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Staring out the window in the kitchen of the coven house I can see the sun just starting to peek out over the trees, and I’m wide-awake. Not because I got up at the ass crack of the day to be productive or anything, but because once again, I still haven’t been to sleep. I say ‘still’, because I haven’t gotten a good nights rest since I helped Vanessa off Michael and Tamara. Or rather since Vanessa offed Tamara and I offed Michael, if we want tobe really accurate about things.
Even that night after Vanessa and I came back, I was out like a light only for a few hours. And then I was up like Frankenstein rising from the lab table. It had been that way for days. Before I thought I felt guilty, and I guess I might have been right. And then I thought I had gotten to the point where I had dealt with it, gotten over it, and forgotten about the guilt. Apparently I was right as well about this, but the guilt didn’t forget about me. When I really think about it, it may not even be guilt, I may be completely wrong. It may be…a coping mechanism, or something. Transitional shit. Either way, it’s Really. Fucking. Annoying.
At first it wasn’t so hard to keep myself occupied, there were a few magic books I’d been meaning to read, and my personal spellbook could always use some fine-tuning. By this point I’ve gone through half the books in the coven house (can I help it if I’m a fast reader?), and if I tweak my spell book anymore I think it’s going to spontaneously combust out of sheer protest. I’m now down to crossword puzzles. So now I’m sitting in the kitchen, futilely sipping on a cup of warm milk (helps you sleep, my ass), finishing my umpteenthousandth crossword puzzle and really wishing I had something else to do.
I didn’t look up when I heard the door open. It didn’t really matter who it was. The only folks who were up at this time usually had a test to cram for or some other valid reason for being up. And they usually just scurried in for some coffee or something else to keep them awake and then scurried out. I think I weirded a few of the newbies out a bit now.
Everyone pretty much knows all the details of the last sacrifice, particularly since it consisted of both a witch and a slayer, which had meant a bigger power boost for everyone. Plus the fact that Vanessa was pretty keen to let everyone know I used one of my friends. I guess she was still a bit pissed about Tamara kicking her ass a bit or something and saw that as a way to mess me up some more. Add that to the whole not sleeping, which often resulted in me wandering around the coven house at all hours of the night like the ghost of Yule past or something. So, definite weirdage.
“Hey.”
Looking up I see Claire standing in front of me. I hadn’t known it at the time I first joined, but Claire was among the more influential witches in the coven. I guess that’s an extra precaution they take for themselves, putting newcomers with someone established to kind of keep an eye on them until they’ve proven they can be trusted.
“Hey. What are you doing up?” My eyes move back to the puzzle in front of me. Which is probably not the best idea. I think my brain just may go “Oh for fuck’s sake,” and shut down if I go through too many more rounds of these. Especially if the questions continue to be along the lines of “The car from The Dukes of Hazzard (two words)”
“I should be asking you that, Miss Night Owl,” Claire said with a smirk as she sat down across from me.
“I’m always up. At least now….” I responded, slightly under my breath.
“Yeah, I kinda noticed that. Strange to say the least, but whatever. I didn’t wander down into the kitchen in the middle of the night- well, early morning, actually.” She glanced out the window. Really early morning to be exact, to talk to you about your insomnia. There’s something I need to inform you of.”
“And what would that be?” /If she says I’m on cleanup duty again…..or fuck, murder duty for that matter…..that’s fucking it, seriously. Ballistic./
“Well, some of the higher ups have been thinking, taken recent events into consideration and all,” she paused, raising a finger in a self important way, “past events as well, and we think it’s time for you to move up on the ladder a bit.”
Finally looking up at the other witch, I give a weary, derisive laugh. “So what? I’m getting a promotion?”
Claire smirked, giving a slight shrug. “You could put it that way. We were all in agreement about it, for the most part. Mainly minus Vanessa, though. Funny that.”
The look in Claire’s eyes validated what I thought the moment she sat down: she wasn’t just being charitable, bringing me some good news, she was fishing. Hoping I would maybe up some dirt about Vanessa or the last sacrifice, anything she didn’t know that I did would do, I was pretty sure.
I blinked, giving my brain time to take in and try to process what I had just heard. Vanessa can’t be too happy about all this, considering I’m pretty sure she probably still thinks I’m shit on the bottom of her shoe. Apparently she really wasn’t too happy about it, if what Claire was telling me could be taken at face value. But then again, if enough of the high level witches in the coven agree against her, I guess she can be overruled. Or she’s letting them overrule her. Or something. /Interesting./ I’d have to observe and make sure about that. /Definitely a venue to explore just in case…../ CYA is always a good policy, in my opinion.
I straightened up, suddenly smiling at Claire. Maybe things aren’t going as badly as I thought.
“Well that’s definitely good to know. Probably the best news I’ve had in a while, actually.” Leaning forwards on the table slightly, I rest my head on a hand and sigh. “And you know, I’m a bit scattered and random and all from the not really sleeping. I think I could really use a nap right now. Actually, I think I could probably use a hibernation.”
Claire nodded and grinned as she got up from the table. “Yeah, I thought that’d make you feel better.”
“Undoubtedly.” I headed out of the kitchen, throwing the book of crosswords in the trash on my way, and proceeded to my little used of late bed to sleep like King Arthur in Avalon.
Even that night after Vanessa and I came back, I was out like a light only for a few hours. And then I was up like Frankenstein rising from the lab table. It had been that way for days. Before I thought I felt guilty, and I guess I might have been right. And then I thought I had gotten to the point where I had dealt with it, gotten over it, and forgotten about the guilt. Apparently I was right as well about this, but the guilt didn’t forget about me. When I really think about it, it may not even be guilt, I may be completely wrong. It may be…a coping mechanism, or something. Transitional shit. Either way, it’s Really. Fucking. Annoying.
At first it wasn’t so hard to keep myself occupied, there were a few magic books I’d been meaning to read, and my personal spellbook could always use some fine-tuning. By this point I’ve gone through half the books in the coven house (can I help it if I’m a fast reader?), and if I tweak my spell book anymore I think it’s going to spontaneously combust out of sheer protest. I’m now down to crossword puzzles. So now I’m sitting in the kitchen, futilely sipping on a cup of warm milk (helps you sleep, my ass), finishing my umpteenthousandth crossword puzzle and really wishing I had something else to do.
I didn’t look up when I heard the door open. It didn’t really matter who it was. The only folks who were up at this time usually had a test to cram for or some other valid reason for being up. And they usually just scurried in for some coffee or something else to keep them awake and then scurried out. I think I weirded a few of the newbies out a bit now.
Everyone pretty much knows all the details of the last sacrifice, particularly since it consisted of both a witch and a slayer, which had meant a bigger power boost for everyone. Plus the fact that Vanessa was pretty keen to let everyone know I used one of my friends. I guess she was still a bit pissed about Tamara kicking her ass a bit or something and saw that as a way to mess me up some more. Add that to the whole not sleeping, which often resulted in me wandering around the coven house at all hours of the night like the ghost of Yule past or something. So, definite weirdage.
“Hey.”
Looking up I see Claire standing in front of me. I hadn’t known it at the time I first joined, but Claire was among the more influential witches in the coven. I guess that’s an extra precaution they take for themselves, putting newcomers with someone established to kind of keep an eye on them until they’ve proven they can be trusted.
“Hey. What are you doing up?” My eyes move back to the puzzle in front of me. Which is probably not the best idea. I think my brain just may go “Oh for fuck’s sake,” and shut down if I go through too many more rounds of these. Especially if the questions continue to be along the lines of “The car from The Dukes of Hazzard (two words)”
“I should be asking you that, Miss Night Owl,” Claire said with a smirk as she sat down across from me.
“I’m always up. At least now….” I responded, slightly under my breath.
“Yeah, I kinda noticed that. Strange to say the least, but whatever. I didn’t wander down into the kitchen in the middle of the night- well, early morning, actually.” She glanced out the window. Really early morning to be exact, to talk to you about your insomnia. There’s something I need to inform you of.”
“And what would that be?” /If she says I’m on cleanup duty again…..or fuck, murder duty for that matter…..that’s fucking it, seriously. Ballistic./
“Well, some of the higher ups have been thinking, taken recent events into consideration and all,” she paused, raising a finger in a self important way, “past events as well, and we think it’s time for you to move up on the ladder a bit.”
Finally looking up at the other witch, I give a weary, derisive laugh. “So what? I’m getting a promotion?”
Claire smirked, giving a slight shrug. “You could put it that way. We were all in agreement about it, for the most part. Mainly minus Vanessa, though. Funny that.”
The look in Claire’s eyes validated what I thought the moment she sat down: she wasn’t just being charitable, bringing me some good news, she was fishing. Hoping I would maybe up some dirt about Vanessa or the last sacrifice, anything she didn’t know that I did would do, I was pretty sure.
I blinked, giving my brain time to take in and try to process what I had just heard. Vanessa can’t be too happy about all this, considering I’m pretty sure she probably still thinks I’m shit on the bottom of her shoe. Apparently she really wasn’t too happy about it, if what Claire was telling me could be taken at face value. But then again, if enough of the high level witches in the coven agree against her, I guess she can be overruled. Or she’s letting them overrule her. Or something. /Interesting./ I’d have to observe and make sure about that. /Definitely a venue to explore just in case…../ CYA is always a good policy, in my opinion.
I straightened up, suddenly smiling at Claire. Maybe things aren’t going as badly as I thought.
“Well that’s definitely good to know. Probably the best news I’ve had in a while, actually.” Leaning forwards on the table slightly, I rest my head on a hand and sigh. “And you know, I’m a bit scattered and random and all from the not really sleeping. I think I could really use a nap right now. Actually, I think I could probably use a hibernation.”
Claire nodded and grinned as she got up from the table. “Yeah, I thought that’d make you feel better.”
“Undoubtedly.” I headed out of the kitchen, throwing the book of crosswords in the trash on my way, and proceeded to my little used of late bed to sleep like King Arthur in Avalon.