Missy Peloe (_inlocalnews) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-05-29 12:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-10-07, cheyenne, missy |
Blinded by the white light
Who: Cheyenne and Missy
Where: Cheyenne's home
When: Hour before sunset
Missy sat in her car, alternating her stare between the house she was nearest and the bracelet she kept twisting round and round on her wrist. It looked like real silver and she had chosen it for that very reason, but of course it was not. Missy may not have liked what she had become, but she was not in the habit of permanently scarring herself just to be stubborn. Yes, the thin marks on her neck would attest otherwise, but had she not finally accepted it and tucked her cross necklace away to one day be given to Kristen? The lack of her necklace had been remarked on, actually, by several of her colleagues who had noticed that she was usually never without it. Yet now, suddenly, it was gone. Nikita had even expressed surprise over it. Not verbally, but Missy had noticed the way her eyes flicked to the spot where it always lay on her neck. She could've just been staring at my neck. Mere weeks ago that thought would have stirred up a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, now it was only a small stirring. It was still there, the confusion, but it was fading the more time she spent with Nikita. And admit it, being a vampire yourself helps. That was the only thing being a vampire helped with. Everything else...
The reporter leaned her forehead against the steering wheel. No one had mentioned how difficult it would be to constantly be surrounded by fresh sources of blood, especially not the ones that matched her so exactly. Except the person she was going to see might have tips on how to deal with it since she worked with humans and had no more desire to make meals of them than Missy herself did. That and she figured it would be polite - and good for appearances - if she checked in with her 'sire' after the ordeal she had gone through. I can be a good little childe, she thought with only a trace of bitterness as she finally opened the door and slipped out of the car. I won't even bare my fangs at her. The glamour that had been in place all day to keep them hidden had been dropped though; why pretend here? Nikita would encourage her not to... she had no idea what Cheyenne might say. Does it matter what Cheyenne thinks? I'm not after her approval. Yet she did not... She's a vampire! I don't need anything from her.
With that thought in her head, Missy walked up and pressed the doorbell. "Hello," she offered when it opened.. She even tried a smile; it was small but it was there. "I thought I'd see how you were."