Killers Never Die

How Much Drama Can Fit In One Week

"I thought you were dead, Medvezhonok." Vladimir chuckled as he walked into his office and found Tyler sitting at his desk. "Honestly, I'm getting offended at how easy everyone seems to think it is to kill me." Tyler huffed in mock annoyance. "It takes more than a lousy bullet to kill my little bear." Vlad said as he pulled her into a hug. "So what brings you home?" he asked as he poured them both a glass of vodka. "I just need to clear my head, and you're the best in that business." Tyler chuckled darkly, referring to when Vladimir used to chop off the heads of the people he killed.

"You shouldn't speak of those things, little one." he said as he looked through the files and papers on his desk. She shrugged and made her self comfortable by sprawling out across the couch. "What about that Son you almost married? Happy?" he asked and she sighed. "I'm still with him, he just doesn't trust me at all, which I completely understand. It's just so infuriating to have him always trying to care of me, like the whole point of it when we first started hooking up was that we didn't really care as long as we both got what we wanted." Tyler groaned into the soft leather of the couch, the feel of it on her skin making her think of the feel of Hap's kutte against her cheek.

"He loves you, he wants to keep you safe, as do I." Vladimir started but Tyler gave him a look telling him to choose his next words very carefully. "Mikhail will be arriving tomorrow, he's been away on holiday with an American girl. Please don't get blood on my house." Vlad sighed. "Oh relax. You act like I spend all my time killing. By the way is Uncle here?" she asked. "In his room." Vladimir nodded. She pecked Vladimir on the cheek and walked off. She knocked on Uncle's bedroom door and he opened it and gasped before pulling her into a tight hug. "Ah! Little bear, yes come in come in." he said excitedly as he pulled her into his room.

"What do you need?" he asked as he smiled down at her. "More stars." she sighed. "Tattoos or..?" he trailed off. "Tattoos." she said and he nodded and walked to the other side of the room to set up his kit. "Your American does tattoos, no?" he asked. "He does, but he isn't too fond of what I have to do to get them." Tyler sighed. She took her shirt off and sat down in the chair. "I thought he had some himself? The faces." he asked. "Yeah, but it's different." she sighed as began tattooing her. "So how many?" he asked. "Thirty-three." she mumbled and he laughed. "That's my little bear!" he said happily.

When he had finished tattooing her she thanked him again and went back to Vlad's room. "Can I sleep on the couch?" she asked, pointing to the one in the corner of his office. "Go to your room, Medvezhonok." he snapped. "Is something wrong?" she asked, frowning at him. He spun around in his chair so that he was facing her, a glare set deep on his face. "Go to your room." he growled. "Night, Vlad." she sighed and walked out. She headed up the marble staircase and stalked through the halls until she reached the room she had stayed in when she was younger. It was exactly how she's left it. She smiled and laid on the bed.

She decided she should call Happy and let him know she was alright.

"Hello?" he rasped on the first ring.

"How are you?" she asked, smiling up at the ceiling.

"Horny, a little pissed off." he said and she could practically hear the shrug in his voice.

"Hap." she sighed, not wanting to fight.

"What? I told you not to go and you went anyway. You want to be an Old Lady and Old Ladies do what they're told, I'm allowed to be pissed off." he growled.

"Happy, I'm done fighting with you about this. I'll be home in a few days, I was just calling to let you know I wasn't dead." she snapped and hung up.

"Tyler! Tyler, God dammit!" he groaned as he realized she had hung up.

"What'd she say?" Opie chuckled. "She'll be back in a few days." Happy growled and strutted out of the clubhouse and to his bike.