Even after the incident during the second shift, Diva was right back where she began, though through no will of her own. She’d made a Chevalier, hadn’t she? She wanted to be with him, so he could fulfill his reason for existence and find her daughters. They were watching her, though, since she’d stuck her nose up at going to the “Game Room” if Heat were not going to be there.
And now she was back in the Sun Room, with eyes on her. That made her angry.
The nurses had been quite adamant that she be patched up--and when Diva was hurt, and wasn’t healing near as fast as she should, she could accept a bandage--but when the Queen had said she wanted to be taken to Heat, she had been denied. And that made her angry too. They’d taken her precious children and now they were refusing her someone who’d drank her blood.
Diva thought it was smart. These enemies were more annoying than any that had come before them.
She didn’t know what to do, because normally she would attack and kill--but she knew, she knew those needles well, and if she failed one more time, she’d be sleepy and lethargic all over again. The anger had woken up. What was she supposed to do? Diva walked to and fro, seemingly unaware of the other prisoners in the room, trailing a light caress over her bandaged neck. Watching the staff back, like an unhappy animal in a cage.
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Even after the incident during the second shift, Diva was right back where she began, though through no will of her own. She’d made a Chevalier, hadn’t she? She wanted to be with him, so he could fulfill his reason for existence and find her daughters. They were watching her, though, since she’d stuck her nose up at going to the “Game Room” if Heat were not going to be there.
And now she was back in the Sun Room, with eyes on her. That made her angry.
The nurses had been quite adamant that she be patched up--and when Diva was hurt, and wasn’t healing near as fast as she should, she could accept a bandage--but when the Queen had said she wanted to be taken to Heat, she had been denied. And that made her angry too. They’d taken her precious children and now they were refusing her someone who’d drank her blood.
Diva thought it was smart. These enemies were more annoying than any that had come before them.
She didn’t know what to do, because normally she would attack and kill--but she knew, she knew those needles well, and if she failed one more time, she’d be sleepy and lethargic all over again. The anger had woken up. What was she supposed to do? Diva walked to and fro, seemingly unaware of the other prisoners in the room, trailing a light caress over her bandaged neck. Watching the staff back, like an unhappy animal in a cage.