Really, there was nothing left to break and it was that more than anything else that had led to Missy settling in the middle of the bed with her knees drawn up to her chest, chin tucked against the top of one while she stared blankly at the wall. What she wanted to do was reach up and toy with her necklace, an old habit, but the slight pain on her hand reminded her that she could not do that anymore. It had taken far too much effort just to get it on and if not for the turtleneck sweater that someone had thought to bring with a few other outfits of hers then she would not have been able to wear it at all. Her favorite necklace, an heirloom that she had gotten from her mother when she was eighteen and ready to leave for university, and wearing it against her bare skin would hurt as bad as fire because it was made of silver. Perhaps I should give it to Kristen... If Kristen would take anything from her. The little girl had not taken the news well, as if Missy could blame her, and she did not think that she would be surprised to learn that Kristen wanted nothing to do with her. First she told her that vampires were the enemy and needed to be cleansed off the earth and then she became one... if ever she had sent mixed signals of any kind to a person then surely it was then with her sister.
And she was beyond sorry for it.
Missy had not drank any of the blood that she had been given today and she had no intention of doing so. Maybe if she just starved herself then she would be able to drift off to a place where no one else would hurt because of her. Not Kristen, not Jadyn... Jadyn. Just the thought of the water elemental was enough to make her heart ache and she had reached out for her phone at the same moment that a knock sounded on the door. Missy froze and her eyes narrowed on the door when she realized that she could smell Nikita. And then she could hear her. If only I hadn't already broken everything then I'd have things left to throw at you... Somewhere, Missy actually felt a pang of guilt for having done that, but it was buried underneath an avalanche of other feelings that came rushing to the surface when Nikita stepped into the room. Nikita who she had not seen since the night when it had happened. Nikita who had been keeping her shut up in this place like she was a dangerous beast. Which I am. That thought hurt too. "And what do you need to say?" Missy asked, her voice strained. "That you're going to keep me locked up here when I didn't do a thing wrong? You did though. I wonder if it'd count as murder if I went to the police and told them that a vamp turned me against my will." She did not mean it, of course, she would never go to the police... but still. "And then kept me locked up for good measure. Good times, Nikita, you really know how to treat a girl."