Post by Kat on Jul 22, 2012 23:45:19 GMT -5
It had been years. Not a decade. But some years. Kat needed to get away. Away from the life she had tried to leave since she left. Nothing much had come of it. More danger, more peril, more drama. She didn't know where else to go, but she needed to be somewhere. Because the alternative she couldn't convince herself of. But somehow her footfalls echoed that of her past. She came up upon a bar, somewhat withered from the rain and the past, but still holding strong. Liquor fumes wafted out and hit her nose. It was all she needed, and yet nothing she needed at the same time. She walked strait up to the door, almost so close she was touching it with her nose. But she stayed back an inch. Returning here, was it blasphemy? Being so young, teaching so many young to their death...Was this a place she should even show her face?
Shadows expanded all around her being. She ignored them. It wasn't as if she was in Spain for no reason. An urgent matter. It was always an urgent matter. Her damp blonde hair hung around her shoulders as she breathed heavily in and out near the door. Would entering be wrong? Should she turn back now, before succumbing to something she knew all to well? Silence?
Kat pushed opened the door to the bar. It was quiet inside. Her eyes hastily darted around before she locked eyes with a stool she had sat in many times before. Kat didn't know if it was familiarity she longed for, or just some poison. She ordered some poison. A old blend of Cabernet. She held the glass up to her lips and let some of the distilled warmth travel down her throat. It burned a little in the middle, but warmed down below. It was an ache quenched quite willingly. What was she doing back here? She didn't know quite what she was looking to find. Maybe just a few stiff drinks and a stumbling about town, reliving the failures of her past. What was in her future, she had yet to decide. The old cabernet in her hand was just another fight with a demon. Another shadow of her past.
And yet it tasted so good, she had another sip.
There was so much she had to say, yet no one to say it to. So many friends perished, so much evil released, on her part and despite her effort to contain it. Both personally and professionally. She had recently been in Estonia looking for a nutritional benefit to being bit by a vampire but not turned. Her research had been futile. If anything, her patients succumbed to the treachery and or glory of being immortal before she could stop it. That or they died from their organs drying up from the blood loss. Everything in the past ten years of her trying to help had withered at her touch. She was no special fighter, but a special failure. Or at least she thought, and had no one there to dispute otherwise.
Of course somewhere in her past she had help. If even indirectly. But her mistakes, Kat couldn't even count. They were to numerous a dozen to even begin to try and tally. So yet, she found herself in Spain. She had visited some old friends, and yet found herself drifting to the castle. She had briefly taught here before her second shadow war. So many casualties, so much death. It would never end. The world would go on turning, the good would be good, the bad be bad. The fortune of eternity spin out before the world in a reeking, stenching pile of mess only a few would try to make sense of. Or try to fix. Those who couldn't, perhaps, would find themselves on a bar stool. It would squeak with the need to be oiled, maintained and purged of the tainted souls who had come to occupy it over the years.
Kat took a few sips of the Cabernet, depleting at least half the glass. Oh, how the years would never change. Oh, how her heart would never mend.
Shadows expanded all around her being. She ignored them. It wasn't as if she was in Spain for no reason. An urgent matter. It was always an urgent matter. Her damp blonde hair hung around her shoulders as she breathed heavily in and out near the door. Would entering be wrong? Should she turn back now, before succumbing to something she knew all to well? Silence?
Kat pushed opened the door to the bar. It was quiet inside. Her eyes hastily darted around before she locked eyes with a stool she had sat in many times before. Kat didn't know if it was familiarity she longed for, or just some poison. She ordered some poison. A old blend of Cabernet. She held the glass up to her lips and let some of the distilled warmth travel down her throat. It burned a little in the middle, but warmed down below. It was an ache quenched quite willingly. What was she doing back here? She didn't know quite what she was looking to find. Maybe just a few stiff drinks and a stumbling about town, reliving the failures of her past. What was in her future, she had yet to decide. The old cabernet in her hand was just another fight with a demon. Another shadow of her past.
And yet it tasted so good, she had another sip.
There was so much she had to say, yet no one to say it to. So many friends perished, so much evil released, on her part and despite her effort to contain it. Both personally and professionally. She had recently been in Estonia looking for a nutritional benefit to being bit by a vampire but not turned. Her research had been futile. If anything, her patients succumbed to the treachery and or glory of being immortal before she could stop it. That or they died from their organs drying up from the blood loss. Everything in the past ten years of her trying to help had withered at her touch. She was no special fighter, but a special failure. Or at least she thought, and had no one there to dispute otherwise.
Of course somewhere in her past she had help. If even indirectly. But her mistakes, Kat couldn't even count. They were to numerous a dozen to even begin to try and tally. So yet, she found herself in Spain. She had visited some old friends, and yet found herself drifting to the castle. She had briefly taught here before her second shadow war. So many casualties, so much death. It would never end. The world would go on turning, the good would be good, the bad be bad. The fortune of eternity spin out before the world in a reeking, stenching pile of mess only a few would try to make sense of. Or try to fix. Those who couldn't, perhaps, would find themselves on a bar stool. It would squeak with the need to be oiled, maintained and purged of the tainted souls who had come to occupy it over the years.
Kat took a few sips of the Cabernet, depleting at least half the glass. Oh, how the years would never change. Oh, how her heart would never mend.