Mercy paced the length of her small hotel room, her fury building quickly with every moment that passed. Shed let her guard down, and around a vampire no less! Had she leaned nothing from the night of watching her parents be ripped to shreds when she was younger. Her chest felt like it was about to burst at the memory, her mind turning back time as if to watch the memory once more like a movie. Her in the closet, just a young thing barely six years old but she had known enough to trust her parents when they had told her to hide. She growled lightly, cursing in Irish as her fists met the walls leaving bloody indents from earlier punches. She hadnt cared who had heard her, shed been at this for hours pacing the room like an animal caged up and hidden from the public eye. Her knuckles were beaten and bruised, her breathing heavy with frustration at not letting the anger go. It wasnt like her to be so careless. She was a woman of the law, her appearance and attitude should have been everything to her but in that moment she had lost her resolve and it seemed like nothing else mattered but the rage inside. She moved to the double bed, tossing the green sheets off the bed and against the wall. She would have gone for the T.V. if it hadnt been removed from the room earlier for a slight tune up. She sucked in a breath and threw herself down on the bed looking around at the yellow walls. The shade of butter with beds and carpets of lime green shades, whoever had designed the room had guaranteed that whoever stayed in the room would gain a headache for their choice. She would have to deal, it was a bad idea to complain to the FBI about their housing choices for their agents. She was on top, and she needed to stay the way to keep her mind at ease for the future. It was at this moment that she missed home, not her own home in Boston but the home shed lost after the demise of her parents. She missed Ireland with the crashing waves and calming shades of dulled blues, greens and browns. She missed the slow rising sun and the one place that she had managed to feel safe in, the times before she knew that the creatures that lied in the tall tales were true. She missed it all, and that was her curse. To miss something she would never have again. She finally closed her eyes, and allowed the waves of sleep and the sounds of the highway to lull her to sleep.
Posted on: Sun, 09 Mar 2014 14:44:48 +0000
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