Like usually happened with new people, the first thing that Missy's whirling mind did was take in this Valya's height. Tall, but still a little shorter than her, and not at all bigger. But there was a feeling rolling off her that seemed almost stronger than the one that had come off of Eloisa. Without being told, Missy knew that this Valya was old. Very old and unlike with old humans that did not make her weak; it made her strong. Too strong. I've walked into someplace I could very well never come out of. Her hand almost went to her neck when her necklace was mentioned and she swallowed hard, feeling a flicker of something other than fear in her stomach. good, if she got any more freaked then she was going to lose what little blood she had left in her stomach. "I did, and I didn't wear gloves." Her hands had little red lines on them from the effort of it too. She would have worn gloves, but she actually thought that she deserved the pain. That's just not right. Eloisa, who Missy was rightfully terrified of, was going over to this Valya and kissing her on the cheek? Talking to her sweetly? Eloisa knew how to behave that way? The universe should rebel against such a thing.
Missy felt like she was five again and in a room with her parents while they talked about something that had happened at school; they were talking about her so that she could hear but were also quite deliberately not talking to her. If she responded then she would get told to hush, they were not speaking to her. Valya was not speaking to her. As much as that irritated her, and it was such a relief to feel irritation trying to compete with the fear, Missy was not going to interrupt. She would not. She would stand there and 'mind her manners with Valya' and the first chance that she thought was good enough, she was going to leave. And get a whole ten yards before Eloisa brings me down. Missy was fast, faster now than before, but she remembered how quick and strong Eloisa was. If she could have seen their fight from the outside she likely would have compared the red-eyed vampire to a tiger taking down its kill. She killed me. "Her name's Nikita... and I thought it was 'those living for death will die by their own hand'." Her stomach twisted at saying it, but she managed to keep her eyes on Eloisa and Valya. "She's not taking care of Kristen." Missy's voice had taken on a tight edge and she had straightened, hand going towards her back before she realized that there was nothing there. "And she won't." That irritation was growing and her fingers had curled into fists that she knew she would never even be able to use. Eloisa could break her in half again and this vampire with the black eyes... if Eloisa was so sweet and pleasant towards her then she had to be every bit as dangerous. Missy could not trust those shark-eyes. Her fangs nearly pierced her lips when she bit at it, a question hovering on her lips when she saw them whispering. "Are you Eloisa's sire, Valya?" It could explain why she acted like this towards her. Missy refused to believe that someone as awful as Eloisa could love someone.