"HOW NICE OF YOU TO JOIN ME, NATALIA.."
"IT'S ACTUALLY NATASHA, BUT, CLOSE ENOUGH.."
"WHATEVER DUMBASS.."
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loss
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plural noun: losses
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"Losing someone you love, it doesn't ever go a...
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"YOU'RE A SIREN..."
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Narrowing her eyes at the growing smile on her face, a chill runs up her spine, something in the back of her head telling her something was off. Well, even more off than it already was. Watching Thelxiepeia carefully, her eyes slowly shift to the closed office door, her smile growing even more as she stares at the door.
Something in her gut churns at the sinister glint in Thelxiepeia's eyes, it's a taunting 'I know something that you don't'. How could she be so arrogant? Especially with a blade just millimeters away from slitting her throat? Better yet, why was she so smug? What did she know that she wasn't telling her?
"Why are you smiling?" Luke growls, pressing the blade deeper into her neck.
"How's your daddy doing, Natasha? He must be so worried about you, I mean going out on your own? Without telling him? You know better than to leave without calling him." Thelxiepeia tuts, shaking her head.
"I⎯What did you just say?" Natasha stutters out, furrowing her brows together.
"I said, how's your daddy doing, Natasha?" Thelxiepeia mocks, her eyes dart back to the office door.
Following her stare, she looks at the office door then back to Thelxiepeia, the feeling in her gut worsens. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Glaring holes at Thelxiepeia, she flashes her a big blood smile, only it's not gold dust in her teeth. It's red. Monsters don't have red blood. That means it had to be human blood. Her heart drops to her stomach. Was that⎯Who's blood was that?
'Natasha~'
"Watch her!" She orders, bolting to the office door.
"Natasha, she's playing mind games with you. He's not there, he's back at the apartment." Luke argues, but she doesn't listen.
"I said, don't let her out of your fucking sight!" She reiterated, her voice raising in volume.
Grabbing the door handle, she jingles it back and forth, but it's locked. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Taking a step back, she doesn't hesitate to kick the office door open with as much force that she can muster. It lets out a loud sickening crack. Taking another step back, she kicks it again and again, not stopping until a hole forms. Giving one last kick, the door caves in, a hole forming just above the handle.
Digging her hand into the hole, she ignores all of the splinters she may get from doing this, feeling around for the lock. Where was it? Where was it? Where the fuck was it at? Feeling it, she unlocks the office door, swinging it open in a flash. The stench of blood instantly fills the air. Every fiber in her being telling her something was wrong. She needed to find her Dad now.
"Dad?! Dad?!" She calls out frantically.
"Natasha, he's not here!" Luke argues, "Let's just deal with her and go home!"
