Invisible
Mimic shifted uncomfortably, her eyes fixed on Damien's defeated form. Her thoughts swirled like a tempest, a mixture of devotion, frustration, and barely suppressed jealousy. She looked at Damien who couldn't see her now because he was backing her and her thoughts spiralled out of control.
'After all these years,' she thought bitterly, 'he's still hung up on Rose. Why can't he see me? I've been here, faithfully serving him, doing things Rose never would. I've been his knight, his confidant, his... everything. But not his lover. Never that.'
Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, nails digging crescents into her palms. The pain was a welcome distraction from the ache in her chest. Mimic's jaw tightened, the muscles in her neck straining as she fought to keep her face neutral. 'Am I not worthy? Is it because I don't look completely human? A different species of vampire? Not... her?'