Lifeblood

The new schoolyear had just started and Dragomir was already pretty exhausted. Her small website had grown in popularity lately and it was keeping her so busy and on top of tha Drago had her school projects and business management assignments. She felt sorry for Dick for making him listen to Drago's tired rants and having to deal with a pissy lover in general. So Drago was unwinding today, shopping for a bit. She was even considering buying some new sexy outfit to surprise Dick. He always said Drago was beautiful no matter what but that didn't mean little enhancement hurt anyone.

Drago was standing in front of an exotic lingerie store window with a slight smile and a contemplating look on her face, she was considering if she should go in or just memorize the clothes on the window and try an duplicate them later. It'd be a lot cheaper to make her own sexy outfits, now that Drago thought about it.
That was when Drago sensed her and the smile disappeared from her face. She could sense lust demons and vampires, and this feeling was a vampire. Drago turned to look and, if that was even possible, paled when she saw a familiar and rather unpleasant face. When they had first and briefly met Dick had gotten aggravated at how she had looked at Dragomir, and now Drago knew exactly who this woman was.
Shiro's so-called girlfriend.

Drago, though so very scared, frowned in anger and observed the vampire before her. She was attractive, like all vampires. Like Dragomir. But Dragomir was beyond looks and she knew how this person was. And when she talked to Drago like an old friend she felt repulsed, but tried not to let it show. Too much. Drago didn't bother smiling back when she turned to face Anya.
"Yes, I remember you. Can I help you?"
Anya answered that question quickly enough, and as she took a small step closer Drago fought the urge to take a huge step back.
"Nice little chat? Really? About what exactly?"

Dragomir didn't feel flattered at all to be complimented by Anya, and the fanged grin made fear flash through her mind. And Drago could tell Anya could see her fear and enjoyed it. She was a main example of why Drago still feared vampires. And although Drago knew she shouldn't show fear to this person she couldn't help but to clutch her bag tight.

Drago wanted to instantly reject that invitation for coffee, just the thought was very unpleasant because Drago didn't want to be closer than 2 meters to this woman, much less across from her. But Drago couldn't exactly act all nice about it, she couldn't lie. But she didn't want to cause a scene either.
"No offense, but I'd rather not have coffee with you."

Drago frowned at the fact that the first thing Anya wanted to talk about was blood. She squeezed her bag a bit and looked away.
"I'm not a vampire...not entirely, at least."
Drago flinched slightly when Anya so obviously hinted to the fact she knew that Drago knew about her and Shiro. Drago sent a small glare at the woman before she coud stop herself, and wanted to grimace at the fact that Anya called her a beauty. Drago didn't want to be called that by anyone except her boyfriend.
"All I want to do is for you to stay away from 'cats'. Your presence is obviously not good for them."

Anya's flirting, if you could call it that, was getting worse and Drago was feeling more and more disgusted. Normally she could brush flirting off or hit the person with the classic "I have a boyfriend" line. But neither would work on this woman. Especially since this "flirting" was really hitting where it hurt.
"That's inappropriate and I want you to stop."

Drago's disgusted was accompanied by anger when Anya talked about training, and she almost snarled. Her upper lip twitched, wanting to bare her slightly elongated fangs. But Drago pulled her anger back, though it was still visible in her softly glowing eyes.
"You and me both know what and who you're talking about, and I advice you to stop talking about them like that. If you know what's good for you."

Drago felt wounded that Anya had the gall to compare them, like Dragomir was anywhere near Anya. She frowned and glared at the woman, refusing to admit that her jab had found its goal. And it ached.
"I'm nothing like you, don't compare us. If I ever keep anyone around it's because I care about them, nothing more or less."

Drago peered at Anya, condecendingly now, because she had just said something that pretty much rendered all her words meaningless for Drago. She wasn't being honest with herself?
If Drago wasn't honest with herself she'd die.
"You don't know me, Anya, but I know enough about you to know that your words have no power over me. I know how you really are, you don't fool me."
Dragomir's voice and eyes had new determination as she looked at Anya firmly, and loosened the hold on her bag. This was all a game for Anya, why should Drago be serious about it? Why should she even care?

Drago knew Anya would brush off her comment anout Shiro, and looked how the woman circled her. Dragomir felt panic swell, when a trauma from the past lifted its head. But she pushed it back and just glared at Anya. But once she stopped in front of Drago, and brought up the subject that hurt Drago the most she frowned. Because Anya was partly right, Drago liked sex, and had used her aura to draw in people. That was what it had been made for, and Drago couldn't control it. And the last part was just vicious and slashed Drago deep. But she kept a determined, angry expression as she looked at Anya.
"You're good. But I repeat, you don't know me. You don't know how I live my life, who I have sex with, where I get my blood. Or why I befriend people. But I know why you draw people in. Because your type is easy to read."

Just hearing Dick's name out of Anya's mouth made Drago want to snarl, but that was exactly what Anya wanted so Drago just looked at her with cold eyes.
"I won't explain anything about my relationships to you."
Drago said with steely voice and crossed her arms. She straight up ignored Anya calling her babe, Drago was quite sure they both knew Anya wasn't going to get anywhere with her flirting besides making Drago hate her even more.

Drago had ages ago guessed Anya was not loyal, not in the least. But Drago refused to comment on that, and just kept her cold and steely eyes on Anya. Her rage was turning from firey to cold and hard anger, and though Anya's last comment about Shiro made Drago spark and grit her teeth Drago forbid herself from snapping.
"You are using Shiro, and are smart enough to know their weak spots. What Shiro reads isn't the real you, it's the disgusting facade you put up."
Drago took a breath and glared at Anya.
"I think we are about done here. I don't want to hear anything else you have to say, and I will be happy to see it when you get what you deserve."
With those words Dragomir attempted to walk past Anya and leave.