still could. She'd find out, sooner or later.
Don't think about Rowan.
She was, though. That little flash in her mind of her dearest, and here came the sneer, cousin's image brought it all rushing back. Rowan, standing the hospital Mona had had built for her. Rowan, the elder cousin of the overdramatic Mona. Mona being hushed, by both her old and new family, so Rowan could speak and tell her oh, so tragic tale. Blah, blah, blah. Had Mona said that then? She'd certainly been thinking it. Blah, blah, blah, Rowan. Be quiet. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Cry me a river. Further fill the Mississippi with your tears. So on and so forth.
Stop!
There she was again, worrying over things that no longer mattered.
What mattered now was setting out to do the things she'd promised. Or, at least, finding some way to entertain herself in this permanent vacation.
[I'm back, though I didn't announce this in any of the other communities. Mostly because every time I do something like that, it always seems like more RL crap hits me. I figured I'd just add it in here and write this to make an excuse as to why Mona's been MIA. So if you got a comment from me and went "huh?", well, yeah, I'm still alive and around.]