It was almost Thanksgiving. Every morning, Cassy would wake up, go to work, come home and pray to God she didn't go over the edge like last time. She’d stare at herself in the mirror and wonder what went wrong. Why did Nickie not want to see her? Why did he not call, he used to check on her once an a while?
Cassy sat on the couch, kicking her shoes off and wiggling out of her slacks. The days at work always made her feel tired and worn out. She ran her hand through her hair, sighing softly. This was frustrating, spending every day as lonely as it gets. She had been invited out every night but she always declined. Sophie's death hit her harder than any death she had ever caused.
While wallowing in self pity, her phone started to buzz. She grabbed it, hoping to see Nickie's number pop up. Instead, it was one of the girls she worked with for the past few weeks. The nice temp girl. She picked up, and there was some loud talking in the background.
"Cassy! Cassy, why aren't you here?!" She giggled rather drunkenly, and started yelling to someone near her. She came back to the phone she was laughing, "Cassy, please come out to Electric! I know you hate clubs but come oooon. There are cute guys! Or- Or girls. I don't know what'll float your boat, but come out!"
Cassy sighed, closing her eyes, "Lauren, look. I'm tired, and I just got my shoes off. Maybe another night."
"No, absolutely not! You promised me a week ago we would go out, so PLEASE, get over here!" He lowered her voice the best she could, but with the music blaring in the background, she was still yelling. "Come on, I'll get you drunk and we can do walks of shame in the mornin'. Pleeeease?"
Cassy sighed, looking at her ceiling. It took her a moment to decide, but she sighed, nodding to herself. "Fine. Fine, but just this once, got it? I'm serious, I hate clubs." Her agreement was met with excited screaming. Cassy shook her head, hanging up and calmly standing.
The Blood was sitting in her usual spot on the armchair, watching Cassy with an amused smile. "What, no staying home to watch horror movies tonight?" She stood, following Cassy to the bathroom. She slid her bottom onto the sink, her eyes narrowing at Cassy's usual silence. "You have to talk to me some time, Cassandra. You won't get rid of me, y'know. I'll just sit here and remind you every day. I'll remind you Nickie left you, Lilly won't talk to you." She stroked Cassy's cheek and neck with the back of her hand, "I'm all you have, so you better start talking, princess."
Cassy turned to face her, eyes hard. "Not today, bitch. I'm done with this." She swiped her arm at the Blood and she was just gone. With a deep breath and relief that she was now alone, she started to apply make up, excited for the possibility of a night with friends.
Not even an hour and she was inside the club, searching for the pretty redhead she that had called her out in the first place. Once she approached the bar, she could hear a high pitched laugh coming from one of the seats at the bar. Singling in on it, she approached the bar.
Lauren was like what you'd expect an angel to look like. She was beautiful and kind and honestly, it killed Cassy that she had so much trouble connecting to her.
But Lauren had no problem with Cassy. She ran over to her, threw her arms around her like they were old friends. She was buying Cassy drinks and telling her how pretty she is, and she could feel something stirring inside her. After an hour of playing this game, Cassy leaned in and pressed her lips against Lauren's ear, talking above the music. "Wanna get out of here?"
Lauren looked like it was Christmas. She nodded quickly. They two stumbled for the door and waited for a cab, Lauren whispering in Cassy's ear and playing with her hair. As soon as it pulled up, they stumbled in together and and just couldn't keep their hands off each other.
It was on. As soon as the two got through her front door, Cassy was trying to tear Lauren's clothes off, She had her fingers tangled in her hair, they were kissing, and nearly tripping over furniture. Before they were even to the bedroom door, Lauren was just in her underwear and Cassy still her her bra on. In an almost frenzy, Cassy shoved her on the bed, climbing on top of her.
Lauren was so obviously drunk and Cassy was pretty much there herself. She grabbed her face and kissed the red head with a hunger and force that she'd never seen before. Her need for another human's touch consumed her and caused her to collide with this poor temp. Cassy tangled her fingers into those long red locks, pressing her body against the taller girls.
Lauren laughed while kissing her, the two rolling on the bed so she was on top. She pulled away, slowly making her way down between Cassy's legs. "You've never been with a woman, right?" Cassy nodded her head, panting. "Then let me show you how well we do it, princess." She kissed Cassy's thighs and winked at her from her lower position.
Cassy laid her head back on the bed, losing herself in moans of pleasure. She gripped her bed and tried to not squirm too much. She forgot what an orgasm felt like, and by god did she miss it.
Her happiness didn't last long. She opened her eyes and nearly choked mid-moan. The Blood was hovering over her, her smile twisted into some sickening grin. She leaned close to Cassy's ear, whispering in a sing song voice, "You shouldn't have messed with me, Cassandra~"
Before she knew what was happening, she wrapped her legs around Lauren's neck, twisting so they both fell to the ground. Lauren let out a surprised yelp, blinking in confusion. Cassy grabbed her by her neck, and Lauren started struggling. The smile on Cassy's face twisted to match the Blood's. Cassy stood and forced Lauren to her feet. She tried to scream but as Cassy's eyes began to glow, Lauren's vocal cords froze. She tried to struggle.
The blood was getting some sick satisfaction at watching this poor girl, naked, drunk and terrified, fight against Cassy. She smacked at her, and when she scratched Cassy's face, she lost it. Cassy slammed her against the wall, snarling at her now. "Don't you fucking touch me!"
This time, she didn't remember what happened. Cassy woke up with sunrise peeking through her window. She sat up slowly from her spot on the bed, looking around the room slowly. She let out a terrified scream as she realized there was blood covering her nearly naked body. The night before rushed into her head, and she scrambled up.
There was no body, just the blood that was dried on her skin. In a complete panic, she shot out of bed, looking for any signs that maybe, just maybe, that poor girl was still alive.
After searching her house, she finally couldn't take it anymore. She didn't even bother with showering, she just pulled on her dress from the night before and ran out the door, getting in her car and taking off for Nickie's house. She always turned to him, and she knew it wasn't fair, but she didn't know what else to do.
He was passed out on his couch when she started knocking on the door frantically. The mascara was running down her cheeks and she was sure to have looked beyond pathetic, but he let her in anyways. As she sat on the couch, he wrapped a blanket around her shoulders and made her some tea, frowning and sitting as far from her as the room would allow.
Cassy stared into the cup quietly, trying to get herself under control again. She couldn't even meet his eyes. This was so dumb to her, she couldn't even start a conversation with him. He had told her to stay away from him and she had respected that but here, now. All she wanted was for her to hug her and tell her everything was okay.
Nickie finally broke the silence, attempting to be the non-judging friend. "So... How'd it happen this time? She working on a project with you?"
She just continued to shake her head, staring down at the floor. "No... No she was a temp, but, uh... She was trying to be my friend... I don't... I don't talk to people at work, and she was the first one I wanted to talk to." She shook her head, not watching Nickie's cold face. For some reason, she couldn't stop thinking of Lauren's pretty hair. Words just started spilling out of her mouth. "And Nickie, I was so lonely, I went to the club to meet up with her and we got a little drunk- We took a cab and ended up at my house and I didn't mean to, but next thing I knew we were in bed and-"
Nickie's look flipped. His head snapped towards her, eyes narrowed, "You SLEPT with her?!"
Cassy seemed surprised at his tone. "What? Well, technically, no, we didn't get very far." In that exact moment, Cassy remembered why she had always tried to keep Nickie calm. He looked like he was struggling as he paced. Rather suddenly, he punched his wall, putting a hole right through the drywall. Cassy jumped and stood quickly, setting her tea down, "Nickie! Nickie, calm-"
"Don't you DARE tell me to calm down, Cassy! What is your problem?!" He knocked books off of the shelf next to him. It was like a light switch, and she had no idea how to stop it. "Why do you always come to me with this?!" He grabbed his head, but lashed out again, the skin on his hands suddenly reeking of burning. His hands burst into flames as he started wrecking things in his living room.
Cassy backed to the door, looking around quickly. She didn't want to watch him destroy his living room, but she didn't want him to hate her for what would happen next. In an act of desperation, she tried to walk towards him, "Nickie, I-"
"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!" He turned on her and cornered her, slamming his hands against the wall on either side of her. He had her trapped between his arms and was almost nose to nose with her. He was panting and ready to rage havoc on his own home.
This was the closest she had been to him since their kiss in the car. He had soot on his face, dark circles under his eyes. He must not be sleeping again. He used to have so much trouble with that. She looked into his eyes, and she could see he was lost in his own emotions. Quickly, she reached up and grabbed his face, and before he could jerk away, he dropped to the ground, out cold.
Cassy crouched next to him, checking that he was just knocked out. Satisfied that he was still breathing, she grabbed a pillow and her blanket and made him comfortable on the floor, writing a quick note for him for when he woke up. After that, she left.
I'm so sorry. I always drag you into my problems. I won't bother you again. I'm sorry I didn't come to you sooner, but I just want you to know, I still love you.