Missy Peloe (_inlocalnews) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-03-12 22:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-02, jadyn, missy |
If you could envison the meaning of a tragedy
Who: Jadyn and Missy
Where: Phonelines
When: Early evening
Missy had known that if she did not just let her phone die that she was going to do something stupid. Picking her phone back up when it was half charged and punching in Jadyn's number counted as that stupid thing. True, she had been staring at that number for about five minutes with her thumb just hovering over the little green 'send' button that would actually put the call through... but the point was that she was already partway to calling her and had she not promised herself that she was not going to do that? Not for herself either, no, she insisted that it was for Jadyn's own good that she had not called or texted. Sure, it was driving the other woman insane to not know what was going on with her, but Missy could not see that actually knowing what was happening was going to be any better. All signs pointed to it being far, far, far worse. Seeing her right now was beyond impossible. Missy refused to let herself step out of the room - pretending that she could and that there were not men waiting out there to press her back in - because the scent of fresh blood out there was bringing something out in her that she really hated. How much worse would that be if there was not a door and probably a flight of stairs in the way?
I could never hurt her.
Yeah, how many vampires had thought that same thing? And how many of them had been wrong? Every single bloody one. Missy was positive that if you sat down with every vampire that had ever existed and gone into depth in their history then you would find at least once, probably more, that they had hurt someone. Maybe even someone that they had claimed to care about when they were still alive. Hell, some of them had probably thought that they still cared when they were dead. Nikita... Missy was swearing to herself that she was never going to hurt anyone, most especially not Kristen, but how long could she keep that promise? She was having more than - fuck it, I'm calling. And before her mind could take itself off on yet another tangent, she hit the green button and brought her phone up to her ear.
Three - or was it four? Missy's nerves were so strung that she actually lost count after 'two' - rings later and there was an answer. "Hey," Missy said quietly. Did her voice sound different? It felt a little different, talking with the fangs in her mouth. Maybe she would still sound exactly the same as before though. "I'm really sorry that I missed you all day... my battery died. You okay?"