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New Life, New Ada
"Adelaide! Where have you been?!" Mathu asked as she came in as if she had no care in the world.
Her sisters, Ruth and Linda, looked up from their magazines and tusked as they saw their youngest coven mate come into the den. They both knew that she was supposed to be in her room, not out. But no matter how many times Mathu tried to get her to stay put, no matter what he did to keep her in… she always got out.
Honestly, if they didn't already know that she was a physical shield, they would have said that her gift was getting out of, and into, places she shouldn't.
"Out." She said, as if it was obvious. "And it's Ada. A-D-A. A-d-a, it's not that hard."
"Stop with the cheek young lady!"
"Errrrrrr… no! And whoever said I was a young lady is a big fat stupid liar!"
Linda let out a bark of laughter at that and Ruth elbowed her, though she silently agreed. Ada was no lady. At. All.
Mathu gave them a sharp look and went back to berating Ada. "What have I told you about leaving without one of us? How did you escape? Where did you go? How many people did you kill?"
Ada took a big gulp of air, her cheeks puffing up like a pufferfish and then letting them deflate, pulling a raspberry at the end. "I was bored…! And I didn't kill that many, just like… three. Maybe four." She whined, petulantly, as she continued walking at a human pace towards her room.
Now, don't get me wrong. Ada was no brat. She was no diva or attention seeker, but she did LOVE causing trouble. She enjoyed acting as though she were a little girl, it made her feel better.
PTSD, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, that's what people would say she had, and acting like a child helped her cope with the things she would, could, never forget. Helped her deal with the fact that she would never see her twin again and made her feel like she wasn't the adult she had been forced to be, that she was a child forever.
That she never had to grow up again.
A second chance. A new life. A new her. A new Ada.
This was her second chance and she would not waste it, she would be as childish as she could, until the day she could not play any longer. But for an immortal being? That day could be hundreds of years away, so Ada wasn't too worried 'bout it.
"You could spend time with your sisters." Mathu tried, not for the first time. He wanted her to accept that she was apart of his coven, his family, but he knew she resented him for taking her from her twin.
Ada stopped walking and slowly turned to face him and Ruth and Linda froze. They knew what would happen. They knew that, despite her fun loving, happy, outward appearance, Ada held a lot of anger to their maker, though they never knew why exactly, always assuming that it was something to do with him turning her or her missing out on being human.
"Oh, I would LOVE to spend time with my sister, but I can't, can I? You made it so I can never see her again. You made it so I will live and she will die! IT'S YOUR FAULT!" By the time she finished talking, her hand was out, palm facing forward as she held him under her heavy shield, his skin cracking as the anger she suppressed seeped through. "I can't ever see her again, and it's all YOUR fault! Make no mistake, I hate you. And I'll always hate you!"
Mathu's neck was now barely hanging onto his torso, large, gaping cracks covered his body and his clothes were torn and shredded. Ruth and Linda tried to stop her, but fell flat on their asses when they vamp sped into her shields.
However, Ada still felt the impact on her shields and it knocked some sense into her. Within a flash, her hand was back at her side and a childish smile was on her face, "I'm gonna go watch some Spongebob! Laterz!" She called as she turned around and skipped away, ignoring her coven's incredulous looks as she did.
She had only been turned fourteen months and twelve days ago, and her gift was already so strong. It just came naturally to her, destroying things, breaking them, shielding them.
The thing she struggled with was raining it in, stopping. That was what she did not have control over, and Ada suspected that was because her gift was tied to her emotions, and because she always felt angry, always wanted to break things, her gift wanted it to.
She actually feared the day she let all her anger out, for she knew she would end up doing so one day, but she wasn't too worried. She was far from Bella (The only person other than herself she cared for) and she knew her gift would never hurt her, so whatever happened, she'd be fine.
Maybe she may act different, dress different and be a different species. But Ada wasn't sure if she really had changed, or if she had just revealed who she really was.