Nixie Pearl (silentwaves) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-09-08 20:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | #solo, 2009-07-26 |
Take a risk
Who: Nixie
Where: Nikita's place --> FREEDOM
When: Veeeeeeery early morning
Yet another dream. No it was a nightmare. She'd been hanging from that wall, coated with water that wasn't fresh, being laughed at by an excuse of a human who claimed that she'd sliced her little sister's throat open, bled her dry. Those nightmares came almost every time she slept and there was nothing she'd been able to get rid of. No matter how much she read, no matter what she read... always there, waiting for the moment her eyes fluttered closed. Nothing could make them stop.
Nixie was tired of this prison. Of being kept in a tank that wasn't the ocean, not even a river. This place had nothing on the tiniest, most pathetic river or pond that she had been in throughout her life. And there were a lot of those. Sure she got given humans to eat whenever she wanted, if they did something wrong, but she didn't care. She was starting to get depressed. Reading books had nothing on this. Mermaids weren't meant to be kept in cages, they were supposed to be in the ocean. Okay, so some of them were born to freshwater but that wasn't her. She was born for the endless depths of the ocean and new discoveries... not this. She could find her own food, thanks.
Besides that, her sister was out there. Maybe. Nixie refused to believe what that human who'd caught and sold her had said about her sister's blood being drained out and gone. No, Charlene wasn't dead. Not with her bright eyes and ready smile, her easy nature and the way that she just adjusted to everything... no, she'd gotten captured so that Charlene could be free and at least her sister needed to have done that for her. She could handle the pink-haired girl (maybe) but dead? No, Nixie wouldn't forgive her for that.
Nikita, that vampire, liked to pretend that she was like a guest who was treated well. That was why she could read the books. Why she could eat the people. But she bit her and drank her blood whenever she felt like it. Nixie was starting to feel like she was some sort of an all-night buffet that she'd seen humans advertise with those bright, flashing neon signs. Only there was just one of her and she happened to still be alive. Because I wouldn't be as valuable dead. Sure her time here had taught her how to understand the spoken word better and her own dialect was improving, if gaining tints of a Russian accent she shouldn't have had, but Nixie didn't care about any of that. Her dreams were nightmares of the place collapsing in on her, of being shot, of Charlene stretched out and paler than ever, every drop of blood drained out of her like she'd been some sort of an animal. Because that's how they look at us. I was right all along and if she died because she wouldn't listen to me so help me I'll find someone to bring her back so that I can kill her myself. Nixie didn't quite understand the limits of supernaturals so she was almost certain one had to exist who could do that.
Today - tonight, it didn't matter, they all bled together and matched one another when there were no windows and the hours kept by the staff varied so much that Nixie stopped caring - was one of those times when Nikita wasn't in. Nixie could tell because everyone moved slower and she hadn't been presented with someone to eat despite that. But that didn't mean she had to be stuck in the tank and more... Nixie hadn't done it yet. She had been there she didn't even know how long but she hadn't tried one single time to get out. Because it seemed pointless. Until then she'd been able to tolerate her existence but for some reason the past few days had been harder. She wanted to see the sun and the stars, to chase and catch a fish on her own, to see if Charlene was alive. It wasn't much to ask for and yet she couldn't ask. She had to take it.
Tapping on the glass when one of the men, she'd heard Nikita call them 'grunts', came in and motioned at the bookshelf. He was one of the ones who'd let her out before. A privilege there wasn't reason to deny her with how well she had been behaving, she even threw in a smile when he unlocked the hatch on top that let her out. Idiot. Nikita would deal with him later. He didn't even look like a vampire, his return smile showed off dull human canines, and Nixie wasn't surprised when he crumbled like a rag when she struck him on the side of the head. She wasn't trying to kill him, just make it so that he'd be quiet. Getting out would be a problem if there was a lot of noise. Sliding down the ladder she picked up the robe that Nikita'd left her to wear so she didn't 'take a chill'. The mermaid wasn't quite sure what that was but it covered those terribly bare, pale legs that were shaking as she made her way to the door and pushed it open.
Where was everyone? Worrying her lower lip, heart thumping so loud that she was sure every vampire in a mile radius could hear, Nixie slipped out the door and started for another. Walking wasn't her favorite thing and she kept stumbling over the hem of the robe but luckily she couldn't curse in this form, just catch herself and carry on. But what way was out? Cursing inside of her head, she could see the stars through that window! ...wait, window... glancing up and down the hall Nixie slipped next to the window and looked outside. Tears stung her eyes at the sight of the night sky and open expanses of ground. Yes, she preferred the water by leaps and bounds, but anything that was not inside a human dwelling was beautiful to her right then. And it looked like she was only a foot or so above the ground so... there was a way to open the window, she'd seen humans doing it all of the time, but how...?
Her fingers, shaking because of the adrenaline pumping through her system, scrabbled at the window, searching for some sort of latch. But that was when she heard the sound of footsteps and froze, eyes huge in a face that was suddenly pale as she realized that the window had to be open. She had to get out or go back. Not an option. Out, have to get out... It was just glass, right? Taking a deep breath, Nixie drew her arm back and drove her hand through the window, wincing at the sound of shattering glass and the feel of it slicing through her skin, blood spilling out on the floor. Voices rose from around her and the mermaid threw herself through the window and onto the damp grass. Clutching her injured arm to her chest, the white cloth staining as the blood spread out, Nixie turned and ran.
Where she was running she had no idea. The nearest body of water, that was what mattered. If she got into the water then she could find where her sister lived and prove to herself that yes, Charlene was fine. Maybe had even been taught a lesson by her sister's long absence. Yes, she'd do that, and while she was at it she was going to love every minute of being able to stretch and run. Human legs were such a feeble, useless thing but right then she loved having them because they were carrying her away from that horrid tank step by step and she'd never have to be left feeling light-headed and like someone's prey again.
Never ever again.