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Welcome to Wonderland, Molly (Sam)
The last thing Molly Carpenter knew was Lea was dragging her back to their hideaway near one of the many entrances to Undertown in Chicago. The Ragged Lady had lost it on a trio of college guys who were getting handsy. Of course, her mind had slipped back to Chichén-Itzá thanks to an emotional overload brought on by the holidays being on her. It wasn't the first time she had missed the Carpenter family holiday traditions, but that didn't make it any easier. If anything this time it had been worse. Last year she had still been recovering. Thomas had told her that Harry was dead, and she was still physically damaged. The Leanansidhe had nipped her out of the hospital as soon as possible, healed her up more in a manner that really wasn't pleasant then picked up where Harry had left off with her wizard training. That had been the birth of The Ragged Lady, and a whole lot of things that had cemented the emotional and mental damage.
This year she still couldn't go home to her family. She couldn't take the chance of leading anyone to Her. She had been put there to be kept safe where she could grow up loved and warm. Molly would be doing Harry's memory no favors by going anywhere near Her. It still tore a chunk out of Molly's damaged emotions and her mind had slipped back into the war in South America where she had been surrounded by Red Court vampires. The three guys hadn't meant her any good, but they certainly weren't bat faced, blood sucking monsters hell bent on killing her in messy, painful ways. It also wasn't their fault that she mistook them for exactly that, and if not for the intervention of Lea, Molly would have killed them.
But something went wrong in the transportation. Whereas Molly was used to being dumped onto a filthy mattress and told to sleep it off, this time she landed in the middle of an intersection. A shriek escaped her as cars laid on their horns, screeching to avoid hitting her by swerving or slamming on their brakes. She pulled up a hasty, but strong shield to avoid getting hurt, cowering beneath it. When she was certain the vehicles weren't going to hurt her she dropped the shield. Mistake! Because now people were rushing to help her, and to Molly they all had bat-like faces.
This year she still couldn't go home to her family. She couldn't take the chance of leading anyone to Her. She had been put there to be kept safe where she could grow up loved and warm. Molly would be doing Harry's memory no favors by going anywhere near Her. It still tore a chunk out of Molly's damaged emotions and her mind had slipped back into the war in South America where she had been surrounded by Red Court vampires. The three guys hadn't meant her any good, but they certainly weren't bat faced, blood sucking monsters hell bent on killing her in messy, painful ways. It also wasn't their fault that she mistook them for exactly that, and if not for the intervention of Lea, Molly would have killed them.
But something went wrong in the transportation. Whereas Molly was used to being dumped onto a filthy mattress and told to sleep it off, this time she landed in the middle of an intersection. A shriek escaped her as cars laid on their horns, screeching to avoid hitting her by swerving or slamming on their brakes. She pulled up a hasty, but strong shield to avoid getting hurt, cowering beneath it. When she was certain the vehicles weren't going to hurt her she dropped the shield. Mistake! Because now people were rushing to help her, and to Molly they all had bat-like faces.