i am the white in the walls that soak up all the sound Who: Kristen and Nikita When: Late at night Where: Nikita's
Kristen didn't like going to sleep right now because the dreams were waiting for her. Sometimes she slept just like a regular kid, but sometimes she didn't. Those times were a lot more frequent now that Missy had been changed and they'd moved in with Nikita. It was almost like a switch had been thrown in her brain and she wasn't able to make it stop. Lately she'd been dreaming a lot about Nikita. She'd also been avoiding Nikita. Did the two go together? She didn't really know, but she thought that maybe they did. Once she'd heard someone talking and they'd said that a guilty Jiminey Cricket -- they hadn't said that, but Kristen couldn't remember the word they had used but this one seemed right -- could make you dream about it. Did she feel guilty about something with Nikita? Yes, Kristen realized as she sat up in the bed that still felt strange, rubbing at her sleepy eyes while she swung her legs out and then instantly drew them back. Her nightlight was glowing brightly but that part of the floor was dark and Kristen didn't like the dark. Every night she needed to have Missy tuck her in and kiss her on the forehead before checking for monsters and telling her it was safe. Every night.
"But she doesn't now," Kristen realized aloud, staring at the dark patch of the floor. Missy hadn't checked for monsters since That Night and no monster had come for her. Did that mean they weren't there? But they are. Missy said vampires are bad and no good and... Kristen bit her lip until it hurt and let herself step onto the floor. For a moment she stood still, holding her breath and waiting, but nothing came for her so she darted to and opened the door. It was a bit lighter in the hall, but still not light enough, and Kristen stayed close to the wall until she reached the stairs and then she made her way down. She hoped that she hadn't woken Silvia up, or that Missy didn't hear her. Kristen didn't want to see her sister and she didn't think that Missy wanted to see her either. In her ten-year-old logic she'd decided that if Missy didn't come looking for her then she shouldn't go looking either. Why should she? Missy had gone and gotten herself killed. If it wasn't for her then Missy would be dead and she'd be where? Back in Australia with family she didn't even know or in the foster system or something she didn't want. But it shouldn't have needed to happen because Missy shouldn't have almost gotten killed! Kristen still didn't recognize just how mad she was with her sister over this.
What she did realize, on the odd subconscious level that regular people did not seem to possess, was that Nikita wanted to talk to her. Had wanted to for a few days, actually, but she hadn't gotten around to it. Kristen could've wondered why she hadn't, but instead she decided she would go see her. Maybe then she could sleep and the thoughts would get out of her head. They really probably wouldn't and the dreams would keep coming -- was Nikita's birthday coming up? -- but she'd get the feeling to go away. And maybe she'd tell Nikita that she wasn't sure that this had been what she'd meant by 'help my sister'. She was supposed to save her, Kristen thought as she pushed the door and stepped open, sleepy eyes fixing on Nikita behind her desk as she let the door shut probably too loudly behind her. Oh well, she was a vampire and she'd probably heard her coming anyhow. "You want to talk to me," Kristen said, stating a fact rather than asking a question. "But you haven't yet. Why?"