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mine. Mine. MINE. M I N E.

That was the only thing going through her mind, as the elevator doors shunted open. She needed to get away from everyone. She needed to keep herself isolated away from everyone. That was when as her feet began to take off again - ready to sprint across the small bridge to one of the huts. Yes she could hide instead. Barricade it. That in itself was a spiffy plan, but it was stopped all of because of the asshole she just ran into.

THUD

Her whole body hit into something hard - and she fell to the ground, her *** hit the ground first and the shard that was snug in the bra slipped from its hiding place and made itself known. It slipped through her my little pony tee shirt and rolled to the edge - where Nishaa hastily grabbed it and brought it to her chest. She ignored Trahir in front of her and stroked it’s luminous edge. Crazy eyes looked at the shard.

“It’s okay. Mummy has you now. You’re safe.” Ladies and gentleman. She was now talking to the shard like it was her ******* pet. She kissed it - pucking her lips whilst she did this, and then tucked it neatly back into it’s hiding place. Her eyes then found Trahir, ignoring any and all attacks he had tried to do to her whilst he was mid air.

“None of your business why I’m running.” She snapped. “Too many prying eyes I need to get away.” She got herself up into a standing position looked the man over again and pushed past him. No one was going to take her shard away from her. It was hers. Forever. Kicking her feet forward she started at a jog, heading for her hut. Yes. She would hide in her hut. Brilliant hiding place that.

She had never felt such force on her - well, she had but it had been a long time. The man was upon her instantly. Nishaa didn’t even have any time to react to him - or to dextrously move out of the way. His hand forcefully went down into the confines of her tee and was rummaging around for the shard, for HER shard. She tried to push him away from her. Yet he had snaked his arms around her in such a fashion that she couldn’t escape. She was in a vice and as his hands snaked further down her top he found what he was looking for. The shard.

“GET OFF IT.” She said - feeling his own screams in her own ear. He wanted her shard! Then the shard was plucked from her grasp. Her chest no longer felt its heat against her. Before she was thrown to the side like some kind of rag doll. The woman snarled. There was a clarity in her mind then, like some sort of weight was lifted but there was still the overwhelming need to have it back. There was emptiness without it and she needed to fill that void with her shard.

He looked at her - he wanted to compensate her with flowers? Fangs bared at the male as he vanished - she did take note that he had the tome in his hand, and instantly she was pulling out her own and reading the words out loud so she vanished just after he did. They landed in the basement of the Eyrie. Nishaa fell on Trahir.

Pulling out her gun, she shot him directly in the foot. One bullet was enough to slow him down. Which gave her enough time to bend down, her face getting close to his as she rummaged around in his pocket for her shard before plucking it from his pocket. She held it against her palm and put it in her own pocket this time. She had had quite enough of hands going down her top.

This shard was hers. It always found it’s way back. “Next time you come for this shard. I’m going to ******* put a bullet in her head and watch you turn to ash.” Her words held a threat - it wasn’t empty either. Not when the shard was involved. The shard was HERS.

You succeeded in your endeavor. x2

She was already walking towards the elevator leaving Trahir on the floor, probably bleeding out from the foot. Good. She hoped he didn’t get back and want to go for round two, because she’d have to beat the **** out of him this time. She turned her onyx hues back to the body on the floor and snorted. Her lips curling into a snarl as she made her way back into the metal box. She pushed the ‘F3’ number on the pad and watched the doors close. She wanted to avoid F2 all together assuming that Niklaus, Every and Roderic were still on that floor and probably plotting how to get her shard back. A hand lowered to her pocket to touch the shard - she was comforted by it’s presence. It soothed her.

The doors the third floor opened and she escaped the confines of the metal box as she took a slow step out and inspected the area. It seemed empty for now. She pulled the shard from her pocket and began to inspect it in her hands. She shrieked her happiness, because it was hers and there was no one around to steal it from her. “You are mine.” She told it. “I love you.” Right now, she seemed to love the shard more than anything else. All rational thoughts were thrown out the window. The shard was the only thing on her mind.

Her eyes lifted when she heard Reanna’s voice. Her hands moved quickly depositing the shard within its hiding place in her pocket. She didn’t want Reanna to know she had it. She rubbed the back of her neck, pushing tendrils of raven from the skin - as she had been sweating from the amount of running - and shooting she had been doing. It was starting to show on her features that she was tired. All she wanted to do was sit in a corner away from everyone and hug, and kiss the shard. No one was allowed to have it.

“Would I ever have fun without you?” Lie.

Reanna was moving slowly towards her. She could see in a tremble in her steps and then Nishaa was on the offensive. Her gun was out of it’s hiding place, sweat dripping from her forehead. Her twin was a killer, she had killed so many vampires. The way she looked at her right now - it looked as if she could possibly kill Nishaa for the shard. That was it. She had seen the shard and like everyone downstairs they wanted her shard. Her tongue clicked inside her mouth as the woman teleported to the side of her. Wrapping her arm around her waist, nails pressing against her. A gun pushed to her spine, there was a soft click. Reanna had turned off the safety. Well, this wasn’t going to be nice.

She tried to move then, she needed to swerve out of the way to do something - so she tried to disarm her by moving her free arm yet failed. The woman had her a hold and yet that brought the woman’s fingers against her side further. She applied pressure and the tips of her nails dug into Nishaa’s skin and she this time she let out a scream of pain, or was that delight?

“You will not get my shard, *****.” The words fell from her lips. They oozed venom. In a rational situation, Nishaa and Reanna would be joined to the hip. Working as a team, they were siblings. Yet, tonight. The shard had made them enemies and Nishaa knew she had to work against her. There was a sigh that left her lips then, as if this was a decision she didn’t want to make. If it was a choice between the shard and Reanna right now? Well. The shard won.

Eyes found Niklaus then, his words cut through the tension between Reanna and Nishaa like a butter knife. ‘**** this’ he said, and fired off a couple of rounds at them - they failed to hit their targets. Whilst in this hold she moved herself a little to pull up her gun in return and fire off a couple of rounds. Her bullets struck true. One bullet was a through and through - straight through his calf. Nishaa inwardly cheered.

“Don’t shoot at me idiot.” She said. She angled her head back to point at Reanna. She was the target now. She could only look at Niklaus as she aimed daggers at him. The man had to get his aim right. She was aware of another presence now as someone appeared beside them both. She knew he was after the shard because she could feel his fingers caressing her own leg. She looked at him. Blinking. “Get the **** off my leg you pervert.” Her leg was Marjani’s not Blakes.

With another growl she moved her head back a little further - she had to get away from this scene, and quickly. Her shard was going to get stolen from her at this rate - and headbutted Reanna causing the woman’s hold on her to loosen and give her a chance to get away. She didn’t say anything she didn’t even look at anyone - gun still in hand she lunged for the branches and began to descend towards the second floor. She had to get the **** away.

You failed in your endeavour. - Disarming Reanna
You succeeded in your endeavour. - Shooting Niklaus
You succeeded in your endeavour - Headbutting Reanna