Hard to find the reasons - who can see the rhyme? Who: Missy and Nikita Where: Outside the hotel party When: Evening
The biggest problem with dressing up for parties like this was that it was nowhere near as comfortable as it should have been. Missy had only worn this dress one other time and up until now it had not drawn quite the same attention that she was aware of. Oh she had chatted here and there, most notably with Amanda Calvert, but no one had admired it as openly as a certain turquoise-eyed woman - vampire - had just over two years ago. 'My my, aren't you the colorful lady this evening?' Missy swore that she could actually hear Nikita saying that to her again and she thought that she was imagining things at first when she caught sight of the vampire through the crowd. Very few things in the world could worry Missy, or make her uncomfortable, but at that moment she felt her heart try to leap out of her chest and she was moving for the nearest exist before she even registered that she was moving. Not only had she just heard a repeat of the very first thing that the vampire had ever said to her, but now there were those memories from that very confusing and very unexpected phonecall that had come only the other night. Then the texts that had come the next day to completely negate all of it. Now Missy could handle a fair bit. More than most people. She had survived her family being slaughtered along with moving to a new country and raising her little sister, who had a thing for getting into messes. But this? This was just a little bit too much for her to take in that very moment. She did not want to see Nikita. She did not want to have to pretend at civility with the vampire for the sake of appearances because they were at some big party. Missy did not want to have to feel that familiar need to pull the gun out from where she had hidden it so that she could just shoot the vampire and get it over with even though she knew that she would not actually shoot her.
Pushing open the door, Missy stepped outside with a relieved sigh. Even better, there was a covering to stand under. It did not allow her room to pace like she wanted to so badly, but at least she could step away from the door and lean back against the wall. If it would not have ruined the dress then she would have just gone the rest of the way out and stayed there until she knew that she could walk back inside without turning around. Too bad that her boss had encouraged her to come to this and would know if she left, or else she would do that. Then she could make sure that Kristen was okay and relieve the baby-sitter before the sun came up. Then she could be safely away from Nikita and whatever... no, she did not know where that thought was trying to go. Fingers threaded through her hair and she pulled out the silver and blue hair pin that Kristen had given to her that same night she had worn this dress the first time. A wry smile twisted her mouth as she played with it, enjoying the glint of the light from the inside off of it, before she slid it back in to keep her hair off her face. Reaching into her dress, because she had neglected to bring a purse, Missy pulled out her mobile. Before she even realized what she was doing she had scrolled to her own messages and found the ones from the previous day. Nikita. Reading them caused a familiar little stab of anger and she forced herself to read them several times so that the only emotions she had regarding that vampire were the negative ones. That was all that she had for her at all. Nothing else was there
Missy slid her phone away and curled her fingers into fists, feeling her nails dig into the old scars that had been put there years ago. Before Nikita. When everything had gone wrong. It wouldn't have been different if I knew her. I've been over this. Her mood was a delicate balance, shifting between the steady plane she had stood on when she was speaking to Amanda and a wildly erratic place where she slipped whenever Nikita was brought up. A place that should never have existed. Nikita should have never had any sort of a place in her life... I don't mean that. Oh yes, yes I do! Her eyes closed and she leaned the back of her head against the solid wall. 'I miss you sometimes.' "She's a vampire!" Missy rubbed her fingers against her eyes and sighed again. Jadyn was still inside of the party and though she had been positioned very far from the vampires, Missy knew that she needed to go back in and check on her before she thought that she had been forgotten. She was going to ignore the sick, twisting feeling in her stomach that reminded her of what she had said about the elemental the other night. She just had to push herself off the wall... she had to go inside and look for Jadyn... that was all she needed to do... so why was it so hard to get herself to do it? Because Nikita's still in there.