Silvia Anderson (_cookiedough) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2011-01-20 18:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | #solo, 2009-08-08 |
Little girl knows what she wants
Who: Silvia
Where: Graveyard -> SOPD
When: Morning
Silvia.
Cookie Dough.
Girl.
Cat.
Something or nothing in-between one or the other. She didn't know what she qualified as anymore. Most of the time she was an adorable half-grown kitten curled up on a fluffy bed playing with cat toys filled with soothing catnip or getting petted and adored by one of the twins. But when she wasn't she was back in her girl form, being doted on by Nikita and giggling with Kristen. Missing my mom. She'd even started to miss her dad. Which was what had brought her to the graveyard so early, before the sun even came up, and she was curled in front of the stone that had her mother's name written on it. Nearby was her father's. There wasn't one for her because they didn't know whether or not she was dead, but she'd heard the reports. More she'd seen the surprise on Nikita and Kristen's faces when they'd seen that she was alive and not dead. Dead like mom. At some point Silvia'd managed to accept that yes, her parents were dead. She'd lost them. As a cat she couldn't grieve and with her current life there wasn't time to say as a girl for long enough to even start getting over it.
All her life Silvia'd enjoyed being a cat more than a girl. There weren't any responsibilities and she could just pretend nothing bad had ever happened. Except it had. Every time Silvia shifted back she remembered that it was true, that she wasn't the same as she'd been. She couldn't come hoping down off the windowsill and go pounce on her mother's head. This was where her mother's head was and it... was... Silvia let out a pitiful mew and pawed at the headstone, rubbing her head against it after a moment. If cats could cry then she would've, but that was part of the problem. Part of what had been the beauty right at first. But it wasn't anymore. Silvia knew that she'd miss the twins and being able to do whatever she wanted, but she couldn't do this anymore. School was starting back up soon and as little as she'd enjoyed it, Silvia found herself wanting to go. She wanted to do back-to-school shopping and getting yelled at because she'd drifted off for a catnap in class. Only maybe now she could get away it by explaining that she was a cat. A cat who'd gone through something terrible.
Straightening, Silvia gave another mew before turning and trotting back towards Scarlet Oak itself. She needed to get to the police office and tell them what was going on. A lot of people would be glad she wasn't dead.
When Silvia walked into the police station she wasn't surprised by the looks she was given since she was a slightly dirty, and sorta naked, twelve-year-old girl. A girl that they'd had posters up about and been looking for ever since the first demon attacks had ended with her parents dead and her running scared. "Hi," Silvia said, her voice still carrying that almost mew-like note that it did right after she shifted. She had spent the majority of the past month or so without use of her actual voice, it wasn't surprising that bits of her cat nature would cling. "My name's Silvia Anderson and I bet you've been looking for me."
Five hours and one nap later, Silvia thought that maybe she was getting somewhere. Her aunt who lived in Washington had been called and informed that she was alive. Or her voicemail had been. Silvia hadn't been surprised that it wasn't possible to talk to her. She was always very busy. According to her father that was why she didn't have a family of her own, too caught up in work and other things. And on her mother's side there was no one but her grandmother. Silvia adored her grandma Celeste but she couldn't go to her. Celeste had been placed in a senior living area a little over a year ago and simply wasn't able to take care of a young girl anymore. Someone who worked for the local foster care agency had come to speak with her and Silvia had, yet again, relayed her request. She didn't want to go to a foster home. She knew exactly where she wanted to go and she was beginning to think that maybe she just should've gone there and let everything be taken care of in a way that didn't involve the police. They all liked their proceedings and measures far too much for her tastes.
"Silvia?" It was that social worker again, Karen or Kelly or something with a K. Silvia turned her attention away from the TV, and blinked over at her. She looked like a nice enough lady, had a soothing voice, but she was the one who had pulled out a list of foster families to put Silvia with. A list that she didn't want to see. She'd told the officers who she'd first talked to that she didn't want to be in the foster care system. "We've been making some calls and I think that we can get you placed with the Carter's before it's even dark. That way you'll have somewhere comfortable to stay until we-"
"Um, no," Silvia interrupted. "I told you where I'm going. It's not that hard."
"That's not really how it works, sweetheart."
"Don't call me that. And I know how it's supposed to work. But that's not how it's gonna. I vanished after my parents were killed, no one could find me. You put me somewhere I don't want to go and guess what? I'll do it again. Only this time I won't come back and you'll have no one but yourself to blame." She'd given this a fair bit of thought. People didn't like having a girl missing with all that was going on. Even if they didn't have a personal connection. And people made connections with kids really fast. Took responsibility for them. This woman right here probably felt responsible for her already. "It's not like I'm asking you to put me out on the streets."
"I don't know if we have a law in place right now that would allow you to have what you want."
Silvia shrugged. "Not my problem. Your problem. I'm going there. And I'll go there again and again and again if you keep taking me out. I'm stubborn and I'm not human, you can't just put me with some family and expect me to fit. Special needs, Karen."
"Katie."
"Katie then. I'm still right. Have you even tried calling her? She'd take me, I know she would."
"We can try. But I can't guarantee anything."
"I can." Well and good to do it the legal way since a bunch of people in Scarlet Oak knew who she was, but it was a headache. Could be easier to just stay a kitten who slept on Aetheria and Aurora's bed for the rest of her life. Except eventually she would get more bored of it. Eventually someone would notice that she wasn't a normal cat. Another were would pick it up and ask questions and it just wasn't as good of an idea as it'd been to her grief-stricken mind at first. Kids didn't always make the best plans. She wouldn't admit that if anyone asked, but this second plan of hers was way better. She stopped paying attention as Karen, or Katie, walked out. Hopefully to do what she wanted her to.
In the next few days she really hoped that she'd be living with Nikita instead of shipped off to some random foster family or her aunt. Which one of those was worse? Hard to tell since her aunt wasn't a were and what if she got put with a family of were-dogs? Vampire trumped that every time. Especially a rich vampire who liked her.