A/N: Just a short drabble I wrote at the beginning of the series; how Mina must have felt for all those years. I own nothing, and there's no real spoilers. Enjoy
Mina
Harker sat alone.
It wasnt uncommon for Mina to be left by Galvin,
left alone to her thoughts in the grand, old, dusty library she spent
most of her time in now. She ran her hands across the smooth, grand
table she sat in front of and wondered, for the first time in ages,
what it must look like. Her blind eyes looked out determindedly into
her mind's eye, but all she could see was darkness. It was always
like that, unless her "second sigh"t was acting up and she
would see flashes of things, unreal blurs that just confused her as
she tried to make sense of it all.
It
wasn't as if she was some kind of helpless blind- no, she was very
clever, even if she admitted it herself, and, of course, helped by
the odd supernatural sense. But she missed real sight. She always
felt so helpless every time she knew they all came to fight some new
half-life, when it was only Galvin and Luke against whatever had
crawled up from the pits of darkness and was attacking them, and all
she could do was stand and wait and listen with a racing heart to the
awful sounds and shuffled movements of the fight, helpless herself
without Galvin beside her to guide her and lead her.
But these
thoughts always tended to overcome her, depress her, in a world that
was dark and depressing enough for her, so she took her hands
abruptly off the table and sat back in her chair, waiting. Waiting
for the door to open, for Galvin's cynical voice to boom out around
the room, for Luke to follow with the air of some kind of reluctant
puppy dog.
Mina
Harker had never felt so alone.
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