Who: Anna and Open (to anyone who can see ghosts) Spike What: Sitting and thinking. Possibly talking. Where: The roof. When: Late Thursday night. Rating: TBD, probably low though. Status: Incomplete/ongoing if log. If no one tags in, complete as a narrative!
Sitting on the edge of the prison roof had become a nightly ritual for Anna. With the leviathans finally taken care of, she didn't need to worry about sticking close to Jeremy around the clock to make sure that he was okay. At least until the next threat happened to arise. The very thought made her sigh, and she rubbed a hand over her face wearily. No doubt there would be a next time. There was always a next time. Danger followed people from Mystic Falls around like an imprinted duckling. She guessed that was how it would always be. The problem was, she wasn't really a part of any of it.
Sure, she'd helped out by getting Bonnie's powers back from Faye, and she'd helped Jeremy and Bonnie by distracting the zombie witches so they could shoot them. But she was so outside of everything. She wasn't human. She wasn't a vampire. When it came down to it, she was just a bad memory of days long past. She wrapped her arms around herself, rising to her feet, and staring out into the distance, her expression blank.
She needed to leave this place. She knew that deep down. The problem was, she didn't know where she would even go. She didn't know how to get back to her mother. And she didn't have anyone else besides Jeremy and Laura and a couple of others she'd sort of befriended. She knew Laura wanted to stay to watch over her pack. But most of the people from Mystic Falls hated her, and she didn't want to make Jeremy's life any harder than it already was. She hated that even as a ghost, she could still feel such strong emotions. Strong enough that they made her cry, because she hated crying. She'd always hated crying.
But as a tear trickled down her cheek, Anna didn't bother to reach up and brush it away. She stared out into the woods surrounding the prison. She could just take off. Vanish into the forest, see what else was out there. She knew it would be the best thing for everyone. It would be easier. She wasn't good at goodbyes, and saying goodbye before had been awful. She wasn't sure she could do it again. She just wasn't that strong.