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Skryra was leaning at the dinner table, resting her head in her arms and glaring harder than usual at the grotesque sight before her. Her partner, not romantically by any stretch but her combat partner, was letting that stupid bimbo paw all over him again.

Over the span of their partnership they had come across and now lived with two very different vampires, one being Tistel, a quiet but well mannered bloodsucker who usually kept to himself and couldn't be bothered with most things, and the other being her. Skryra snorted to herself as she thought about it, how Damien had even found her was beyond her, but Lyn had been nothing but a fucking nuisance to Skryra since meeting her.

Always pawing and throwing herself at Damien, and for some gods forsaken reason he allowed it, and even took her to fucking bed. As if letting that bimbo anywhere fucking near their his bed was a good fucking idea.

She huffed out loud, feeling her blood boil more and more as she watched the bitch trace her stupid, hot red nails across his bicep. The way she smirk and prodded at him ate at her core, made her feel so many stupid ugly things. At the very least, she could tell herself she wasn't into the bitch, even if she was by all accounts gorgeous. Her glowing yellow eyes, somehow always perfect makeup, the stupid red color of her hair that always matched her red stained lips after feeding...

She snorted and shook her head, trying to set herself straight. Instead, she finally called to him, whining and saying, "Daaaameinnnn, look at meeee". When she didn't get a response, not even a fucking twitch she called again, and when he still ignored her she just huffed and looked away, trying not let out an obvious, pouty whine.

Lyn laughed from across the table, clearly enjoying watching her discomfort through the side of her vision, going even harder as she got up onto the table and slid a finger under Damien's chin, moving his attention away from the file he was reading to her, before leaning in and kissing him, long and loud as to seemingly aggravate Skryra as much as she could.

It worked, all to well as Skryra quickly shot up, hand slamming on the table as she dug her fingers in and the chair clattered back behind her, spitting at Lyn as she started to turn away, "Fucking skank", of course this immediately got her attention and she pulled from the kiss and turned to her, eyes glowing at the challenge.

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"What did you call me, you stupid mutt?", She shot back, venom oozing from every word as she over enunciated her jab. And like that it was off, with Skryra spinning on her heel and stomping over and around the table to get right in Lyn's personal space, "You heard exactly what I fucking said, unless you're to much of a cum-dump to have any sort of fucking sense".

Damien did his best, trying to interject before a fight broke out, but failed as Lyn turned and grabbed her by the scruff of the neck, pulling her head back and hissing ,"Jealous fucking mutt, the fact that no one has taught you your place yet is despicable". Skryra struggled against her grip, growling right back at her and shoving against her, earning a quick but brutal slap from Lyn, instantly bloodying her lip as she then threw her to the side toward the open path to the living room.

She sauntered after her without a care in the world, giving Skryra plenty of time to stare at her beautiful ridiculous curvy body and long legs. She fought back the headache as she tried to get up, earning her a swift kick in the head. Tasting blood for the second time, she barely had time to do anything as she gasped, with Lyn crouching down and placing a knee on her chest, letting her weight fall onto her. She try to growl but could barley do more than whimper as the vampire grabbed her throat roughly and leaning in close to her, eyes filled with equal parts amusement and disgust.

She tightened her grip, feeling the werewolf's pulse quicken, realizing exactly what was going through her mind with every twitch and poorly held in gasp. She leaned close, letting her lips ghost over her sharp ear, chuckling as she whispered to her, "You know he'll never want you like he wants me. You're just a dirty little mutt, not even fighting to stay by his side, much less have him claim you. Stupid, greedy little pup".

Skryra writhed in her grasp, whimpering as her thoughts raced out of control, feeling a sudden shock like her whole body was struck by lighting, as Lyn licked over her bloodied lips, biting her just hard enough to make her gasp and give her entrance as she greedily kissed her, relishing in the confused struggle of the smaller woman as well as the metallic taste of her bloodied maw.

Skryra cursed her body as she felt herself loving losing the battle against the vampire, her eyes watery and stinging as she felt the woman pull away, smirking in contempt and victory, simply getting up and calling to Damien to whisk her away.

The werewolf stayed were she was covering her face with an elbow and sighing, knowing that the other was most likely watching her form the shadows, not know what to make of any of this fucked situation. She sighed, gathering herself and sitting up slowly, wiping her eyes as she thought to herself, "If this is how it's gonna be for now, it's gonna be a long ride...".