Eloisa Chavez (your_rage) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-03-02 22:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-01, eloisa, missy |
It's been a long time coming and I'm coming for you
Who: Eloisa and Missy
Where: Outskirts of SO, abandoned house
When: Very late at night
Warnings: Violence, blood, vampire attack, etc.
Missy was in a pretty good mood tonight. True, it had taken more effort than normal to get Kristen to go to sleep and her little sister had kept going on and on about how Missy needed to stay in the house tonight or something awful was going to happen, but after that everything had evened out. Jadyn was doing alright and her little boy was even getting better after that run of sickness he had had. For a moment the blonde had debated going and seeing them before she went out, but then she had decided it would be better to wait until tomorrow. She was already dressed for hunting and everything. Last thing that needed to happen was Jadyn coming in to give her a hug only to feel the handle of the gun that was tucked into her jeans. The knife was less visible, yeah, but still. And she was pretty sure that Cecil would not like it if her hugged her leg and it affected him somehow since it was made of silver and he was a were. No, Missy never wanted to hurt the little tiger cub.
No, tonight she avoided that area of town altogether and instead made her way to the outskirts. It amazed her how often she could find a vampire out there, wandering as though it would be easier to pick someone off. Once that may have been true, but Missy liked to think that people were a little more intelligent these days. They usually went and proven her wrong, but the better she pretended the less it bothered her until they showed up dead and she had to do a story on them. Like the bridge... No, no Missy was not thinking about that tonight. Too many people had died and it had bothered her on several different levels when part of her mind had wondered if this was what vampires felt like when their kin died. But no, they hardly cried. Nikita knows how to cry... Missy shook her head and pushed that thought down deep, covered with memories of her family, and drew in a deep breath as she leaned against a tree. It was dark, almost too dark to see, but she had thought for a moment that she had heard something other than the rain. It was her first night out since Kristen had been hurt and the last thing she wanted to do was get herself caught off guard. Or worse - and yes she viewed this as worse - actually run into a cop and have to explain why she was walking around at night with two guns and a long-bladed knife strapped to her leg. That was not a conversation that would go over well at all.
There weren’t all that many things that Eloisa took an interest in unless they directly pertained to her or something she had done. Which was why she was interested in the blonde news reporter with the Australian accent who had the little sister with the dog. Eloisa had seen that news report and, while Valya had shook her head and made a remark about how things like this were going to get them driven out of town, she’d been delighted with it. All that a person had to do these days to get noticed was go out and terrorize a child. You didn’t even have to kill them! But Eloisa had been curious about the barely suppressed rage that she could practically feel coming through the screen off that blonde. So she’d found where they lived, it was so much easier these days to find people than it’d been in the old days, and had decided to follow them. At first it hadn’t been anything interesting, but tonight... well, tonight things had been different and Eloisa had sensed it from the moment that she saw the door open well after the little girl typically went to sleep. That woman wasn’t wearing an outfit suitable for going out. It was very simple and to the point. She can’t be. Because if she was that’d be too perfect. Had Eloisa, at complete random, chosen the little sister of a hunter? If God had blessed her then the answer to that was going to be a resounding ‘yes’.
Instead of just going up to her, Eloisa decided to follow along for awhile, see if she was right. Really, who else would be out in the middle of the night when it was raining? Her, yes, but the rain had ceased to bother Eloisa centuries ago. Her first night in Scarlet Oak had also been in the rain and that’d been wonderful in its own right. The rain could lead to very good things if you asked her and she was hoping it’d do so again tonight. Eloisa was lost in her thoughts as she followed the woman at a distance, amused all over again that she wasn’t detected, though eventually she became so complacent that she started to do something that she knew to be a bad idea -- she started to hum. The second she heard the first sound come out of her mouth she stopped, but it’d been enough. The blonde ahead of her had stopped and perked up from where she’d taken shelter under a tree. Good enough senses for someone who smelled like just a straight up human. Plus some fae. Valya would love her blood. Eloisa wondered if she had anything she could catch some in to take back to her. Maybe I can just take her head... Shrugging, the red-eyed vampire stepped onto the sidewalk and started walking towards the abandoned house. It was only perhaps twenty yards from there to the tree the woman was under. Eloisa stopped when she was level with the tree, the puddle she was in lapping at her bare feet. “You can come out from there,” she informed the woman she could see perfectly fine when she turned her head, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “I can see you.”
Missy was guilty of letting her mind wander slightly, off to things that did not matter at the current time. Like if she was going to be able to make it to Kristen’s next meet or if she needed to find her another baby-sitter next week since she was going to have to stay late at the station again at least once. Thoughts that were wiped right out of her mind when she heard the sounds of someone walking. She straightened and peered out at the sidewalk, surprised by what she saw. It appeared to be a short woman dressed in jeans and a t-shirt with her hair stuck to the sides of her face from the rain. All of which could have been completely normal, but it was her feet that caught Missy’s attention the most at first - they were bare. In the rain. She tensed, hand resting on one of her guns when the woman looked towards her and she caught a glint of her eyes. Blood red. Missy’s lip curled, but she moved forward slightly, still keeping a good distance between them. “See or smell?” Red eyes meant the woman who had terrified Kristen. Or there were several of them in the same area, but Missy doubted that. Red stuck out quite a bit. “Forget your shoes?”
“Both. But you don’t even smell that appetizing. That little girl of yours? She smelled better. It’s that touch of psychic thrown in,” Eloisa said back, her grin wide now. What she didn’t like was that the human had stopped too far away for her to have an effect on her. Though the Rider was willing to bet that she already had plenty of rage seething away in there. If she didn’t then she was sure as hell going to. Eloisa never liked going up against hunters unless she was sure that they were going to get nice and pissed. Angry people made mistakes that she just didn’t and those were her favorite sort. That way she could drag it out for longer, have a bit more fun before she went flouncing back to Valya to share her newest success with her. “Just like a drug.” She fluttered her fingers up and laughed, though she was sure to keep her eyes on the woman. Eloisa had been around for too long to risk looking away from someone who could very well be a good hunter and she had scars to prove how many times she’d tangled with one of their kind. What amazed her was that humans actually thought they could get good enough to take someone like her on. “So what’re you doing way out here? And all alone? Thought a news reporter would’ve figured out how... dangerous that is.”
Appetizing? God, this fanger was not even trying to talk like a regular person. She was just spouting off like it was okay to think of people as appetizing or not depending on what they were. “I’m fine with that,” Missy said back, her voice tight. This was one of the things that she just hated with certain vampires - they wanted to talk. Why did they think that she would want to do that? All that she wanted to do was shoot them, maybe cut the head off or burn the body, and get the hell back home so that she could wash them off of her skin and her clothes. The rest of it just made her shrug. For some reason she had never actually been okay with coming out and saying ‘because I’m a hunter and it’s what I do’. It had never really been okay to say that, it was still the opposite of okay since society was sticking these new rules all over the place that protected everyone and everything. Never stopped me before. Missy undid the little catch holding her gun in place and slid it held, holding it firmly in her hand as she clicked off the safety. The quicker this was done the better. Kristen would sleep better at night if she could tell her that the red-eyed vampire was taken care of. “Sorry - only I’m not - but I don’t chat with fangers.” The gun came up, steadied and Missy squeezed off a round.
Really, what was it with modern society and the guns?! Eloisa’s mouth twisted into a sneer of disgust when she saw that gun come out. This was where she’d noticed that most people, and vampires, seemed to go terribly wrong. They just started running or rolling, flailing their arms wildly like that was going to do them a damn bit of good. It wasn’t. What you had to do was watch for that minute movement that came with squeezing the trigger and that was when you moved. When they’d committed to the shot and where you were standing. So she did; a neat drop back and roll back up to the feet. Probably wasn’t fair to test her reflexes out against a human, but they didn’t play fair to start with and Eloisa really didn’t care. “I hate guns,” the vampire remarked casually. She was already moving, and not in a straight line, until she was close enough to grab the fun and wrest it aside. The gun got thrown to the side and Eloisa jumped back again. Call it intuition, but she was pretty sure there was another gun and those bullets were probably silver. Just one wasn’t going to kill her but it’d sting like a bitch and leave a mark. Eloisa already had enough of those. “Didn’t you ever learn how to do things in a more civilized manner? Shooting people is really just so unrefined.” It was funny that Eloisa’d be saying that since she wasn’t actually anywhere near refined. She still preferred things like swords or whips or the good bow here or there. “Stand still and look pretty, you’ll live a few minutes longer. Try to shoot me again I’m breaking something.” A pause. “Of yours.”
Had she really just missed? No, no Missy had not missed, that red-eyed vampire had moved too fast. She knew that vampires were naturally faster and all of that, but she had never seen one do that. And it was off-putting to realize that it was - a shocked sound slipped out of her mouth when her gun was plucked away like she was not even holding onto it. Before she could reach for her other gun, the vampire was already back to where she had been stood before, looking for all the world like she had not even moved. Missy’s hand was stinging and she was just standing there. I fucking hate bloody vampires. “Guns are civilized.” To her they most certainly were. What was so great about the ‘old days’ when people had gone around gutting or beheading each other like it was the only way to be? Guns were quicker and they could kill faster if used right. Overall they were the better weapon and it was not her fault that this red-eyed vampire was stuck back in the past. “Not my fault that you don’t have one.” And she did not give a damn about the threat, the other gun was still coming out. “So what happens if I don’t try and I just shoot you this time? Other than you bleed and hurt a lot.” Maybe if she faked the shot and waited until the vampire moved she would be able to get her this time...
Eloisa rolled her eyes at this child of a hunter who was trying to tell her that guns were civilized. It only made sense that she wouldn’t understand the beauty of something else and would think that fast and effective meant better. It didn’t. Better were the things that took time, effort and you could look graceful when you used them. You couldn’t look graceful with a gun, not the same way as you could with a sword or whip in your hands. And unless you were up close and personal then you weren’t going to get that sweet, hot spray of blood over your hands or splashed up on your face... Eloisa felt a little shiver shoot down her spine just at the thought. Suddenly she didn’t just want to break this hunter’s neck. Oh no, she wanted to sink her fangs into that pretty little curve and drink her fill. This time she wasn’t going to be interrupted. No, this time she was going to drink her fill and leave her lying right there in the road so that the people of Scarlet Oak could see that the vampires meant business. Let them do whatever they wished with their politics, she wasn’t going to be a victim of them. She was going to feed when, where and how she wanted. The only person in the entire world -- other than the Riders of Conquest -- who could even hope to tell Eloisa what to do was a certain black-eyed Rider who wasn’t there. Valya wouldn’t ever tell her to stop. Valya loved watching her work. “Oh I’m sorry, were you talking?” Eloisa had become quite distracted as she started forward and she wasn’t even paying attention to that worthless toy of a gun that was in her hands. “I was too busy thinking about how good you’re going to taste. But you’re going to try to make my meal difficult, aren’t you?” Eloisa grinned widely, sure that her fangs were gleaming in the faint street lights. “I like it when they go down screaming.”
To say that Missy was starting to feel nervous or even worried would have been an understatement. She was not used to this sort of behavior from vampires, not at all. When she confronted Nikita there was always talking and bluffing and a little back-and-forth, but she was used to it and Nikita’s words did not have that same certainty to them that said, without a doubt, what was going to happen. When this red-eyed vampire spoke it seemed like she was just... beyond confident. No, I’m not scared. Missy forced herself to shrug it off and took a step back for every one that the vampire took forward. It’s just a fanger who knows how to talk. Come on, just shoot her. One shot and she’ll be shaken and she’ll shut up. They always did. Undead and centuries old or not, no one liked being shot. A deep breath as she pretended not to see how focused those scarlet eyes were on her neck and she shot again, practically praying that this time it connected.
Honestly, Eloisa had forgotten about the second gun. She’d seen it, yes, and even if she hadn’t then she’d have smelled that sharp tang of wet metal. Either way she wasn’t paying attention to it. The important thing here was that she had a delicious scent in her nostrils. The more nervous that she became, the hungrier that Eloisa became. Give her a few more minutes and her blood was going to be flooded with adrenaline. Eloisa loved feeding at that moment when that frenzy was pumping through; if it was possible then she was as addicted to that as anyone had ever been to angelic blood. Oh and if she got that anger flowing as well... Eloisa shivered again and it was in that moment that she remembered the gun. A little too late and though she managed to jerk to the side she still felt a tearing, burning pain rip along her left arm. A hiss of air escaped and she looked down to find her shirt torn with blood blossoming out, mingling and then staining the white material. Her skin was torn too. The bullet hadn’t lodged, it’d more than graze her but it had just ripped out the other end. And it was burning. Silver. God but Eloisa hated it when they got smart and used silver. “Tell me something,” Eloisa gritted out, her eyes narrowed as her hand flashed out to close around the woman’s wrist, squeezing tight until she could feel the bones move and then she heard the delightful sound of them snapping. “What’s your name? And what on earth makes you think that you could actually take me on? Hmmm? I’m just dying to know.”
The sight of blood caused a vicious thrill to rush through Missy and she grinned, ready to fire again until she realized that wrist was being held. No, not held, squeezed. And tighter than it had ever been. Missy had to bite her tongue to keep back a cry of pain as she felt the bones start to squeeze and crack. The gun fell from her fingers and she had to fight to keep from pulling back. It would do no good. She could feel the strength in that hand and she knew, had always known, that she was no match for a vampire when they were this close to her. But if she came any closer then maybe Missy could manage to bring her leg up fast enough to get her knife and drive it into her neck. Or one of those red eyes. “None of your bloody business, fanger,” she hissed, unable to keep her voice any sort of controlled against the pain that was radiating out from her wrist. Pain and... she could feel herself getting angry. No, not just angry. There was a dull sense of rage building inside of her, pounding through her veins, and it was focused on this curly-haired brunette in front of her. Of course it is! She’s a vampire! She temporarily forgot about the knife and just brought her knee crashing up into the short vampire’s midsection. And Missy, who had been hunting vampires for well over a decade, learned something: she learned that it was a bad idea to hit one. She grunted and dropped her leg back down, stumbling a little as she did so, feeling a bit like she had tried to kick a tree.
Eloisa couldn’t help it, she let out a loud laugh when Missy kneed her. It didn’t hurt. She imagined that it was rather what a mosquito bite might feel like -- you knew it was there, but it didn’t matter. Maybe later it would... no, no it wouldn’t. A child-sized vampire could hit harder than that. “Oh sweet girl,” Eloisa tsked, ignoring the blazing pain in her arm where the silver bullet had ripped a gash, bringing her other hand up to slap the hunter across the face. Then she grabbed her by the hair and jerked her face back and closer so that they were hardly a breath apart. Any passerby might’ve thought that they were going to kiss if they didn’t see the blood. Or that look in those oh-so-blue eyes. “You don’t know yet how bad of an idea it is to not tell me what I want to know.” She yanked her hand up, a few pieces of hair going with it, and smiled again. “My name’s Eloisa. Eloisa Chavez, to be exact. Now. Tell me your name or I break the other wrist. Or all ten of your pretty fingers. Not your neck though, no. Not yet.” She let go of her hair and stroked one finger down that warm throat, shivering again at the feel of her pulse. “It tastes better when you’re still alive, you know.”
Despite the pain, and twinges of fear that were still shooting all over her body, Missy could not help the hateful look that was making itself known on her face. She had been angry before, very angry, but it had never happened quite this fast. Was it because this vampire had frightened Kristen so bad that she could hardly sleep at night? Or was it because she had disarmed and grabbed Missy so easily that she felt like she was fourteen and learning with her father all over again? Whatever, it hardly mattered, the spark of anger was spreading and all that she wanted to do was rip this vampire’s head off. It was hard, though, to stay so angry and just focus on it when fear was welling up at those words and motions. Her cheek felt like it was on fire and she could taste warm, coppery blood in her mouth. When she opened it to answer she waited, letting rain fall in to rinse the taste out. Should she answer? The tearing pain in her scalp answered for her. “Missy.” Her leg started to move again, only up this time. A silvered dagger would do a hell of a lot more good than her knee had. Just a little farther and her fingers would close around that hilt. She relished the mental image of driving it all the way to the hilt into this vampire's chest. Right into that cold, unbeating heart of hers.
Missy. “That’s such a... plain and ordinary name,” Eloisa sighed. Her eyes did light up at the scent of blood. Not just blood underneath of the skin either. She’d cut the inside of her mouth when she slapped her and now the scent was slipping out. The vampire leaned in a little closer and took a deep breath. “You smell delicious, I’ll have you know. You’re not even my type but since you seem so set on playing hunter I figured I’d show you what happens...” In a blur of motion she released Missy’s wrist and hair, grabbing hold of her by her waist instead. She may have been shorter than the blonde by nearly a foot, but she was still far stronger than her and it was time she showed it. It was sort of like something she’d seen on the television once, what the men in the funny skirts had been doing. Only they’d been using logs and Eloisa was using a struggling, cursing person. She was kind of shaped like a stick though. “Ever wanted to fly?” Eloisa’s teeth showed in another grin before she squatted down and then jerked back up, throwing Missy with all of her strength. She wouldn’t be surprised if she went crashing into the wall of that house; it was only twenty or thirty yards away. And hopefully it wouldn’t break all of her bones.
Missy could not decide if it was the anger or the fear that was winning when the red-eyed vampire, Eloisa, leaned in and sniffed at her mouth. At her blood. She had a reply ready when suddenly everything was moving. She hardly had time to get out a few choice phrases before she realized what was happening. Her hands scrabbled to grab hold of something, anything, but all they could grasp was air and the next thing that she knew that was all that she was surrounded by. And she wished with every fiber of her being that she would have kept being surrounded by it because nothing in her life hurt as bad as every part of her did when she struck the house. Maybe she should have been grateful that it was wood instead of cement, but she could not think that. All that she could think was that she had heard so many crashing and crunching and breaking noises that she did not know if they all came from the wood or her body and she tried to scream, but instead it came out as a soft sort of moan. When she coughed, because it felt like she needed to to get whatever was in her throat out, the taste of blood filled her mouth again. The rain actually felt good on her face and... was she lying on the ground? It felt like the ground, only there were bits of wood stuck into her skin and when she tried to lift herself up she found that it was impossible. Broken... Was she broken? “Kristen,” she managed to gasp, coughing out another mouthful of blood and rainwater as she did, wincing against the pain and then lying still as she could because the wince had hurt too.
“And that was a perfect throw,” Eloisa praised herself, tearing part of her shirt off so that she could tie it off around the bleeding wound in her left arm. It was alright, that’d stop bleeding as soon as she got enough blood in her. Some nice fae-blood from that twitching, moaning, bleeding form laying slumped against the wall of the house. But really, a perfect throw would’ve been through the window instead of just the wall. Or on the roof... Eloisa supposed that she hadn’t really taken the time to aim. Next time, next time she would. Oooohhh, and she’d bring Valya so that they could turn it into a contest! Better-sized humans would be needed for it next time. And maybe ones that didn’t struggle quite so much. The Rider of War was certain that she’d have made a better throw if she hadn’t been bleeding from one of her arms. Eloisa took her time walking over and when she did reach the mess she frowned a little. Maybe she shouldn’t have thrown her. It looked like she was pretty damaged and Eloisa hadn’t been ready to be done playing. “You probably can’t stand up,” she sighed as she knelt down next to her, paying no mind to the mud and wet grass that was going to ruin these jeans. “Which means that we’re just going to have to do this laying down. But oh, won’t that be so nice for you?” Eloisa reached over and re-situated Missy, not caring that her body was broken or that she was likely hurting her worse. It didn’t matter how you treated your meal once it was obvious that it was just going to die on you. Humans really needed to come in sturdier constructions. Eloisa stroked her fingers along Missy’s bloody face and up into her hair again, tipping her head back as far as it would go. She leaned in, licking her tongue along a small surface cut, humming happily at the taste. Her fangs skimmed the damp skin and she stopped. “Anything you want to say before you die, little hunter? I’m sure I’ll be able to share it with that sister of yours before I drain her dry.”
Never once in her life had Missy felt like she was so helpless as she was now. Not when she had seen her family dead or when she had watched Maureen kill herself because of what she was. A vampire had never gotten hold of her like this; she had never let them get so close. And now she knew why her father had always told her that it was death to let them touch you. Once they did that you were as good as dead and you just needed to say your prayers because you were not going to live to see the sun come up. You were right, dad. Why was it getting so hard to breathe? Or to even focus? She could not focus and yet when she felt that touch in her hair, on her skin, the tongue against her skin... Missy felt tremors of rage spring up all over again and a quiet growl made its way out of her throat. Or it was supposed to be a growl. It came out as more of a sputtered cough. Somehow she summoned the strength to reach up with her good arm and grab at Eloisa’s shirt, holding it weakly. “Don’t touch her,” she gasped. “Stay the fuck away.” And then she was coughing again, her head falling back as much as it could when cold, hard fingers were holding it in a very awkward position. Her neck had never been this exposed to a vampire - unless you counted with Nikita, but Missy did not count that since she had not known - and a feeling of sickness was warring with the fear and anger as she realized that those cold, sharp tips were fangs. Vampire fangs. Vampire fangs at her throat.
Had Eloisa ever been so breakable? No, even when she was a human she couldn’t have been this terribly fragile. She’d been made of tougher stuff than this. It was pathetic that a hunter went out so easily at the hands of a Rider of War. There wasn’t enough suffering or pain. There couldn’t ever be, no, not if you asked Eloisa. She only wished that there was a way to prolong the suffering and terror, the fear and anger that she’d felt and seen racing through the young woman. Humans never suffered enough once she got her hands on them. She wished they would. She wished there was a way to make it happen. “If only you were a cultist, sweet Missy,” she cooed to the weakly struggling woman, tugging her hair a little harder before she pressed her lips to that still-strong pulse on the side of her neck. “I could make this worse for you.” Oh but she’d love to. Eloisa didn’t think there was a thing in the world -- other than Valya herself or the very end of it all -- that could delight her as much as turning a vampire hunter into what she hated. The sheer chaos and conflict it’d caused... but no, she couldn’t. They’d kill her and she wasn’t near ready to die. “I’ll just have to settle for sucking every... last... drop...” Eloisa shifted so that she was even closer and took one more breath before she sank her fangs in and ripped, the skin tearing so easily and then the hot blood began to sputter, then to gush, and Eloisa clamped on and sucked it in eagerly.
Never was a meal so delicious as when she had tossed it around a bit first. Had anyone ever asked then Eloisa would’ve said that she understood perfectly why cats played with their food before they ate it: that extra rush of adrenaline made the taste oh-so sweet.
Missy thought that the broken wrist had hurt, or the slap or the hurl into the air that had ended with her crashing into the side of the building. Nothing had ever hurt worse than that, but what Eloisa was doing to her neck matched it. It was a hot ripping sensation. Where Missy had been unable to scream before, now she found her voice for a brief moment and she let out a scream louder than any she had ever given before. But it only lasted for a minute - or so it seemed to her, when really it was hardly even fifteen seconds - before it faded away. Everything was fading away, even the pain, and Missy found that to be welcoming. If the pain was gone then that meant that it was over and she never had to feel anything again. No more tearing sensations, no more pain, no more confusion or fear or worry... Blackness was swimming up to welcome her, but at the same time she found herself suddenly unwilling. Kristen? What about her sister? What was going to... the grip that she had on Eloisa’s shirt was weakening and her fingers slipped away, hand thumping to the ground and she did not move it even though she wanted more than anything to press her palm to Eloisa’s face to push her away from her neck. “Stop!” Missy thought she said it, but really no sound came out, her head did not even move and she could feel as her heart raced faster and faster, too fast!, and then as if it knew that it could not stay that way it started to slow... and Missy suddenly cared about nothing. For the first time since she had learned about what her family did, Missy did not care a thing about vampires or even the little sister she had tried to focus her life around. Nothing even mattered.
All that mattered to Eloisa right then was the taste coating her tongue, slipping down her throat and bringing every bit of her back to life. She hadn't gone that long without feeding but it felt like it'd been ages since she'd last fed from someone who'd tried to fight back against her so very hard. She'd have to remember to thank Missy's corpse. Or she could do it now, when there was still that faint heartbeat left beating away inside of her broken little body. Her grip changed to more of a cradle and Eloisa pulled back, the blood that had missed her mouth smeared over her chin and leaking down her throat, no doubt making even more of a mess of her shirt. The rain certainly wasn't helping there. "Thanks for the effort," she said, even her voice sounding sweeter and pleased as she placed a bloody kiss on Missy's wet forehead. The only way this possibly could've been better were if she was an O. Or maybe if... oh! She wanted to bring some back for Valya! "Now don't you go anywhere," Eloisa told the still form with a giggle as she laid her down and bounced up. There'd be a container she could use inside of that house... the Rider hopped up on the porch and broke a window easily, able to go in since it was abandoned. Now hopefully they hadn't taken everything out. She really needed something that would give her a cup-full of blood so that Valya could appreciate this taste. Eloisa paid no attention to anything outside, Missy was as good as dead so she wasn't a threat, and simply focused on finding that cup.
Then she'd finish draining the blood, drag the body out to the street, and take her happy little self home. It'd been such a good night!