devil in the blood
Title: devil in the blood
Fandom: Supernatural
Genre: Gen, Horror?
Pairings/Characters: Ava Wilson
Warnings: None
Summary: There’s a killer hiding under Ava’s skin.
Notes: Dude, its just a drabble. But the first drabble I’ve written in forever. Since before I got sick. Since I used to be into Naruto. Liekwoah.
devil in the blood
There’s a killer hiding under Ava’s skin. A killer, or maybe a demon. She can feel it at night, creeping through her pores, spreading through her cells, and seeping into her bloodstream. It’s always at night, when she lies awake thinking of Brady, thinking about signing wedding invitations, the ink swimming before her eyes (she’s just tired, not crying, she hasn’t cried since -)
She knows there is darkness in her heart, knows it like she knows the demon-child in the corner will do as she says. The girl, the yellow-eyed man… they tell her to do things. Ava always says she won’t, says it, cajoles with it, pleads with it, screams it.
There are certain things Ava knows, when she lies awake at night, hearing the wind scream through the wooden beams (it’s the wind, the wind, the wind - never one of the others) of the abandoned shack she’s claimed. She knows the blood calls to her, and knows she won’t say no forever. She knows that the others always start out as uneasy companions, and she knows that she won’t be able to run from them forever.
There’s a killer hiding under her skin, and Ava has found that making friends with what’s under your skin feels like coming home.
(Ava can never go home.)
Fandom: Supernatural
Genre: Gen, Horror?
Pairings/Characters: Ava Wilson
Warnings: None
Summary: There’s a killer hiding under Ava’s skin.
Notes: Dude, its just a drabble. But the first drabble I’ve written in forever. Since before I got sick. Since I used to be into Naruto. Liekwoah.
devil in the blood
There’s a killer hiding under Ava’s skin. A killer, or maybe a demon. She can feel it at night, creeping through her pores, spreading through her cells, and seeping into her bloodstream. It’s always at night, when she lies awake thinking of Brady, thinking about signing wedding invitations, the ink swimming before her eyes (she’s just tired, not crying, she hasn’t cried since -)
She knows there is darkness in her heart, knows it like she knows the demon-child in the corner will do as she says. The girl, the yellow-eyed man… they tell her to do things. Ava always says she won’t, says it, cajoles with it, pleads with it, screams it.
There are certain things Ava knows, when she lies awake at night, hearing the wind scream through the wooden beams (it’s the wind, the wind, the wind - never one of the others) of the abandoned shack she’s claimed. She knows the blood calls to her, and knows she won’t say no forever. She knows that the others always start out as uneasy companions, and she knows that she won’t be able to run from them forever.
There’s a killer hiding under her skin, and Ava has found that making friends with what’s under your skin feels like coming home.
(Ava can never go home.)