It had been a tiresome night. All the Italian now wanted to do was come home and rest after a vicious night of hunting alone. Einar usually would follow her but after a silly argument earlier on he'd allow her to go alone. She was almost expecting a fight back from him when she came home but all she wanted to do was sleep. One of the men she'd killed had attacked her with silver and it had been a pain to get that way despite how brief the metal had touched her fair skin. It would heal over night with a good rest. Einar could easily heal the burns with his blood but she did not want to allow him to have one up on her as she knew he would try and most likely get her to owe him one which knowing Einar would be cashed up as a blow job.
With a deep breath, anticipating the worse, Valentina stepped into the house only to surpass a huge scowl on her face with her eyes rolling to the back of her head. " Are you fucking kidding me?!" she yelled out in annoyance as she looked up the stairs, fully ignoring the half naked woman on the sofa. Sometimes she wondered whether Einar really thought with his head or his dick. It would appear his favourite method of getting back at her was just to make her jealous. The vampire ran a hand though her dark locks as she sighed heavily in irritation. " Get the fuck out of here" she hissed at the girl who was trying to cover nude figure with a blanket on the sofa. "Did I say cover up?" her eyes turned like daggers to the girl who seemed to try and get her clothes together. " You never said you had a girlfriend you creep!" She wailed as she bailed for the open door.
Approaching the door, Valentina slammed it behind her, eyes glaring up the stairs. " Looks like you better run after your little slut" she hissed, opening the to the basement to her coffin to try and get away from Einar before this turned into a full blown argument. " Tutto quello che fa è pensare con il suo cazzo... il fottuto bastardo" she grumbled under her breath as she headed down the stairs.
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