《Look At Me》 Bad Blood
Chapter Text Skryra was leaning at the dinner table, resting her head in her arms and glaring harder than usual at the grotesque sight before her. Her partner, not romantically by any stretch but her combat partner, was letting that stupid bimbo paw all over him again. Over the span of their partnership they had come across and now lived with two very different vampires, one being Tistel, a quiet but well mannered bloodsucker who usually kept to himself and couldn''t be bothered with most things, and the other being her. Skryra snorted to herself as she thought about it, how Damien had even found her was beyond her, but Lyn had been nothing but a fucking nuisance to Skryra since meeting her. Always pawing and throwing herself at Damien, and for some gods forsaken reason he allowed it, and even took her to fucking bed. As if letting that bimbo anywhere fucking near their his bed was a good fucking idea. She huffed out loud, feeling her blood boil more and more as she watched the bitch trace her stupid, hot red nails across his bicep. The way she smirk and prodded at him ate at her core, made her feel so many stupid ugly things. At the very least, she could tell herself she wasn''t into the bitch, even if she was by all accounts gorgeous. Her glowing yellow eyes, somehow always perfect makeup, the stupid red color of her hair that always matched her red stained lips after feeding... She snorted and shook her head, trying to set herself straight. Instead, she finally called to him, whining and saying, "Daaaameinnnn, look at meeee". When she didn''t get a response, not even a fucking twitch she called again, and when he still ignored her she just huffed and looked away, trying not let out an obvious, pouty whine. Lyn laughed from across the table, clearly enjoying watching her discomfort through the side of her vision, going even harder as she got up onto the table and slid a finger under Damien''s chin, moving his attention away from the file he was reading to her, before leaning in and kissing him, long and loud as to seemingly aggravate Skryra as much as she could. It worked, all to well as Skryra quickly shot up, hand slamming on the table as she dug her fingers in and the chair clattered back behind her, spitting at Lyn as she started to turn away, "Fucking skank", of course this immediately got her attention and she pulled from the kiss and turned to her, eyes glowing at the challenge. The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. "What did you call me, you stupid mutt?", She shot back, venom oozing from every word as she over enunciated her jab. And like that it was off, with Skryra spinning on her heel and stomping over and around the table to get right in Lyn''s personal space, "You heard exactly what I fucking said, unless you''re to much of a cum-dump to have any sort of fucking sense". Damien did his best, trying to interject before a fight broke out, but failed as Lyn turned and grabbed her by the scruff of the neck, pulling her head back and hissing ,"Jealous fucking mutt, the fact that no one has taught you your place yet is despicable". Skryra struggled against her grip, growling right back at her and shoving against her, earning a quick but brutal slap from Lyn, instantly bloodying her lip as she then threw her to the side toward the open path to the living room. She sauntered after her without a care in the world, giving Skryra plenty of time to stare at her beautiful ridiculous curvy body and long legs. She fought back the headache as she tried to get up, earning her a swift kick in the head. Tasting blood for the second time, she barely had time to do anything as she gasped, with Lyn crouching down and placing a knee on her chest, letting her weight fall onto her. She try to growl but could barley do more than whimper as the vampire grabbed her throat roughly and leaning in close to her, eyes filled with equal parts amusement and disgust. She tightened her grip, feeling the werewolf''s pulse quicken, realizing exactly what was going through her mind with every twitch and poorly held in gasp. She leaned close, letting her lips ghost over her sharp ear, chuckling as she whispered to her, "You know he''ll never want you like he wants me. You''re just a dirty little mutt, not even fighting to stay by his side, much less have him claim you. Stupid, greedy little pup". Skryra writhed in her grasp, whimpering as her thoughts raced out of control, feeling a sudden shock like her whole body was struck by lighting, as Lyn licked over her bloodied lips, biting her just hard enough to make her gasp and give her entrance as she greedily kissed her, relishing in the confused struggle of the smaller woman as well as the metallic taste of her bloodied maw. Skryra cursed her body as she felt herself loving losing the battle against the vampire, her eyes watery and stinging as she felt the woman pull away, smirking in contempt and victory, simply getting up and calling to Damien to whisk her away. The werewolf stayed were she was covering her face with an elbow and sighing, knowing that the other was most likely watching her form the shadows, not know what to make of any of this fucked situation. She sighed, gathering herself and sitting up slowly, wiping her eyes as she thought to herself, "If this is how it''s gonna be for now, it''s gonna be a long ride...". We Need To Talk As soon as Damien stepped out into the yard and saw her laying out in the sun he knew this would not be an easy conversation. Never the less he steeled himself as he walked towards her, not too fast however to give the best chance that he didn''t startle her. Meanwhile, Skryra was barely aware of anything but her thoughts. Dark and murky, she tried her damnedest to push away the confusing feelings that bitch had left seared into her mind, but they refused to go away. The only solace she could find was the warmth of both the sun on her body, and the friction of the rough striking wheel on her lighter. The very same lighter that sent her life spiraling twists this very moment. Many people had tried to take it away from her, but she always got it back, it was her center, her grounding point, it didn''t matter what they tried to tell her. The warmth of the sparks and the cool metal on the outside was constant, unflinching to her always shifting life. As her eyes threatened to close for a restless sun coma, she snapped up at hearing him. She quickly rolled over and shot to her feet seeing him above her and tried to relax but felt so tense, just seeing him always made her feel far too much. His 6''8" frame, all sculpted muscle, smell of hei simple sporty shampoo, and those hells dammed eyes. One a shinning sapphire, one made of liquid gold, they bored into her with the same intensity as the day the agency assigned her to be his partner, making her stomach tense and heat spill down her legs. She noted the ever present kelpie hood, a mirror to the minotaur tail she kept from her pack days, each of their first kills. For a terrible few breaths, he said nothing and simply looked at her. She tried to keep her breathing level as his eyes seemed to scour her body. He would never tell her but he was always looking for new wounds, mainly burns, as he had read in her file when she was first picked up of her past years being locked up in a psych ward, before the agency has brought her in. Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon. He cleared his throat, and she watched the was his body moved, how the smashed silver bullet around his neck caught the afternoon sun, as he asked her plain and simple, "Why did you provoke her?". She snorted, of course you''d take her side, she thought, but she tried her best to keep her voice level, " She was pissing me off", this earned her a sigh and him dragging his hand over his face in frustration, "You know damn well that you can''t just start fights, especially in the house, you''re smarter than that. So, I''m going to ask again, why?". His voice rumbled and she could hear the threat of a growl forming in the back of his throat, making her feel even worse. Skryra looked away, trying not to damn herself as she took a breath, "She was all over you, hogging interrupting you while you were working...". He sighed again, "You started a fight with her just because she was taking to me while I was working? Skry I just can''t believe that''s your reasoning, I get that she''s a vampire and it''s in our blood to mistrust them, but that''s still not enough for a reaction like that, even from you". Her eyes dilated at that pet name nickname, but he continued on, "I already told her off for going after you like that, because that was a low blow by far, and she''s already paying for it just from a drop or two your blood, but still, if you two aren''t gonna get along that''s going to make life hell for all of us. You need to apologize to her". Skryra gaped at him as if he had just stabbed her in the heart. Her? Apologize to her? Had this fucking bitch dug her claws so far into him that she permanently fucked his brain? Before she could even retort he held his hand up, his voice set harder than granite, "I know what your going to say, don''t argue with me right now pup". With the last of her dignity torn from her, he walked away back toward the house, not even sparing her a glace. She stood too stunned to do anything, before trudging inside after him and straight up to her room, slamming the door before throwing herself in the bed and trying to sleep away the wetness in her eyes. Bark You Stupid Dog A week or so, and several missions later, and maybe pointed looks from Damien, Skryra finally gave in. She would still have rather gnawed off her own leg than apologize to the vampire, but she had to admit, it would just be better to let things be. She sighed and ran her hands over her face, leaning back against the wall as she tried her best to gather all of her confidence to knock on the vampire''s bedroom door. She didn''t understated why this was so hard for her, why she was so nervous, but she had to rip the bandage off, here and now. She pushed off the wall and before moving towards the door, poised to knock the door flew open, her knuckles a mere breath away from where the door just was. Lyn smirked as she locked eyes with the smaller woman, with melted gold meeting twin amethyst and obsidian. She relished in how the smaller women blushed as her eyes drifted away from hers but unable to pick one spot of her to stare at. She chuckled softly and reached down, swiftly grabbing the small werewolf''s to bring her back to look eye to eye with her gasping and quickly stepping back. "Is there any particular reason you''ve been pacing outside my door, interrupting my beauty sleep?", she said with a flourish of her hand as if that was the highest inconvenience anyone could do to her. Skryra bit back a sharp response, choosing to close her eyes and take a deep breath, "I came to apologize...", she felt her words trail off as she felt her confidence slipping away, she opened her eyes to see the vampire picking at her nails clearly uninterested, which quickly made the werewolf flush with annoyance. Lyn rolled her eyes huffing as she stepped out into the hall, sizing her up like a fresh cut of meat, "You want to apologize? Oh this is rich", she said with a grin, flashing forward to put a sharp nail under Skryra''s chin, its point threatening to pierce the soft flesh of her throat. "I do hope you can apologize properly, otherwise it will fall to me to show you your place yet again~", she said, breathy and sweet as if the malice of her words was nothing but friendly advice. Skryra''s stomach turned as she gulped down air, alarm bells tolling loudly in her head, run run run run danger danger danger... She nodded, doing her best to square her shoulders as she spoke with the smallest of quivers in her voice. "I was wrong, to insult you like I did...", she took a shaky breath, doing her best to swallow her pride, "It was a low blow, and since we''ve been working together I''ve seen that you are a good fighter and work well...". Her words trailed off as she looked down, not knowing if there was more she could say, and for all her courage she was rewarded with a shallow, dark laugh, "You really are just a spineless little mutt aren''t you, a spineless brainless pest". With each word the vampire stalked towards her, eyes glowing as Skryra sputtered and back pedaled, her mind racing to try and figure understand what she could have possibly said wrong. Her back hit the wall of the hallway and before she could even think to dodge out of the way, Lyn flashed forward and pinned her in place, holding her arms to the wall and shoving a leg in between the werewolf''s own, coming dangerously close to the inner hem of her simple smaller workout shorts. She continued with her barrage of insults, leaning in close as her breath washed over the smaller woman''s face, "I told you to give me a proper apology, and what do you say, oh you fight good I''m sowwy for calling you mean names", she spits out clearly mocking her, "You sniveling little welp, it''s no wonder he''d choose me over you in a heart beat~". Skryra lets out a confused whimper as she tries to shake off the confusion the sudden barrage of insults the woman just threw at her, wriggling against her grip without avail as the vampire laughs at her mockingly, "A stupid little pup like you needs to be taught her place", she says haughtily, spinning the small woman off the wall and using her loss of balance to send her careening into her bedroom. Skryra doesn''t even get the chance to look for an escape as she corralled back first into her bed, falling backwards as the larger woman pins her once more. She can barely register anything but the feral look in the woman''s golden eyes and softness of the bed compared to her hard grip on her wrists as the woman leans in close once more. If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. "You need to be taught some manners, since you can''t even apologize properly", she says while moving her wrists together and expertly holding them in one hand, using the other to harshly caress the werewolf''s face, earning a soft blush and whimper. She smiles at the oh so suddenly submissive little welp before her before resting her thumb against her lips while pressing firmly against her, whispering huskily, "Open wide", and as Skryra complies so quickly she quickly slides her thumb into her mouth, earning a sweet little noise of confusion, "Now suck~". The werewolf quickly obliges, suckling sweetly on her thumb as she closes her eyes and closes her eyes, trying not to think about the fucked nature of the situation. Lyn noticed this and quickly digs the point of her index finger into the werewolf''s cheek, forcing her to open her eyes and nearly bite down on the digits she''s practically fucking her mouth with. She''s snarls at the blonde woman, quickly removing her thumb to smoke sure there''s no lasting damage while grabbing her face roughly, "You nearly bit me you stupid mutt, you''ll pay for that", she says, spitting in her face and slapping her hard enough to make the werewolf see stars. The vampire takes this opportunity to move away from the woman, letting go for just a second Skryra suddenly here''s the jingle and clatter of somthign very familiar next to her head and the sudden rough pressure of Lyn tying her hands together at the wrists. Pulling her up by the rope that now adorns her, she picks up the item that was just next to her head, a gods damned muzzle. Skryra suddenly thrashes and makes a strangled, panic sound as her brain goes into full panic mode, earning another strike to the face from the vampire before she straddles her and roughly sets the muzzle to her face, "Stay still you little bitch", she says, her voice dripping with seemingly equal amounts of heat and venom. Skryra can do naughty more then whimper as the inner leather is forced in-between her teeth and the straps are quickly connected and tightened. The woman lets her fall backward, with her body fully subdued as she looks down at her while holding the end of the rope tied around her wrists, admiring her handiwork. "This will do oh so nicely, you look so much better tied up like a little fucking mutt". Skryra blushes, letting out another whimper as she struggles at the rough strong rope, her brain swimming almost drunkenly through the confusion and enjoyment the pain of being held captive in such an embarrassing manner. The vampire wastes no time, quickly spinning the rope over her non dominant hand, using the other to wrench the workout shorts Skryra was wearing downward, suddenly exposing her embarrassingly wet core to the cold atmosphere of the room and to the smug vampire, who takes her time inspecting the woman. She moved in close, trailing her fingers down the flesh of her stomach right before her sensitive region, earning a soft moan from the werewolf as she struggles to even move away from the wicked woman''s touch, her body desperately disobeying her as a sudden, sinful need overtakes her. Before the vampire can do more however, her door slams open, and a furious looking Damien stalks into the room, his voice hard and low as he moves toward the two, "What the hell do you think your doing Lyn?", He says, moving close as she smiles sweetly at him as he continues, "Do you think this is a fucking joke, this twisted game your playing?". Meanwhile, Skryra has all but passed out, her brain sparking like fireworks at the mess before her, whether it being worse that Damien is seeing her like this or the fact that she can''t stop herself from enjoying this strange torture Lyn is pushing her through she doesn''t know. She feels herself being pulled up and the muzzle quickly disconnected before being scooped up by Damien as he turns to the vampire once more, "If you ever try to pull something like this again, I don''t care what you think you know of me, you will pay dearly". At some point, Skryra realizes at some point that she doesn''t even remember being put into her room, or the fact that she''s been made decent again until she snaps back and sees Damien pulling a hand down his face in frustration, before looking at her with a slurry of emotions she''d never thought she see in his eyes, he quickly leaves her room without another word, leaving her dumbfounded and cold on her bed, alone once more. Love Me Not Skryra shuffled her feet, not really know what to think as she made her way to him. It was unlike anything she had ever imagined that could happen between the two of them, especially after what happened with Lyn. The thing that confused her the most is that she wasn''t angry, not at him or her, for once. She was just empty and confused, and needed to talk to someone, to him especially. Its strange, not being angry, not wanting to lash out, but it didn''t feel bad necessarily. She turned the corner to see him leaning over the table, his notes and the agency file they were currently working on were strew about as he studied them, most likely trying to find routes for them to take and formulating a play by play in his head. She watched him taking him in as he almost always dressed the same on and off missions, skin tight tank tops, combat pants and boots, and his fur lined jacket was on the hook nearby. She finally worked up the courage as she cleared her throat, getting his attention as she moved towards the table and pulled one of the chairs out, sitting down and looking up at him. He only shifted his eyes, moving to look over at her and cocking an eyebrow? She gulped down a sigh and sat there, waiting for him to say something, anything... "Do you need something Skry?", his voice rumbling as she looked away mouth moving but no words came through. Do I have something to say? she thought to herself. While she struggled with the words he just sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "If this is about yesterday, its been handled". She gaped at him, it couldn''t be that simple it just couldn''t... She tried to speak and he cut her off dismissively, "Just drop it Skryra, there''s nothing more that needs to be done". She felt her eyes start to sting as she stood up, knocking the chair over and slamming her hands down, "You aren''t even going to ask? You''re just gonna fucking drop it? Do you even care about my side of the story?". He took a deep breath, squaring his shoulders as he turned to her and pulled the chair out that he had been standing over, taking a seat in front of her. Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author. "Its not your fault pup, and I do care about what you have to say, but in way over your head with this. Just let me handle it". She sat there dumbfounded as the tears finally spilled over cheeks, a sob choking the rest of her words as she grabbed his arm, clinging to him. It wasn''t the first time she had seen him cry, but it was still a rare enough sight to make him uncomfortable. He patted her head softly, trying to find the words that would calm her down, but as he opened his mouth he felt her go still as a stone. All he could feel was her soft breath quickly puffing against him, realizing she was smelling him. "Skry, wait...", he didn''t get another word out as he felt her smaller fist collide with his face. It was hard enough to snap his head to the side, certainly impressive for her but it was the unbridled rage that stung even more. "YOU FUCKED HER LAST NIGHT? YOU HAVE THE GALL TO TELL ME ITS HANDLED AND YET YOU FUCKING SMELL LIKE HER, YOU FUCKING BASTARD, AFTER EVERYTHING WE''VE BEEN THROUGH, WHY? WHY? WHY IS ALWAYS HER? I LOVE YOU, I ALWAYS HAVE WHY CAN YOU JUST FUCKING SEE THAT". Her sobs continued once more, fat tears rolling down her cheeks as she fell to her knees. Why, why her, why did she have to ruin everything, take everything good from her. Why did she have to make her feel this way, even around him, it was fucking stupid. "Skryra...", he started, leaning down and trying to do his best to pull her out of this meltdown, "I''m sorry, I can''t love you, not the way you want". Her world turned upside down in that very moment, and without another word she shoved him away, rushing out of the Lodge''s kitchen and barreling down the hallway, slamming the door to the library as she rushed inside, leaning against the door as she slumped down, defeated and hollow yet again. Stranger Comforts to be Had Her head was pounding as she slammed the small libraries door closed, tears still running down her cheeks as she leaned her back against the door and slide down to the floor. She had barely even registered the surprised and quite regal looking vampire who had been sitting to the side, more than half way through one of Damien''s historical texts on local folklore. She sniffled and whimpered softly to herself as her face fell into her hands, her tears continuing to flow as she played the scene of Damien looking after as she screamed at him over and over in her head. He never gets mad at her, he nevers snaps back, why, why? It made no gods-damned sense, it''s was like he felt nothing but fucking pity for her. It hurt almost as bad as the tear on her heart of smelling Lyn... She continued to wallow until a soft cough ripped her from her thoughts, wiping her eyes quickly she looked over at their other living partner, the one she had to this point never really met. His pale completion, the white streaks in his hair, and his lavish looking suit with a large red amulet of some sort adorning the collar all absolutley fit the style of a "typical" vampire nothing fun like her. She stuttered as she tried to come up with an apology, some sort of explanation, and a question all at once, but by the way he just raised his eyebrow and cocked his head ever so slightly, she could tell whatever came out of her mouth was nonsense. "I-I''m sorry, I r-really should''ve been paying attention to see if anyone was i-in here", she hiccuped finally, barely holding herself together as she did her best not to look him in the eyes, know that the piercing gaze of a vampire was the last thing she needed to muddle her brain right now. He didn''t say anything, not even a twitch as she still felt him looking at her and seemingly nothing else, and she just kept going, "I was talking, well I guess f-fighting with Damien and, and I didn''t know here else to go, I just h-had to get away from him...", She finally managed to get out. There was an even longer uncomfortable pause as he seemed to just be dissecting her with his gaze alone, finally his eyes alone moved back to the book as he continued to read. "You two were fighting?", He said simply. She was shocked by the smooth, almost velvetly tone of his voice. It was low, like Damien''s but not gravelly or scratched in the slightest, like a smooth, flowing river. She could still feel the power behind it, but it was clear that he was very well educated. She ran a hand through her hair, being careful to not mess with the hairband at desperately tried to hold back her soft but tense blonde curls that always threatened to fall into her eyes, not that she usually minded. She finally nodded, not really knowing if there was more to say to answer his question, and she was suddenly tense as he closed the book he was reading and set it softly on his lap, while not quite looking at her, but clearly thinking to himself. The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. "That''s quite surprising", he finally said, his eyes finally moving back to make contact her her own. She cocked her head, barely sniffling anymore as she tried to comprehend what the vampire meant. "It just seemed that the two of you were thick as thieves, with the exception of his interactions with her", he said, drumming his fingers softly on his trousers. "I- Well, uhmm..." Skryra stammered, not really understanding the phrase that he used, "I mean, of your saying me and him are close then yeah, but I don''t really understand what you mean". He cocked his head again, eyes narrowing as he looked her over and said somthign shed never think in a million years.... "Is he not your father?" Her mouth dropped open, as she looked at him like he''d grown a second head. He seemed to wince slightly, with his expression taking on something almost akin to pity as he slowly continued. "I apologize if I''ve struck a never, I''m just used to most wolves like the two of you to be family bonded in some way or another, especially when in close proximities" he explained. The almost clinical nature in which he spoke nearly flew right over Skryra''s head, but she half nodded as she looked to the floor in thought. "I guess you would usually be right, but I don''t really get along with most other werewolves, only him really..." She said, thinking of all the fights and scrapes shed gotten into with others in her kind, with her thoughts drifting to her family which just started to piss her off. He nodded again, still watching her all the while, "That is quite interesting, you see, I''m Damien has explained that I''m not from Grimoire or anywhere where close in fact, so I''m quite used to werewolves being much more rough and aggressive, hence why I usually keep my distance, especially from the males". She looked at him like he was crazy once more, and then shook her head as she tried to organize her thoughts. "I don''t really get it, but I guess yeah? My pack were a bunch of bad people, and got what they deserved but other than Damien I can''t say I have much more of an idea than you do about what their like..." She admitted, getting up slowly as she looked around the library. She had only been in here a few times, as she wasn''t much of a reader herself unless it was actioned-packed or smutty as all hell. "I see, very interesting", he said as he seemed to be almost mental categorizing the information she gave him on the spot, before he continued "Well, if you care for my sense of the situation. I''d say he does care about you, if he''s helping get you out of fights and working with the agency, then it would seem that he wants what''s best for you". She noted softly, looking out the window as she thought back, realizing that his words were probably spot on. Even since the day he was introduced to her, he was always guiding her around, trying to teach her things, even when she whined and complained through and through. "I guess I never thought about it like that, umm, thanks...", She finally said, her voice small as she was clearly still thinking. The vampire watched her and simply nodded before reopening his book and thumbing to the exact page he left off from.
She eventually left, slowly wandering to her to her room as she rolled over the vampires words. Suddenly stopping as she got to her room, seeing of all things a plate of food Infront of her door. Unless the skank has left it there just to fuck with her, which she was almost convinced was what happened, she picked it up slowly, realizing it was just a normal dinner that Damien had cooked. She felt the knot in her chest loosen ever so slightly as she looked at the food, before finally opening her door and going to her bed to eat and stare at the ceiling, thumbing her lighter as she continued to think about things, eventually drifting to sleep. I Still Hate You~
Chapter Text It had been a week or so since her argument with Damien, and the subsequent conversation with Tistel. She had stuck to avoiding everyone, holing up in her room while there wasn''t any work and just thinking. She didn''t want to let the others see her in her weakness like this, there was too much to risk, to much at stake if she opened that door. As she was sitting on the floor in front of her bed, throwing a rubber ball she had picked up somewhere along the way, letting it bounce off the wall and come back to her. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk... She let herself focus on the rhythm, letting it guide her thoughts. She thought back to her family, how she had desperately wanted to be loved, to be seen, especially being the runt of the littler, her small size had always been a disadvantage. There was also the psych-ward, she had always told the doctors what they wanted to hear, but it never changed anything, just more meds, more smack downs for "misbehaving", more of orderly''s coming in her room at night. It was like she could never open up, at least until she came here. The agency had done a lot for her to get her out of that hellhole, and pair her with Damien had been a dream come true, well almost. She had always found it easy to get men to want her, her figure was small but still curvy, so she definitely to a lot of men''s and women''s tastes, but not him. It didn''t make any sort of sense, she was a female of his species who was practically throwing herself at him, like most other wolves she knew before would kill for a willing mate like that. But not Damein, he was just so straight and narrow, it almost made her sick. "...from what I''ve seen, he really does care about you..." She thought about him too, Tistel was strange for sure, and while she didn''t quite believe he wasn''t from some other world, but he did smell different. The way he talked circles around her didn''t help to be fair, weird bookworm. Thunk. Thunk. Thu- Crash!! She suddenly snapped to attention, her eyes shooting to the door and seeing her. Lyn looked like she just fell out of bed, somehow still having full makeup, but her red and black hair was scattered and mussed, wearing nothing more then shorts that barely fit their name, and a lacy black bra that fit her figure so well. "Some of us are trying to sleep you stupid, mangy mutt. Will you just fucking stop with that stupid ball", she spat. Skryra just looked at her, thinking about what to do before a smile grew on her face, her turn. She got up and moved in front of her bed, starting to toss and catch the ball again so hit it right next to the disgruntled vampire. She smugly kept it up while staring her in the eye, not even needing to watch the ball as she looked the vampire up and down obliviously. "You can call it what you want, but it still looks like you rolled out of a brothel you skank, plus aren''t you undead? Wouldn''t you not need sleep?", she said, all with the syrupy sweet tone that she hoped the bloodsucker choked on. Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. Lyn hissed at her as she stomped toward the smaller woman, reaching for the neck of her shirt before yelping suddenly. Skryra had been ready for this, and as the vampire grabbed her she caught one her legs and her arm, flipping her and pinning her down on the bed, growling and looking down on the vampire, for once. For several breaths neither of them moved, just staring each other down, before Skryra felt herself lean down, almost on instinct, with her lips crashing against the vampires. At first they didn''t really move, with the both of them just stiffly pressing against each other, still fighting for dominance, until Lyn relented, to the werewolves surprise. She let her eyes close, focusing on the warm brush of the vampires lips on her, the subtle hitches in her breath, easily relenting as the vampire bit on her lip, letting her enter and relishing in their tongues dancing together. Skryra grabbed the other woman''s'' hair, finally getting to feel and play with it, felling the vampire bristle but press into her more, almost purring. They kept going for what seemed like eons before finally breaking away from each other, with Skryra resting her forehead against the other woman. Taking a deep breath she suddenly spoke "I still hate you" "Why?", the vampire says simply, giving her nothing else as she stays stock still. "I...don''t know, I hate how you make me feel, hate how you catch his attention when I don''t...", she finally said, sighing in defeat. " But I can''t change that, I can''t change you''re what he needs, and I''m not. So...if he''s happy...", she paused, finally feeling the knots in her brain loosening, "I guess, if he''s happy, I can be too". The vampire said nothing, laying under the small wolf, before she slowly raised her hand to Skryra''s hip, the other coming up and grabbing around her throat, pulling her back down into a much hungrier, heated kiss than before. Skryra let her, rolling over and pulling Lyn with her so that she''d be on top of her, her hands traveling to the vampires ass and squeezing softly, letting her nails dig into the soft shorts, moaning into the other woman''s lips. They kept going, with Lyn holding her down and finally relenting just as it felt like they were both liable to collapse. She took a deep breath and laid down on the werewolf''s'' bed, almost cuddling against her as she caught her breath. "How do you feel now?", she said, a whisper of humor on her words as the werewolf snorted and ran her hands over her face. "Don''t push it, blood bat", she said, feeling strangely light as she giggled, oh she had to be out of it. To be fair it wasn''t like she didn''t enjoy what just happened, if she was being honest with herself she wanted to throw herself at the vampire and say fuck it to caution, but she didn''t. She simply leaned over, giving the vampire a soft kiss to wash the disgust of being called a bat off her face as she got up. "I don''t know about you, but I''m fucking starving, and I smell someone cooking", she said stretching as she moved to the door, looking back at the clearly confused vampire, "Are you coming or not?". The vampire got to her feet, huffing and puffing as she put her usual stuck up persona back on, shoving Skryra out of the way, her face red as she realized the gravity of the last few moments.
From that day everything seemed to just be easier. Skryra could actually come down when Damien was working and hang out with Lyn in the room, and while the vampire would still jab at her, she would always find herself barely able to hold back a grin as opposed to the anger that she used to feel. She also started visiting the library more, usually not saying more than a few words but enjoying the quiet company of reading with someone else in the room. There would still be times where she''d feel the vampires eye on her when she wasn''t in the room, always sneaking away to more and more frequent heated moments between the two of them, but she was far from complaining. Damien wasn''t a fool either, he had seen the change between the two since the minute they appeared one after the other, suddenly not snapping at each other, with Lyn even teasing her in front of him. He kept his mouth shut, however, because if this was all it took for them to get along, it would save him plenty of headache.