Post by NIAMH BRIDGET CALLAGHAN on Dec 9, 2012 23:36:46 GMT -6
She had honestly been worried about being rusty but she supposed that some things really were just like riding a bike, in your head and body never something that you forgot how to do once you started. In the bathroom of the motel she had rented for the night she stood washing the blood off her hands and face. It was a frightening sight to most but she was used to it, and thankfully Lucy was fast asleep.
She felt like a horrible mother, putting her daughter to bed and then sneaking out, leaving her alone while she went and took care of whatever monster was terrorizing the towns they stopped in. Stripping off her clothes she tossed them in the bag she was planning to wash the next day and she changed into something else before heading back into the main part of the room.
Seeing the little blond head asleep on one of the beds she smiled and made her way over to check on her. Out cold, it was amazing how the kid could sleep, she envied it really, and she knew that it wasn't going to be very long before it was her washing the blood off her hands, it ran in the family, there was no avoiding it. Even when she'd taken her break things had still somehow managed to find her. Leaning over she kissed the top of her daughters head, standing up and heading outside the front door to the balcony of the motel that over looked the parking lot. Not exactly a great view but it was a safe and warm place to sleep and that was what mattered.
Closing the motel room door behind her gently she took in the fresh air and let the rush from the hunt slowly die down. The air in Florida was humid a little cool for the time of year but way better than up north which is where they'd just come from. Transporting her kid around the country wasn't exactly winning her mother of the year but she knew what they were doing was important, it was what he mother had done, her grandfather, his father. It was in the Dalton blood, the Callaghan blood too, there was no escaping it. Climbing up on the rail she grabbed the edge and swung her legs over so she was balancing on the edge.
Staring out at the night watching the cars drive past on the street she let the past few years since she'd left Ireland run through her mind. This was not exactly the life she'd pictured for herself. She'd expected to find her family there, to hunt with them, together as it should be, she hadn't expected to find they'd been killed, and she certainly had no expected to have Lucy...not that she would trade her for the world. She supposed that was the great...or sometimes not so great thing about life, it didn't exactly go as planned. She was suddenly glad all their motel neighbours were evidently asleep for she did realised she probably looked like she was ready to throw herself off the balcony.
She felt like a horrible mother, putting her daughter to bed and then sneaking out, leaving her alone while she went and took care of whatever monster was terrorizing the towns they stopped in. Stripping off her clothes she tossed them in the bag she was planning to wash the next day and she changed into something else before heading back into the main part of the room.
Seeing the little blond head asleep on one of the beds she smiled and made her way over to check on her. Out cold, it was amazing how the kid could sleep, she envied it really, and she knew that it wasn't going to be very long before it was her washing the blood off her hands, it ran in the family, there was no avoiding it. Even when she'd taken her break things had still somehow managed to find her. Leaning over she kissed the top of her daughters head, standing up and heading outside the front door to the balcony of the motel that over looked the parking lot. Not exactly a great view but it was a safe and warm place to sleep and that was what mattered.
Closing the motel room door behind her gently she took in the fresh air and let the rush from the hunt slowly die down. The air in Florida was humid a little cool for the time of year but way better than up north which is where they'd just come from. Transporting her kid around the country wasn't exactly winning her mother of the year but she knew what they were doing was important, it was what he mother had done, her grandfather, his father. It was in the Dalton blood, the Callaghan blood too, there was no escaping it. Climbing up on the rail she grabbed the edge and swung her legs over so she was balancing on the edge.
Staring out at the night watching the cars drive past on the street she let the past few years since she'd left Ireland run through her mind. This was not exactly the life she'd pictured for herself. She'd expected to find her family there, to hunt with them, together as it should be, she hadn't expected to find they'd been killed, and she certainly had no expected to have Lucy...not that she would trade her for the world. She supposed that was the great...or sometimes not so great thing about life, it didn't exactly go as planned. She was suddenly glad all their motel neighbours were evidently asleep for she did realised she probably looked like she was ready to throw herself off the balcony.
