Coping (Robert)

[Merry Grace Lovelace]

(Since this is mostly by myself I'm just gonna knock this out and fill in later as needed)

She couldn’t believe he was truly gone. He’d been a part of her life for only a few short months and yet it seemed like a lifetime for her. Her eyes were red and puffy and she sat in her room staring at nothing in particular, just alone with her thoughts. She hated that people were trying to make her feel better. The reality was that Connor had gone completely unstable and killed people. She’d felt him going and instinctively built a wall to shut him out to keep him from dragging her down with him. And in this he had done right. He’d been working on blocking her so now it didn’t take much to keep him out of her head.

Well now he was dead so she didn’t need to worry about it. All she knew was that she felt him go. His connection with her stopped and it was like someone had pulled the plug on that part that had been him. That was how she knew he was dead and gone. It hurt her to know that he had finally gotten taken out but part of her was glad. She felt like a coward for not doing it herself but his ability to cut through her defenses had made it impossible. She’d known that which is why she hadn’t even attempted it. She found it ironic that you could feel badly for a murderer dying. Was this how her dad felt with Anneliese? This sense of relief and yet gnawing grief that wouldn’t go away? She was so angry at herself for falling for him, for wanting to see the good in him. She’d thought he was like her dad and had held out hope for the both of them even as she knew it wouldn’t happen.

She was just dumb. She should have realized when that love spell went off that Rodney had loved her. She was so mad now. Her fist went into her down pillow and the kinetic blast caused it to explode. That at least gave her something to focus on. She began collecting the feathers with her telekinesis and putting them back in the destroyed pillow. Neat as always. She was so angry, At herself for not just staking Connor. For letting him be her first only to have him abandon her. He’d treated her like crap but stupidly she’d held out hope and now it was gone.

She felt the tears flow down her face and she let out a primal wail that echoed through the house. It wouldn’t do anything but it was a safe way for her to get rid of some of the hurt and anger. She never got to say goodbye but then neither had his victims. She rocked back and forth. Her inner conflict rolling around in circles as she tried to see where survival ended and the murder of innocents began. It just hurt and there was no escaping it.

[Robert Alexander Lovelace]

From where he was Robert heard his daughter’s cry and ran into the room. Wrapping her in his arms he rocked her like he used to when she was a child and had gotten hurt. He felt wetness on his face and realized that her pain had wounded him too. He had wanted her to be happy with someone normal and the chances of that happening were rare in this city. She needed a chance to heal; to feel normal and not feel like her existence was half hinged on a boy who could not accept what had happened to him.

He could understand the boy even as he despised him for his weakness. Anne could destroy anyone or anything and it sucked that she was human while all this had gone down. He did understand how she could break people like toys. Easily discarded after use and then it was off to find another. She had sickened him with her ways and he had spent the rest of his time just making up for what she had made him do; for actually starting to like it and revel in it. That was his secret shame. The reason he hunted those who broke the laws. Part of him relished killing things and making an excuse to do so. At least his excuses benefited people. He couldn’t say the same for the hunters that were in L.A. He’d heard one of them had died and while he wasn’t thrilled at this news he kind of figured it didn’t matter one way or the other in the grand scheme of things. The vampire population was pretty much steady and the werewolf population was on the rise by a whopping 2 new members (Though admittedly one of them was a move in). He sighed and held his daughter while she cried, rocking her back and forth. “How about we go on a holiday, Princess? Just you and me; we don’t have to be gone long but it might help to get a change of scenery until you feel a little better.” He got a snuffled acceptance and smiled softly, “Okay. I’m going to go make arrangements and you go pack.” He said as he moved away and brushed a few tears from her face. It hurt him to see her like this. To know she had been through so much pain at the hands of a boy who was too self-absorbed to realize what he was doing. Sighing he stepped out and began making phone calls to get a plane ready to go.