its dark inside | vamp au | skye & nadezhda
Skye always had a sour life. Not that she ever told anyone about it. She'd never let anyone in, not even the three other girls who she'd been living with since her first nineteenth birthday, that was over ninety years ago. You see it was a cold summer night in 1909, her parents kicked her out and well you'll have to figure out the rest if she even trusts you enough to tell you. Which is a rare thing all in itself. She's the cold hearted one, the one who really doesn't care if your emotions get hurt or if you don't like her. Heck for her it'd better if the world hated her. But sadly that was hardly a possibility in her mind.
They lived in a big house, a mansion bigger than that celebrity with the hot ex girlfriend that has millions of girls fawning over him. That beaver kid, or whatever. Vampires aren't stupid they know how to get money. They're like the cartel of the undead. The house is pretty much big enough to get lost in really, Skye probably would have gotten lost if it weren't for the vampire senses. Anyways usually the people you live with are a part o your clan or they were all from the same person who bit you but no, the four girls who lived in the house grouped up and moved in together, or so they say. Anyways, no one knows and no one dares to ask. So it's a secret that they don't tell others.
Anyways Skye's bothered by the fact that ever since they got this new little pet they've been like love sick puppies behind her. Only sucking out of her when she says its okay and all that kind of dopey shit. They are called blood slaves for a reason, not blood girlfriends. She hates the damn girl and they treat her like a princess. Even giving her a room on the first floor, hell she lives in the attic which is a wonder all in itself.
The crimson haired girl leans on the balcony elbows holding her up and cigarette perching in-between her pointer and middle finger bringing it up to her lips and letting out small puffs of smoke filled air every now and then. They're inside watching TV in the living room behind her and that pet is sitting their in-between all of them and she just needed air so thats exactly what she's getting. Not even bothering to turn around even though she feels a stare on her back and can hear whatever they're saying.