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private multimuse for wildblood written by p

[ferasanguis]

holsigr​:

zigorra​:

Michaela felt marginally better, partly from the blood and partly from the fact that she wasn’t so fucking alone anymore. Even if they were just hallucinations in her head, at least she wouldn’t die alone. Natalia’s hand was still on her body, making it harder to dispute that they were figments in her imagination. But then again, she was being uncharacteristically nice. The thoughts floated through her brain at a snail’s pace, and she lifted her head so she could look over at the werewolf, frowning as she saw similar marks on her. 

“Dunno what they’re trying to do. Thought you knew,” she slurred, turning her head in Natalia’s direction. “You helped them grab me. Sorry for pissing you off that much.” Her fingers wiggled briefly in memory of the aneurysm spell that had been used against her. “Didn’t mean to make you all huffy even though you’re cute when you are.”

Natalia raised her eyebrow and tried to process all of this. “Yeah, I– They were writing things down when they were pouring the shit in my throat. Kind of figured it was my dad.” She winced, realizing she might not have filled them in entirely. But now she’s not even sure if it is him or something else. She sighed and ran her fingers through Michaela’s hair, trying to sooth her a bit more. “I’m not the only person on the planet that knows that spell, you nerd. I don’t want to hurt you. Also, this is not an appropriate time to flirt, you asses. You both look like hell. You haven’t had any drugs since they took you, have you?” 

Even more than being able to articular the events of the past few days, Reagan wanted to be able to process all of this and figure out what was going on. She wanted to know who was responsible for this so she could take it upon herself to rip them a new one. “Your dad? Why your dad?” She asked, looking over for a second before looking back down, withdrawing on herself. She shook her head at the question. It was obvious they hadn’t had anything in days. “Not unless you count wolfsbane.” 

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holsigr​:

zigorra​:

The hands on her face were surprisingly gentle, and so was the voice that she recognized. It wasn’t at all like the fierce glare and the utter venom she remembered from Natalia. Was she actually here? Or was her brain just conjuring something up to aid the pain? Was Reagan actually here at all? But the copper tang of blood filled her senses, and Michaela’s eyes went black immediately. This was different from the measly little cup they gave to her every day, just to keep her from dessicating. It was warm, fresh, and Michaela drank greedily from the vein. 

It wasn’t the same as human blood, and she could taste the spice of magic on her tongue. While her strength didn’t return as quickly, Michaela managed to open her eyes, blinking sluggishly up at the heretic. “You’re here,” she rasped out, hand weakly reaching up before dropping again. “Gonna hurt me again? Make my brain go all woo-y?”

Natalia closed her eyes as soon as she felt the blood being pulled from her body, and eventually pulled away entirely, leaning against the wall– Much weaker than before. But at least Michaela didn’t seem like she was going to desiccate immediately. She laughed a bit at both girls and just sucked in a deep breath. “It is a compliment. Everytime I hear your heart beat, I want to tear your throat out.” Another pause, but she kept a hand on Michaela– something to ground herself. “I don’t think I have the energy to, even if I wanted. Just don’t call me babe and we won’t have a problem.” 

Reagan let out a laugh, both at Michaela’s made up word and at Natalia’s rebuttal. “Hot.” The laugh quickly dissolved into a groan and she clutched at her stomach instinctively. She may not have been a vampire, subjected to the torture that was near desiccation, but her body operated as normal and she was hungry, weak, and bruised. She let a moment pass before speaking up again, this time a little more somber. A little more real, because they definitely weren’t getting out of this with banter alone. “They’re doing some weird shit in here.” Reagan wished she had the energy to be more specific, to go on and on about everything that’d happened so Natalia could at least prepare herself if they weren’t able to escape. 

Reagan managed to sit up a little, though still stayed in her corner, curled up. As if it’d stable herself and stop the shakes. “They keep taking us and doing weird shit to us. It’s some mad scientist type shit.”

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holsigr​:

zigorra​:

The days blurred since Michaela had been yanked off the streets. She remembered chains soaked in vervain, burning her flesh until it felt like she would never get the smell out of her nose. There were experiments, no- torture. Her throat was raw from screaming, her brain scrambled from the pain and the insatiable hunger for the high. Reagan was dumped in to cell after she was, though the blonde had no way of knowing just how long it had been. Her first thought was maybe Natalia had gotten her too. Maybe this was her thing. Reel them in and sell them out.

They didn’t talk much, just a few short words exchanged here and there. Michaela was too afraid to ask what happened, and with one or both of them getting dragged out of the cell at all hours, there wasn’t a lot of downtime. 

She heard the door scrape open even if her eyes were closed. She had become intimately familiar with that sound, learning to associate it with the deep unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her wounds had stopped healing one or two nights ago, and had Michaela had the energy, she might have already torn out Reagan’s throat. Footsteps came closer, an urgency to them, and the blonde peeled her eyes open before she shrank back when she recognized the figure, aggravating the wounds that had only just begun to scab over. “No.. please, no more…”

She felt weak, but she was much better off than the other two at least. Reagan’s voice even sounded awful and it turned her stomach to think of what they’d both been through. Glancing down she took note of Michaela’s slow healing and the way she shrank away from her. “Shh, shh–” How was she going to reassure her? She was stuck just as badly as the other two were. Natalia chewed on her lower lip and decided to sacrifice her strength for Michaela first, and bit into her own wrist, then holding it out for her. Bloodsharing wasn’t as nourishing, but it would still help heal her some. 

Looking back to Reagan, she took a deep breath. “Maybe later. I’m fucking hungry and this is going to make me hungrier. They– They bled me and forced vervain down my throat. And you smell very human right now.” 

“Human, huh? I’ll take that as a compliment.” Reagan shot back, voice raspy. She didn’t look away though, especially when she smelled fresh blood. Thought not as strong when she was in wolf form, her sense of smell was still stronger than a human and whilae she couldn’t tell whose blood it was, she could tell it was fresh, at least. She didn’t know much about Natalia, besides what they talked about nights ago, but she wouldn’t hurt Michaela, would she? No, she wouldn’t. Reagan craned her head and saw her sharing her blood. She had absolutely no idea how that worked but she desperately hoped it’d make her strong enough to not be in so much pain. 

Reagan wanted to go over there-- but Natalia was right. If Reagan didn’t stay away, far far away, she was going to die. And while she was reckless on the regular, she definitely wasn’t interested in dying tonight or any time soon. 

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holsigr​:

She thought not being bothered by Michaela would be a blessing, but it left a weird feeling in her gut. To the point where she actually tried to text her with no reply. She remembered Reagan saying she was doing the same to her, and it was.. odd. Not that they were friends, anyways. So it didn’t matter. When Reagan started giving her the same treatment, however, she started to get increasingly more paranoid that something had happened. Two people around her suddenly going missing? It was weird. 

Especially with her father.. She shook the thought out of her head, thanked the person handing her the coffee she’d ordered, and left the cafe. Barely two blocks on the way back to the dorms, she felt her head splitting open against bricks and many hands on her, injecting her full of burning poison. 

One blink later and she was staring at her own blood dripping down from her arms and legs. Another blink and she forced to drink something warm that tasted like acid. More bleeding, more acid. She vaguely remembered some chanting and tried to summon some sort of magic to combat it – But nothing. The next lucid moment was being literally thrown into a room, with two other bodies. Two bodies she recognized. Her teeth ached with hunger at the smell of Reagan’s blood, so she went to Michaela first, who looked noticeably more sick than the other. “Wh- What’s going on? Where are we?” 

It hadn’t even been a week since Reagan joined The Pack and she was already in some life threatening predicament. Just her luck. She should’ve known before joining, before telling them she was all-in. But she wanted something more than her band and their groupies, as selfish as that was. She wanted a sense of family. Unfortunately, that sense of family apparently meant getting knocked over the head by a stranger after one of her shows and then dragged to a cell. 

It’d been a few days since her capture and even more since Michaela. And they both looked awful. When she first arrived, Reagan didn’t have it in her to ask what they did to her. The smell of vomit in the corner, the blonde’s disheveled appearance, the blood everywhere. The withdrawals. It made her too sick to ask Michaela much more than what she could do to help. -- which, was nothing. She didn’t have magic, she wasn’t a vampire, and the full moon seemed so far off. 

By the time another person was thrown in, Reagan was very well aware of what they did to Michaela, having endured some of it herself. Turns out, she didn’t need to ask. She was curled up in the opposite corner from Michaela, as if the short distance was going to do anything to keep her from eating her when she got desperate for blood enough. At the sound of a familiar voice, she managed to look up and her heart sank. Not her too. Her chest filled with even more dread and pure, utter fear. Despite that, she managed a weak, insincere hint of a smile when she went to Michaela first. It made sense, after it clicked in her brain that she was probably hungry, just like the blonde. Still, she couldn’t help it. “Should I be offended you went to her first?” 

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text - reagan/natalia

Natalia: Right now?

Reagan: if you want?

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text - reagan/natalia

Natalia: I..

[ five min later ]

Natalia: I'm just saying it.

Reagan: next time i'll ask

[ .. ]

Reagan: its next time and this is me asking. wanna hang

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text - reagan/natalia

Natalia: Maybe you did. But I asked you to stop, and she kept going.

Natalia: Just.. it's fine. It's fine.

Natalia: I'm fine.

Natalia: I went home, and I have leftovers and blood.

Reagan: i can't speak for her but my bad

Reagan: are you fine or are you just saying that

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text - reagan/natalia

Natalia: Because Michaela just doesn't know when to stop and you go along with it. I don't like being being made fun of and that's what it seems like you both want to do all the time.

Natalia: All either of you had to do was ask. Which I said, repeatedly.

Natalia: You're worried? Why?

Reagan: say what you want but we came to hang, not make fun of you. sorry we didn't ask

Reagan: idk, just am. trust me, im just as weirded out by it as you are

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text - reagan/natalia

Natalia: Fine. I was upset. I'm calmer now.

Natalia: Why are you texting me, Reagan? Don't tell me you're worried.

Reagan: i dont understand why you were upset

Reagan: okay, i won't tell you lol

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text - reagan/natalia

Natalia: I wasn't!

Natalia: I was frustrated and angry.

Reagan: uh

Reagan: that means upset???? you're in school, you're supposed to be the smart one here

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text - reagan/natalia

Natalia: I'm fine. I'm not upset. I wasn't upset.

Reagan: [ why the fuck u lyin vine ]

Reagan: sure jan

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text - reagan/natalia

Natalia: Done? I left.

Reagan: i mean like done being upset

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text - reagan/natalia

Reagan: are u done yet

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zigorra​:

holsigr​:

The worst part about this was it was two against one and she had no footing to stand on, unless she wanted to tap into something inhuman to make them understand. Which would be the opposite of wanting something normal. And now they were.. fighting? in the middle of the kitchen with an audience. She looked to Michaela first and scoffed, “I could do that myself.” Then back to Reagan, clenching her teeth together in the hopes that her eyes would stop burning, “Exactly. You don’t care about me. That’s my entire point. I’m some poor sap who just so happened to be the exact opposite of you both, so it’s fun to fuck with me. I got the message the first few times we talked.” She swallowed again, hating the lump in her throat. “People are looking.” 

“You could but you don’t,” she pointed out. She couldn’t pretend that she understood this weird desire to look and seem human but she found that it really didn’t matter. “Seriously? We’re not here to fuck with you.” She scoffed, but there was a note of real emotion buried deep enough that she didn’t want to think about it. Teasing Natalia had become a fun new game, but games were usually the best when everyone was into them. It had become very obvious that this girl wasn’t, and Michaela didn’t play like that. “I thought you liked it when people looked.” Her voice was cold, with a nonchalant but furious drawl to the words. “Fine, enjoy your party.” If they could even call it that. The urge to rampage through the house was tearing at her chest, to feed and drain every disgusting, sweaty jugular until it was silent. But Natalia looked at her with those stupid eyes and she knew that would be futile. “Next time you want attention, look somewhere else.”

Reagan’s eyes narrowed in response. “How could we care? You won’t allow us to. That ever occur to you, princess?” And she left it at that. Much more than that and she was sure Natalia would either smack her or turn her brain into dust. She could tell by Michaela’s tone, the way Natalia swallowed hard, and the way her own emotions were flaring up in her chest that this wasn’t going to end well. They’d draw even more of a crowd, even more looking as the other two put it. And while she was fine with it-- she didn’t know anyone here (she didn’t care to unless they were naked ), a nagging feeling told her that maybe now was the time to step away. “I think it’s ‘bout time I find my fuck for the night. Gettin’ a little restless.” She surmised, mostly just to Michaela. 

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zigorra​:

holsigr​:

She’d already half-turned to grab the rest of her things when she realized Michaela was going to get something to drink, and Reagan was staying. Talking to her, asking her a question apparently. Stiffening, she just sighed and looked back. “My deal is that I want a normal night with normal people, and you guys are anything but. You don’t respect my space, or the fact that I don’t.. want to be called pet names considering the fact that we really don’t know each other.” Her eyes drift to Michaela pointedly at that, then back to Reagan. Natalia holds her head high, defiant and annoyed. “You’re going to start rumors about me, be trashy, and make people think I’m something I’m not.” And a hard swallow, “You didn’t even ask. There are dozens of other college parties you could go to, and you didn’t even ask me if it was okay to show up or.. I don’t know, maybe if I could join you both elsewhere.” The rant over, she looks down and continues to fiddle with her bag, fingers shaking through the frustration. “You’re both assholes. Fucking ‘friends’. Yeah, right.” She mutters it under her breath but doesn’t look up again.  

Michaela fought her way to the front of the line, uncaring at the drunken squawks of protest. A quick glance at the bowl told her that the mix was potent but not toxic, and she scooped up two cups and waded back through the crowd. She reached the other two just in time to hear the last of Natalia’s rant. Wow, she was actually kind of upset. Huh. Smoothly handing over the cup to Reagan, Michaela paused first to take a sip. It was something she’d learned…. sometime in her life, about helping to make her stop before doing something impulsive. “Yeah, we’re assholes,” she agreed easily. It was easy to pick out Natalia’s voice, even in the din of the party. “But how else are we supposed to get to know you if you won’t even give us the time of day?” She didn’t point out the fact that Natalia hadn’t exactly asked for that. Leaning in a little closer so no one could overhear, she flashed a grin at the brunette. “If you want, I’ll compel everyone here, and they won’t remember a thing.” 

Reagan happily took a few large sips from the cup Michaela slipped to her. She needed to before she was to address all of that. Once Natalia was done, she scoffed, though it was mostly a chuckle and nodded her agreement with the blonde. She was far from wrong. “You got us. We’re assholes. Inconsiderate, trashy assholes. I get you I can find another twenty inconsiderate, trashy assholes in this normal party of yours.” Another scoff as she thought about her words longer. A flicker of ....anger? sparking in her chest. Reagan most certainly wasn’t drug or high enough for this. And she probably shouldn’t have kept going, she should’ve just shrugged it off, but there was something about the apparent disdain marring Natalia’s tone that poked at her.  “Y’know, I knew you had a stick up your ass but I didn’t think it was  lodged so far up your brain that you’d think we care enough to spread rumors about you.” 

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zigorra​:

holsigr​:

Yeah, she was abso-fucking-lutely going to be sick. Right here in front of everyone. Maybe if she projectile vomited blood at the both of them, she could chase them off and ruin her barely there reputation all in one go. Yay. Natalia stiffened completely underneath Michaela’s touch, and didn’t even wait for her to speak before she was wrenching away from her violently. “Stop it.” The arms crossed over her stomach tightened and she took another step backwards. Needing more distance between them. “Stop calling me pet names and go enjoy the stupid fucking party, then. I’m going home.”

Had Michaela been a little bit more sober, she might have caught on that Natalia was actually upset, before she nearly tripped in her haste to get away. But then again, with her humanity off, it was unlikely she would have cared in the first place. But she didn’t close the gap again, instead just watching the girl with faint amusement tickling in the back of her head. Taking a sip of the lukewarm beer and making a face, she passed the drink off to someone walking by, ignoring their shout of protest, and looked at Reagan. “I think I’m going to see if they’ve got decent jungle juice. You want anything?”

Reagan nodded, the smirk on her lips fading a little. Just a little. Giving Michaela a nod, “S’long as it’s at least halfway decent.” She looked back at Natalia, taking in her now withdrawn appearance. “On second thought, I don’t care how good it is. I need a drink, either way.” Tilting her head at the other brunette, she decided at the very least she could ask what was wrong. “So what’s your deal?” Maybe it wasn’t the best way. But Reagan never claimed to be good with her words. 

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zigorra​:

holsigr​:

Natalia just wanted one damn night of peace. The company she was with wasn’t the most entertaining in the world, but at least she wasn’t being dragged out to dance or being pawed at by some asinine talent-less freak. This week had been exhausting and excruciating when it had come to her practices, and even now she could feel the slight phantom ache in her wrists and elbows– Perks of being not quite human she guessed. With a hum, she reached to pluck one of the safer snacks from the kitchen counter and pop it into her mouth. 

Arms crossed over her stomach, she smiled at a joke from one and shot back with one of her own about one of their professors. The atmosphere she’d been enjoying was quickly broken, when her companions gazed turned. Michaela bumping her hip into her didn’t knock her off balance, but she did step back to put distance between her and the other two. What the hell? Looking up in confusion at one, and down at the other, her face twisted into annoyance once she processed that they were actually here and she wasn’t having some nightmare or hallucination. It didn’t help that they were both ogling the fuck out of her. One fucking show and one fucking near feeding session and they think she’s available.

“Don’t call me that. What the fuck are you doing here?” 

Michaela grinned, feeling distinctly smug that Reagan caught on to her game. It wasn’t that hard though and the sheer annoyance that radiated off of the heretic was positively delightful. The second of confusion and the shift into irritation, she couldn’t have imagined a better reaction. “Aw, babe two, don’t be like that.” Michaela slung her arm over Natalia’s shoulder, sloshing a little of the beer in her cup. “Sup, I’m Michaela,” she introduced herself to Natalia’s friends. She didn’t bother listening to them return their own names with a mumble and instead returned her attention to the brunette. “Don’t look so glum, honey. We’re just being polite.”

Reagan chuckled lightly at Michaela and then even more at the look on Natalia’s face. She was so angry. It was cute. She gave her friends an arrogant nod and introduced herself just the same. “Reagan.” And turned her attention to Natalia and Michaela. She could circle back around to them if need be. After the blonde’s quip, “Yeah, don’t be like that, sunshine.” She shot a smirk. “’Sides, isn’t it obvious?” She gestured around them. “We’re here for the fuckin’ party, obvs. What else would we be here for?”