The Void
For as long as she could remember there was a void within her.
As a child, she hoped it would be filled with family, belonging, stability. Her childhood memories consist of orphanages and foster homes. She dreamt that her real mother would someday come to rescue not only her, but every child. Surely that would fill the emptiness in her chest.
Eventually she outgrew those childhood dreams, but the void remained. As an adult she sought out action and adrenaline. She joined the FBI and loved the thrill of the hunt. It was a powerful rush to corner the "bad guy" with her gun drawn and see the look in their eyes when they realized there was no escape. But even that did not satisfy her for long. Then she started catching some weird and difficult to explain cases which intrigued her, so her handler sent her to Haven.
This tiny town was weird central and she thrived. Not only were the inhabitants a mystery, but she soon discovered that her own missing past was somehow wrapped up in Haven's shores. She saw the picture of the woman who could be her mother and the void within her screamed. She had to know what secrets this town held for her.
Though her search often yielded far more questions than answers, she began to feel a sense of belonging in this town for god's orphans. She gave up her nomadic life in the FBI and settled down with the Haven P.D. For the first time that she could remember, she had friends. These friends fit into her definition of family. There was the charming smuggler with that mischievous glint in his eye that spoke more to her of brotherhood than bedroom (despite his words to the contrary). There were the two nosy uncles who, in any other town, might be considered creepy, but whom she treated with amused indifference.
And then there was him. Her best friend. The man who felt everything except touch. Until he felt her… only her. When he looked at her she would almost feel as if she was drowning. Drowning in those eyes that held such deep thoughts and emotions. Only his eyes ever gave any indication of what was really going on in his head. She began to wonder if he could be the one to make her feel whole.
Now, with his head in her lap and those intense eyes staring as he said, "the only thing I feel is you," she realized that the void was finally beginning to fill. So she took another bite of his brains.
