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“I…think I’ll pass, you’d probably kick my ass.”

“Never know unless you try, babe. And besides, I’m hardly trained, you could probably get a few good punches in.”

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“Why Darling – I’m just as fucked as you are.” In that moment, she smiled like a tempest. Red lips hitching further, bold, daring and just a little bit mad – something dangerous in the way she laughed as her world fell apart, expecting the worst and just coming a little unhinged when confronted with the girl she gave everything too and the very one that had walked away carefree && cruel with her heart, leaving no explanation for Greer behind in her wake – the knowledge of that abandonment hangs in the air between them.  That the only reason for Greer being dragged to this cage – so suddenly, if at all – was because of her.  It’s the same truth that’s being caught between her teeth as she feels the familiar coil of heat && attraction flaring in the pit of her stomach that she always experienced while in the blonde’s presences. Inhales are tough against her chest, oxygen seeming slim in her lungs. 

“More so, I’d say.” Abigail spat back, ice shooting down her spine as she glared at the brunette before her. She could feel the hate, the anger- hell, she’d seen the girl angry before, and this wasn’t that. This wasn’t their little tiffs over her family’s beliefs or ever her passionate angry that she fell in love wit. This was rage. And that white hot fire, all of it, was directed at her. Abigail fell in love with the girl with steel for bones, and a fire of sheer vengeance aching in her chest. She fell in love with the sliver tongued girl who she knew was destined for something far greater than a future with a fucked up vampire from Atlanta. She was worth more than the highs that Abigail tried to use to forget how much she fucking needed her. But none of it mattered anymore. Her girlfriend, the one person Abigail ever allowed herself to truly and totally love, hated her. And maybe it was for the best. Abigail couldn’t match her, she never could. Greer didn’t love her anymore and she had to act like she didn’t love Greer anymore, for both of their sakes. She scoffed, eyes hardening as her cold irises flashed up to meet hers. “You did love me.” She sighed, shaking her head as she raked her fingers through her hair. ‘And I fucking love you, dumbass. I never stopped.’ The blonde wanted to fucking scream at her. She wanted to kiss her, and fuck her, and hold her, and love her. But she couldn’t. Not now, not ever again. She’d ruined that a long fucking time ago.

“I think she tried to love me,” you say. And it’s the word: ‘tried’, that gets caught in your throat, because you know that word holds more weight than it should. You tried to make it work. You tried to give her everything within you. You tried to grasp onto something - anything - that would prevent you from inevitably letting go. And she tried to love you. But it wasn’t enough.

“You have no idea,” Olivia winked, watching the blonde closely. “Careful, my girlfriend bites. Hard,” she teased, pushing off the wall as she stepped beside the woman. “Let’s go to Sazerac, I’ve got a VIP room set aside there, we can party hard and not have to deal with handsy drunks.”

“You are more than welcome to enlighten me.” Abigail teased, smile etched upon her face as she looked her over once more. She shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest. “As do I, babe.” She laughed, baring her fangs. She nodded, pushing off the wall. “Sounds great. Though if we are getting fucked up, you should be aware that I do get a bit handsy when I’m high, so you would still have to deal with me.”