Lucy Silverlake (![]() ![]() @ 2012-10-12 22:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | damon salvatore, lucy lehane |
Who: Lucy and Damon
What: Lucy has a dream and Damon sneaks his way into her subconscious
Where: a lighthouse along the coast of Washington
Warnings: unlikely
It had been a good raid. There had once been a survivalist living in a small house in Seattle. They hadn't been a very good survivalist though because her father had found their bomb shelter and raided it for food. Lucy who had been feeling hunger pains for a longer than she could remember was eager for the feast that was to come. The growl from inside of her had been almost overwhelming, echoing off the thin walls of the house they were currently staying in. Lucy liked this house, the walls were yellow and it reminded her of sunshine. The yellow reflected off of everything, including her parents giving them both an eerie jaundiced glow.
Suddenly Lucy's mother jumped up from her seat and gagged, grasping at her throat frantically. A rush of adrenaline flooded through her as she jumped up to her mother's side. "Mom?" she called out. "MOM?!" She shook her back and forth but her mother continued to gag and choke. Lucy blinked and her face changed shape, younger, more angular. Her birth mother.
"I poisoned her. Oops," her father said. She turned quickly to look at him, her rabbit heart jack-hammering away in her chest. His face was different too. Also younger, blonder, broader than lean. She wasn't looking at Scott McCall anymore. And it wasn't Allison McCall who was coughing over the table full of goodies.
"MOM!"
The room grew, stretching to an impossible length that made Lucy so very dizzy. "Mom? Dad?" She swallowed hard again, feeling like a desert had moved into her throat. They were so far away they probably couldn't hear her as she called to them. She wanted to run to them, to reach out but found her feet were frozen to the ground. She couldn't run or fight or move. She was strong, she had been born strong but suddenly she felt vulnerable and small as she watched them take her parents. They came with their guns and their fangs and just took them. Lucy would be with them if it wasn't for her feet. She was genetically faster than regular humans thanks to her father's DNA. Now that she was stuck it was as if she didn't even exist, like she had never existed at all.
She was suddenly plunged into darkness, only a small beam of light illuminating her body. She heard something breathing in the darkness. It was a labored type of breathing, like a creature in pain. Each ragged breath told the abbreviated tale of a day that would not be lived. It was a dark lump on the floor and Lucy approached it slowly and with the kind of respect a person might reserve for something holy.
The sun came up then and she was bathed in light as she put her hands over the dying deer, it's fur soft and hot on her palms. It was a buck she had shot with an arrow. The sorrow of erasing such a proud and graceful creature had bothered her even if she was grateful for the venison later. She felt it's life slip out from beneath her fingertips as she breathed out.