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Thinking Back

Willa Burrell
Willa Burrell

Gender : Female Location : Shreveport
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Post by Willa Burrell on Wed Aug 21, 2013 10:58 pm

'Well, this is just fucking great!' Willa thought to herself when she heard about her human father's death. Would things be different if she hadn't gone off with Eric? If she had simply allowed him to kill her? If she hadn't provided all of the intelligence against her father about what he was doing in the camp?

In most ways she knew that things would still be the same. Her father would still hate vampires, especially Eric, if he had simply killed her that night. It was strange how, even though she knew the first night she had ever laid eyes on Eric had been a short time ago, it seemed like it had been so far away. So much had happened. He seemed so unimposing, in his human disguise, so harmless. Closing her eyes, she thought back to that fateful night when she had first seen the man that would become her new father.

Placing a smile upon her lips, Willa walked into the foyer where her father's 5:00 p.m. appointment was waiting.

"The governor will see you now Sir," she stated politely as she pointed the way to her father's office.

Walking to her room, she let out a sigh. Her father was so worried about her safety now that he had made his outrageous proclamations against the vampires. She was only allowed to go outside during the day and then she still had to bring her father's security thugs everywhere with her. He was worried that a vampire would glamour, or simply order, a human to kidnap her. She knew that he clung to her because he no longer had her mother. Her mother's leaving was what prompted her father's hate-filled campaign against vampires. He had never gotten over the fact that she had walked out on him to be with a vampire; thus planting the seed for his prejudice and eventual plans to rid the world of the entire vampire species.

Rummaging through her dresser drawer, she pulled out a thin white nightgown and prepared for bed. Once dressed, she sat at her vanity table to remove the ridiculous anti-glamour contacts that he insisted she wear. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she wished that she had been allowed to move in with her mother and step-father.

Suddenly, he was there. Floating at her window and glamouring her to allow him access to her bedroom. Truthfully, she knew that he didn't truly need to glamour her. She had wanted to join him since the first moment that she met him. She wanted to be his, or to be dead. After all, what good was it to be alive when you weren't allowed to live?



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