Stephanie
Everyone just loves Valkyrie Cain.
Stephanie watched her, sitting in a group with Skulduggery, Fletcher, Scarcen Rue and the monster hunters. They were all smiling, and laughing and celebrating the fact that, although she had killed all those people, Valkyrie was back, and she was perfect and everyone just loves her.
She looked at Fletcher. Although he was dating her, he didn't trust Stephanie. Not completely anyway. But, when he was around Valkyrie, he changed. He acted more open, less awkward, more cocky, he could be funny and stupid and no one cared. He trusted Valkyrie, and not her, and that hurt.
Why did he trust Valkyrie anyway? Why, after what she did to him? He had dated her for two years, and for one of them, she had been seeing a vampire. And yet, she knew, the moment Valkyrie asked, he would dump the copy and go to the real thing.
Because, that's what she was in his mind. A bad immitation of the real Valkyrie Cain. Of course, Fletcher liked her, but it was for the wrong reasons.
Stephanie was glad though, she supposed. She didn't want to end up like Valkyrie. Valkyrie had all that guilt and a lifetime of punishment coming for her. Stephanie, however? She could live a normal life with her family and her friends and go to her college. And Valkyrie could save the world and still not make up for what she did to it.
But, still they all loved her. They forgot about all the bad things she'd done and made things go back to normal, because, hey, she was Valkyrie and nothing but the best for Valkyrie Cain.
Valkyrie Cain was a saviour and a hero, and yeah, she killed a few hundred people along the way, but lets just forget about that because everyone loves her. Stephanie scowled.
Fletcher looked over at her and she smiled. He beckoned to her. She got up and walked to the table. The conversation immediately quietened when she sat down.
This was going to be very interesting.