Post by Janelle Aurora O'Hara on Oct 12, 2013 6:42:20 GMT
The day had started out good. The sun was just a little bit brighter, the birds were chirping a bit happier, and her father had even ate breakfast with her. Ok so maybe it was a piece of toast, and maybe he never actually set down, and maybe he was on his phone about work related matters the entire time. Still it was progress. He had been there before she went to school, kissed her on the head, and made a point to tell her to be careful going to school and everything. All that mattered was that her father cared for her. He had even surprised her with her very first car. A product of his significant raise, and possibly his guilt for never being around. It was currently in the shop being painted bubblegum pink. A special early birthday present. Next week she would be able to actually drive to school.
Her day passed steadily, but due to her schedule and the demand for her attention by her new friends she never found time to talk to Phoenix like she wanted. It was obvious he had something important to talk to her about, but the demands of high school kept them apart. That and she did not want to risk being seen talking to Kyra’s boyfriend in public. It would be social suicide, Kyra would ruin her. She was sure Kyra’s wrath would be something close to the inner circles of hell.
She barely survived cheer practive, she was so exhausted afterwards. She had hardly had the time to rest since the move. Then meeting her watcher, school, cheerleading, trying to maintain a social life, and patrol all wrapped into one day. She hoped having Phoenix around would be helpful. If nothing else maybe they could work as a team, and Fridays after the football games. Also it might be nice to have someone who understood what she was going through. How many slayers could say they had that.
Phoenix was more than a friend, he could be her companion, the one she could share all her secrets with. After all they both shared the same deep dark one. He might even save her life one day.
She did a quick, or what was supposed to be a quick sweep of the cemetery. It turned out it was more of a fight for your life, bleed, and rip your favorite pair of jeans. Two attacked her, and while it boosted her confidence on her abilities as a slayer, it dissolved any energy she had left for the night. The walk home was painful, and slow. Her ribs felt bruised, her right leg was bleeding through her ripped jeans, and she felt like her head was going to explode. After she killed the first one, it pissed off his maker. He tossed her against a mausoleum, and proceeded to take his time attempting to beat her into a bloody pulp. He was blinded by rage, and desperate for revenge for the death of his mate, and it made him sloppy. Janelle felt she had gotten lucky.
When she rounded the corner and started down her street her face fell even more. Her father was still gone, it looked like he was pulling another all nighter. He was obsessed with his work. She had hoped he would be home. But then again she really didn’t want him to see her like this, he would have too many questions. It registered in her mind she would start having to leave her second story bedroom window open. She wanted him to be there, but he hadn’t been. She knew it wasn’t her fault, but she looked too much like her mother, the woman that had broken his heart. After her grandmother died, he had dissolved into himself completely leaving her alone.
She wrapped her arms around herself, for the first time feeling the cold air. Her pace slowed once she reached the front steps. She had no true motivation to go into the cold, dark, empty house alone. She had barely been there a week, and it was far from home. She wondered if it would ever truly feel like home, or if she would even survive long enough to give it a chance. If her previous vampire encounter had any indication she was surviving purely on luck, and it was only a matter of time before that luck ran out.