[She's barely speaking, more like breathing, and she's backpedaling, fumbling for the door of her cabin. She feels slow and inept and so clumsy after a week of vampiric power, and a tiny part of her misses it (she doesn't want to, she can't, she's a horrible person for wanting the power back, for wanting her humanity, for wanting too much), no more so than now when she needs to get away.
She can't face her pack after what she did. Not now, maybe not ever...she can't face it, and something is welling in her chest, hot and frenzied and animal...desperate, clawing panic, every breath bringing her closer to hyperventilating because she can't, she can't, she can't she can't she can't...]
Monday Spam
[She's barely speaking, more like breathing, and she's backpedaling, fumbling for the door of her cabin. She feels slow and inept and so clumsy after a week of vampiric power, and a tiny part of her misses it (she doesn't want to, she can't, she's a horrible person for wanting the power back, for wanting her humanity, for wanting too much), no more so than now when she needs to get away.
She can't face her pack after what she did. Not now, maybe not ever...she can't face it, and something is welling in her chest, hot and frenzied and animal...desperate, clawing panic, every breath bringing her closer to hyperventilating because she can't, she can't, she can't she can't she can't...]
I can't...I can't...I can't...