A/N: so the death of Victoria actually made me rather sad, so this happened
Through the heart
"Did you want to go see a movie with us?" His voice shatters her silent concentration and the arrow breaks free of the bow and lodges itself in the wall at least three feet from the target.
"No." She resets the bow, popping another arrow in and drawing, slowly, painfully, the rig is to stiff for her, all the running she does is doing nothing for her archery skills.
"Are you just saying that because I killed your arrow?"
A heavy sigh, she hates it but she wants to go, worst of all wants to go with him. Some semblance of normality would do her good. But she looks at the scratches on her arms and with a slow breath let's the arrow soar across the basement to land right next to the first one.
"Wow you really suck at this." She spins to glare at him and the laughter dies in his throat.
"That's why I'm not going to the movie." She grumbles and turns back to the targets.
"Maybe it's just the wrong weapon for you? I can't use the bow for shit," He gets up and picks the pieces of a glock 9mm from the table and while looking only at her quickly assembles it, with a tap to the but loads and turns quickly to the targets and unloads the clip.
"Dad mentioned that your family used to be knife throwers by trade, maybe you should try that?"
"Chris hurry up or we'll leave without you!" The call comes from upstairs and in a flash he has disassembled the gun and laid the pieces back on the table.
"If it's good, we can go together on the weekend kay?" He smiles a spectacular smile at her and she can do not much more than nod.
She shakes her head to clear it, violent red hair blinding her momentarily, she likes the colour but this length has got to go she notes before tying the long strands behind her.
This is ridiculous, if she is so good at hand to hand combat why can't she shoot? She was a Schwert she was going to be an Argent. She was the only girl in the entire group of Families to take down a beta singlehandedly, hell all she had had with her was her shoe, and that monster had gone down.
She flicked open the black box on the table. Knives, shinning, sharp and silver. The weight of them in her hand felt natural, like holding a pencil.
She flicked her hand at the target and the small silver object flew true.
Right through the middle of the target.
She emptied the box just to make sure it hadn't been a fluke but her aim remained true, every single shining spinning thing right through the middle of the target or damn near.
Taking a deep breath to settle the adrenaline she walked around the weapon laden table to collect her knives all of which were still sticking out of the wall.
Her heart stops briefly at the sight of the target.
That gun fire, those bullet holes, while only looking at her he had formed a heart. She pulls her knives out of the hearts centre and pulls the thin paper carefully out of the holder.
Folding it up into a tiny package she puts the thing in her pocket.
She keeps the target in the bottom of her jewellery box until she dies.
While Chris is going through her things to move to storage, because he can't bare to throw anything she touched away, he finds it.
And the tears roll down his face unhindered in the heavy silence of the room she no longer lives in and the thought that her voice will never ring in this place again breaks him.