Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2019 16:11:53 GMT -5
Miss her, kiss her, love her, wrong move you're dead
It's driving me out of my mind
That's why it's hard for me to find
Can't get it outta my head
That's why it's hard for me to find
Can't get it outta my head
How she got here was harder to explain than the why. She had spent years getting out of the mental clutches of the woman that had hurt her for so long, that had taught her many things. So many dark things and she had fought it. She had fought against it, against the things that she had been taught to think and feel and though she was not sure if it was because of Dani, or because she didn’t feel bad about that part of her anymore. She had been miserable, trying to find a path and find a way through this world now that she was on her own. She had dated Death Eaters and those who were more light aligned and along the way she just kept piling it on. These things that those around her thought she should be until she didn't know who she was anymore.
Her uncle was a good man, and he had taught her about her family. She had done her research and even her father had been a man who did bad things for a good cause. She was broken, she had been broken for a very long time and no amount of wishing and hoping is going to change the things that she had been through. Nothing could change the fact that she had been through all that she had been through. The thing that kept going through her mind was Stephen, the man that she had killed when she was with Alfie, the way that she had felt when his blood had washed over his hand, the way that seeing the light fade from his pale green eyes had made the blood surge in her veins.
It had happened again since then. Others had approached her, and she knew that Katarzyna was dead, but her 'sister' was the most recent. The woman that had been raised along with Vetta, actual blood of the older woman. Not a Death Eater like the Russian had been, but a supporter and someone Vetta had known for most of her life. She could follow those beliefs and still be a good person. The world is not black and white; losing her magic taught her that. No one was safe from things like this, and she was finding where she was now. She existed in the mid-ground and that could change someday but she wasn’t fighting this.
Tonight she had a target. The name in the letter that was charmed to burn after reading. It didn’t take her long to find the man and seen his type. She knew what to expect and had dressed the way the others had. She had the ring with the powder on her finger, a dagger at her thigh and a vial in her bag. Backups, after all, were the best. She walked into the bar and sat down near the man and it didn’t take him long to fall into the trap that was the dress she wore. They moved to a table and then it was as simple as asking him to get her another drink from the bar.
She stayed there long enough for the man she paid to come to tell her that she needed to go home and then before she knew it the rest followed. The target was sick, he looked ill and she went and changed, removing the wig she tossed the items in the trash and changed purses with a woman for ten galleons. Moving to sit at the bar she ordered a drink and was raising it to her lips when someone sat beside her.
Her uncle was a good man, and he had taught her about her family. She had done her research and even her father had been a man who did bad things for a good cause. She was broken, she had been broken for a very long time and no amount of wishing and hoping is going to change the things that she had been through. Nothing could change the fact that she had been through all that she had been through. The thing that kept going through her mind was Stephen, the man that she had killed when she was with Alfie, the way that she had felt when his blood had washed over his hand, the way that seeing the light fade from his pale green eyes had made the blood surge in her veins.
It had happened again since then. Others had approached her, and she knew that Katarzyna was dead, but her 'sister' was the most recent. The woman that had been raised along with Vetta, actual blood of the older woman. Not a Death Eater like the Russian had been, but a supporter and someone Vetta had known for most of her life. She could follow those beliefs and still be a good person. The world is not black and white; losing her magic taught her that. No one was safe from things like this, and she was finding where she was now. She existed in the mid-ground and that could change someday but she wasn’t fighting this.
Tonight she had a target. The name in the letter that was charmed to burn after reading. It didn’t take her long to find the man and seen his type. She knew what to expect and had dressed the way the others had. She had the ring with the powder on her finger, a dagger at her thigh and a vial in her bag. Backups, after all, were the best. She walked into the bar and sat down near the man and it didn’t take him long to fall into the trap that was the dress she wore. They moved to a table and then it was as simple as asking him to get her another drink from the bar.
She stayed there long enough for the man she paid to come to tell her that she needed to go home and then before she knew it the rest followed. The target was sick, he looked ill and she went and changed, removing the wig she tossed the items in the trash and changed purses with a woman for ten galleons. Moving to sit at the bar she ordered a drink and was raising it to her lips when someone sat beside her.
