#ghostofaformerself

trevor glares at her over the rim of his glass as he takes a drink, using that as a moment to get his thoughts together. how long had it been since they last saw each other? nearly 200 years now? longer? time hardly mattered when you were immortal...

the last time he had seen her, she had been soaked in the blood of those innocent people, so blinded by bloodlust that she had nearly killed him and yet, he couldn't kill her. every time he tried, he would remember so many memories with her — hunting by her side, late night talks, patching each other's wounds, sharing warmth when the nights got too cold, waking up together naked in a mess of blankets, not wanting to leave whatever semi-safe place they had found to enjoy each other's company but forced to continue on with their job until she got attacked, dragged off into the night, presumed dead until... he had just incapacitated her and took her far away from that town, deep into the forest, and left her there, hoping they wouldn't cross paths again. he knew he should've killed her, but he couldn't and this was all he could do. maybe she would just die out here and he wouldn't have to see her again and could deal with everything that way. he hadn't seen her since so in a way, it had worked, as she didn't stir up anything that caught his attention and she was no longer absolutely feral. maybe it had been the right decision all along, despite how against his nature it had been.

So much fun, so many memories. A great week that went by way, way too fast. I feel like a person again, and it was so worth it. Despite crying like a baby as I walked back to my car after dropping one of my OLDEST friends off at security check for the airport (after it took us literal years to finally meet and get the time to hang out and vibe), I'm still feeling better than I have in a while. Paige is someone who has helped me start putting my mental health as a priority, someone who believes in me and has reminded me that she's one of the few in my corner even when I felt utterly alone.

     THERESA GIVES THE BRUNETTE A small and kind of sad-looking smile. “I’ll live,” she said simply. “Just a skinned knee, it’ll heal.” She tugged up the skirt of her dress a little, showing off said skinned knee. It had already stopped bleeding, but it was going to have to be cleaned. “Don’t worry about me. I am SO SORRY about your car though.” There was something resembling ACTUAL remorse in her voice. It was a really pretty car and a part of her did feel a little bad for denting it. But she needed a way to get closer to the detective.

     “I eh… As I said, I will pay for everything.” She weakly motioned towards the dents. “Do you… Will it be expensive? I don’t know a lot about cars.” She ran her hand across the saddle of her bike. “I’m more of a bike girl,” she added with a chuckle that had some nervous energy to it. It really did seem like she felt bad for what had happened, and she was quite proud of herself.

matt donovan was first, and she made it quick. showed him mercy where he hardly deserved it. she’s smart about it though --- wears a pair of old men’s shoes, canvases their houses before she breaks in, makes sure to keep her dna out of it. matt donovan went easy. tyler lockwood put up a bit more of a fight. alaric saltzman was the third. the most recent. and, apart from what she has planned for damon and klaus, his death was a bit of a masterpiece, if she does say so herself. there’s always a bit of a high after a fresh kill, combined with a sense of relief. vindication. justice finally served. karma coming back around. repercussions that can’t be blocked by the town council and the riches of parents. a part of her died when she was seventeen when damon salvatore first got his hands on her, why should they all not serve an equal sentence?

now that the blood is off her hands, she feels her shoulders relax. her mood brighten. her spirits lift. and while she knows that most of that can be attributed to another name crossed off her list, she knows that there’s a sizable portion that can be attributed to her. truth be told, she thought of giving it up when she met rayne. it was too risky, and the feelings between them grew so deep so fast that for a moment, caroline thought that maybe it could overtake the decade or so of turmoil that’s haunted her since back then. there is, obviously, the unfortunate situation that the very agent hunting her is the same one sharing her bed, but if anything, it almost makes things a bit more thrilling. besides, she’s not a real serial killer. she has a list. she has a plan. and once it’s done, it’ll be done. she’ll be free. she’ll be happy.  

       “Why didn’t you tell me?” Hotch’s brows tighten into a disapproving frown. He’s at least done Rayne the favour of pulling her aside, away from the prying ears of the rest of the department, and into a small, empty interrogation room. Grilling her one on one is the best course of action ( for now ). What he’s talking about is made clear as he slams a file down on the table. The legs shake a little, but he pays no notice, opening the folder and spreading its contents across the surface. 

       All sorts of relevant information pertaining to the case is sprawled out so she can clearly see it. Evidence, a lot of which he has since managed to link to Rayne thanks to a lot of digging and a few, almost sleepless nights. He’d found it strange how his department had been paired with her, they are usually left to themselves unless it’s a matter of national threat. Now, he’s realised the ulterior motive, the deliberate seeking out that had been done. How Rayne has managed it still remains a mystery, but Hotch knows that she can’t be allowed to continue. Cases where personal investment is involved never go well. 

“ i miss her, too. “

of all the people i would’ve ever thought could’ve ended up in the ground, i never would’ve imagined it would be selina kyle. -- layden. if i called her kyle after being married she would’ve left me bleeding in the street. but i never imagined selina with two children. i never imagined selina with anything close to gentleness; she ‘s always seemed much more of a tempest. and now, she isn’t anything. 

holly and trish are both sweet, thoughtful, kind, bright. holly has the cat’s edge. she’s sharper than she intends to be, but being raised by selina i can’t imagine encourages softer edges. trish is intelligent, clever, sensitive to a faut and prone to a righteousness that surprises me for someone her age. no one has more of an understanding of what justice is than children. the both of them. selina is proud. i’m not given to the idea of an afterlife, but i know it without there having to be a tangible one.

“ trish is going to be seven feet tall. “

When Damian got home from work, he couldn’t find Bella anywhere. He searched every room, under every piece of furniture, and even in the cupboards! Where she could have gone was beyond him, as he lived in an apartment several storeys high, and she’d never tried to leave before. Bella was always perfectly content loitering around the space or taking naps in her comfortable bed or trying to trick Damian into feeding her an extra meal. She wasn’t an outdoorsy cat.

Anxiety was eating him up — Bella was the only family he had — when out of the blue, he heard meowing coming from his bedroom. Damian rushed over there immediately, and he found Bella just…sitting at the open window, grooming herself. “Bella! You had me worried!” he exclaimed in relief, the extent of which his cat didn’t seem to notice. When he got closer to pick her up, he noticed she had a shiny object next to her. She must have snatched that up from wherever she’d been. Damian picked it up— A dog tag? Where the heck could Bella have gone that she could find a dog tag?! Damian didn’t know a Rayne Hayden, so he had no idea how he would return it, either. Maybe if he asked the apartment complex’s janitor…