Nikita Vostrikova (trickylittlegun) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-07-24 17:53:00 |
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As a little girl, celebrations where not something that her family could afford. Her mother might go so far as to make her favorite meal, but a party with gifts were out of the question. Things didn't change when she got older. Even if Leov cared enough to make the day special for her, they had never had enough money to do anything more than get by. Then she was turned, and then there were more important things to worry about than a birthday. 138 years come and gone, and still Nikita had not learned how to properly celebrate. She had even stopped telling others when the date actually was to save herself from a party and the attention that she wasn't quite sure that she wanted. The last person that she had mentioned her birthday to was Missy and after seeing how well that relationship had ended, Nikita was even more assured that she would spend the rest of eternity without someone to celebrate with. She could have always told Silvia, but given the current state of things, she was more than content just being in the were's presence. The young girl was still there and, even if things were tense between them, that meant that Silvia hadn't given up on her completely; it was the greatest gift that she could have asked for. One would think that after the last ordeal she had gone through from drinking the spiked blood Kiara had sold her, Nikita would have poured it all out and never given a moments consideration to buying more. Despite knowing what would be considered the smart thing to do, she had only stored the blood away in her private fridge, just in case she should ever need it. She had made it through the past few weeks without even considering indulging, but tonight she was going to make an exception. It was her birthday, dammit, and Nikita was going to enjoy herself. Somewhere along the line, between the first pint of spiked blood she had liberated from her fridge and the second, Nikita had decided that there were still a few hours left in her birthday and she wanted to dress up for them. As she stared into the mirror, working the decorative comb into her hair, she began to whistle an upbeat tune. The whistle turned into a hum and the hum into a melody that she sang just under her breath as she danced her way down the stairs, around the house, and then finally returning back to her office. Nikita threw back what was left of the second pint as she dropped herself back onto the couch just by the door. A laugh erupted from her suddenly at the thought that she spent more time in this room than she did any where else in the house. Throwing the empty container to the ground, she opened the next and took a large gulp of it without thinking that she had not yet started to feel the effects of the blood she had previously drank. The moment the thick liquid touched her lips Nikita knew exactly who it belonged to. Kiara. A smile rose to her face at the thought of the Irish redhead. She had always considered her attractive, but, for the sake of maintaining a civil business arrangement, she had never done anything more than silently admire every time the two of them had had a meeting. Nikita stretched out on the couch, her skin beginning to feel warm. She suddenly had the desire to have her here to share drinks with -- or at least to start. It was hard for her to think in anything nearing the long term; all that mattered to her was what felt good right now. Nikita peeled herself up off the couch, twirling as she made her way over to her desk chair. For some reason this time around, her limbs were managing to be a bit more cooperative -- then again, she hadn't even begun to drink as much as she had before. She lifted up her phone and began to slowly punch in Kiara's number as she found each one. With a laugh in her voice, Nikita started to sing in time with the ringing as she waited for someone to answer. The second the ringing stopped and a voice responded, her song turned into a name. "Kiiaraa." The song ended with a short laugh before Nikita continued. "How is my favorite blood dealer doing tonight?" Her finger began to wind its way around the cord. "Listen. It's my birthday and I want you here to drink with. I won't take no for an answer. " To Nikita's ears, it sounded like one of the most eloquent invitations of all time. |