#deathcursed

                    Lucky to be alive was what they’d said; the words, strung together in that particular order and directed to her seemed to be ironic in some form, having formerly been an immortal being. It wasn’t that she’d been unable to handle herself against some vampires, but that they hadn’t anticipated there to be so many of them————a whole nest. One had managed to get hold of her and give it a go at ripping her throat out. The next thing Sera remembered was waking up in the hospital; she didn’t like it, but it took more effort and strength to move than she’d have like to expend.

1. CLARA OSWALD2. TESSA GRAY3. supernatural 4. teen titans5. ISABELLE LIGHTWOOD6. supernatural7. doctor who8.  ROSE HATHAWAY9. teen wolf ( at least from when i used to like the show & i still have a overprotection of this character even when i have started to hate the show )10. doctor who

                    REVENGE DIDN’T FEEL like she thought it would be———fulfilling relief, a weight lifted off her shoulders... instead, it had quite the opposite effect, emptying her out slowly as the weight of it all crashed upon her endlessly. perhaps they were right to imagine her as a monster that belonged in a CAGE, though she argued that they were the ones to turn her into a monster; what else was one to become when they were locked away for nothing more than simply existing? clara argued that she hadn’t unjustly killed those angels... but knew in her heart that even if they weren’t the ones to have sought her out, if she had just encountered them of her own design, she’d still have killed them.

the motel was a small thing, on the side of some back-road, remote and out of the way. even then, despite however safe she might be for a little while, she had to leave. another dead angel, and the trail lead straight to her. the heart of a nephilim cast them out of heaven; desperate to return home some thought it might take them back, and if not then she was some sick way to alleviate some anger at the situation. she’d showered, shoved her ruined clothes into a shopping bag she planned to throw away a few towns over, keys to a stolen car sitting in the middle of the bed next to the small packed bag. she would have already been gone if it wasn’t for the fact that she’d heard someone in the narrow hallway outside of her room.

clara turned her head towards the door, listening to the footsteps drawing even closer. her chest felt like a cage, housing a wildly beating heart and bated breath; fingertips curled around the slender blade the moment she’d reached it. her own footsteps were practically silent as she cautiously stepped across the room to put herself behind the door, in the shadows. she licked her lips, twisting the blade anxiously... just waiting.