Ready to Run

You see it feels like I'm starting to careAnd I'm going to be ready this time Sarah Woods || Vampire || mercenary

[sarah--woods]

rainermort‌:

Her voice sounded different than he had remembered, the years distorting all the memories until he had barely remembered if the voice he sometimes heard from the passenger seat was ever hers. He’d never had the nerve to listen to any of the recordings their friends had made together, the box still buried somewhere underneath the backseat of his truck. Maybe this was more similar to the real thing than the voice had been last time he’d spoken to a memory. There was no point in staying to chat to a figment of his imagination, Rainer knew, but maybe it was a sign that he was seeing her here and now. Maybe this was the closest chance he would ever have for closure, to make amends in whatever way was left to him. Mrs. Smith and her garden dispute could wait five more minutes.

“Long time, no see.” It was true, in a way. Although Aurora was littered with memories of Sarah, the ghost of the first girl he had ever loved was somehow something he had never seen around Aurora in all of his time back. His eyes dropped to the white cross bearing her name— a new addition to him, but it looked like it had been there almost as long as she had been dead. He took a cautious step back, distancing himself from the cross and the girl and looking back to the road, briefly considering escape once more. Maybe facing demons could wait for another day. After all, she was dead. He had carried that with him daily for eleven and a half years. It wasn’t like it was going anywhere or changing any time soon. “I shouldn’t be here.”

“That makes two of us.” Coming back home was a mistake. Standing here in front of Rainer only proved that. From the looks of things, Aurora and the people in her life had closure. And her presence was only going to rip open scar wounds. But, Sarah Woods was a selfish woman, and the moment all she wanted was not the absurdly large sum of money awaiting her on a successful delivery, but to have Rainer Mortensen in her life, standing by her side again. “That uniform looks good on you. Can’t say I ever imagined you walking on the straight side of the law, let alone enforcing it though.”

[sarah--woods]

A dead body was not part of the plan. The plan was to mingle, gather more information, avoid Rainer in view of other human beings. Sarah’d ducked up a staircase to avoid Rainer’s gaze when she’d stumbled over the body. Literally. Ten years of superspeed and you’d think a sense of grace would have developed. But no, Sarah’s foot caught on something at the top of the stairs and the next thing she knew, she was on top of a sticky, red, unmoving body. A scream pierced the air and she pushed herself up and to the wall with an unnatural speed. There was just one witness, it would be easy to run and hide.... Until Rainer ran up the stairs, his eyes moving up from the body to Sarah’s blood covered hands... “Any chance you can continue thinking I’m a hallucination?”

@rainermort​

[sarah--woods]

rainermort‌:

In the year since he had been back in Aurora, Rainer could count the number of times he had driven past the accident site on two hands. It wasn’t somewhere he much liked going—if he could send someone else out on patrols or to calls in that direction, he would—but that day it couldn’t be avoided. The deputies were busy, and old Mrs. Smith had requested the sheriff specifically, probably not realizing that the sheriff wasn’t the same man he had been in the 80′s. He’d almost made it past when he caught sight of movement behind the tree, a distinctly human shape. As much as he would have wanted to drive past, something deep inside told him that he needed to stop. It wasn’t until the patrol car coasted to a halt that Rainer realized he had taken his foot off the brake and drifted to the side of the road.

Climbing down into the ravine, Rainer peered around. “Anyone there?” He called out, not really expecting to hear a voice in return. He had been about to turn and leave when he spied her, blonde hair gleaming in the sunlight. Of all the places he had seen her over the years, this was somehow the most unexpected, even though it was the last place he had really seen her. Blinking once, twice, didn’t send her away, and he heaved a sigh. “Hi Sarah.”

@sarah–woods​

Once upon a time, Sarah loved this ravine. Just outside of town limits, it was the last place anyone thought to look for her when she was young, provided she made it home before dinner was on the table. When she was young she’d come out and climb trees or bring a book and sit in the shade and read to her heart’s content. In her teen years her interests changed to drinking and smoking and she was willing to bet good money that there was still a stash of shitty raspberry wine buried beneath the third tree to the left. And then she died in a heap of metal and bad decisions and had to leave her grove behind.

If anyone asked (not that they would since nobody knew she was actually back in town) Sarah would claim simple curiosity about her wine bottles. Truth was, she wanted to see if anyone still remembered. Parking the rented car about half a mile away, reaching the grove took no time at all. The first thing that caught her eye was the simple cross bearing the name “Sarah Woods” and adored with a string of wild daisies. Fresh daisies. A smile crossed her lips as she bent down and brought one up to her nose. So she was remembered after all. A car engine clicking off caught her attention and she stood up and turned around only to have her breath pulled away by the sight of him. The dark hair and glint in his eyes were the same, but the lines set into his face and facial hair were new. “Hey, Rain.”

[sarah--woods]

lydiamflores‌:

Lydia had just gotten back into town after her trip. She was different and she knew it, she had unleashed something dark within herself when she had pushed Chad off of her. It didn’t make it any better when she had accidentally cut herself while chopping up some fruit and she healed faster than she ever had before. It caused her not to want to return home – she was scared. What would her family think of her? What would she think of herself? 

She had been walking through the town, avoiding going home until she noticed somebody else out. Lydia knitted her brows together when the other girl spoke. “No. I was just taking a walk – though if I’m being completely honest you don’t seem like you’re okay. Do you need some help?”

Sarah nodded quickly, maybe a little too quickly. “No, I’m okay. It’s just...been a while since I’ve been back to Aurora, that’s all.” The girl in front of her was young, too young to have known her while she was still human. Sarah sighed, the tension in her body dissipating as the possibly of being made so soon after her arrival grew less likely.

[sarah--woods]

alvettavoss‌:

The move to Aurora had been peaceful and her first few weeks here had easily followed suit. She could easily point out a few supernaturals here and there running around, but for the most part they seemed easy going. Maybe that wasn’t the right way of working it– harmless for now. She wanted to trust that all the werewolves, witches, and vampires that may or may not live in this town were all here to leave a normal life. But life wasn’t a fantasy and neither was this town.

She hadn’t been attending the night the ferris wheel crashed a killed a man she didn’t know, but even someone as uninvolved as Vetty was understood it clearly wasn’t an accident. However, as of right now, it wasn’t her business. So she was going to mind her own. Tending the flowers outside of her shopped helped, bright and early in the day, only the start of the town walking around. She smiled at the person passing by currently, muttering a small, “morning.” 

Morning was Sarah’s favorite time of day. As cheesy as it sounded, it was full of possibilities and hope. Call it the pastor’s kid in her, but she loved being surprised by what the day had in store for her. Besides, mornings meant less people out and about, which meant less chance of being recognized.

Wandering along the streets, Sarah stopped in front of some flowers and bent down to give one a sniff as a woman spoke to her. “Oh, morning. Is this your shop?”

[galaxymemes]

Put a tarot card in my inbox and I'll answer the question!

[pastor-timothy]

The Fool: What is the stupidest thing your muse has ever done?

The Empress: What would your muse name their children?

Judgement: Would your muse ever go back to their most recent ex-lover?

The World: What has been your muse's greatest success?

The Sun: What was the happiest moment of your muse's life?

Wheel of Fortune: Does your muse believe in luck?

The Hierophant: What is one rule or law your muse would never break?

Strength: Name a time when your muse had to be strong in the face of danger or trouble.

The Star: If your muse had one wish, what would it be?

The Magician: What would your muse draw if given paper and markers?

The Emperor: Name a time your muse has broken the rules.

Death: If your muse had to change something about themselves, what would they change?

The Chariot: If your muse ruled the world, what would they change first?

The High Priestess: What is the smartest thing your muse has ever done?

Temperance: Would your muse remain calm despite the worst circumstances?

The Lovers: At what age did your muse first fall in love?

The Hermit: If your muse were trapped alone on an island, name three things they'd have to have..

The Moon: Has your muse ever had something unexplained happen to them? If so, what?

Justice: What's something your muse has been dying to admit or confess?

The Hanged Man: Name a bad habit your muse can't give up.

The Devil: What was the worst relationship your muse has ever had?

The Tower: What event would trigger your muse's breaking point?

[sarah--woods]

Aurora. Home sweet home. Or at least, it was once upon a time. Walking around town only proved that nothing had changed in the ten years since she left town. The streets were even lined with the same weeds. Just for a moment, Sarah let her mind wander to what her life would be like if the accident never happened. Four years of college, moving back, marrying someone who peaked in high school, probably a kid or two. No thank you.

As she walked by a store window, Sarah pulled her hood up over her head. Revealing her identity would only raise uncomfortable questions, so incognito it was. She rounded a corner, stopping almost dead in her tracks when she saw someone staring at her. “Um, can I help you with something?”