Missy Peloe (_inlocalnews) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-03-12 02:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | #solo, 2009-09-02, missy |
Find yourself lost inside of the chaos
Who: Missy
Where: Nikita's home
When: Somewhere around five p.m.
There were people standing outside the door. Not just people either - they were vampires and they probably had guns if her experience with the kind of goons that Nikita lugged around was at all telling. And more than that, there were people - well, vampires - outside. She had looked out there and through the rain she could make out distinct outlines of people. Probably just like the ones stood outside the door with the same orders: keep Missy in that room. She could - and had - scream her lungs out and the orders did not change. They were probably deliberately speaking in Russian to piss her off on top of it. Like things were not bad enough already.
Actually, there were not words to describe how bad things were right now. Missy had tried to find them and, for someone who relied on the English language to describe everything there was and make a living off it, she was amazed that there was not a single sentence that could sum her up. 'Fucked' was pretty good in the single word department. It was when she tried to find a sentence that she got stuck; not because of a lack of words, but rather because shoving every curse word in the book together did not actually make a sentence that made sense. And she was trying to stay focused on that because it would keep her from turning and looking at her phone. The battery was nearly dead and she was not going to plug it in. That would just encourage it to live for longer and Missy was seriously unsure at this point that she wanted that to happen. If it continued to go off then she was going to have to keep reading the messages that were being sent to her from people who were worried. Like Jon who wanted to know why she had not even called in, or Kristen who just wanted to know what was going on, or Jadyn... oh god, Jadyn.
Missy rolled over onto her stomach and pressed her face into the blood-stained pillow at the thought of the woman. Jadyn was terrified of vampires and Missy had promised that she would keep her safe from them. More than that, she had promised her just last night that she was going to be alright and would come to see her today. None of that had happened. Instead Missy was stretched out on this bed, dressed in clothes that were not hers in a body that should not even be hers either. There was no heart beating to push blood through her veins and there was not a bit of heat radiating off of her skin. What would Jadyn think? All that Missy could do was remember the last time that she had seen the other woman; how fragile and delicate she had seemed... it had been more comforting than she could say to so something so simple as hold her. She had been a little cooler than Missy, but now? Now she would be so much warmer... wait, would it matter? Missy was almost positive that vampires could not even feel heat. That would explain why when she had woken up she had not wrapped herself up in blankets like she usually did even on the warmest nights. That or because I was busy dying.
Dying had taken up quite a bit of her attention.
Shoving herself up off the bed, Missy stalked over to the mirror and peered at herself. She did not look like someone who had just died. There was only one mar on the outside of her skin and that was actually two; puncture wounds where Eloisa's fangs had torn through. If rumor was to be believed then she would keep those for the rest of her life. Unlife. Unless she was suddenly brave like Marianne and found a sword to - stop thinking that! Kristen! Think about Kristen! With hands that shook more than they ever had, Missy lifted her upper lip, a sickening pulse beating through her body when she saw two sharp teeth where her regular canines had been not so long ago. Fangs. Two fangs just like Eloisa, just like Nikita, just like every vampire that she had ever killed. Now she had them. And what was she supposed to do with them?
"Bite people," Missy informed her reflection bitterly, flicking one of the fangs with a finger. It felt the same as any other tooth. Only it was far from the same. Humans did not have teeth like that because they had no need of them. Vampires did so that they could feed on their victims, they were undoubtedly the teeth of a predator. "Because that's what a vampire is." She could say these things; that fangs were for biting and that these teeth belonged to a vampire, but she could not get herself to say that she had fangs and that she was a vampire. Those words had not been said and there was a very good reason for it. Missy could not actually think of herself in that way without fully admitting that it had happened. Nor could she admit that she was starving because that would mean admitting how very appetizing that blood smelled. What blood? The opened bag of it that had been set in a little dish of ice along with a filled glass. Missy did not know when exactly it had been brought into the room, but it had been there since she woke up. And it smelled...
The scent of blood had always been one that Missy could have recognized anywhere. But before it had been... distinctly different. It had smelled like blood was supposed to - sort of tangy with a coppery overlay and her eyes had never been continually drawn back to the source. No matter where she stood in this room, including in the bathroom with the door shut and her eyes closed, she could still smell the blood. If it had been the same as it always was then she could have ignored it, but the scent was assaulting her senses. Missy was one of those people who had never really had a favorite meal, there was not a scent that made her drool or her stomach ache with a need to eat right then, yet the smell of that blood in the cup and bag was producing that. All that she wanted to do was pick the glass up, drain it, then pour more in and do the same. It would taste better if it was coming straight from the- "Stop that!" Yes, she was shouting at herself, and if the men outside of the door wanted to think that she was insane because of it then she gave no damns whatsoever.
She was already dead so what did it matter what anyone thought?
Missy let go of her lip and glared at her reflection in the mirror. Before she could even think it through her hand curled into a fist and flashed out, faster than it would have a day ago, and the mirror shattered around her fist. Pain laced up along her hand and wrist, bright red blood leaking out from where the glass had pierced, but that blood hardly mattered. It's already dead. It did not smell the same as what was in the glass. And I bet it's B+ fae. Just like me. Nikita would do that. Nikita would know that about her without even being told. Just like she had known where Missy was going to be and had decided that she was going to be there; Kristen telling her be damned. She should not...
Again, Missy stopped herself from completing that thought. Instead she methodically picked out the shards of glass that had lodged in her hand and pressed it against her middle, mindless of the blood it was adding to the shirt that was not even hers. The harder that she tried to push away thoughts of that blood in the glass the more she noticed it. That there was a dull, but steadily growing, pounding in the back of her head helped not at all. She knew what that ache was from: a lack of caffeine. But what was she supposed to do to fix that? Downing a cup of coffee was not going to help, she knew that much. What she wanted to do was ask if there was a way to help with pain in this state, but like hell she was going to ask the guys outside the door and she did not want to ask Nikita either. Which meant that she was going to have to put up with it on top of everything else.
Just drink the blood.
The blonde stopped, having not even realized that she had begun to cross the room towards where the blood was sitting. There was no one else in the room who could have said that. The voice was inside of her own head and it was urging her to drink. "I'm not that hungry," Missy informed herself. "And if I was then it'd be for a steak or a salad or something that was food."
That is food now. That's the only food.
Missy shook her head, fighting against the desire to take another step forward. "No it's not."
Then why does it smell so good? You know that you want it. A step. It's the only food that matters, all that will taste good. One more. It'll help heal those cuts on your hand. You don't have to worry about silly little wounds anymore.
"I don't need to drink that."
You do! You can feel how weak you are right now without it. Just drink it and you'll be able to do anything. You've seen how strong they are. An image flashed through her mind of herself being hurled through the air like she was nothing more than a ragdoll who would - and did - break on impact.
Ching!
The sound of her phone going off, yet again, cut off Missy's thoughts. Now seemed as good a time as any to actually check them instead of going to war with herself over whether or not she needed to 'eat'. So the blonde moved over and picked up her phone, truly shocked when she saw how many texts, missed calls and voicemails she had. For a moment she debated between checking them all and decided at last that she would. Now under normal circumstances she would have been more than a little weirded out by how many texts and messages Jadyn had left, but today? She understood. Especially since she had promise the woman just the night before that she would stop by and check up on her for no reason other than she could. And to say hi because really... it was always nice to see Jadyn even if she ended up crying on her shoulder. She wished more than anything that she could have gone and seen her today. That everything had stayed the same and she was still the exact same Missy who had sent all those texts the night before. The Missy that Jadyn would not hate with every fiber of her being.
Because Jadyn hated vampires.
Slowly, Missy set the phone back down and turned away from it, wrapping her eyes around herself like that would help to ward off the chill she was not really feeling. Tears were stinging at her eyes and starting to roll down her cheeks; thicker than they had any right to be and she knew without even looking at the shattered mirror that they were as red as the blood that had been coming from her already-healing wounded hand.
Missy cleared her throat and walked across the room to pick up the glass of blood, swirling it a little and ignoring the sick twist to her stomach that came more because she felt a kick of thirst than for any other reason. "Vampires drink blood," she informed the empty room, wondering briefly if the men outside were listening to a thing that she said. She hoped that they were and that they would tell Nikita. In a few moments she intended on having an outburst that would curse the Russian vampire to the sun and back again before she began to systematically destroy everything that was in the room and breakable; let them go and tell her that. A ghost of a smile flitted across her lips before she realized that she had the rim of the glass not even an inch from her lips. Missy closed her eyes and tipped her head back along with the glass, swallowing the thick liquid as quickly as she could. Then, because she might as well, she picked up the bag and squeezed every last drop of that into her mouth as well.
She refused to think about the taste or the way that she felt better already. Dropping the glass and the bag to the floor, once again not caring a bit about the mess, Missy slumped to the floor and wrapped her arms around her knees. It was almost as though she could feel the blood at work in her body and she imagined that if she were to lift her hand up and look at her fist She had gone from being someone who needed a white witch to help her get over a gunshot wound to being this thing that healed faster than it had any right to.
Distantly she smelled something that she knew immediately and her head perked up for a moment before she forced herself to lower it again. Kristen... Yes, that was the scent of her sister. Her sister was somewhere in the house along with something that smelled rather cat-like. Silvia. Two living, breathing things and all that Missy could think about was how they smelled. Unlike the blood that she had just drank they were full of hot blood rushing through their veins with every beat of their - "STOP IT!" Missy clapped her hands to the side of her head and pressed together hard, as though she could force out the imagined sound, but there was nothing that she could do for the smell. It was a delicious smell. Was this what vampires felt like when they let themselves wander out among the living? How could they do it? They can't, they can't, they're monsters! Dark and twisted beings who could not understand what anything really felt like because... because why? Missy's still heart gave a painful twist. All vampires? "Marianne took a blade to her neck rather than let herself stay that way." Marianne had not been thinking about Kristen. Kristen who smelled like a live version of what Missy had just drank... No, no she needed to stop thinking about that. Anything else would work. "Think about something else, Melissa Faith Peloe. Think!"
Either of her parents would have gone out and fallen on a silver stake or put a silver bullet in their brain by now.
They had been so much more deserving of life than Missy believed herself to be.
Jadyn hates vampires. As much as Missy herself did? Was that possible? Vampires had changed her entire family, then vampires had killed her family and now vampires had taken one of the very few things that the Australian had had left for herself. Now what did she have? Kristen. That was it, she had Kristen and absolutely no choice to do anything but protect her at all costs. From everything that the world had in it. Including me. Missy rested her chin on her knee, eyes blank as she peered at the wall.
"Because I'm a vampire."
As if a switch had been thrown, Missy flew to her feet with a strangled scream that was oddly reminiscent of the one she had let out before reaching for Nikita's hand the night before. And, while during the rest of the day she had been keeping herself held together by just a thread of sanity, Missy lost all of her control. She screamed and cursed her way around the room and on the second go she started to tear things off the wall, off the bed... from the outside it no doubt would have sounded like someone was fighting with another person in there but it was only just her trying her best to leave this room in as much of a shambles as she felt she had been left in.
And, really, she had not even accepted that she was actually a vampire yet. She had only just managed to call herself one.
God probably did not even know what would happen if she ever accepted it.