Nikita Vostrikova (trickylittlegun) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2013-09-15 02:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-28, missy, nikita |
i can't afford to have you against me
Who: Missy and Nikita
When: Early Evening
Where: Nikita's house
There had once been a point in time when Nikita was sure her life would be a simple one. By no means was her human life happy, but it was nothing if not simple. She managed her house, cooked and cared for her husband, took his beatings with little opposition, and went to work, even when doing so made her ill. If anyone had told her that she would still be walking around over a century later, living with her adopted (were) daughter, an ex-girlfriend turned vampire, and said ex-girlfriend’s sister, she would have laughed in their face. If that person elaborated on a few of the details – oh yes, and you were the one who turned her, a secret you’re having to keep from your own sire – Nikita would have written them off as insane. That was exactly what she thought her life was now: insanity.
Katia was god only knew where, a fact that did little to comfort Nikita. Her sire was a lot like any predator: though it was terrifying to have her in the same room, it was less unsettling to have the other woman in sights. At least then she couldn’t sneak up and witness something that Nikita would rather she not. It was only a matter of time before Katia learned the truth, not only concerning the circumstances of Missy’s turning but also whatever it was that seemed to still linger between them. Nikita thought she had enough on her plate already just dealing with the wall the hunter’s death had torn down. They still couldn’t be left alone in the same room together, but these days the two of them spent a lot less time fighting. Jealousy would not be the first emotion Katia would feel if she caught Nikita and Missy doing… whatever it was they kept falling into; she would want to pick at them, pull them apart, as if they were life-sized dolls for her to play with. Missy was lucky she wasn’t American, or Nikita would have a lot more to worry about than her sire’s head games.
Nikita had been restless since she woke. Missy had been gone for the better part of the day covering the chaos at the high school. She had paid enough attention to the news to learn what she needed to then turned it off for the day. Okay, the local station (the one Missy reported for) was still on, but on mute. It was hard for her to become panicked about the situation. The people she cared for most were safe, outside of the natural danger that came from being a part of Nikita’s life. Sometime around dinner Missy called and asked for her to help get Kristen to bed. Any effort she put forth to hear for emotion in the other woman’s voice was in vain. Mostly Missy sounded tired; if she was upset about Katia’s surprise visit, then it wasn’t something she had time to dwell on.
She had been in her bedroom when the sounds of someone moving through the living room and into the kitchen carried to her ears. When the girls went to bed and Annie left for the night, Nikita had taken a book to bed in an effort to busy herself while she waited, but she had barely been able to make it past page one without her thoughts distracting her. With someone else in the house, there was no more need to pretend that she had something better to do. In seconds, Nikita was at the doorway to the kitchen, peering around the corner to see if it was Missy or Katia grabbing a late night snack. She sighed a breath that was neither relief nor disappointment and entered the room. “Long day,” she asked casually as she crossed her arms over her chest. As if her behavior wasn’t out of character enough, then her wardrobe certainly was. Her sire had only been in town for three days and already she was having an influence on Nikita’s clothing choice; the trouble was that she didn’t know if she was trying to look impressive or attractive.