Title: Something Less Familiar
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Amelia Atwater-Rhodes. And the poem Ozymandais belongs to Shelly, but I'm pretty sure the copyright has expired on that one.
She was pushing 90 on route 27, but it didn't matter. No one was on the road with her. And she would never cross the double yellow line.
She was all that was left of her line. Everyone else was tainted. Tainted with the ultimate goal: surrender. They had been mother, sister, teacher, student, kin. But never victim. Never prey. They were Vida. Hunters. And hunters either killed or died. Hunters always got what they wanted. Always. Daughters, sisters did not.
She wondered if Vida was an empire and she was its downfall. She saw herself as Atlas and Cesar and Ozymandias. She was a stone statue with its arms cut off trying to hold up the sky. But she liked to think that if she stayed on the pavement she would never be in the sand with the king of kings.
She was weak. She fed on rules, as her kin fed on death. And she always ran from the hunter in herself. Coward, she'd call herself. Leech.
She loved the double yellow line more than Sarah or Domonique or Death. She loved it more than Death. Because, she thought, that maybe if she sucked on it as blindly as an infant at her mother's breast and as desperately as a starving fledgling at a donor's neck, it would make her strong. Maybe it would hold up the sky for her and she'd be able to surrender to something much less familiar. Something like life.
A/N: I appreciate reviews of all kinds. In fact, constructive criticism is my favorite kind. So if you have a problem with this please tell me all about it. Oh, and btw this is my first fic in years. And my first one in this fandom so I have no clue what to think of it.