Jadyn Cole is in a glass case of emotion (stayawayvamps) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-04-10 19:07:00 |
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Cecil was still with his father. Normally the thought left her with a bad taste in her mouth and the urge to roll her eyes, but tonight she was thankful. Cecil was enjoying time with his father, except for when it was bedtime and he wanted his mommy to tuck him into bed. It killed her when she heard Cecil’s voice on the other end of the phone, trying his best to make full sentences expressing how he had missed her. And oh, she missed him too. She wanted to hear him giggle and shout with joy as she chased him from room to room. It was as if there was a hole in her stomach, like a pool of hot lead had tied itself into a knot in her intestines. She hated how smug Michael seemed knowing that this was her week, but he had Cecil. She couldn’t stand the thought of his smirking face while he held her son in his arms. She wanted to slap that look off of his face. She hated the reason why Cecil was not curled up next to her on the couch, why he wasn’t dozing off while they watched a marathon of Rugrats or another silly cartoon. Missy. Her girlfriend. It seemed that the moment the relationship had become an official thing, something had to go wrong. She had known that Missy was a hunter, and she knew what that meant, but the danger never really seemed real until something happened. Missy had been hurt and might as well have said that she didn’t want to see Jadyn. Anyone would be right in assuming that the water elemental could not cope with any drastic change. Probably the best thing that she had handled was giving birth to Cecil, but sometimes she still felt as though she were a child trying to raise another. Which was one of the reasons why she had even called Michael in the first place. She wasn’t handling Missy’s injury or her inability to see her very well at all and she did not want to expose her son to that. At all. If he could go his entire life without seeing her breakdown, then everything would be perfect. Right now, things were far from perfect. Jadyn found it impossible to sleep without knowing for a fact that Missy was alright, and she kept thinking that something was horribly wrong with the Australian. She had first opened the whiskey to just help herself sleep, but when sleep wouldn’t come, she had drained another glass and then another. In no time at all, her mind had given way to the alcohol and she let the haze fill her thoughts. It made them a little easier to wear, but that also meant that it was easier for her tears to slip out of the corners of her eyes. This was how the past two days had flown by, the only highlight of her evening was when Cecil had called to say goodnight. How long ago had that been? One? Two hours? She wasn’t entirely sure. The phone was somewhere... wrapped up in the blanket that was crumpled on the couch? There was no telling. Not like it was ringing right now, at any rate. Rising to her feet, Jadyn realized she had stood up too quickly. Her head was spinning and she felt her stomach pull, threatening to spill its contents. She pushed herself toward the bathroom, using the walls for support until she found the open toilet in front of her. The mixture of alcohol and bile burned as it rushed through her throat and dribbled out of her mouth, hitting the water inside of the toilet with a sickening splash. A cough sputtered through her lips and she blinked, trying to urge the tears out of her eyes. She reached forward, her fingers grasping the edge of the counter to pull herself back up to her feet. Without thinking, she turned the faucet on, plunging her hands under the cool water and collecting a small pool before she pressed the water to her face. Breathe. Her element cooed in her mind, trying to calm her. The voice was welcome, but Jadyn found little comfort as she took in her reflection from the mirror. Without the lights on, there was still enough light filtering through the window from the moon. Shit. Cecil... It was the full. Her baby boy had transformed again. She knew that he loved it and he was so precious when he looked at her through cub eyes. It had been her turn, but now he was probably out with his father somewhere. He would be here with her and she would know that he was safe. Right now, she had about as much of a guarantee as she did that Missy was safe. Half of her face was in deep shadows as she lost the definition of her features. It was her intense desire to see that her girlfriend was alive and well -- or in general, really-- that caused her to start scrying. The surface of the mirror began to change and distort, the room brightened and her face tanned. No longer was a pale brunette with messy hair and dark shadows under her eyes staring out at her; now, a familiar face with blonde hair was looking through her, completely terrified. Jadyn wanted to reach out, to help Missy, but she couldn’t. She could only watch in horror as another woman’s hands wrapped around Missy’s neck, her face barely an inch away. If it wasn’t for the fear she knew was present Missy’s eyes, it could have looked as though the two women were sharing an intimate moment. The woman on top of Missy’s lips were moving, but Jadyn couldn’t hear any words. The alcohol was making it so much harder to concentrate than usual. The image kept flickering from the scene that was unfolding before back to her reflection. She couldn’t possibly understand what was happening to Missy, but she knew that she was in danger. When she thought she had seen more than enough, she noticed the other woman, a pale brunette who was far too pretty to even be alive. She had never seen her before in her life, but that wasn’t what caught her attention. The woman had been speaking and now, clearly, Jadyn could see her fangs. Her lips opened as a scream ripped through her. “Missy!” But there was no way the Australian could hear her. Her thoughts were frantic and she could no longer hold onto the image, leaving behind the cold mirror and her distressed reflection. “Missy! No!” She banged her fists against the mirror, hoping that she could somehow fall through and be there by Missy’s side, helping her. Even if she could do nothing but be in the way, she wanted to help Missy from the vampire that was attacking her. Her tears were hot as they streamed down her cheeks as she vented against the glass of the mirror. Not even Bubbler’s attempts at calling toward her could calm her down as she pounded her fists again and again. She screamed and shouted until her voice was hoarse and a loud crack finally announced that the mirror was broken. The glass showered down, shattering along the sink, counter and floor, but still Jadyn could find no peace. She fell to the floor, clutching her bloodied hands and sobbing freely as she curled up on the linoleum. Bubbler had fallen silent, leaving the house with only the sound of her cries. |