Nikita Vostrikova (trickylittlegun) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-10-17 21:34:00 |
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Nikita would never have before thought it was possible, but she was becoming exceptionally skilled at avoiding someone who shared a house with her. It had been absolutely out of the question to see Missy yesterday. She could barely be by herself, thinking about everything that had happened the night before last, let alone be around the other woman. Her anger had not waned in the least; not only was she upset that she couldn’t sleep without thinking about Missy’s lips against her own, but she was angry that the two of them had finally managed to reach some kind of peaceful “normal” just to have the other woman poke holes in it all. It had all started with those damn flowers. Nikita had wanted Missy to show a bit of appreciation for all the things she had done, but had she known it would lead to this, she would have taken the flowers and deposited them directly into the trash where Missy could see. So when her mind was not consumed with thoughts of how much she both wanted and didn’t want Missy, Nikita was busy thinking of the best way to push her away. It was all obvious what she had to do once she realized that Missy’s problem was that she had simply forgotten what it was she hated about her. All the other woman had seen lately was Nikita’s good side – saving her life, protecting her from other vampires, giving her blood and a home – it made sense that Missy would be confused. Despite all the time the two of them had known each other, she didn’t think that Missy had any idea what it was that she did outside of her business as a landlord. While she might have been aware that Nikita was a part of something illegal, there had been little chance for her to actually realize how deep in the crime world she was. Tonight, that was going to change. Nikita ascended the stairs as she closed the buttons of her jacket. Anyone that paid attention to her clothing could realize that when she wore such dark colors that it was time for her to go to work at her real job. As she approached Missy’s room, memories of the night before last flooded her mind. When she reached the door, Nikita half expected to find Missy standing in her night clothes, waiting for her. Instead, she looked on at a familiar sight: Missy was angry. If Nikita couldn’t read it on her face, then she could have realized it by looking at the crushed phone in her hand. Girlfriend problems? She kept the smug question to herself, and chose to stand at the door in silence for a few moments until she decided it was safe to speak. “I have an errand to run for work and you’re coming with me.” It wasn’t a question. Missy was coming with her, whether of her own volition or Nikita would put her in the car herself – no, she was more likely to get one of her men to manhandle the other vampire. She still wasn’t certain she could trust herself in close proximity with the other woman. |