Girly Got Herself a Bat...

[Merry (DELETED 181)]

"The journey, it is worth it for the ending... The journey, it is worth it for the ending... The... The..." She sighed heavily, dropping the book on mantra's to the ground in an alarmingly defeatist manner. It appeared the concept of mind over matter, strength and perseverance had abandoned her today. The young vampyr had sat in her sire's bedroom for most of the afternoon, having dragged her ridiculous pile of books halfway across the city to find somewhere quiet to read and absorb their contents. Upon arrival though it appeared all hell had broken loose, the apartment full of stray childer and relations that she was struggling to remember the names of, people walking past the door keeping their eyes peeled for Perry in a manner that made her rather uncomfortable. It was like they always wanted something from him, wanted to see what he was about and to get his attention for themselves. It rather made her skin crawl, those hungry eyes, greedy with thoughts of what might occur if they got a little closer, pushed a little further and asked a little more bravely.

She had to admit she didn't really like it, this man who held her so close sometimes seemed so far away in this city, but she knew he’d always come home to her. A hand would brush against her cheek when she’d fallen asleep on the end of his bed, the man never wanting to startle the scared little lamb he chose, letting her stir as he sat down quietly to whisper of his day and the new things he was learning. He often spoke so quietly to her, like it was the most wonderful secret that only they could share and she enjoyed curling a little closer, letting him speak and practicing her responses from the odd surprised noise, to a smile and small laugh. She reserved a lot of her laughter for him it seemed, he drew her out of her shell or let her hide within herself when the need arose and the bond between them had become an undeniable source of comfort, that one thing she knew she could rely on. Something about him leant itself to her with such an ease that not letting him in was near impossible, he had such a quiet warmth in his manner and there was just so much of him that others never got to see, he was truly amazing and his presence made her feel almost accepted.

Trust had come easily for the pair, she had laid her life in his hands and he had taken to her like no other could, he understood her strange manner and the sometimes blunt, often confused way in which she spoke English, not commenting or getting frustrated when she would sit there muttering the Romanian version in some vague attempt to get the translation correct. She was so very lucky, she knew, to have Perry as her ally, her friend, her trusted companion in this city and something about these new ones interested in him frightened her. The new siblings were hard enough, she was adjusting to their faces around his apartment, knowing that she was often the last he’d greet and the one he’d let follow him into his private quarters to speak with. She was in a way privileged, she got to see him and have more of his time than many others, she could spend her days hidden behind him and he would never complain, simply reach a cautious hand back to her, letting her hold onto him for dear life. She was his little kitten, burying her fingertips against the fur of the lion as if trying to steal his strength, his determination and discover her own proud Roar.

Yes, contact, it had become such a comfort to them both in times of trouble, to be able to take hold of the others hand, standing up as the Disaster Doll Twins, those born of disaster and bred of despair to come out of it with new hope for this new world. His control over death, the way he seemed able to make it work in his favour and her own terrible ability to impress death upon those mortals that had ill intent towards her, their energy that should have clashed in all logic seemed to wrap around them, strengthening the other as they walked forward into this world. It was this exact reasoning, these little reminders that he would stand by her that relaxed her when she had to make her way past “the others” to get into his home, to get to the man; but today was another story. The bat… It taunted her ridiculously from across the room, the innocent piece of wood leaning against the wall as if it never had and never would hurt a fly, Perry’s odd choice of weapon. She always found it curious this thing he had with the bat, it was something precious to him and yet he treated it mercilessly, beating it into his enemies with reckless abandon. She wanted to do that for him now, to drive away those who dared try to sway him from his path and to hurt him, to trick him or to taste of his blood. She didn’t even realise she had stood until she had crossed the space between herself and the bat, her hands smoothing down the handle to grip it firmly.

It felt good in her hands, sturdy and yet light enough to swing effectively, some distant part of her suggested it might be even better with a large, rusty nail sticking out of it… Clearly these horror movies she had come across were not the best thing to watch before she drifted into the dream realm at sunrise, she made a mental note to have Perry take them away from her immediately. It felt like second nature, testing the weight of the bat against her strength, her arms shifting to strike the bat lightly against the door frame. “Little girly got herself a bat… “She mumbled dangerously, peeking her head out of the doorway of Perry’s bedroom to take a look out for the stray siblings. None were in sight and this meant she was free to roam, to exit and to take her stance outside. Her hands shook as she carried the bat out to the elevator, biting her quivering lower lip between her teeth as she chose her destination. “Ground floor, going down…” A metallic voice chimed out cheerily, sending the elevator whizzing down to land on “Ground Floor” it informed her, Merry stumbling out into the main hall of the apartment towers, leaving it with a dazed sense of purpose. The bat was hoisted, the woman standing tall and fighting every urge to sprint back inside as she made her way into the street, vibrant blues narrowed at the world around her “The journey, it is worth it for the end... “She repeated her mantra for the day until the words blurred together and all that was left was a furious hiss; perhaps she needed to reconsider the whole theory on personal Mantra’s!

She spotted them easily, loitering, glaring in anticipation, one so brazen as to stand right beneath a street light and lean so casually. The bat was in action, a swift, measured swing of warning and the tip of the bat was pointed at the vampyr. “Girly got a bat, so you best get a ... a clue! Yes, that is it, a clue and, and scram!” She cried, proud of herself for remembering some of the odd phrases she’d heard people start with in films. “You are talking to me? You MUST be talking to me, I see no one else here? Say hello to my little friend, or move out! Perry doesn’t want to play, take walking away as a sign, silly… Billy!” Was that right? Oh, it was close enough, the vampyr looked somewhere between mortified at her embarrassing English and threatened by the strange woman wielding a bat. As she was about to shift the bat into another direction, driving off further stalkers she saw a very familiar and very amused looking young man turn the corner. “Uh… Good evening, you are looking well, yes?” She couldn’t hide the furious blush that gave her undead complexion some colour, lowering the bat in time with her bowing head. “I… I borrowed this, you may have it back.” The wooden article was shoved into his hands as her sire burst into a fit of laughter, Merry finding herself crushed against his chest as a series of kisses rained down upon the top of her head and her fair features, a cautious forming as one of those kisses caught her lower lip casually. “You are not mad?” She ventured, as she was all but carried up into the apartment for another of their evening catch-ups.

Yes, she really did have to get her self one of these bats, if it got that sort of reaction from her Perry.