hearing those words, it makes me weak Who: Nikita and Missy Where: A conversation over the telephone When: Late; Well into the A.M.
Tonight had gone nowhere near as well as she had hoped. It hadn’t even gone at all. Nikita had set her sights on a lovely redhead at a bar. Her choice had been completely by chance; it wasn’t that Zhari -- that had been her name, right? -- wasn’t attractive, she was, but more importantly, she was just there. Nikita was convinced that all it would take was a matter of time and a few sweet words for the proclaimed “straight” woman to wind up going home with her. She had been very wrong. Nikita couldn’t be sure if the woman had helped her to her car or she managed to stumble there herself. She wasn’t even entirely sure how she managed to get up the stairs to the door of her room without falling. All she knew was that she had made it there alone. Gravity took its revenge on her the moment she stepped through the doorway; her ankle rolled off it’s center and Nikita was sent crashing to the ground a hard thump. She should have groaned from how hard she collided with the floor, but instead a roll of laughter erupted from her. Nikita didn’t bother to attempt to stand back on her feet. She rose up on all fours and crawled over to her bed, still giggling like a mad woman the entire way. It took several tries before she was able to pull herself onto the bed, but she managed to take a seat on the very edge. Her upper body swayed back and forth as she looked over the edge and watched her legs swing off the side. When the amusement had worn off, Nikita reached over to her bag and the flask of blood inside. She was well on her way to having a full four pints of blood in her system, a mixture of the stoner elemental blood and the spiked blood Kiara had sold her; to put it in human terms, Nikita was well past “wasted”. Her skin felt like it was on fire and her insides... it was perhaps an unwise decision to take so much siren blood without the guarantee of someone to go home with. Turning the flask up, Nikita flopped backwards on the bed, realizing just how large and empty it was. She reached for her bag again, this time to grab her cell phone. Her contact list was much too large and as she scrolled through them all, she couldn’t help but think that it would do to delete a few of them. Nikita’s hand stopped and she stared hard at the highlighted name she had landed on. I wonder what she’s doing... The thought had barely formed in her mind before Nikita pressed the call button. She put the phone up to her ear, wondering whether or not Missy would answer the phone.
Missy was trying to sleep, she really was, but it was even more difficult that night than most. She wanted to be out hunting, trying to find that red-eyed bitch who had nearly killed Mitzi and put Kristen in such a state of panic that she had needed to take her to the hospital and get her sedated before she hurt herself. With Kristen knocked out upstairs there was no way that she was just going to go out. What if she woke up and needed her? So Missy would have been fine with settling in for the night with a case of beer and a warm blanket, but Jadyn had called... so she had invited the water elemental over and now she was stuck in bed trying to sleep with a fidgety woman next to her. It was almost a relief when her phone went off and Missy snuck out of bed to grab it and leave the room without even looking at the caller id. If someone was going to call her this late then it was likely important after all, so why not just answer it? Maybe it would be her boss and there would be a story she would have to cover right then. Everything would be fine if she left Jadyn at the house with Kristen for a few hours with one asleep and the other drugged unconscious. No fights or anything. Flipping the cover back, Missy put it to her ear after she yawned. “Yeah, what’s up?”
No more than a few seconds had passed since she had dialed Missy's number, but in Nikita's mind, it felt as though she had been laying there for at least an hour or more. By the time that Missy finally answered, she had begun to hum in time with each ring. The fact that the other woman had picked up the phone, let alone the fact that her voice sounded so casual, so empty of hate, startled her. She lay there dumbfounded for a moment before finally laughing, giddy that she hadn't been cursed and hung up on. "Hello," she let the word roll out of her mouth, drawing out the last syllable for her own amusement. "I was just thinking about you." She said the words as though it had been Missy that had called her instead of the other way around. With a soft grunt she pulled herself upward, back into a sitting position so that she could attempt to undo the fastens on her shoes. “Don’t you absolutely hate heels? They hurt like hell, but I’ll be damned if they don’t make your legs look amazing.” Her fingers were fumbling all over the buckle; Nikita couldn’t remember it ever being this hard to take her heels off. “Not that you need them.” Just as the words left her mouth her hand slipped and she almost threw herself into the floor. A snort of laughter erupted from Nikita as she righted herself again.
Wait, wait. What? Missy almost yanked the phone away from her head to stare at the name displayed on the screen to see if it was really... yes, that was Nikita Vostrikova. Calling her in the middle of the night to say hello? And it sounded like she was having a bit of trouble with something. Why the hell is she calling me? Missy could not help herself, she tilted backwards a little to peer in at the sleeping form of Jadyn before she closed the door quietly. “Why were you thinking about me; see a gun that you wanted to use?” No, she could not help herself and she hated herself for it because there was that other, little and hidden part of her that wanted to grin like an idiot and flop down on the couch with her legs kicked up because Nikita had called her and was thinking about her. Instead she leaned back against the wall with one arm folded tightly over her stomach to keep that funny tingling from spreading. And it got just a little bit worse when it was indicated that she did not need heels to make her legs look amazing. “Guess you’ve forgotten that I hardly ever wear heels.” Even at work because she never knew when she might end up needing to chase a vampire down and breaking heels was always disappointing. So she kept a few nice pairs for necessary occasions and when she went out; which did not happen all that much anymore. “Nikita; why are you calling me at this hour?” More importantly, why am I not hanging up?
The words were filtered through her blood-drunk mind to hear that Missy was trying to make some kind of joke. "No! Guns don't make me think of you." Another laugh; she was finding it incredibly hard to keep from laughing. Guns made her think of death, blood, and power -- all things that made happy. When Nikita thought of Missy in that moment not a single thing involving guns came to mind, but that didn't mean that the thoughts made her any less happy. "Do I need a reason to think of you? Isn't it possible that it just happens, without a reason?" She would have continued further in her train of thought, but her shoe thankfully stole all of her attention. Nikita had abandoned all hope of undoing the buckle that kept them on her feet. She was half considering taking a pair of scissors to the strap. It wasn't as though she couldn't afford another pair exactly like them; hell! Nikita could afford five pairs if she so desired. She could even buy Missy a pair if she wanted -- but the blonde reminded her that she hardly wore heels and Nikita was remembered how she rarely spent enough time around the other woman to know. "I wanted to talk to you. Why can't we just talk?" She brought her feet together, rubbing them against each other in an attempt to push one or both of them off; she managed to free her foot from the right heel, but the shoe was still attached by the strap she had failed to remove. The action had exhausted her and so she gave up on the other. "So, what are you doing?" The smile on her face could practically be heard in her voice and once again she drew out the 'o' vowels of her words. Of course Nikita was completely oblivious to the time and despite Missy making mention of it, she was unmoved to care how late it was.
Alright, something was definitely just completely and one hundred percent wrong here. All the laughter added in on top of what Nikita was saying made Missy feel like she was missing out on something. Can vampires get drunk? If they could then she was going to guess that was what had happened to Nikita. If they could not then she was going to need someone to go through all of this with a power-point to explain to her what was happening and, more importantly, why. Guns should make Nikita think of her since they were involved so often. There were so many different things that she could say in answer to why Nikita needed a reason to think of her, and then why they could not ‘just talk’. Because you’re a vampire. Because you didn’t tell me. Because I freaked out and tried to kill you so you tried to kill me back and we’ve not said a polite word to each other since. Only it felt like her throat had locked up. “It’s surprising, that you want to ‘just talk’ to me.” She had to be drunk, or drugged, or dying. Only she was going to doubt the dying because the last time she had checked, dying people did not laugh like that. “I was trying to sleep. It’s not going so well... don’t sleep well. Used to being out.” Jadyn tosses and turns and whimpers sometimes, it breaks my sleep up. Yeah no, talking about Jadyn was a bad idea. She could still remember the idle threat that Nikita had made the last time they saw each other. “Nikita; are you okay? This... this isn’t like you.” Threats were like her. Actually there was a time when she flirted with - stop that!
For the time being, Nikita's mind was clinging to those happy memories they had shared before things went south -- very south. In her current condition, if she began to dwell on the way things were now between her and Missy, her mood would drop and she was having too much fun as it was to allow that to happen; then again, if Missy kept speaking to her that way, it would be impossible for her not to go there. "You could always come over here." Now that had been the siren blood coursing through her veins; well, for the most part. Another quiet chuckle, this one more subdued because of the thoughts that had flooded her mind. She wondered what it would take to convince Missy to come over to her house and then she remembered that seeing her was one of the last things the other woman wanted to do. Still, it couldn't hurt to mention; Missy had certainly surprised her before. "I'm fine, great. Never felt better. Why, what am I usually like?" Had she been in a sober state of mind, Nikita might have asked the question to instigate a fight, but her voice was light, as though she assumed the hunter might actually say something nice about her. Before Missy really had a chance to finish her answer, Nikita cut her off. "Do you still have that pink dress?" It was a completely random and abrupt change of topic, but the transition made perfect sense in her mind. She had started wondering what Missy might say that she was like, which led to her wondering what Missy thought of her, which led her to thinking about what she had thought of Missy the first time they had met, and that thought brought her finally to the stunning pink dress the blonde had been wearing when Nikita first laid eyes on her. She had often wondered if her eyes would have caught Missy if she had been wearing black like all the others; something told her that yes, she most certainly would have.
For the second, or third?, time since she had answered the phone, Missy felt her mind trying to grind to a halt when she heard what Nikita said. ‘Come over’, right, because her going over to Nikita’s house or vice-versa always ended so very well. Had their last conversation involved Nikita idly threatening Jadyn while Missy returned a threat that she would kill her if she touched her, or was she just making that up in her head? Because that was the sort of thing that really did not go well with someone deciding to call up and extend an offer to come over. Unless that offer had grenade pins littered all along the edge, waiting to blow up the moment she stepped foot near it. She would not be surprised. “Why; do you have a net waiting?” Besides, I have Jadyn right in my bed. And Nikita just kept on with these questions and statements that made Missy certain she was not actually fine. Or maybe she thought that she was, but really she was not because she was getting a bad trip off of something. Fine, fine if you want to play this game then I’ll play. Damned if I let you know how much this is upsetting me. As Missy saw it there were two approaches to take here - because the third option of just hanging up the phone was apparently not happening - and she had just chosen the one that was going to act like this was anywhere near the realm of normal. “You’re usually... you. Fierce.” Angry, trigger-happy, violent. Cold and undead. She had more to add, but Nikita cut her off with something surprising yet again. Of course she still had that pink dress. She had only ever owned one and despite everything she had never managed to get rid of it. Once, she had worn it once and that had been enough for her to end up with a vampire. She could remember that night far too clearly. I should have known when she was cold. “Sadly no,” the lie came easily to her tongue though not to her face, which hardly mattered. Nikita was not there. “I gave it to a friend when I left New York. Didn’t think I’d be needing it in a place like this without the big parties. Bit too flashy for a small town reporter, don’t you think?” Why had she felt the need to lie about that? “Pink’s never been my best color.” Hang up the phone.
Nikita's false-detection wasn't always reliable when it came to conversations over the phone. At best she might get a tingle that a lie was being told, but it was barely enough to know for sure. In her current state, the tingle she felt at Missy's words was lost amongst all the other sensations her body was currently feeling. "That's a shame. I always hoped I'd see you in it again." The pout that fell on her face could practically be heard as she spoke. The expression was so unfamiliar to her face that it made the muscles strain despite their numbness. She had never really been a fan of bright colors either, but that particular shade always managed to bring her mind back to Missy and that night; it made her incredibly sad to hear that she had given the dress away, but what could Nikita expect? She should have been happy to hear that Missy hadn't set it on fire. Her entire body began to slump as her mood began dropping lower and lower. Was it something Missy said? Not really; it was only a matter of time before the roller-coaster of emotions that Nikita was riding hit the first slope downward. "Missy--" The phone managed to slip out of her hand the moment she had opened her mouth to speak again. It hit the floor with a thump and Nikita cursed at her clumsiness. She made one attempt to lean forward to pick up the phone, but the change in her center caused her to loose her balance completely. Landing head first in the floor by her phone, Nikita cursed again as she curled into a ball, clutching her head. It certainly didn't hurt as much as it should have, but her emotional state provided her with the beginning of tears that her injury had denied her. A few seconds passed before she reached for the phone again, dragging it over to where her head was lying. "Missy..." her voice was weak, like that of a child. "I wish you didn't think I want you dead."
No, she was not going to say that she wished that Nikita would see her in that dress again. It had attracted her attention once and that could only mean that it might do so again... which may have actually been why it was hanging up in a dress-bag in her closet instead of actually back in New York City. Now that she was thinking about it, maybe she should wear it to that function she had gotten the invitation for that morning. Nikita would not be there, would she? “Yeah, too bad.” She really, really wanted to know why they were doing this. Oh sure, the basis of it was that Nikita had drunk something that she should not have, but why had she needed to go ahead and call her? This only made everything worse. And then there was a clatter in her ear that made her pull the phone away. “Nikita? What happened?” No response came and so she was left wondering, this time for a good reason, if she should just hang up and pretend that this had never happened. It would be easier than listening to thumps and muttered curses while she waited to see if anything else was going to come out of this. Just as she was about to do exactly that, she was sure that there was a case of beer in the fridge that would help make it easier, she heard Nikita come back on the phone with a far too weak voice. One that tugged at heartstrings Missy had done her best to cut. Squeezing her eyes closed she slid down the wall and put her forehead on her knees. “What else am I supposed to think? Don’t you think that I want you dead?” I don’t or you’d be dead. I’m not an awful shot. No, she could not admit that. For all she knew Nikita was just saying that because it would be easier to kill her if she was not waiting for her to do it.
Being curled up in the floor shouldn't have been as comfortable as it was, but Nikita made no motion to move back to the bed. In any case, her current position made it easier to bring her knees to her chest and clutch them for support. She wished she had someone to hold; she wished she had Missy to hold. Her eyes shut tight, squeezing out the tears that had been forming behind her eyes. Nikita despised crying. Not only did it make her feel weak, but it was incredibly messy and unpleasant when you were a vampire. Of course, she could hardly care about that at the moment. "Yes... I know you despise me. I know you want me dead." Usually acknowledging those facts made her angry, which she used as fuel to forget about the hurt it caused, but all her defenses were down and there was nothing to buffer her from the heartache she felt. Nikita and heartache were two things that did not mix well together. "I'm just trying to defend myself." It was a loaded statement that explained everything she had ever done toward Missy. She was going to do more than regret this in the morning. Her tears were falling in full force now and Nikita did little to keep the sob out of her voice. "I wish you could just come over here without thinking I was trying to kill you." Her mind began to imagine a world in which she and Missy had moved to Scarlet Oak together, where the two of them lived together in her large house with Kristen and Silvia. The thought managed to raise her mood ever so slightly, until she remembered that Missy already had someone. Nikita couldn't believe that it was serious; she wouldn't admit to herself that Missy may have moved on. "Are you happy?" Nikita told herself that if the other woman answered yes she would hang up the phone and never bother her again -- she wished she could believe that she was capable of it.
I shouldn’t have answered the phone. I should have just let it ring and stayed in bed where I belong. This isn’t going to make sleeping any easier when I decide to go back to bed. Oh, who was she kidding? There was a snowball’s chance in hell that she was going to take herself back to bed after this. Even if she did then it was very unlikely that she was going to be able to sleep. Nikita was putting too many thoughts in her head. Just Nikita on her own was too many thoughts to have in there at any time. There were too many emotions attached to the vampire and adding all of what she was saying on top of it was just asking for trouble. I do, don’t I? ...no, I just don’t want- Missy could not even finish the troubling thought after Nikita said that she was just defending herself. No, that’s not true, it can’t be. Missy did not want to think about how she had been the one to pull the first gun when she had found out the truth about what Nikita was. The only defense she had was that vampires had killed her family and how could she just accept having that Nikita was one sprung on her? After that she might have been able to, but Nikita had made it clear that she did not forgive. “I...” Missy’s voice caught at a knot in her throat and she squeezed her eyes shut. Nikita wanted her to come over. What other reason was there past wanting her dead? She can’t mean that. Stop that. Stop that right now! Her mind was trying to go to a place where Nikita wanted to see her for the same reasons that she had in New York; because they connected and got along so well. “I wish...” That you weren’t bloody doing this to me. It almost sounded like Nikita was crying. Her voice was close to a whisper when she said, “Please don’t cry.” Nikita crying because of her? That was something she had never imagined happening. “No,” she answered before she could think about it. Nikita was already crying, how much worse than that could anything she said be? “I haven’t been for a long time... are you?”
In all this time Nikita had not once shed a tear over what had happened between her and Missy. Deep down she had always known that she was hurt, that she could have cried if she allowed herself, but for Nikita, anger came more naturally. She could fight Missy, shoot at her, threaten her, and believe that she meant it all, but it wasn't until her defenses were completely down that the truth of her feelings became more apparent. If she had ever dared to cry while she was sober, Missy's plea would have only made her angry; how dare she tell her that when it was her fault Nikita felt this way. But tonight, at this moment, the words comforted her somehow. Her sobs became less audible, but the tears remained free flowing down her face. On the carpet where her head had been laying was a puddle of blood that was beginning to be absorbed into the fibers. It felt cold and moist against her cheek; Nikita didn't like it. She pushed herself up to a sitting position. Her mind wasn't present enough to hold on to the desire to know how Missy was going to finish her sentence, but it did latch on to what she had said last. Should she be happy that Missy wasn't happy? Perhaps, but not for the reasons that she was. Nikita should have been happy because Missy deserved to be unhappy after what she did to her, but instead Nikita was happy because that meant Missy wasn't happy with Jadyn -- she wasn't happy without her. There was no telling whether or not this was the actual case, but she would believe what she wanted. Nikita didn't really have to think about her answer very long. "No. Silvia helps..." a pain in her chest at the mention of the young girl's name. No matter what state she was in, Nikita couldn't forget those things Missy had said to her, or the fact that a part of her agreed. "but I haven't really been happy for a while. Not since New York." The phrase slipped out of her mouth without much opposition from Nikita; she should have put up much more of a fight letting Missy know that. Without much worry for what she had said, Nikita brought her attention to attempting to stand. It was incredibly difficult considering that she only had one shoe on properly. After a few stumbles she found her way over to the bed again. Nikita flopped face down into the pillows and a soft "umph" escaped her. She rolled onto her back, paying no attention to the streaks of blood she had just smeared on the expensive white sheets. "I miss you sometimes." A small smile grew, despite the tears, as though Missy would be happy to hear her words. "Sometimes a lot."
No, it did not feel like an eternity was carrying on while Missy waited for Nikita to say something. Even if it was just a laugh and something about how now she knew something to use against her. Only she did not get that. No, when Nikita finally spoke again she got something else entirely. Missy brought her free hand up to press against the side of her head, not at all surprised at the tears that were forming and dripping down on her her knees. Is that a good thing? Missy had no idea if it did. Once again her emotions were doing their best to tangle themselves up and she had no idea of what she was feeling, what she was supposed to feel... none of it. She had convinced herself that none of this was supposed to be happening and yet it was. “New York... I liked New York. Everything was nice there.” Not everything. The crime had not been nice and how it ended had been very not nice, but the job had been good. Those times after she met Nikita and before she had discovered she was a vampire had really been the best in her life since her family had been killed. Once again there were noises coming from the other end of the phone that confused Missy, but they were easier to deal with than when Nikita was actually saying things. Though eventually she did end up talking again and Missy bit at her lip. If she wanted then there were two ways she could take that statement - Nikita had definitely missed her when she was shooting at her; and she missed her. Did she really say that? Did she really mean that? Nikita misses me... Was that her heart suddenly beating far too hard or had it stopped entirely? Something somewhere had definitely started aching. “I... I miss you too, Nikita.” Please let whatever is affecting her carry over into the morning so that she never remembers I said that. “But, I don’t know... Nikita, is this why you called me? To tell me you miss me?”
Did it make Nikita feel good to hear that Missy missed her? Yes. Hell yes. No, in that moment, it didn't matter to her that it was the other woman's fault that they weren't together or that she would never forgive her; all that mattered to her was to know that she wasn't alone in her feelings. She felt warm in a way that had nothing to do with the fire elemental coursing through her veins. Nikita rolled over onto her side and reached for one of her pillows. She gripped it tight to her chest and bent her head down to rest on the corner that was left over. It was so hard to ignore the pulse that was going through her entire body, centering in her lower half; it had gotten worse from the moment that Missy admitted to liking New York and certain memories were brought to Nikita's mind. How much damage could one night really do if the other woman came over, like Nikita wanted? "I called you because I wanted to know what you were doing. I told you that already, darling." The term of endearment found it's way into the sentence without Nikita realizing. She truly didn't mean anything by it. Had this been any other conversation that had taken place a few days prior, Nikita might have used the word as a sarcastic jab against the other woman, but her tone held no contempt, much as it had not throughout the entire conversation. If felt nice to talk to Missy this way, a thought she decided to share with the other woman. "I like talking to you like this. We should talk like this more often." Her clouded mind was beginning to go into a loop of thought. She snuggled in tighter into her pillow. Day break was still a ways off, but Nikita was feeling more tired by the minute -- it had to be the effects of the blood. "Did you know vampires dream?" Her voice held a lazy tone to it. "Sometimes I dream of home, Russia, or Katia -- she had blonde hair like yours -- but I never dream of them as much as I dream of you." Nikita had never admitted that out-loud to anyone before; she had never wanted anyone to know it.
Missy did not want to think in any sort of detail about New York. Not about that party she had gone to in the penthouse with the beautiful view of the city where she had been charmed by a Russian with turquoise eyes. Not about the date at a classy music club that had ended with her going back to said Russian’s place. Not about all of the feelings and hopes that she had had or that it was still the only relationship that had left her feeling broken when it was over. She most definitely did not want to think about the desire tickling the back of her mind to see what would happen if she went over. Because she was not going to do that; she could not leave Jadyn and Kristen alone. What would she tell either of them if they knew she was gone? “If you just called for that then you could’ve hung up what, ten minutes ago?, after I told you.” Yet they were still talking. About what would sound like nothing should anyone else have decided to listen to, but meant far more than that. Every time that Nikita admitted to liking things about her it felt like her heart was going to beat its way right out of her chest. And at the same time it was like her mind was trying to tear itself in half. “I knew you dreamed... I asked you once, what you’d dreamed about.” Did that mean that she had thought that all vampires dreamt? No, no it did not. God, she dreams of me. “I...” That lump in her throat came back and she had to clear her throat before she could continue, a little strain evident in her voice, which sounded small to her ears. “You really dream about me? What about?” No, she was not going to admit that a solid contributor to the reason why she slept so awfully were those dreams about Nikita. She was not going to - “When I’m not having nightmares, I dream of you.” What had she just told herself?
That line of thought didn't seem to make sense to Nikita at the moment. Hang up? Why would she? If she had hung up the moment she received her answer she wouldn't have discovered all these wonderful things that Missy was saying; all these things that were making her feel better than she had felt in... days? No, years. "It's different every time. Sometimes its just you, dressed in something beautiful. Sometimes its just us in a house together and we're happy." Nikita bit her lip, pushing the pillow from her chest down between her legs. "Sometimes it's just you, me, and a bed." Blame it on the siren blood that compelled her to say such things. She gave a soft playful chuckle, one that was entirely out of place considering the current standing of things between the two of them. Nikita wasn't thinking about the nightmares she had where Missy hunted her down and killed her. Such thoughts had no place in her mind at the moment. The only things that Nikita wanted to think about was the blonde and how beautiful she was -- especially in her bed. "You mean I'm not a nightmare?' The tears had long since stopped by now. Nikita reached up to wipe the wetness off her face as her smile widened. "Are they good dreams? The ones you have of me?" She should have been able to hear in Missy's voice that their conversation was upsetting to her, she would have under normal circumstances; in her current state, Nikita was convinced that this was one of the best conversations they had had in a while. She missed her, she dreamed of her. "Why are you even with that girl?" Nikita was referring of course to Jadyn. She meant the question to suggest that Missy should be with her instead, but it was a little difficult to infer as much from the way she asked.
These were not the sort of things that Missy needed to be hearing. Nothing that Nikita had said since she answered that phone were things that she needed to hear. Did she want to? Part of her said yes and part of her said no, so that was an even split, but the point was that she did not need to. Hearing them obviously made her feel as though she could say things back that she never would have otherwise. In normal circumstances she would never have told Nikita that she missed her, much less that the vampire made her way into her dreams. Nightmares and the few good dreams that she had as well. Missy pressed the back of her head against the wall behind her when Nikita said that it was sometimes them and a bed. She knew what sort of dreams those probably were because she had had them as well. It was hard to do what she did and raise Kristen on top of it, it was not really that often that she had someone to share her bed with who was not a scared little girl. She got lonely. “Sometimes... I don’t often have good dreams, but when I do and you’re there... yes, they’re good dreams. Of New York.” Sometimes, recently usually, they were dreams that had Nikita here in Scarlet Oak with her. Instead of just shooting at her in an abandoned backroom. That question made her pause. “Because...” There was no reason that she had to answer Nikita. She did not have to tell her a single thing if she did not want to, not a single one. Yet she could tell that she was going to anyway. “She’s had a hard life; she needs me. She’s all... broken and... she’s there.” Jadyn was also beautiful and sweet, when she was not having one of her moments, but Missy did not need to say that. Nikita had started to cry so easily before that she was not willing to risk making her do such again just by carrying on about the water elemental fast asleep in the room. “Aren’t you with someone?” Say no.
"You make her sound like a piece of furniture." Nikita said with a snort of laughter. It wasn't that she was mocking Missy and the way she described Jadyn -- okay, yes, she was in a way, but the malicious intent behind her words was directed at her "girlfriend" alone. She was beyond happy to hear Missy not begin to gush endlessly over her new relationship. "I could be there for you." The words came out barely above a whisper as Nikita clutched the pillow tighter. She was suddenly all to aware once more how empty her bed was. It had been a long time since someone had joined her here; she wasn't ashamed to admit how long it had been, it was by her own choice. Letting her guard down was even harder than it had initially been, if she even could let it down again. "I have been with others, but no one serious. Not since you." To live as long as she had, Nikita had only had three serious relationships. There was her husband, Katia, and then, of course, Missy. Each one had impacted her life in monumental ways, but neither Leov nor her sire managed to make her feel the way the hunter did. There had never been a doubt in Nikita's mind that she felt this way, even when she was at her angriest with Missy, but it was hard to admit the truth to herself -- at least it was when she was sober. "Do you love her?" The sound of Nikita holding the breath she didn't have was almost audible. Her gut told her that she would hate the answer she received and she told herself she could handle it, despite the fact that another wave of tears were a breath away at the thought.
Piece of furniture? Missy bit her lip, frowning a little at the idea of having described Jadyn like furniture. “No... she makes furniture, though. She-” And Missy’s voice cut off when she heard that whisper about how Nikita could be there for her. This time it was her who fumbled with the phone, managing to catch it before it hit the ground, but only barely. And while she was at it she slid down until her back was resting on the ground, top of her head pressed to the wall. Nikita kept making it worse. There’s no one else. No one serious since me. There was a little flash of heat inside her chest, right around her heart, at learning these things. “Nikita... I....” Missy felt like the knot was climbing in her throat and she could not swallow it away this time, there were even tears gathering behind her eyes. “No. I think I could in ti-” Her voice cut off when she heard a scream. Instantly she was on her feet, phone still in her hand as she darted up the stairs to Kristen’s room. Her little sister was still asleep and it had only been a single scream, but she could see the tears on her cheeks. “Kristen... I’m sorry, Nikita, but I have to go. Kris had a really bad day and she needs me. We’ll talk later?” Which was something she doubted would happen, but as she finished saying it Kristen woke up and looked at her through teary eyes and reached for her. “I lov-... bye, Nikita.” And she closed the phone as she wrapped Kristen up in a soothing hug and let her own tears fall.
Nikita barely had a moment to realize what was happening before Missy said goodbye and hung up the phone. It was all over so quickly that her drugged brain could barely process it all. There had been mention of Kirsten and then when she had ended the conversation, did she...? No... Nikita wasn’t sure. She wasn’t sure of anything really, save for the fact that her bed was still empty; Missy wasn’t coming over and that made her incredibly sad. She hugged the pillow as though it were the person she wished was in bed with her and silently cried herself to sleep.