[Imma start a thing anyway you can reply whenever kay] "Heads up," Betsy called out lazily, seconds after she had thrown the knife from the kitchen block at the blonde's head. She almost hoped it would hit the girl, if only to elect a response from her.
If she couldnât hear the knife being drawn out of the wooden block (she could), then she could certainly sense it. Even provided how enticing the book was, the blonde still had the sense to shift slightly. The tip of the knife just barely grazing her ear and hitting the wall with a clattering sound. Apart from this movement, Bolest gave Betsy no other response.Â
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âWoah, what?â Betsy hissed. She scrambled upright, glaring at the blonde who sat rubbing her head. âWhat do you mean, youâre not doing this?âShe quickly crossed the room, bending down to grab the front of Bolestâs shirt and haul her to her feet.
âYou donât just get to decide that you suddenly donât want to do this, not after you just slammed my head into the floor hard enough to crack the marble.â She looked the other woman up and down, her eyes hardening and turning dark red. âWeâre doing this.â She pushed Bolest roughly away from herself with a raised eyebrow. âRight. Now.â
â You heard me, I donât want to do this. And I especially donât want to see your  face right in mine today, tomorrow or ever for that matter. â She spat, stumbling as the vampire pushed her back. Betsy could threaten her with cheap talk all she liked, Bolest wasnât going to give in voluntarily. Why couldnât she just understand that she wanted to be left alone?Â
Betsy was just an inconvenience, too loud and too brash for Bolestâs liking. Where ever she went, there was always some sort of noise going on with her. - And Bolest hated it.    â Fuck you, I donât have to do shit. â The blonde took three steps back, crossing her arms over her chest. She wasnât going to do it.Â
                 She wasnât going to do it.Â
For whatever reason, Bolest refusing to fight her was the last straw. Betsy snapped. She didnât think, couldnât think, she just reacted. She leaped at Bolest in a rage, her blonde hair flying out behind her, eyes the colour of blood. She raised a fist and hit Bolest so hard in the jaw that had Bolest been human her jaw would have shattered. Without giving the other time to react, she grabbed the slender neck and threw Bolest across the room again, as hard as she could.
This bitch is going to die. She was tired of this bitch and her lack of fucking emotion. She was going to kill Bolest if it was the last thing she did; if she could figure out how to before she got her head ripped off her shoulders anyway.
âMaybe this will change your mind,â she said, lifting Bolest in her arms easily and forcing her head to the side before she bit down harder then was necessary, relishing the taste of her blood.















