i'll be your headache. [evee]

[Nishaa]

“And you’re the only woman I’ve come across that’s not given into me thus far.”

There was a coy smile to go with that her previous sly smile of hers. Nishaa was a player. She’d be what you’d call a slut.. Never enough sex for her. Always craving that sexual release. Her dark orbs flitted to the woman then, folding her arms over her chest. Her hand warmed to her arm then, an odd sensation filled her – her fangs quivered, tugging at the flesh of her lip. Whatever was happening was glorious, it was like euphoria. She didn’t understand. She had been mildly hungry before – an odd craving for blood, now that craving had gone and her stomach full.

“Why am I no longer hungry?”

The question cut Every off. As she unfolded her hands looking to her palms curiously. Her eyes cast down to the knife still pressing against her pale yet cold skin. “Put the knife away.” She said, her voice like sharp steel. She wasn’t going to run away – she couldn’t not after this woman had given her immortality. The word immortality it still excited her, made her smile. She knew she would have to get used to this gift. The idea of keeping this gift a secret annoyed her. She understood now there was a genocide that endured the deaths of many vampires – or so she assumed there would be from what Every was saying but still, she was sure there were strong vampires – strong enough to take out the hunters that opposed the predators.

“You won’t kill me.”

Her words left her lips before she could even think about what she had just said – the words, they just spewed from her mouth like water from a tap. She wasn’t even 100% sure what this woman was capable of. “I know you won’t.” Again, she wasn’t sure but it felt right to say such things.

[Every]

Like the woman was her type. Every scoffed, making a little noise of disbelief before she watched her childe adapting. “And I’ll continue to not give into you, as you aren’t my type.” The brunette waited for a few moments and then released Nishaa, yet she did not bother to lower her knife completely. It didn’t hurt to be cautious and given this one had already stabbed her, she was not letting her guard down. At the thought of her shirt being ripped, Every looked down to where it had happened and managed not to roll her eyes. She really would end up spending cash on clothes unless she found a warehouse that held her favorites.

“Hungry as in human terms is because you no longer have the need to feed that way, and I suggest you don’t or you’ll projectile vomit unless you’re an allurist.”

As she spoke, Every lifted her hazel eyes back to Nishaa and lifted an eyebrow, “I’m going to let the bossiness slide given the fact you were just turned. My knife stays out.” Her paranoia wasn’t as strong out here in the open, a tome resting on her body within reach and a new wraith that didn’t give her as much crap on another block. Listening to Nishaa say that she won’t kill her, Every snorted. “I will if you go as far to **** us all over. Come on, let’s head to the Crypt so you can get cleaned up.” She nodded towards the nearest station, “I have no issue killing family that deserves it.”

She rubbed at the side of her neck, taking a look at Nishaa’s bloody form and then frowned. “If anyone asks you, it’s pig blood and you were in a play. Got it?”

[Nishaa]

“I could be your type. You just don’t want to admit it because you want me.” She shrugged. “It’s cool you keep telling yourself that ****, sugar tits.” Nishaa scoffed. She looked wearily at the knife, she lowered it but didn’t put it away – which means she was still cautious and rightly so – but Nishaa has no intention of hurting the woman that had given her immortal youth. Something was compelling her not to. Perhaps it was Every’s good looks.

“Allurists?” She asked. She had no idea what it was. Maybe it was another saying for pretty people. Nishaa was pretty. Could Every not see Nishaa was pretty. Shame on her. Though, from what she could gather Every was not a people person. That was cool, neither was Nishaa – she used and abused and went about her business elsewhere. Or killed, or even stole. Nishaa wasn’t your average joe tourist.

“You know what.” Nishaa said as she stopped. As Every had begun to walk away. All she had heard was Every threatening to kill Nishaa if she threatened there existence. “You’ve got a massive chip on your shoulder.” She barked putting a hand on her hip and sighing. “You’ve just made me – good for you. I’m still learning, good for me. I ask a few questions about us being gods. Cool, that’s how I read it to be and now you keep saying ‘if I go too far as to **** you all over.’ Dude. Have a bit of ******* faith *****.” Nishaa snarled. Her fangs showing for the first time since her turning.

It seemed becoming a vampire had made her temper much worse than it had been when she was human it came out of no where and seemed to need something simple to ignite the fire and burn the other. She sighed and crossed her arms over her chest and followed Every, walking in front of her even. “Fine. Let’s go to this crypt you speak of, unless you plan to bury me alive.” Her tone oozed sarcasm.

[Every]

“Sugar-what?” Her expression showed her confusion and then the irritance that followed as she realized what she had just been called. This woman was going to give her a constant headache. Why did she turn her again? Oh, right. She didn’t know. She followed her instincts. Micah was going to kill her, surely. Even if Nishaa was her type, “The last relationship I was in fucked me over anyway. I’m not interested.” She muttered under her breath before removing a scrunchie from around her wrist to pull her hair into a low ponytail.

“We have paths. Shadow, Killer, Allurist.” She explained quietly with a sigh, listening to their surroundings in case a heartbeat would come across her hearing process, “Given the fact you aren’t bleeding black, you aren’t a shadow.” Finally, she tucked her knife away, “I am.” She thought about it as she turned on her heel, “We can test it out there to find what you are.” Micah probably had a flashlight in there somewhere, and she knew where a mirror was.

“Just shut up and follow me.” Every spoke out, sounding exhausted as she looked at Nishaa over her shoulder, “and cool it, feisty.” It occurred to her that she didn’t know the woman’s name and she’d find out that first when they got to where they were going. “I can’t bury you, I don’t think, unless I did it with cement pouring on top of you. But gathering the fact I don’t know what you can do, and I don’t have a cement trunk, you don’t need to worry about that.”

Watching Nishaa go in front of her, the brunette avoiding rolling her eyes and tucked her hands into the pockets of her jeans after sliding her knife into her bag. “The crypt is our family home, there’s quite a bit of us. My sire, his wife. My siblings.” She was staying there until she set fire to all of the memories in her home. Every sighed and chewed on the inside of her cheek, thinking to herself.

[Nishaa]

"You will be. If you didn't love me you wouldn't have made me - see what I did there, see your mind is now blown. Your welcome." God, she was a cocky son of a ***** sometimes - it was one of her quirky qualities. But she found herself transfixed as she watched Evee tie her hair into a ponytail - even from afar she could hear the woman scratching at her scalp and pulling the hair, she could even hear the elastic expanding in the scrunchie - it excited her all this new senses and smells everything was heightened she wondered if the influence of alcohol was. Now that would be cool. There was that smug smile again.

"If I'm not a shadow then what am I?" She asked the woman - she didn't know vampires were put into different groups she'd always assumed from the books she had read as a child that a vampire was a vampire, there was no difference between them.

"I'll cool it when I want to cool it, sexy." There was a feisty little jest - but at least Every was learning she was going to be a headache. She knew she was when she was a human but to have it amplified into your new unlife - Nishaa snickered she had a lot to learn, she was sure of it. Who didn't?

"Lead the way." She said finally - her dark orbs looked to the ground as she finally fell behind Every. She let the woman go - it was clearly what she wanted, she didn't have to say it, her body language did. "We are going to get on like wildfire." The was sarcastic, but it was meant whole heartily. Nishaa didn't know how to be nice, or even polite - perhaps that was something she could learn now. She had done everything herself up until now - and look where it had got her.

Dead.