Lauren Drake can't be saved. (![]() ![]() @ 2013-10-08 18:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | john mitchell, lauren drake |
Lauren & Mitchell
Arriving in Lawrence post-death
Tuesday evening, October 8, 2013; an alley/the streets of Lawrence
TBD/In progress
"You brought me into this world, I want you to take me out of it."
"You brought me into this world, I want you to take me out of it."
She'd saved the lot of them. And now she just wanted him to save her too. But he was arguing. Of course he was. It's what they did every time they were ever around each other, wasn't it? But this. This was different. They didn't have time and she couldn't handle herself anymore. Could stand the thought of losing it, losing herself to what he'd turned her into. And she'd tried. She'd tried to stay away from the blood, for him, for herself, but it just didn't work. She was just too weak and the call of the blood too strong and she fell. She fell to it every time.
"Lauren, please don't make me do it." Mitchell was begging, begging her not to make him, but he had to. If anyone did it, it had to be hi.
"You have to. The me I used to be, she's almost gone, soon all that's gonna be left is her."
More arguing, but then. Then he did it. And she could feel the stake slip through her like a knife. It hurt. Oh, God, it hurt but it was over. The monster she'd become was finally gone.
Until it wasn't.
Lauren woke up what felt like mere minutes later, on the street in alley much as the one she'd died in, but it was different. She scrambled to her feet, looking wildly around, trying to gain some ground, get some kind of berrings about her surroundings. "Mitchell?" she called out, futile attempt really. He'd have been long gone by now.
She darted down the alley, out onto the street, bumping into some random passerby. "Sorry." she muttered, hardly even casting a glance in their direction.