...have I confused you yet? Who: Missy Where: Nikita's place When: Around four a.m.
Missy had been sitting in the room that had been set aside as 'hers' for awhile now. The only thing that stopped it from being a flashback to her days as an occasionally moody teenager sulking because she had been left behind on the family hunt of the week was the lack of music. Now had she had a CD player or even speakers to attach her iPod to then it might have been the same. Except she was older. And the room was bigger and nicer. Oh, right, and there was the really big difference with the whole 'I'm a vampire' part. It had been a week and a day since Missy's life had changed into an unlife and she was no closer to being okay with it now than she had been then before. Sure, she could take the blood and swallow it without feeling like she was going to gag it back up on the spot because it was blood, but it was still blood. Those were still fangs inside of her mouth and her heart was still far too still inside of her chest. What would happen if someone took it out now? It doesn't beat, it doesn't push the blood through my veins, why do we need them? Good question. Missy was going to have to put it to Nikita or Cheyenne the next time that she remembered. Which one of them would it be easier to give that question to? Probably Cheyenne just because she would not have to put up with that look that Nikita was so damn good at giving her.
"Why do I even care?" And no, Missy was not talking to herself. She was talking to the bouquet of flowers sitting on her bed that she had gone out and bought before all of the stores closed. The rain had hardly even bothered her. It had actually been pretty nice to go out and just get soaked without being bothered by the chill or humidity or whatever it was that was hanging in the air. She remembered a time when she had been a teenager back in Australia, complaining as she stretched out in a shallow stream about how godforsaken hot it was. Back then she would have been happy to not feel any sort of temperature too. Now... Missy hated to do it, but she loved it now too. She would have just preferred it if she had not needed to be dead for it to happen.
"I don't care." The flowers just sat there not moving, as flowers were wont to do. Missy reached over and pinched the petals of one, feeling an odd flash of satisfaction when she felt the delicate thing crush. These flowers were the mirror image of the ones that she had been given on the side of a busy New York city street over two years ago. The only difference was that they were in a vase instead of wrapped with tissue paper. And one of the flowers now looked like it did not belong in any bouquet. The one a few stems over was about to look like it needed to be removed too, if the way that Missy was picking at the petals was any indication. "Why did I even get these?" Her eyes narrowed as she rolled onto her stomach and stared up at the ceiling like it was going to give her an answer. It had been an impulse, there was no denying that, she had seen them sitting in the window and they had reminded her so much of the flowers she had been given once upon a time that she had practically needed to go through with buying them. Now she was laying on her bed with them resting a little higher up. One of those little notes that they offered right along with them was even stuck in and she had, in a fit of what she now believed to be pure insanity, written a simple 'thank you' on it before adding her name.
It could be written off as just being grateful for being allowed to stay here. Missy had a place to sleep and access to all the blood that she needed without needing to pay a thing. Except my soul because that already got dragged out of me. Right, so except for the soul that had been given up - because that was one of the things her father had told her about vampires, they had no souls - she did not need to pay anything to stay here or get fed. Which was doubly good since she had yet to go back to work. As soon as she was sure that she would be able to control that thirst for blood then she was going to be back and doing just fine. Sure, now she was a soul-less, blood-sucking monster who was pretending to be one sort of vampire because being the other sort would get her and Nikita killed for a second time... but she could still do the news just fine. That was a skill she had honed and she would be just as good as it now as she had been before. It was such a good thing that she had not decided to be a doctor or worse, one of those people who dealt specifically with blood. That would have been terrible now.
Although really? Missy doubted that anything could make this better. Not even a job as a tech nerd who sat in a dark basement or wherever all day.
Realistically she knew that she could just toss these flowers in the trash and then no one would ever have to know that she had bought them. Except for her. Or Nikita if she had someone who reported back to her anything they found in the trash. Which was weird, yes, but Missy was in a mood where it was easy for her to imagine the other vampire knowing every detail about everything that happened in her house just because she could. So if that was the case then it would either be better to keep them in here with her until they died or just... give them to her. A written thank you was a thousand times easier than a spoken one and Missy would be willing to bet that Nikita would never say anything about it to her. That conversation would be just as awkward for both of them and while Nikita may enjoy making Missy feel ill at ease she had never pegged the Russian for someone who enjoyed making herself awkward. So she could just slip into that office of hers, leave the flowers there and then come back here and act like not a thing had happened. If Nikita asked she would admit to it, but Nikita would never ask and Missy would never have to answer. Better yet, she would never have to hear Nikita remark on what these flowers matched.
If she even remembers. There was a touch more bitterness to those thoughts than Missy had expected and she blinked at her reflection in the mirror over the dresser as she sat up. Shaking the feeling of unease that followed the bitterness she reached back to grab the vase and rose to her feet. It was late enough that Nikita should be somewhere other than her office, but when Missy reached the appropriate door she still stopped and listened. What exactly she was listening for she was unsure, since the vampire did not have a heartbeat or breath to give away her presence. Scent... A deep breath revealed Nikita's scent was thick in the area, but it was not fresh. Hopefully that meant Nikita was not there... carefully, Missy opened the door and peeked her head in. Good, it was empty.
It did not even take a minute for Missy to place the vase on the desk before she left and returned to her own room. Getting caught leaving the flowers there really would make everything awkward and she would rather wallow on her own than get caught up in a conversation that would probably turn into an argument. Because really? Any conversation she had with Nikita was bound to turn into exactly that at some point these days. ...sadly that was an improvement from before when they had just shot at each other.