I'm Running To Somewhere

        --- Thank god Helena didn’t ask the same question a second time, Sarah didn’t think she could handle that. The brunette sat back on her heels, feeling the blonde’s intense gaze on her, but doing her best to ignore it for the moment. “I’ll be fine, Helena.” She muttered, trying to get her sister to relax a least a little. 

        --- “Nah, just Kira.” Sarah needed to spend some quality time with her daughter. As much as she loved her sisters, it was easy to sometimes feel crowded by them - especially since growing up it had just been her, Fe and Mrs S. Suddenly, Cosima, Helena, Alison... No, today it was just her and Kira - and Fe if he wanted to stay, but Sarah got the impression he had his own plans. Eyes narrowed at the vampire’s attempt at cleaning, though she said nothing. “Can’t yer contain your feeding to the bathroom or somethin’?” At least then they could just hose off the tiles. 

        --- “I didn’t know there were sprinklers.” Though, it was a reasonable guess, but a fact she’d left out at the time. She’d been under a bit of pressure.. At Krystal’s disgust, Sarah’s own brow furrowed. “It’s clean.” Or so she thought, lifting the shirt to her nose, sniffing it. Well, clean enough. And more importantly, it wasn’t wet. 

          — “Fine,” Hand offering the set of clothes dropped, Sarah shrugging. “If yer want to stay in ya went clothes…” Who was she to insist the other clone change? It’s not like she was a child, she could make her own silly decisions. 

       --- “Oh ya’r asking this time?” That was a first. Too often that question was answered when Sarah found the other already in her shirt. “Fine, yeah, whatever.” A dismissive shake of her head. She’d eventually take something of Carmilla’s, probably out of a pile of clean washing --- things were rarely put away. The vampire disappearing, thick kitchen gloves were pulled onto Sarah’s hands, stack of sponges gathered from beneath the sink. Because as much as she expected Carmilla to clean it up, she couldn’t just sit around and watch. 

        --- “Pale.” The correction comes instinctively now, like teaching a child. Hand still in her hair, she takes a breath in a feeble attempt to steady herself. “Just give me a minute.” She muttered, mind still working through her thoughts. 

— if memories could bleed, if dreams could scream | m.a.w

       --- “Ya worse than a bloody child.” True too; Kira occasionally left her jacket on the floor, but she rarely made a complete mess of the place. Carmilla, on the other hand. “Christ, it looks like a bloody crime scene.” The brunette picked her path carefully, avoiding stepping in the blood. After the last few years and everything she’d been through with her sisters, the sight of blood wasn’t so frightening any more, though it was still disgusting. “’Ow about you clean it up now? Fe is bringing Kira over.” 

         — “Helena, not now.” The words were exasperated, strained. She was trying to think. But the world was so loud, and so many thoughts kept swarming through her head. Her stomach was nauseous, Sarah wondering if throwing up would make things better or worse. Having Helena nagging at her, however, definitely wasn’t helping. 

        — “Yeah, well I don’t trust you either.” With all the bullshit that happened in her life, could anyone blame her? At this point, Sarah trusted no one except her family. And the man standing across from her was far from that. Lips formed a hard line, nose flaring with her outward breath. Why were things always so complicated? 

“You need to go.”