Winifred Jordan (warriors_gaze) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2017-01-09 13:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: alex jiang, character: winifred jordan, location: school grounds |
Thread: Anger Management
Who: Fred and Alex
Where: Near the woods
When: Monday Afternoon
Warnings: Usually some curse words with her
She had been trying a bit harder to act like her normal self lately, but she knew that Alex and Haylie both could still tell she wasn't right. Davian was dealing with his own shit at the moment plus she wasn't completely sure how close the two of them were to begin with. Eventually she would need to move past this depression she was going through. Either that or come clean with where she had actually been during summer and the first semester. She still wasn't really ready to do that though.
She wore a pair of black jeans and a tank top as she threw knives at a target hanging from a tree limb. Her mind showed her the face of her sire upon the target's surface. She knew there was no way for her to resolve her feelings towards him ever again. She was released from his power; therefore, she was nearly 100% certain that he was dead. The anger and hatred she felt for him would simply go unresolved for the rest of her days. Part of her hated Caitlin for taking away the opportunity to kill him, but mostly she just hated the fact that she would never be able to return to being friends with Caitlin because of him.
First he manipulated her into doing his bidding in order to have an opening in Fred's life. A knife released from Fred's hand and stuck in the target near the edge. Second, he had her help him turn Fred into a vampire. Another knife struck the top of the target and stuck. Then he starved Fred and set her loose upon her on mother. Another knife struck nearer the center of the target. Then, after Fred thought she was ready to kill him, he took control of both her and Caitlin again. The fourth knife pierced the center of the target. And finally, his death took Caitlin with him. The last knife was in her hand as she stared at the target. No matter how many knives she threw at this target, she would have to live with the knowledge that she failed. She failed to kill him. She failed to save her friend. She failed to save herself.
Anger surged through her body and she sent the last knife flying at the target where it struck the center and broke through to continue into the woods.
She dropped to her knees and sat there her gaze resting on the target. She wasn't a good hunter. A good hunter protected people. She had caused the deaths of others. She was just some pitiful damsel in distress. No matter how much she trained and prepared herself, that's what she was.