Val stood before the canvas, staring at the sight she had just painted. It was her, dead. She had a string wrapped about her neck, and...there was the duck.
Looking over into the corner, there he sat. Her wooden toy duck, that quacked when you walked him by pulling him along with the string. He seemed to be smirking at her.
"What? What are you staring at?" She frowned and looked away, catching sight of her other wooden and stuffed toys from the corner of her eye. She began to talk to them. Again....
"I miss talking to you guys. You know, you used to answer me. The rats, too, but they haven't been around since I had to...eat one of their brothers. I'm afraid to hunt on my own, and Belle has been so busy."
From the direction of her tattered and ratty stuffed bear, Mine, came the soft sound of what she knew from before to be his voice,"Don't worry, Valentine. We're still here with you. You've just suffered from a momentary lapse of sanity. We've missed you, too."
Gasping, she dropped the rag she had been wiping her brush with and whirled, facing the bear. Grinning, she ran to him, dropping to her knees as she hugged him close. "MINE! Oh, Mine! You're back!"
Laughing, she rocked herself of the floor, pink blood-tinged tears slipping over her alabaster cheeks. They were back, the normal voices she'd had since Earth were back!
Her fangs tingled, the monster she associated her hunger with curled within her belly and growled, awakening. Tonight, she would hunt with her teddy. Tonight, she would find out if she was her old self again!
Looking over into the corner, there he sat. Her wooden toy duck, that quacked when you walked him by pulling him along with the string. He seemed to be smirking at her.
"What? What are you staring at?" She frowned and looked away, catching sight of her other wooden and stuffed toys from the corner of her eye. She began to talk to them. Again....
"I miss talking to you guys. You know, you used to answer me. The rats, too, but they haven't been around since I had to...eat one of their brothers. I'm afraid to hunt on my own, and Belle has been so busy."
From the direction of her tattered and ratty stuffed bear, Mine, came the soft sound of what she knew from before to be his voice,"Don't worry, Valentine. We're still here with you. You've just suffered from a momentary lapse of sanity. We've missed you, too."
Gasping, she dropped the rag she had been wiping her brush with and whirled, facing the bear. Grinning, she ran to him, dropping to her knees as she hugged him close. "MINE! Oh, Mine! You're back!"
Laughing, she rocked herself of the floor, pink blood-tinged tears slipping over her alabaster cheeks. They were back, the normal voices she'd had since Earth were back!
Her fangs tingled, the monster she associated her hunger with curled within her belly and growled, awakening. Tonight, she would hunt with her teddy. Tonight, she would find out if she was her old self again!