Was It A Good Idea? // Annabelle Drabble - between sessions
Caution should always be taken when dealing with a group of 10+ people. For if one should slip too far away from the others things may not end well...especially when that one has a mental history...
**side note: Wrote this at like 3-4 in the morning. It came to mind and I knew I needed to write it before i forgot it I did a bit of editing to it where needed but then this isn't supposed to be pretty really as it's just quick drabble thing. *shrug*
While the others were investigating the house she’d figured it was a good time to finally deal with it. She paused after a moment, her dark grey eyes staring at her reflection in both amazement and confusion. Her natural hair color had returned, the white and black locks softly curling to frame her face and flowing down behind her down to her waist. Her entire body was still slightly sore from the whole ordeal of growing three years in a matter of seconds.
She bit her lip nervously, she’d known-more or less-what she’d be getting into she’d figured the possible risks it may have had, she knew it was a stupid idea…and yet she’d gone through with it anyway. Had it been the right thing to do? Would this really have made a difference in her ability to defend herself? Very doubtful of course but there was no turning back The damage had been done. There was no way to reverse it, and even if there were it would likely not be a good idea. She'd rather not make another stupid decision.
Annabelle tuned her gaze from the mirror, she could stare no longer. With a heavy sigh she headed out of the bathroom and made her way towards the meeting room. Perhaps while the others investigated the house of the witch who’d summoned Krampus she could at the very least try to look up more information on what they may need to do, or at the very least maybe something relating the other case they had to deal with as well.
Opening the door Belle glanced around at all the folders that still laid virtually untouched in front of everyone’s chairs. Her grip on the door handle tightened for a second but loosened and was released completely as Belle made her way over to where her laptop was setup.
She sat down before it and opened it up. The screen turned back on, awake now from the hibernation it had fallen into. Opening the internet Belle began her research. She recalled what Archangel had found out after reading the book the other witch had provided, it was only a little more then they already knew but still maybe it would help. Her fingers hovered over the keys, frozen, unsure. Should she even be bothering
After all it seemed that even with one of there own missing everyone was only half-heartedly interested in dealing with this threat. With all the drama that had happened when Belle had been attempting to even present the case to them it began to dawn on her that there hadn't even been a point to try.
Besides that if she hadn't said anything then maybe Tatanya wouldn't even be missing right now. But then again it may have also helped if Belle hadn't taken the babies with her to the store then Tatanya defiantly wouldn't be missing. But she couldn't just leave two elder-vampires-turned-into-babies with no one to watch them.
Of course then again of the others could just get over their petty issues, or at the very least put them to the side for now, maybe they would've found Tatanya by now and could've…Annabelle felt sick, her head hurt, her throat was dry, her stomach twisted…
Ribbit
The frog looked this way and that but before it could hop away Belle caught it. She got up from her seat and made her way to the backdoor.
She realized this would probably be a good time to go out and join the group in their investigation but she also knew that in her state right mow she’d likely be of no help to them. Not like anyone even seemed to notice anyway…everyone was so caught up in other things she could even tell that the witch they'd met was confused by them. Even Yuki was being surprisingly distant, having barely even spoken to Belle in the past couple days.
The frog hopped away the second Belle lowered him to the ground and opened her hands. She stood and closed the backdoor now heading for the kitchen. The honey treats still rested on the counter and there was a pile of neatly stacked dirty dishes in the sink. With a sigh the hellspawn headed over to the sink and began to move he dishes out of her way so as to start cleaning.
Turning on the water she grabbed a plate and the sponge an began to absently scrub off what food had stuck to it. She should go out to check on the others, they had been gone for some time longer then she figured was needed for investigating a place, after all wasn't the witch that had been living there dead? They’d broken the barrier last she’d seen. She sighed, well who’s to say what happened? They hardly seem to care what is going on lately so was there a reason she should care anymore?
If it hadn't been for Grey Knight running off would the others have even actually bothered to investigate the place? With everyone so focused on their own issues rather then the safety of one of there own…with everything feeling as though it was beginning to fall apart, but then had things even been together to begin with?
The sound of breaking glass broke Belle’s train of thought, as did yet another sharp pain, this time from her hand.
Dark grey eyes glance down to see a huge gash on her palm, likely cased by the shattered plate that was in the sink. For a moment Belle just watched as the bright red blood trailed down her plam, onto her wrist, then finally dripping down into the sink. Snapping herself out of the trace she turned the water off, picked out what shards of glass she could, then headed off to tend to her wound.
Returning the bandages Annabelle sighed as she finally figured it would be best to head out to see what was holding up the others. She was in no rush as she headed towards the front door. She could hardly keep up with things anymore and it was honestly scaring her, but she wouldn't be the one to dump all her troubles onto someone else.
Her uninjured hand rested on the knob to the front door…she should’ve said yes.