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~Trauma Triggers~

Summary: Vaggie experiences a trigger while training and goes into a stage of panic.

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"Your steps are sloppy," Carmilla criticized as she jumped out of the way of Vaggies attack. She was currently training Vaggie to be prepared when the angels attack once more. They started doing these sessions once a week.

"Try to flow with the music, Girl," Carmilla said. They had a steady metronome beat in the background that was supposed to help Vaggie.

Vaggie was starting to get frustrated. She was tired, sweaty, and feeling angry. Why couldn't she land a single punch on Carmilla? She went for another attack with her training spear but Carmilla swiftly stepped out of the way and kicked her in the side, sending her flying across the room.

"You are forgetting a major advantage that you have, Vaggie," She told her. Vaggie knew what she was talking about. She wanted Vaggie to get over her fear of using her wings. It was hard though. Everytime she was in the air, she felt like she was back in the exterminations, killing souls. That's why she refused to use them.

"I'll be fine without them!" She spat and got back up. She could do this. She didn't need that stupid advantage to kick her mentor's ass.

"Watch your tone," Carmilla warned. Sure, she was just her student, but she sometimes saw her as her third daughter and often treated her like one. Sometimes she'd spoil and pamper and other times she would absolutely scold her whenever she was late or did something stupid to herself.

Vaggie was starting to really hate that damn metronome. It was beating in her head and was seriously annoying the living shit out of her. After more attacks and dodges and sometimes she'd get a small hit in, she was getting incredibly pissed and frustrated. She tried to think of Charlie, and how she was one she needed to protect. How Charlie was the reason she gets out of bed in the morning. How she loved her so dearly. However, it barely did anything.

Finally, vaggie had enough. She sprouted her wings and flew up, ready to dive down with her spear in her hands. She dove for Carmilla, about to attack. Suddenly, she froze mid air. The formation she was just flying in, the anger she just had, she way she held her spear as she dove. It felt like she was back in heaven again. Where she hurt innocent souls. Where she was abused by her sisters for being weak when crying. Where she was the worst person ever.

She couldn't breathe. It felt like something was tightening around her chest, constricting her lungs. Her heart beat fast, like she had just ran a mile a minute. Her eyes were wide and shooketh. Her spear dropped to the floor with clang and her wings disappeared, making her fall. Carmilla went to catch her but was too late, Vaggie had fallen and crashed onto her knees. She pulled at her hair, trying to get rid of these flashback. She felt like she was back there. She could hear the screams. She could taste the blood.

Carmilla had no clue what was going on. One moment, Vaggie was up in the air, taking advantage of her wings, the next she was on the floor, having a panic attack. She tried to think about what would've cause it but couldn't think. Nothing happened that could've caused this. Unless something inside of her happened.

"No, no, no, no," she muttered, hyperventilating. Carmilla was by her side but she couldn't hear her. All she could hear and see were the dying souls she's killed. Tears escaped her eyes before she even knew it.

"Vaggie! Vaggie, sweetie, Take some deep breaths," Carmilla instructed. Vaggie didn't even seem to notice that she was there. She grabbed her hand and squeezed it lightly, trying to warn her that she was there, but Vaggie still couldn't bounce back.