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For @fmdbomi

Alyssia rarely did have friends of her own age, having found little to no purpose striking off really well with them, unless need be--but WISH’s leader, Bomi, was of a rather different case. There were many a times that Alyssia herself wondered why she had entertained the thought and desire to remain Bomi’s friend, considering the other girl’s aptitude of being a bitch at times.

Perhaps it was because that Alyssia herself was probably a bitch too--at least to those she found herself not really caring about. 

Probably. 

Bomi was still a worthy friend to make and follow in spite of all her misgivings and frustrations though, and Alyssia truly surprised herself with how much she treasured this friendship with the other girl, even going as far as to remove herself from her beloved nest of a home to go to a manicure with her. 

Running a hand tiredly across her face, she blinked almost blearily in the direction of Bomi, crossing her legs as she reclined back in the chair, holding up her hand to the light as she squinted at the newly done nails, languidly turning her eyes towards her friend’s next to her as her phone chimed for a moment, demanding her attention.

“Oh--would you just look at that.” Her long lashed eyes flickered lightly as she flicked open the message, her lips quirking upwards in a slight grin at the picture that her manager had sent with a questioning line below. 

Yah, you’re trending on social media--are you two dating? The message ran almost beratingly.

“Apparently, according to some fans, we’re dating.”

She lifted the phone to Bomi’s face, where a large picture, flawlessly cropped and taken of both Bomi and herself at lunch, glared back at them. 

“They even added little hearts all around us.” She mused. “Though I’m pretty sure I wasn’t holding your hand, nor wearing that dress. Meanwhile you--just look effortlessly flawless. As always.”

@selenambb

Sooyoung rarely finds herself hunting a second time for the same prey. But yet--here she was, hunting for Selena.

Yet Again.

The vampire’s teeth nearly grinds in chagrin at remembering how they had last parted. She had graciously given the hybrid the most wonderful time of her life, and in return, had been awarded with absolute radio silence the next few days.

Nothing. 

Zilch. Nada. Not even a call or a text to say that night that she had arrived home safely--after all, the vampire had let Selena leave on shaky legs to return home all on her own. 

Perhaps it was the fact that the mindblowing sex had blown the other’s mind, or maybe perhaps it was because that she had been embarrassed. Sooyoung had scented that emotion off the older woman as she left, as though the thought of having sex with her--Park Sooyoung had been an incredibly mortifying and terrible thing.

The thought that Selena might have thought that irked Sooyoung to no end, the irritance building up to paranoia and then bubbling rage in her veins as the other failed to contact her over the course of the entire week.

Was she intending to avoid her? The very thought itself nearly sent Sooyoung into a boiling rage. Was she, Sooyoung, that terrible--that disgusting? That age old sense of inferiority that had built and settled in her bones in her youth threatened to rise from its chest again, and Sooyoung sucked in a deep breath to calm herself down, the echo of the words of her past fading in her ears as she turned her attention to the window of Selena’s apartment.

But now was the time to ask more questioning instead of mulling over it all by herself. Sooyoung was sick and tired of waiting for the hybrid to contact her, the unknowing implication that the older woman had sent her causing her to fury to simmer beneath her skin like a bubbling pot ready to spill over.

Her slender fingers rapped against Selena’s window. Once. Then twice. 

A gesture entirely out of courtesy, considering how furious the little kitten had been when she had entered her rooms without any permission the last time that they had met. 

“So whats with not contacting someone who’s given you the best fuck of your life, Selena?” She curls her body against the sill of the window, her leg dangling down into the room as she tilts her head, ruby eyes glinting almost dangerously. “Remind me--but I thought that you thoroughly enjoyed what we did that day.” The hurt and fury that she had felt in the subsequent days after she had smelt embarrassment radiating off the hybrid’s body right after they had had sex, and the subsequent loss of contact that only seemed to affirm what Sooyoung believed---that Selena having associated herself and been fucked by someone like her to be something of a serious case of shame, as thought she hadn’t been good enough for Selena---had all been packed in that single sentence that she last spoke, cool, hardened and with a thin undercurrent of edgy fury.

“Was it really that embarrassing to have had sex with me?” Sooyoung’s ruby eyes narrowed slightly, her feet still dangling off the sill, never touching the floor as she glanced at Selena darkly, trying to assess if her own speculation of what the other had felt was indeed accurate.

“Hey, look, bre, all I’m saying is that this is, no offence, probably one of the worst ideas I have ever heard of.”

Željko quite frankly was trembling a bit. Nikola had mentioned the Isu before, but the young Serb was sure that neither of them had ever come face-to-face with one of them, but here he was, staring up at the Egyptian God of Death, standing there and staring down at him in the lab.

Of course Nikola wasn’t around for this. He was probably sitting down at his favourite cafe, having a cup of tea right now. Lucky bastard.

“U-uhhhh... Hello?” the Assassin squeaked.

“You know breaking and entering is illegal, right?” the hooded Serb asked from his seat in the shadows, pistol drawn casually with a lit cigarette in his mouth. “As much as I admire your dedication to Mr. Tesla’s work, I’m going to have to ask you to leave now, Miss, before I am compelled to use force. Besides, I can’t have you rearranging things; Mr. Tesla is VERY particular as to where everything should be.”

“New York is a pretty big city... Bigger than most of the ones I’ve seen in Europe. I don’t blame you for getting lost, Miss. Where did you say you needed to go to again?”

“Miss, I would REALLY suggest that you get out of here. Things are about to get VERY messy.”