Vyral

Chapter 14: Part 4 - Don't mention it

As they return to the Community Center and turn into the right wing, they're greeted by none other than a stranger, who seems to be one of the other tenants staying here for the night. She is barefoot and dressed in a single black t-shirt that veils her upper body and stops around mid thigh.

She's not too tall, but isn't on the short side either. Long, wavy black hair, that slightly curves outwards at the tips, covers her shoulders and a chain tattoo that wraps around her neck.

It seems like her wrists and ankles have also been tattooed, although it is too dark to see. Myra finds her taste quite uncommon. She looks gothic.

Backed against the wall, next to Myra and Orton's room, she spins the keyring on her index finger.

???: "Yo ladies, got a minute?

Her soft voice, slightly deeper than the average girl, almost sounds like calm teasing.

Myra glances at her mother and exhales. Is this another weirdo who's just looking for thrills in her life the same way those royals were? Does she want to fight or what?

Myra: "Sure.. what is it?" She snarls.

???: "Don't get so worked up girly, I simply have a few questions." She steps herself out of the darkness. The warm light emanating from the candle-filled chandelier above them, softly lights her jade green eyes, sitting within the sockets surrounded by soft dark circles. Her lipstick is black, and there's another chain tattoo on her right thigh.

Myra: "Hey, watch your tone!!" She snarls, Myrellie's hand stopping her from advancing.
Myrellie: "Who's to say we'll answer?" She softly rubs Myra's shoulder.

???: "Hmmmm who knows..? Maybe the boy sleeping inside this room?"

She calmly slides her palm over her thigh, raising her shirt as she pulls her hand over the side of her body and places it on the middle of the door, revealing her black fingertips.

Myra steps forth immediately, facing her head on.
"What did you do to him!?"

???: "Nothin' babe!! I might've snuggled him a little bit.. I was cooold~." She grins.

Myra grabs her by the shirt, wrinkles between her eyes, fist ready to strike her cheek.
"You fucking slut!"

Myrellie: "Myra!! She's just provoking you!" The girl's head turns when Myrellie grabs her shoulder, showing the keys she's holding. "I locked both doors before we went for a walk. Those keys are a fluke."

???: "Aweeee maan!! I really thought that would work!! What a shaaame..." She drags her voice through an innocent looking smile, tapping Myra's wrists as a hint to release her.

The blonde struggles to do so, upper lip twitching at her frivolous attempts to calm down. What else is this bitch gonna do when she's released??

There is no other choice but to find out.

Myra: "What do you want?"
???: "Haha!! Wouldn't yooou like to know?" She pokes her in the chest.
Myra: "Bitch what!? You're the one standing here and pissing me off!"

???: "Relaaaax Myraaa, I'm messing with yooouu." She steps closer, holding the blonde's face and leaning forth to kiss her lips, which the girl pushes her off for.

Salem: "Hmhmmm~~ You should listen to the lady behind you~ You're too teeeense babe~ Loosen uuup~" She drags her hands to Myra's trap muscles and squeezes them softly.