Dead-Or-Not

It's been a little over a week since Dr. Miranda Lewis moved in with us. Nikki's absolutely bent on making her life and consequently mine a mess. She's not speaking to me, spending her free time with cleaning Wolf's wounds. Wolf's still in bad shape, but better. Miranda's been making all kinds of tests on her blood. I've been transforming the basement into a lab she can use for her research. Wolf's being her grumpy self with me, not as much with Nikki though. She accepted Miranda pretty well. I expected quite a lot more animosity from her, exceptions are pretty common these days and shouldn't take me so much by surprise anymore. However the

“Crap ... crap ... crap!!!” I curse while running. How on Earth did the bastards find us anyway? I just ran into a group of those Special Forces responsible for finding and whipping out vampires and Lycans. They stopped me and shoved a picture of someone into my face asking if I knew the person. I first gave them a cold stare for their rudeness, took the photo and looked. If I didn’t have the discipline to withhold my emotions I bet my eyes would have popped out at that exact moment. I was looking at a picture of Nikki and Wolf in the back. Since I was unsure who they were actually looking for I gave them a polite smile

Aaaand here we are, standing in a row for entrance into the club. You might be asking yourself what exactly is going on, well let me tell you. Nikki wanted to go to a club, to make matters more complicated, a gay club, I scowled at that. Like I'm not anti-social enough, she goes and drags me to a room full of potential night snacks, I rolled my eyes at the notion. She insisted to go and I insisted I’m not gonna go with her. I was hoping to get the idea out of her head, but as you can see that was not the case. I was under no circumstances going to let her go alone. I eventually succumbed, how could I not, she gave me that look with tho

I step into the chilled night and take a good long breath. Wolf really knows how to push my buttons, and then I go and fuck up with Nikki too. I squeeze my eyes tight and shake my head. I fucked up, royally if I might add and I know it. It's just.... I've never been good at any kind of relationship, even when I was still a mortal. I had maybe 5 friends and even those I held at arms length, never letting anyone through the massively thick walls I built around myself. But I was an odd one, I kept people out so *I* wouldn’t hurt *them* or disappoint them. For many other people with walls it’s to keep themselves mostly unhurt. M