Missy Peloe (_inlocalnews) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2015-01-15 07:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-10-12, katia, missy |
we're always the same
Who: Katia and Missy
Where: Vostrikova household
When: Late afternoon
Missy had been having good days at work these past few days. The news was not very concerning or alarming for her and she had not needed to take any extra precautions before going into the office. And why should she? Vampires were as welcome in the news as everyone else, and everyone was taking her fangs in stride. I still think they're new... Which could explain why there was a gun in her glovebox, and why she had so many knives tucked away in her dresser; knives which she never left the house without at least one strapped to her ankle, work or no. The only slightly alarming moment had been when the report on the pastor found dead in his church had come through. Missy had felt an alarm at a dead body that could only come if she thought herself responsible. But she did not recall any part of the man and certainly she was not a killer. Being a vampire did not mean she went around killing people, having guns and knives did not mean that either. It just meant that she had to eat something different than everyone else, that was all. Surely she would not have Nikita and two daughters if she were a killer. Killers did not have normal lives and if one subtracted the fact that she drank blood for her meals then Missy? Had a completely normal life. She had a partner, two daughters, a sister who lived with her for reasons she was still uncertain - and possibly uncomfortable - about and a job that she loved. So she had a few knives and guns... that had to be normal for a new vampire. It seemed normal and she handled both of the objects far too easily for them to be something she had just picked up on a whim. Nikita probably taught me. Something about that thought felt wrong, but Missy shrugged it off, did up the buttons on her coat even though she hardly needed it, and headed for home.
On the drive she had decided that she needed to have a conversation with Katia. They all seemed to have the idea that they were sisters, and Missy did know undeniably that she had an older sister who had been turned into a vampire so it fit... but she almost felt uncomfortable around her. She especially seemed to feel uncomfortable when Katia was near Nikita. Why is that? That she did not know, but she would like to. Or at least she would like to walk around the house without feeling as though eggshells were littered near the Russian - she's Russian and I'm Australian... - and that she was going to break them and ruin the peace that filled the house.
"Katia?" Missy called, setting her purse down and following the scent of that particular Russian through the house until she located her. On the way she waved and smiled at Kristen and Silvia, glad to see they were getting along so well. She would have sought Nikita out, but she was unsure what the brunette was doing or where exactly she was so that would have to wait until later. Once she was done with Katia she would feel better about everything. Missy smiled easily at the sight of the other blonde - we do look alike enough... just like me and Kristen - and moved into the room with her. "Can we talk? I feel like..." A shrug. "I don't know. Have we been fighting?"