New Start - Jude - G

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After reading Deirdre’s post about leaving Jude had fumed. And once she was done enough with that she jumped into her car and took off, not even sure where she was heading. She felt hurt and betrayed and hollow. Deirdre was leaving. Deirdre was leaving her and going far away. The worst part was that she hadn’t seen it coming. She didn’t know- until Deirdre said it- that she would leave. And that made Jude ashamed. Somewhere deep inside she’d come to trust and rely on Deirdre. She convinced herself that this was different…and then it was all just the same.

She was driving on automatic, not caring where she was going to end up. She wanted to do something stupid. A man crossed the road in front of her car and she wanted to get out and pummel him. She wanted to hit him and hit him and hit him till he fell down and wouldn’t move anymore.

She squeezed her eyes shut and gripped the steering wheel hard enough to send her knuckles white. Just breathe. But it was only a matter of time. Deirdre was going, and soon Slink would go, and then-

She was sliding along the road at hardly anything more than a crawl now and she pulled over and punched the steering wheel. And then again. And again. She made a strangled scream of frustration and threw her head back against the headrest hard and sat there for a few long moments, her eyes closed and her breath coming heavy through her nose. When she did open her eyes she looked around at where she was and recognised the neighbourhood. She wasn’t far from her father’s house- less than a dozen blocks- in a nice area but not as opulent as the one she grew up in.

Slowly, her mind starting to turn, she got out of the car and looked around, biting her lip gently.

Maybe…

But in her head she was already calculating. And by the time she reached back into the car for her phone she knew what she would do and who she needed to call. It rang three times before someone picked up on the other end. “Hello, Jillian Hammett speaking.”

“Hi, it’s Jude,” she said, looking at the house in front of her still. “I need to ask you a really big favour.”

New Start - Jude - G

[firehaunted.livejournal.com]

After reading Deirdre’s post about leaving Jude had fumed. And once she was done enough with that she jumped into her car and took off, not even sure where she was heading. She felt hurt and betrayed and hollow. Deirdre was leaving. Deirdre was leaving her and going far away. The worst part was that she hadn’t seen it coming. She didn’t know- until Deirdre said it- that she would leave. And that made Jude ashamed. Somewhere deep inside she’d come to trust and rely on Deirdre. She convinced herself that this was different…and then it was all just the same.

She was driving on automatic, not caring where she was going to end up. She wanted to do something stupid. A man crossed the road in front of her car and she wanted to get out and pummel him. She wanted to hit him and hit him and hit him till he fell down and wouldn’t move anymore.

She squeezed her eyes shut and gripped the steering wheel hard enough to send her knuckles white. Just breathe. But it was only a matter of time. Deirdre was going, and soon Slink would go, and then-

She was sliding along the road at hardly anything more than a crawl now and she pulled over and punched the steering wheel. And then again. And again. She made a strangled scream of frustration and threw her head back against the headrest hard and sat there for a few long moments, her eyes closed and her breath coming heavy through her nose. When she did open her eyes she looked around at where she was and recognised the neighbourhood. She wasn’t far from her father’s house- less than a dozen blocks- in a nice area but not as opulent as the one she grew up in.

Slowly, her mind starting to turn, she got out of the car and looked around, biting her lip gently.

Maybe…

But in her head she was already calculating. And by the time she reached back into the car for her phone she knew what she would do and who she needed to call. It rang three times before someone picked up on the other end. “Hello, Jillian Hammett speaking.”

“Hi, it’s Jude,” she said, looking at the house in front of her still. “I need to ask you a really big favour.”

A cross between two evils - Jillian - PG

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Jillian was well aware (at least underneath it all) that she was doing the wrong thing. She thought as long as it was only a little, only sometimes, only bad people, that it wouldn’t matter. She’d been doing it slowly since those bastards had broken into the clinic with their god damn guns and she’d sucked their souls to protect everyone.

And the next day while walking she’d pulled the souls from those around her. Not much. ( Just a little. )

A cross between two evils - Jillian - PG

[tumblingjack.livejournal.com]

Jillian was well aware (at least underneath it all) that she was doing the wrong thing. She thought as long as it was only a little, only sometimes, only bad people, that it wouldn’t matter. She’d been doing it slowly since those bastards had broken into the clinic with their god damn guns and she’d sucked their souls to protect everyone.

And the next day while walking she’d pulled the souls from those around her. Not much. ( Just a little. )