Teddybear

Kate frowned at the sight of the little patchwork creature. Whatever it was - probably a kid, but it was too soon to tell - it looked like something some ...

Katherine Drakla : Stuck at sixteen, physically and mentally, Kate is 5 feet and eight inches of spite and sass. She was turned long ago by some traditional vampires with ...

Themed armor. She didn't know what she'd expected, but it wasn't this. He resembled the kind of 'fighter' she might glimpse at the occasional festival she attended. A performer. It ...

"They do," she agreed, then, after a pause, "Whatever I do down there, do not intervene. You won't be able to get back home if you do." She was talking, ...

She leaned into his chest, satisfied with his answer. She would see him again after this. He wanted to see her again after this. She had a friend. She had ...

She looked up at him, at his eyes. They're really pretty when they glow like that. A stray thought, cutting through the sluggish chaos. A moment of peace. "Please come ...

She took his hands, no longer just resting hers on top of his but forcing them away from his wrists. He was going to hurt himself. "I didn't want you ...

Megara looked away from him, her eyes fixating on the floor. Eddie. He hated her by now. She choked back another sob. "Stop," she said, skating her head, "Just...stop explaining. ...

Her eyes drifted down to his hands, drawn to them by the movement. She blinked the tears from her eyes and stared, absent, barely processing as she responded, "But you ...

"A...criminal consultant?" she asked, the individual words feeling odd to say together. A truly odd person, this man and his husband must be. As much as his company was enjoyable, ...

Megara's eyes squeezed shut tighter and tighter until she saw spots. She was stupid. Stupid, hopeful, egotistical, and selfish. How foolishly self-centered she'd been to think he'd come back. That ...

"Culinary magic," she repeated, "I can't say I've ever thought to research such a thing. What drew you to it, may I ask?" He was an odd man, she decided. ...

A year. It had been a year for him. She closed her eyes. "...why didn't you come back." Her voice broke, and she hated it for breaking.

She smiled, the human gesture once again deceptively natural on her face even as it was closed-lipped. She found that baring her teeth, as sharp and sharklike as they were, ...

The tears were silent now, constant streams to betray the emotion that didn't fully show on her face. There was no energy left in her. Nothing left to fuel her ...