( the multiverse is a strange place. after all, the very existence of a place like cadelle was something that had taken the better part of a month to really solidify in caroline's mind. she wasn't entirely sure she understood it, even now, but for the most part, it was a good place to be. nobody was tying her up or shooting bullets at her, nobody was telling her she was a shitty person or trying to kill her friends, and she didn't have to deal with avoiding the awkward conversational opportunities that came up whenever she and her mom crossed paths. so, all in all, not a terrible place to be.
and, on the bright side, she didn't have to make hunting trips or steal blood bags from other vampires here. the city had been more than happy to supply those on a regular basis, so long as she was willing to stop by the hospital every so often to pick up a fresh supply crate. it wasn't exactly the thing she wanted to be doing, but... well, it was better than the alternative. which is why, on a random afternoon, caroline finds herself waiting somewhat impatiently in a line to speak with the hospital's registration desk. at least, she was waiting. the sight of a familiar profile across the hall catches her attention, though, and she sidesteps away from the line with a quiet 'excuse me' in order to get a better look.
it's not quite right. the cop uniform is weird, for one thing, and the hair is longer, and he looks older — but it's the same face. she'd never forget that face, not in a million years. brody.
the city may have rules about violence and bodily harm, but caroline forgets them almost immediately as the not-so-distant memory of being locked up and tortured by that same face floods her mind. it's the image of his face, grinning sadistically in her direction, that prompts her to speed forward, enhanced agility giving her enough of an edge to shove the unsuspecting man into a nearby examination room, lock clicking with a swift flick of her wrist behind her. )
Any last words?
( ... okay, so maybe she's not going to kill him, but she sure is angry enough to want to. )
#wildcard
and, on the bright side, she didn't have to make hunting trips or steal blood bags from other vampires here. the city had been more than happy to supply those on a regular basis, so long as she was willing to stop by the hospital every so often to pick up a fresh supply crate. it wasn't exactly the thing she wanted to be doing, but... well, it was better than the alternative. which is why, on a random afternoon, caroline finds herself waiting somewhat impatiently in a line to speak with the hospital's registration desk. at least, she was waiting. the sight of a familiar profile across the hall catches her attention, though, and she sidesteps away from the line with a quiet 'excuse me' in order to get a better look.
it's not quite right. the cop uniform is weird, for one thing, and the hair is longer, and he looks older — but it's the same face. she'd never forget that face, not in a million years. brody.
the city may have rules about violence and bodily harm, but caroline forgets them almost immediately as the not-so-distant memory of being locked up and tortured by that same face floods her mind. it's the image of his face, grinning sadistically in her direction, that prompts her to speed forward, enhanced agility giving her enough of an edge to shove the unsuspecting man into a nearby examination room, lock clicking with a swift flick of her wrist behind her. )
Any last words?
( ... okay, so maybe she's not going to kill him, but she sure is angry enough to want to. )