Charlene Pearl (fiercetide) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-02-14 18:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | #solo, 2009-07-03, charlene |
But if I tell myself a little white lie
Who: Charlene
Where: Her boat
When: Late evening
Nixie was nowhere to be found.
Charlene had gone up and down the river, following every little off-branch between here and the big lake. No sign of her sister was to be found anywhere. She was left with very few options for what was going on because even the lake was empty of her sister. Oh she saw signs of other merfolk. That Corentin fellow was around and then there was a mermaid in the lake, of that she was almost certain. But that mermaid was not Nixie. Charlene did not have to see or meet her to know that.
There were not a whole lot of options left about what had happened. Charlene stretched out on her back on top of one of the wooden beams and stared up through the whole of the hull at the moonlight filtering through the water as she tried to figure out what was going on. Maybe Nixie had gotten tired of the river, very likely, and started making her way back to the ocean. That was actually the option that she liked more. It meant that Nixie was alright, if out of her life again, and Charlene could deal with that. She would have preferred knowing for sure of course. A note or something... which led to the other option and that one sent a shudder down Charlene's tail because she did not want it to be the right one.
The hunter had gotten her. That blonde woman with the gun who had caused Charlene to go to the hospital had gotten Nixie. Only in a worse way than with her. Instead of just injuring her - okay, almost killing, but Charlene liked to play that off a little in her mind so she did not have to be afraid of everywhere she went, like the demon incident - she had full out killed her. Only then, where was the body? As much as Charlene did not like thinking about it she knew that the body of a full-grown mermaid would not just vanish in the span of a few days. So... maybe... maybe she had taken her.
Charlene's eyes widened at that thought and she sat up, hands flat against her tail. The doctors and nurses had been far too interested in her blood. There was not a whole lot that she knew about hunters, but what she had heard said that they only went after things they wanted. If their blood was rare and people - or vampires - wanted it then a hunter would have a reason to go looking. And she did have to admit that the one who had come after her had been pretty well-equipped. Things covering her ears to prevent the singing from effecting her, those smaller things that created an odd disturbance in the water and most impressively of all she had not come flying out of the boat. She knew what she was after - mermaids, and she had not gotten Charlene because she had managed to get away and find help. The whole time in the hospital she had not once thought that maybe that same hunter had found her sister.
But Nixie was nowhere to be found.
"She went back and decided not to say good-bye because she's mad at me," Charlene told the fish plushie she had brought down with her. Because okay, Roxy had said they did not do well in the water and it did keep trying to float back to the surface, but Charlene had not felt like being alone. She had grown used to at least having her sister in the same general area and it felt wrong to be alone. She was sure her girlfriend would not object if she found out. "Because I'm dating Roxy and didn't want her to hurt her... trying to teach me a lesson. She'll come back in a few days and everything will be fine."
Not that she actually believed that, but it helped soothe her mind a little to think that maybe Nixie was just doing this to get back at her. As untrue as she knew it probably was she could play with the idea for a little. And as she started to believe it she started to get a little angry about it. How dare Nixie do that to her? She had let her stay in her home and welcomed her back without any reservations and now she was playing a trick on her. You know that's not true, the reasonable part of her mind whispered, but Charlene ignored it. She did not want to think about Nixie and the hunter. Or Nixie and any situation that ended with her out of the water and out of her life again. As much of a pain as her sister was and as difficult as she was trying to make things, she was her sister. And I'm mad at her for doing this to me.
"Maybe there's a freshwater shark," Charlene murmured sleepily to the plush fish. "And he'll eat her for trying to fool me. That'd show her."