"Love is like a brick. You can build a house, or sink a dead body."
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Well he took that outburst well. Only not. What did she expect? She barged in where she wasn’t wanted, it really wasn’t any of her business, but she couldn’t just sit by while he manhandled the girl, vampire or not. Call her an old fashioned Southern girl if you want. Having been properly snarled at, Nimue had every intention of backing off then, not without a good glare at her mentor first of course. Until Charlotte remarked about him and her and the look she gave the smaller girl. Nim’s full pout of a mouth dropped open in surprise. Why hadn’t she seen that coming? Probably because it never occurred to her to get tangled up with Jack that way. Not that he wasn’t a handsome male and all, just that she never saw him like that. And now she realized just how her butting in like that looked to the other female.
”Woah, waitaminnit! Non, Mister Jack and I ain’t like dat! He jes—“ Nimue was in the middle of a defensive flail when the grunt came in to tell them what’s up, and she nearly took her head off for the interruption. ”Augh! Merde! Fine!” She didn’t have the patience now for anything, not even to question the Russian speak. She had been having such a nice night too. Almost halfway through her book and two bottles into her newly acquired red ale that she really did like, and now all this. She had half a mind to give the couillon a good swat next chance she had, if she didn’t think for a second that he would return the blow.
The trio of vampires headed topside, the females following the much older male. Nimue was stewing and glaring a hole into the back of Jack’s head. This whole thing was stupid. All she wanted was to go finish her damned book, then hide in her room. She absently patted the pocket of her oversized hoodie, then checked the single back pocket of her leggings. Odd, she wasn’t carrying any of the girls (her knives) tonight. No matter, humans weren’t much to deal with. Getting Cerise and Bernadette would just be overkill. Her teeth and claws would suffice. It was especially funny when she had to deal with males, ones who thought her harmless because of her short stature, ample rear and hips for days. Oh the surprise on their faces when she bared her teeth and lunged, the howls when she pulled them down despite being half their weight to the ground just to tear their throats out.
Which is precisely what she did with a fourth human in that little spelunking group upstairs. She normally would have waited to watch Jack for a moment or too; she enjoyed watching him work sometimes. But tonight she was just too irritated. All of them stressed, they just struck on their own. Nimue didn’t even bother with playing with this one. She just worked fast and viciously, tearing the male’s throat out before he could utter another sound, then pulled him to the floor (******** them for being so tall). His trachea half hanging out of his ruined throat, she dug her teeth into the side of his neck like an animal, feeding on him hard and fast. The human didn’t last nearly as long as she would have liked, and almost followed him into his death, but caught herself in time and released him.
By this point, Jack had dispatched his own, and it sounded as though he were being beckoned by their leader. Mark. She tended to avoid his presence. The big male intimidated her, worse than Jack did. Then she heard Ely’s voice further off, calling to her in that sing-song voice. Well, might as well see what she was up to. Nimue just left the mangled corpse on the floor - damn she made a mess of him - and padded down the hall to find her leader’s mate. Her bare feet, half clad in leg-warmers with her pink-painted toes out in the open, left bloody footprints leading from the pool of blood she’d left behind. She wiped her face on her sleeve. The tiny vamp looked a hot mess, a bit of blood in her tousled hip-length hair, grey eyes wild, fangs still bared. ”Miss Ely?” She never was good at shaking the uber politeness she’d been raised with down in the bayou of home.
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where? nest house > topside xxx with? Jack, Mark, Charlotte, Ely xxx wearing? xxx
"It seems our writing on the wall is Lorum Ipsum after all."