That was such an odd thing for Nishaa she was used to being playful, flirty even a sleaze at times. She'd always put it down to her hurt feelings at the death of Zoe, she never really got over it, not until she met Paige. How it started was a funny story. She had gone to steal from the woman, only to find the next time the woman has tried to attack her, and failed. Ranting and raving, Jesse has apologised on Paige's behalf - once the woman had calmed down she found Nishaa in the sewers again, and they spoke in length. They even traded blows which ended in Paige leave with a slit throat.
Since then, it was love at first sight so to speak, Paige stalked a Nishaa - Nishaa stalked Paige. Nishaa showed Paige attention, told her that she liked the woman, so they became official. Girlfriends.
She pulled out her phone and began to text the woman.
"Want to go out tonight?"
She sent the text and began to make her way through the sewers, still feeling quite smug at killing the rogue vampire how it's body turned to ash as her blade thrusted deep into the vampires heart.
She knew Paige was in the sewers she was always in the sewers, so she had a plan to find Paige, before she found her. She had to put her tracking powers to good use and this was a good way of doing it so the woman stalked through the sewers, stalking from left to right - killing a few berserkers that got in her way, a few left her alone - it was probably the sight of blood on the broadsword that out them off challenging her until Paige's scent filled her nose, she was close. "Your close." She whispered before turning a few more times and seeing Paige with her back to the woman. Her arm slide up to the woman's eyes and covered them her blade hilt pushing against Paige's spine.
"Mmm you smell glorious." She whispered into the woman's ears.
Maybe it was because Paige was exhausted that she didn't hear Nishaa sneaking up on her. The gangly vampire's stance was a bit skewed, her broadsword somewhat shaky as blood dripped heavy and dark from its blood gutter and pooled near her boots in the sewer muck. When Nishaa covered her eyes, Paige's stance went rigid again. In an instant, she went from attack mode to freezing. It was the other woman's voice that stopped her. It always gave her pause, as if every word from her lips was poetry, and now it stopped her attack before it began. She swallowed and frowned when she felt something prodding her in the lower back. Was that a... sword hilt? Yes, that was it.
"Thank you," she replied, but that sounded too formal and she felt like something needed to be tacked on, because Nishaa was special. "...Lapochka." There.
She wiped her Saint James Broadsword off and slowly sheathed it, then turned to look at her. She looked like she was expecting something, and Paige instinctively touched the work phone in her pocket. Had she been too lost in killing and fighting paladins that she'd missed something? Oh well. She bent forward a little to sniff gently at Nishaa's neck and hair. "Your scent makes me sick of this sewer."
Her reply was classic Nishaa as she smiled, an brought her face forward to kiss the woman on the cheek, so formal for Nishaa. She sheathed her blade in its holder before looking her girlfriend up and down with a satisfied grin. The sewers, it was an iconic place for the women, it meant something to Nishaa when it came to Paige as she ran a free hand through her raven black hair the loose strands fell across Nishaa's pale skin.
Lapochka
What did that word mean, the way it left her lips was so sexy – actually she didn’t need to know, she could keep saying it over and over it made the hairs on her arms stand on end.
“Let’s get out of here.” She told the woman as she turned around, pulling Paige with her and heading for the nearest sewer exit – she wanted to do something fun with Paige, she had been rigorously training when she wasn’t with Paige or answering questions. Her skin brushed against Paige’s as Nishaa moved her fingertips up and down her arm, the feeling of her soft skin underneath her rough fingers.
Paige quickly returned the innocent kiss and began the trek out of the sewers with Nishaa. They walked in silence through the paladin-ridden tunnels. Paige said something strange, "I like the way your feet splash," then after a moment explained in case it wasn't obvious, "Nice to have someone walking on the ground with me." Paige constantly levitated at least one millimeter at all times, and in public she had to mimic walking. "Makes it safer. Not that the humans ever notice me not making noise." She noticed, though. Sometimes she didn't feel real, leaving no footsteps behind.
"Here," she said. Though she loved the way Nishaa's fingers gripped and stroked her bicep, she parted from her to climb a ladder up into the street. Once settled, she bent over and offered a hand to Nishaa. She didn't know where they were going or what they were going to do. As cliche as it seemed, Paige wasn't used to having fun. Sure, there were things she had learned to enjoy on her own time, by herself, after becoming a vampire. But with others, it had always been one thing, and she wasn't sure what Nishaa would do when she saw that side of her. They would do what Nishaa picked.
Nishaa found herself staring at the woman rather curiously. She stopped and eyeballed the vampire canting her head to the side so her mane of dark hair could fall over her pale features as she nodded her head slowly. “You’ll find my feet splash quite a lot babe, usually what happens when I walk in sewage water.” The words were not sarcastic they were teasing words as she leaned forward close to Paige, their faces centimetres apart from each other a smile blatant across her peach lips, which had red lipstick painted on them showing their full round shape. She nodded her head shortly after her dark hair rubbing against her shoulders.
“I understand.”
She kind of did, but she had plenty of time to understand Paige and the levitation – how she had the ability to do such a thing was beyond her but still it was one of the things that allured her.
Paige climbed up then, pushing the grate aside and climbing up to the surface of Harper Rock, her hand lowered to grab at Nishaa’s hand pulling her up to the surface the pale flesh of her hands grabbed at the concrete as she pulled herself up and exhaled. She was breathing the fresh air, not that nasty smelling sewage ****. She threw a grin at Paige then wrapping an arm around her shoulder pulling her close.
“So babe, whats next? Want to feed – or do you want to go clubbing, orr…”
Her voice trailed off for more suggestions from her girlfriend – as she led her north, no destination in mind just wandering along.
Paige kicked the manhole cover back into place and kept a hold of Nishaa's hand with a more relaxed grip than the one she'd used to help her emerge from the cesspool. At the mention of feeding, her orange eyes lit up, but she held back for a moment. Paige would control herself tonight. She didn't want to scare this woman she had become enamored with off with her gruesome habits, but she did want to eat. "Killing paladins makes me hungry," she rumbled with a squeeze of Nishaa's hand.
She imitated walking movements for the sake of not being discovered by the scant few humans out on this street so late at night. Waifs all, on the undesirable side of town, with just as every bit of an inclination to kill as Paige had. Not her meal of choice. Most of the time she begrudgingly bit down on whatever was readily available out of sheer convenience, but tonight was special. They would dine in style, even if Paige promised herself she would hold back.
Paige studied Nishaa and wondered, "Do you have a preference for the type?" She guessed silently that Nishaa seemed so carefree that she probably wasn't as compulsive about choosing as Paige herself could be. A craving for beautiful ladies, perhaps.
She nodded her head, she was hungry too. She actually hadn't eaten yet - but then again she never really fed from humans, she had told Paige this before. She was scared if she started the feeding, the blood hoarding then she'd not be able to stop she'd become a fiend, possibly even massacre. Which didn't seem so bad, but she was on a road of good. Who would have thought Nishaa could do such a thing? She always been a rebel, whoring herself or others out.
She had a real shot now of sorting herself out. Perhaps a steady relationship that could turn into something more long term, or the fact she applied to join Tytonidae. Something with a purpose, plus the faction seemed to fit her perfectly. She knew the members already apart from a few. She was good in crowds though, she wasn't afraid to fall flat on her face in front of others. She was a natural charismatic.
Her arm slung loosely around Paige now but keeping her close.
"I.. Er."
She squirmed inside.
"I've not preference, I've never fed off a human. Remember? Only boosted my blood with that nifty power I have." She paused. "What does it taste like?"
She was curious.
"The human blood that is?" If she was ever to feed she'd rather to do it with someone she trusted.
"Oh yes, I remember," Paige whispered. She glanced skyward and thought about blood. "Haven't you bit your tongue? It tastes like blood. It is... not the flavor that lures me. It is the way it makes me feel after partaking." If certain criteria were met, the slightly obsessive compulsive vampire nourished not just her body, but placated her disturbed mind. Feeding, and all that it entailed, made Paige feel like she was in control of things. She glanced sidelong at her lapochka. Who knows, she may try blood and find it did nothing for her.
She didn't care. The only thing that concerned her was whether or not showing that side of herself would scare Nishaa away. A week ago she would not have cared-- better to let someone go when they didn't understand the complexities of her nature-- but Paige had grown accustomed to the other woman's company. She wanted to work to keep it.
She nodded her head slowly. Yes there had been instances where she had bit her tongue as a child, so she could not speak – so she could not yell or scream at the men in white coats as they bundled her into a padded room, heck – there had been times where she had bit her tongue and spat blood at the doctors.
“Yes, I have bitten my tongue.”
Was all she could muster, not revealing her past to the woman just yet – she didn’t know if she could handle a mentally unstable necromancer that saw figments of her brother and the blood, sometimes she’d be holding the knife in her hand and his face would be that of agony – it would be the scene all over again. This time around though, she would never enjoy it. She knew the devil didn’t exist now. Only the monsters he left on this earth instead.
“How does it make you feel?”
She asked curiously as she leaned in close to the woman – eager for the answer. When she was human the blood would taste like pennies, metallic and horrible. She’d never enjoyed the sensation it followed into vampire life, she never fed from a human – maybe once, she had swallowed a little before throwing it back up.
“Maybe I should try blood, human blood that is – and not throw it back up.”
She laughed. What if she couldn’t stop and she killed the fragile blood bag?
