Turbulent Thoughts !!Gwen+Aymee!!

[Gwen Ridgeway (Cas)]

It’s just Mother Earths version of population control.

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The night air felt refreshing to the Gwen as she sat in the sun. There was a reason that people called this place Perfect. The trees and stream seemed to be alive even in winter. It was the perfect place to sit and think. She just hoped that she could come to a conclusion for her confused thoughts.
Since her kidnapping, she was always afraid of other people. She couldn’t trust people, especially males, and vampires. She felt that they were all scum, who attack the weak. She thought that with her own kind she might be protected, but not enough to let her guard down. The only friend she made was Aymee, the angel princess who had no wings.
Gwen didn’t care if she could fly or not. The scared girl was kind, often giving help to those who would hurt her. She always looked after other people, even though she herself was terrified. There was little that the angel could do to help the princess, but she always tried. Her motives didn’t have much to do with her status. Aymee was her friend, and she would die to protect her because of that. Obviously that didn’t mean that Gwen wanted to die.
The cards seemed stacked against her, however. She was lost in her own thoughts and feelings. The angels hardly ever hurt each other. She was told that the leader had a strong sense of justice, and was a hard leader. She wanted to believe that, but if what David was doing was allowed, then she had to disagree with what she was told. In that respect, Caine was right.
The vampire was another part of her life that confused her. He was part of the race that she despised. He, obviously, is a man who likes control. Those things should make her hate him. She didn’t, however. There was a strange mix of trust and attraction. She was still afraid, but maybe it was of the emotions, not the person. She was afraid of what that would represent about her. Of course, she was scared to get hurt, that is only natural after what she went through. Was she slowly going insane? Gwen knew that it could be some sort of delayed generalized Stockholm syndrome. She just didn’t know what she could do.

[Aymee Martin]

If only I was a bird, not an angel.

The thought went through Aymee’s mind. She hated being the only angel without wings. It wasn’t like other people cared but she did. All she wanted was to be the same as everyone else. She wished that a child would have lived instead of her. She didn’t care that it would have been a were child. It could hardly be an angel because there were so few angel children. None were in the Village at the time. But she was the one to survive.

Stop thinking about it. Maybe that man was right. Or maybe something else is wrong with you.[/b]

Aymee could have suffered some breakdown. She wouldn’t know what one felt like. The only thing that she was sure was the fact that she was spared when no one else was. Some thought that she sold out her race. She didn’t. She couldn’t. She cared too much about them to do something like that. No one else would know that. Of course.

Is that Gwen?[/b]

Aymee realized that she was right. It was her friend. She hadn’t seen her since that night where she met that man from another race. Gwen had helped her so much. And she forgot to say thank you. Aymee approached her before sitting down in front of her. She didn’t care if her clothes got wet. She just wanted to talk to her friend.

“Hey Gwen, what’s the matter?” she asked. Gwen looked sad, confused, defiantly not happy.

[Gwen Ridgeway (Cas)]

It’s just Mother Earths version of population control.

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Gwen’s thoughts churned in her mind, spinning and collapsing on each other. Countless waves of thoughts and emotions splashed her mind with icy determination, fighting for her attention. The cold air helped center her, but it wasn’t enough to distract her from the downing feeling she was getting. Everything was just so overwhelming. She had never dealt with people, or their feelings. She never had to figure out difficult situations when there was this many options. Before, it had been simple: do what she needed to survive, or die. No one had given her other choices. She never interacted with people willingly. Aymee was the exception.
The angel was her only friend, often talking her through her problems. She never got mad at Gwen for being unreasonable, or confused. She never got impatient when Gwen refused to attend something. They talked, shared stories, understanding each others torment. They had a rare friendship, and she wished that she could talk to her now.
Gwen broke out of her thoughts when she heard her name being called. The sun was shining off the white snow, blinding anyone who wanted to peer at what the world had become. It made it impossible to see who could be talking to her. The angel knew that voice, however. It was Aymee. Of course the girl always knew when she needed her. The princess was empathetic to others needs and refused to ignore someone else’s discomfort.
Her questions now seemed to make Gwen question some things as well. Would Aymee understand why Gwen was so confused? Would she tell her to stay with the vampire, or leave? Would she get mad at her friend for thinking about seeing Caine again? She knew that there was only one way to know the answer to that. She needed to ask, but would rather stall.
Gwen stood, looking over the other angel with obvious admiration. The girl’s were like sisters, and Gwen was glad Aymee looked well again. After having to rescue her from her own thoughts, taking her away from a potentially dangerous situation, she expected Aymee to look tired, scared, or confused. Instead she looked happy but concerned for her friend.
“I’m alright, but I’m a little confused. I, uh, met this guy the other day. He saved me from a group of weres. He then walked me to the angel council.. but.. umm. He’s a vampire. He says that he wants me to stay with him, where it’s safe.. but… I don’t know if it is safe. You know my past with vampires. They are hurtful. I don’t know if I can believe that he only wants to help me. He could want to sell me, or drain me. I just don’t know what to do.
“Aymee, you’re my best friend. Help me figure it out, please?”

[Aymee Martin]

What could be making Gwen this upset?

Aymee watched her friend. She didn’t seem comforted by Aymee’s presence. That was bad. Something must be really bad. The princess had never seen her friend so upset. She knew that she wanted to help. Aymee always wanted to help. The question was how could she help the woman.

Then Gwen told her. She explained the situation. It was bad, really bad. How could the girl like a vampire? Was it possible? She didn’t think Gwen would ever forgive the race for what happened to her. This was strange. It was the vampire’s fault. He must have used some strange ability on Gwen. It was the only way something like that could happen. She needed to make her understand that.

Or go tell your brother.

She knew that Gwen would hate her if she told Tomas about this. She could tell David. He would punish Gwen. That wouldn’t do. Aymee decided that her best bet would be talking to her friend herself. If she told Gwen what she felt, maybe she would listen. Maybe she would understand.

Aymee knew that that was the only way this would work. “Gwen, listen to yourself. You said that vamps were evil creatures. You said they were all devils. Wanting us for our blood. You were kidnapped by some. How is this one different? You want to be with a monster. An abomination. He is most likely taking advantage of you. If he lures you in with kindness, he could keep you with him. Attached. Even when he is doing bad things to do. It would be better than kidnapping you. Don’t you understand? Tell Tomas about David, he will be punished. Don’t resort to this. Gwen, listen!” she tried to explain to her friend.

Don’t push her too far. Don’t push her away.

[Gwen Ridgeway (Cas)]

It’s just Mother Earths version of population control.

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Even the cold weather couldn’t take away Gwen’s anger. She felt betrayed by her friend. The angel wanted to be told that it was alright to have feelings towards Caine. He was kind, protective and attractive. The only reason that Aymee was against her friend’s potential relationship was his race. That wasn’t fair. Gwen was constantly being targeted because of her race and knew that it wasn’t fair to do so to Caine, just like she knew that it wasn’t fair that people would target Aymee because she didn’t have wings.
“Stop being a hypocrite. Caine saved my life. I don’t think he would hurt me. Just because he is a vampire, doesn’t mean they are all evil. Just like all angels aren’t weak, perfect innocent beings. You should know this. Aymee, you are my friend, and a princess doesn’t mean that you can order me around! It’s my life, not yours!”
Gwen regretted what she said as soon as the words left her mouth. Of course Aymee would feel that way and relate that to the rest of the world. Her friend should know better, however. She was disappointed with her, but couldn’t help feeling guilty. She thought the same thing up until Aymee admitted her own feelings towards the vampire. She wasn’t going to lie to herself and say that she didn’t discriminate as soon as she saw him. It still scared her that he was a vampire, but she thought that she could get over it.
That was if it was even worth it for her to get over it. She didn’t know anything about relationships, so she didn’t know if what was developing between the two counted as a relationship. He was nice, saved her twice, but did he want something other than friendship? She had never wanted someone to have feelings for her before, so she wasn’t sure what she was looking for. Gwen did know that her friendship with the princess was worth more than this.
“I’m sorry Aymee, you know I didn’t mean to be mean. You are my best friend. It’s just that I like Caine but I’m scared. Not so much of him being a vampire, but I’ve never had a relationship. You were my first friend. “ Gwen looked up to her friend questionably, wondering if she would forgive her or not.