secrets (( zelda ))

[krissy taylor chambers]

i need a n o t h e r story
something to get off my c h e s t
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It was not like she was normal. How could any kid of a hunter ever truly be normal? It just was not possible. And yeah, maybe he was trying to protect her, but she was very capable of taking care of herself. After all, Krissy was fourteen, now. She was not a child anymore. She often did what her father asked. Just pretend not to know anything. Be normal. Fit in with everyone else. Go to school, make friends, do your homework. Well, Krissy can act all she wanted to to be a normal teenage girl. But let's face it. She was never normal. Not really. She was the daughter of a hunter. Hunting is what she knew. And yeah, maybe her father never let her go out on hunts, with or without him, but she often helped her father with research. She was actually a rather smart kid, both book and street smart.

But Krissy wanted to prove to her father that she can do this job. She wanted to prove to him that she was capable of handling herself. And she would. She would go out by herself. Kill something. Prove to her father once and for all. It was almost dark. Her father was still out. Doing what exactly? Well, he had his own case to deal with. And Krissy was going to deal with her own case. Getting dressed into a pair of blue jeans, black t-shirt wearing a blue jean jacket over it, and her brown boots, she grabbed her knife and hid it inside of her right boot. And then, of course, she grabbed her handgun and stuck it inside of her jacket. Her father will see just how capable she was to do this job.

And then she left her motel room, locking the door behind her. Being only fourteen, and underage to actually drive a car, Krissy, of course, had to deal with walking. But that really did not bother her at all. She was use to walking to places when her dad was out. What did he expect her to do? Sit in that motel room all day, alone? She was attending school in New Orleansfor the time being. How long that would be? Krissy had no clue. And she often just walked to school. Afterward, instead of heading straight back to the motel, Krissy would walk to the library to do some research. Whether for school or for her father, it did not really matter.

Walking quickly, Krissy reached her destination. A cemetery. She had heard things about werewolves living in this town. Even her research pointed to that conclusion. But whether it was true or not? That was not for sure, yet Pulling out her handgun from inside of her jacket, she cautiously walked into the graveyard, watching her surroundings very carefully. There had to be something, anything, here. And she would be ready.

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my life gets k i n d a boring
need something that i can c o n f e s s

words || 485
tag || Zelda
outfit || will put in later
lyrics || "Secrets" by OneRepublic
credit || i.forgive.you @ CAUTION 2.0
notes ||

[zelda ellette garrett]

Zelda had been forced to temporarily put her research to a stop. All of her concoctions that she created either barely helped at all or they just made her ill. She’d just recently recovered from the last experiment she had performed on herself and she needed to recuperate before diving into another experiment. And besides that, she had run out of ideas. It seemed that her immense knowledge of lycanthropes and biology was not enough to even make a dent in the mystery that was the lycanthropy cure. Zelda absolutely refused to accept that this might not be an attainable goal, especially after become a lycanthrope herself.

She wasn’t sure if it was because she’d become a werewolf or if it was just because this was a dark time in her life, but she’d realized that taking walks at night seemed to clear her head and allow her to think better. It was probably not the best idea and she knew it was quite dangerous, but she’d never really been one for her own personal safety.

After locking the door to her small house behind her, Zelda hugged her sweater closer to herself and began her walk. The night was reaching a bitterly cold temperature and she momentarily regretted not grabbing something warmer before leaving the house. She didn’t allow her mind to linger on that, though, because she forced herself to think about the issue at hand: her research. Zelda was a bit tempted to contact her brother or her father sometime soon and request their assistance with the research. It might not go over too well, though, since Adam, her father, had become less passionate about the issue once he had been bitten and especially after he found out Zelda had been bitten. Perhaps it was a stupid idea. Drat.

Zelda glanced up when she realized that her walk had led her to the community cemetery. She carefully walked through the gate as it creaked in the wind and took a look around. There had always been something about cemeteries that sort of intrigued her. Zelda was pulled out of her thoughts when she looked ahead and saw a young girl staring at her. Strange. The girl had a fierce look of determination that made Zelda curious.

“Hello. Isn’t it a bit late for you to be out and about?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.

[krissy taylor chambers]

Would Krissy be in trouble for going out alone, trying to hunt something down by herself? Probably. Her father wanted her to just pretend that she did not know anything. Wanting her to act normal. But how could she? Krissy was definitely far from ever being normal. Not with the kind of life that her dad lived. He was a hunter. How could he not think that she would just wind up following in the older man's footsteps? It was just one of those inevitable things that was just bound to happen. But this was the life that the fourteen year old knew. It was the life that she wanted. She did not want to do anything else.

Then there was a noise. A noise that caused Krissy to suddenly turn around, gripping her own gun tighter with her right hand. There was definitely something or someone here. But who? What? It was hard to tell at first. Being so dark and all. Krissy took a few steps closer as she heard the gate to the cemetery creak slowly open and then close behind whoever, or whatever, had walked through that gate.

Krissy's eyes narrowed slightly as the person came into view. A woman. She looked human. But how could you really know if someone was human nowadays? Vampires, werewolves, demons, shapeshifters, ect. They all looked human, but weren't. Maybe they were at one point. But, hey, that was the past. Not the present. They may have been human at one point, but were now a monster. A monster that had to be executed. ”Are you my mother?” the girl asked in a sarcastic tone when Zelda made her comment. Krissy shook her head. ”No, I did not think so. So what or why the reason for me being out here is really none of your concern. Now is it?”

Raising her arm, Krissy held the gun towards her, keeping her guard up, not taking any chances. ”Tell me... what are you? You human?” she asked suddenly, cutting to the chase. She was not about to let her guard down. She had to prove to her father that she can handle herself on a hunt. She just had the feeling that there was something... different... about this girl. She needed to find out what that is. She needed to know whether or not she should be shooting rather than talking.

Tag :: Zelda
Word Count :: 400

[zelda ellette garrett]

Zelda grinned and tilted her head to the side when she heard what the young girl said. She was always a bit impressed when younger people showed some sort of attitude. It was tiring to see how so many young people would just lay back and accept authority and just do what they were told. Zelda’d always had a bit of a problem with authority both in current time and when she was a bit younger. Zelda understood when one had to respect authority, but she didn’t mindlessly hand out respect – it certainly had to be earned. And so many people of authority lately seemed to think that they just deserved respect without even doing anything. It was ridiculous.

“Fair enough then,” she said, lightly shrugging her shoulders. Zelda’s curiosity was not quenched just yet, though. It was evident in the younger girl’s stance and demeanor that she was used to this sort of thing. Maybe not this exact circumstance of running into strangers in cemeteries, but she was obviously used to be thrown into strange situations in which she had to stick up or defend herself. Zelda couldn’t really help but wonder what this girl’s story was.

Zelda’s jaw dropped and she took a step back when she saw that the younger girl had pulled out a gun. What a discomforting turn of events. Overall, (save for the obviously situation of having a father that was a werewolf and being one herself) Zelda’d led a fairly sheltered life. Her parents were quite wealthy and she usually had the finest of everything: finest education, finest clothes, finest jewelry, etc. That being said, it is obvious that Zelda’d never been confronted with much violence in her life – especially never being held at gun point.

She kept her cool, though, at the young girl’s question. “Well, obviously,” she said with a scoff,”What else would I be?” She quirked an eyebrow and waited for the girl’s response. While she was keeping her cool on the outside, she was internally screaming. This girl was obviously the child of a hunter, or even just an individual hunter herself. However, unless she was an expert at werewolves, it would be less likely that she would be able to tell, just by physical traits.