Between Daylight And Darkness - Companion Piece One
Title: Between Daylight And Darkness - Companion Piece
Part: 1/5 Leave All Your Love And Your Loving Behind You Can't Carry It With You If You Want To Survive
Pairing: Katie/Effy, Naomi/Emily
Rating: M (violent imagination, horror themes, swearing)
Word Count: 2126
Disclaimer: I don't own, or claim to own, anything related to Skins. Borrowing the characters and throwing them into an entirely different universe altogether. I also don't own Twilight, and wouldn't ever want to. Chapter title from Florence And The Machine's 'Dog Days Are Over'.
Summary: Katie misses the old days. Won't make much sense if you haven't read Between Daylight And Darkness as it's set around that timeline.
Leave All Your Love And Your Loving Behind You Can't Carry It With You If You Want To Survive
She loved the taste of blood.
Katie smirked, scanning the crowd of sweating teenagers around her. Come on, she thought, tilting her head and listening. The music was too loud to pick much out, and most of the thoughts around her were scattered. The usual shit, really. She narrowed her eyes because fuck she hated people. A tosser on her left was staring into her cleavage and wondering what it would feel like to titty fuck her, and she barely managed to keep her fingernails from clawing his eyes out. Once, she would’ve attached herself to him, easy pickings really. He’d count himself lucky that she noticed his existence, and she’d have no qualms ending his useless life.
But that was the fucking problem, wasn’t it? She couldn’t kill anymore. Had committed to being a goody fucking two shoes so her twat of a sister could deal with killer’s remorse. She snorted, moving away from the tosser eyeing her tits, moving deeper onto the dance floor. She’d never had killer’s remorse. Ever.
How could she when she could hear everything their pathetic little brains thought, if she wanted to? When she could get the truth of someone without even knowing them, could hear their basest desires, could listen to the darkest parts of them that sometimes even they couldn’t hear.
She felt her lip curling with contempt as a fuckwit behind her pressed his hips against her arse, and she felt his erection press into her. She would’ve torn it off in the old days. She smirked. The good old days. Fuck she missed them.
None of this blending in shit. None of this going to college and learning about the modern fucking world shit. None of this desire to fuck a human beyond feeding off them.
She hated Naomi.
She saw them, making out in the middle of the dance floor, so close to each other she wondered how Emily could stand it. Could hold herself back from ripping Naomi’s head off and catching the resulting fountain of blood in her mouth like it was rain. Katie shivered. She missed killing.
Fuck anyone who thought she was a monster because of it. What did they know? JJ could fuck himself with his judgement. Fucking loser.
She stopped moving, glaring toward her sister and the uppity cow she couldn’t keep her lips or hands off. She shut her eyes suddenly as she saw where her sister had taken Naomi to. Saw the fantasy of her sister’s hand between Naomi’s legs in the college toilets. Katie’s eyes flew open, and she barely managed to stop from snarling because her sister was fucking stupid.
She moved away from them, had to or she couldn’t avoid listening in on Naomi, nor the mounting urge to actually kill her. It would solve all her fucking problems, wouldn’t it? Emily would be so devastated she’d swear off mortals forever, and they could go back to having some fucking fun instead of this pseudo normal teenager lifestyle they were poorly imitating.
She weaved her way through bodies, ignoring anyone who looked at her, struggling to block out what they wanted to stick in various parts of her. She wanted to kill them all, resented that she wouldn’t. Resented that Emily had that much sway over her choices, and that she loved her sister enough to go through with them.
She stopped, seeing Effy with her arms wrapped around a tall boy, her mouth on his neck. They were in a dark corner, and his eyes were rolling in the back of his head, his arms hanging limply by his sides. Effy pulled away from him, slowly, and Katie watched her quickly bite her thumb open, smearing the blood on his neck and healing the bite marks. Effy turned away from him as he slumped against the wall, sliding down it.
Katie smirked as Effy licked her lips, spotting her and smirking back.
If Tony wasn’t Effy’s brother, and if she didn’t love him as much as she loved Emily, Katie might’ve considered fucking the whole thing off and taking Effy with her. Effy missed the killing as much as she did, she was sure of it. They’d loved it together, after all. She felt her fangs extend the slightest bit as she remembered the look on Effy’s face, right as the heart of whoever was between them stopped, right as the body jerked and stilled, and the blood was still surging into her mouth, into Effy’s mouth, and Effy would gaze at her. Then, always then, Effy would pull her head roughly to her own, would press open mouthed kisses against her lips, sharing the blood back and forth between them.
She felt her fangs get a little longer. Fuck, she needed to feed and soon or the pain would start. Effy walked slowly toward her, eyes rolling back in her head and arms raised above her, swaying with the music. Katie stood still, her eyes narrowed in hunger, and lust, and waited until Effy was close enough before she started to sway in time, turning in place. Effy wrapped her arms around her from behind.
“Taking your time.” She laughed darkly into Katie’s ear.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to stop from killing tonight, babes.” Katie murmured thickly, turning her head toward Effy, smelling the blood on her breath. Her fangs fully extended, and she shuddered.
A boy was watching them, sweating, smiling. She kept her mouth closed, listening to his thoughts. He was scattered as hell, entranced by her and Effy together, imagining himself in the middle and fucking them both to ridiculous heights of pleasure that she knew he could never deliver on. She smirked, extending her hand and beckoning toward him. Fuck it, she was hungry.
Effy moved her hands down over her hips, chuckling against her hair. “Careful, Tiger.” She licked the outside of Katie’s ear gently, and smiled at the boy.
He danced eagerly in front of them, and Effy laughed loudly when Katie roughly grabbed his hips and pulled him into the front of her. She watched the boy staring down into Katie’s cleavage, couldn’t blame him for liking the view. Katie was sandwiched between them, and Effy stared into the boy’s eyes when his head was tilted up and Katie latched onto his neck without so much as a pause.
Katie felt the boy’s neck open and liquid life pour into her mouth. She groaned, feeling Effy’s grip tighten on her hips. Effy hadn’t done this in a long time, been so close to her, partaken in a human with her. Not that she was feeding with Katie, but she was here, pressing into her back, placing soft kisses on her shoulder.
Katie drank, and drank. She could feel the boy weakening, could feel his mind scattering further, felt the point of no return fast approaching. Part of her didn’t want to stop, didn’t care if he died right there. She felt Effy leaning into her, gently pulling Katie’s hair back and leaning in to press her lips against her ear.
“Stop.” Effy commanded gently, and Katie rolled her eyes and pushed the boy off her.
He stumbled backwards, into other dancers, their hands on him all that kept him upright. Katie heard their annoyed thoughts, their judgements against him knowing his limits, and laughed.
“Fuck that’s better.” Her fangs had retracted, and she felt full. Something else, something in the blood, made the lights around her brighter, an elation settling in her stomach.
“Katie.” Effy’s voice was low, and Katie frowned because who the fuck cared if she left bite marks. She turned, raising an eyebrow in challenge to Effy, who gazed back at her with a small smile on her face. Effy reached a hand up to Katie’s face, wiping a drop of blood from the corner of Katie’s mouth with her thumb and drawing it into her own mouth, sucking it slowly.
Katie licked her bottom lip, feeling ridiculous and fucking good. Fuck Naomi. Fuck her stupid sister for getting carried away with the dumb twat, too. Effy shook her head at her, sliding past her to find the boy, biting her thumb on the way. Katie wanted to laugh.
Fuck Naomi. Fuck her sister. Effy was still on her side, at least.
V^^^^^V
“How did you know she was it for you?”
Katie frowned, recognising her sister’s voice, stopping and waiting.
“Oh, well, I just felt it. Yeah, felt it. Knew I wanted her and that was it.”
Why the fuck was Emily talking about this to Sid?
“Did you tell her before or after you turned her?”
Katie cocked her head to the side, unseen by her sister or Sid around the corner from where they were. She was meant to be waiting outside for Effy to pull up, but she waited, hoping she wasn’t right in knowing where this was going.
“Er, well, not really. But I was younger then, and lacked self confidence. Besides, she was half dead anyway. Thought I was doing her a favour.”
Katie rolled her eyes. Sid and Cassie belonged together, for fuck’s sake. Did her stupid twat sister honestly think Naomi was anything more than a quick snack?
“Oh. And was she angry when she found out? After you turned her?”
Katie’s eyes narrowed. What the fuck was her sister planning?
“Monumentally. Didn’t talk to me for twenty years nearly.”
Sid laughed, and Katie heard him walking toward her.
“Oh.”
Her sister sounded disappointed, and Katie felt her hands balling into fists. She stalked around the corner, seeing her sister sitting sullenly on the lounge and Sid smiling at her as he passed.
“What the fuck, Ems?” Katie watched as Emily looked up at her, shrugging.
“What the fuck what, Katie?” Emily asked, sounding strangely resigned.
“Why were you talking to Sid just now?” She heard a car pulling up outside, and decided they could fucking wait for her.
Emily just shrugged. “Because I don’t know what to do.”
Katie felt some of her anger dip slightly. She hated seeing Emily weak. Had always hated it. Had turned her in the first place to avoid it.
“About that sad bitch Naomi? Who the fuck cares, Ems. Stop inviting her out, for one. Come back to college, for two. I can’t believe you’re ditching just because you want to avoid her. Fuck’s sake, she’ll be dead before you know it. Just kill her and get it over with.” Katie moved to sit beside her sister, touching her back with what she thought was a reassuring hand.
Emily looked at her, frowning, leaning away. “I don’t want to kill her. Fuck, Katie. It’s what I’m the most fucking afraid of, alright?” Emily stood, shaking her head, storming out of the room.
Katie threw her hands up.
“I couldn’t convince her either, princess.” Cook was leaning against the door frame, and when she looked at him he nodded toward the window. “Come on, Ef’s waiting for us.”
She stood, smoothing out her skirt. She’d never seen her sister like this, and it shat her up the wall. She wanted to wrap her hands around Naomi’s throat, and squeeze until her pious holier than thou internal monologue was shut up forever.
V^^^^^V
She heard Thomas thinking it. It was loud, determined. JJ thought it too, but quieter, more contemplative. Still determined though, and she paused when she realised they were planning it for the night ahead.
She grabbed Emily’s hand, pulling her back as they walked out of the college, Effy leading Naomi on ahead of them toward the car park.
“What?” Emily turned to her, frowning, and Katie opened her mouth.
“Tonight,” She started, then stopped when Naomi turned around to briefly smile at Emily, and she watched her sister’s face soften. She gave Naomi one of the most sickening smiles she’d ever seen in her life, and something inside Katie snarled. “I’m going with Michelle and Tony, yeah?” She said, watching as her sister shrugged.
She would’ve felt bad about it, about knowing about it beforehand, particularly if she’d known how upset her sister would become. But instead she felt excited. This farce that Naomi was in with them would be ended. Naomi would be horrified, and if she was too much trouble, they’d have to kill her. She wanted to smile, because fuck she hoped Naomi would threaten broadcasting their secret to the world. Maybe she’d get to be the one to get rid of her.
Besides, she thought as Naomi got into the back seat of the car, smiling and talking to Emily, giggling when Emily made jokes that weren’t even funny, besides. She’d always love her sister more than Naomi ever could.
V^^^^^V
Effy
Part: 1/5 Leave All Your Love And Your Loving Behind You Can't Carry It With You If You Want To Survive
Pairing: Katie/Effy, Naomi/Emily
Rating: M (violent imagination, horror themes, swearing)
Word Count: 2126
Disclaimer: I don't own, or claim to own, anything related to Skins. Borrowing the characters and throwing them into an entirely different universe altogether. I also don't own Twilight, and wouldn't ever want to. Chapter title from Florence And The Machine's 'Dog Days Are Over'.
Summary: Katie misses the old days. Won't make much sense if you haven't read Between Daylight And Darkness as it's set around that timeline.
Leave All Your Love And Your Loving Behind You Can't Carry It With You If You Want To Survive
She loved the taste of blood.
Katie smirked, scanning the crowd of sweating teenagers around her. Come on, she thought, tilting her head and listening. The music was too loud to pick much out, and most of the thoughts around her were scattered. The usual shit, really. She narrowed her eyes because fuck she hated people. A tosser on her left was staring into her cleavage and wondering what it would feel like to titty fuck her, and she barely managed to keep her fingernails from clawing his eyes out. Once, she would’ve attached herself to him, easy pickings really. He’d count himself lucky that she noticed his existence, and she’d have no qualms ending his useless life.
But that was the fucking problem, wasn’t it? She couldn’t kill anymore. Had committed to being a goody fucking two shoes so her twat of a sister could deal with killer’s remorse. She snorted, moving away from the tosser eyeing her tits, moving deeper onto the dance floor. She’d never had killer’s remorse. Ever.
How could she when she could hear everything their pathetic little brains thought, if she wanted to? When she could get the truth of someone without even knowing them, could hear their basest desires, could listen to the darkest parts of them that sometimes even they couldn’t hear.
She felt her lip curling with contempt as a fuckwit behind her pressed his hips against her arse, and she felt his erection press into her. She would’ve torn it off in the old days. She smirked. The good old days. Fuck she missed them.
None of this blending in shit. None of this going to college and learning about the modern fucking world shit. None of this desire to fuck a human beyond feeding off them.
She hated Naomi.
She saw them, making out in the middle of the dance floor, so close to each other she wondered how Emily could stand it. Could hold herself back from ripping Naomi’s head off and catching the resulting fountain of blood in her mouth like it was rain. Katie shivered. She missed killing.
Fuck anyone who thought she was a monster because of it. What did they know? JJ could fuck himself with his judgement. Fucking loser.
She stopped moving, glaring toward her sister and the uppity cow she couldn’t keep her lips or hands off. She shut her eyes suddenly as she saw where her sister had taken Naomi to. Saw the fantasy of her sister’s hand between Naomi’s legs in the college toilets. Katie’s eyes flew open, and she barely managed to stop from snarling because her sister was fucking stupid.
She moved away from them, had to or she couldn’t avoid listening in on Naomi, nor the mounting urge to actually kill her. It would solve all her fucking problems, wouldn’t it? Emily would be so devastated she’d swear off mortals forever, and they could go back to having some fucking fun instead of this pseudo normal teenager lifestyle they were poorly imitating.
She weaved her way through bodies, ignoring anyone who looked at her, struggling to block out what they wanted to stick in various parts of her. She wanted to kill them all, resented that she wouldn’t. Resented that Emily had that much sway over her choices, and that she loved her sister enough to go through with them.
She stopped, seeing Effy with her arms wrapped around a tall boy, her mouth on his neck. They were in a dark corner, and his eyes were rolling in the back of his head, his arms hanging limply by his sides. Effy pulled away from him, slowly, and Katie watched her quickly bite her thumb open, smearing the blood on his neck and healing the bite marks. Effy turned away from him as he slumped against the wall, sliding down it.
Katie smirked as Effy licked her lips, spotting her and smirking back.
If Tony wasn’t Effy’s brother, and if she didn’t love him as much as she loved Emily, Katie might’ve considered fucking the whole thing off and taking Effy with her. Effy missed the killing as much as she did, she was sure of it. They’d loved it together, after all. She felt her fangs extend the slightest bit as she remembered the look on Effy’s face, right as the heart of whoever was between them stopped, right as the body jerked and stilled, and the blood was still surging into her mouth, into Effy’s mouth, and Effy would gaze at her. Then, always then, Effy would pull her head roughly to her own, would press open mouthed kisses against her lips, sharing the blood back and forth between them.
She felt her fangs get a little longer. Fuck, she needed to feed and soon or the pain would start. Effy walked slowly toward her, eyes rolling back in her head and arms raised above her, swaying with the music. Katie stood still, her eyes narrowed in hunger, and lust, and waited until Effy was close enough before she started to sway in time, turning in place. Effy wrapped her arms around her from behind.
“Taking your time.” She laughed darkly into Katie’s ear.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to stop from killing tonight, babes.” Katie murmured thickly, turning her head toward Effy, smelling the blood on her breath. Her fangs fully extended, and she shuddered.
A boy was watching them, sweating, smiling. She kept her mouth closed, listening to his thoughts. He was scattered as hell, entranced by her and Effy together, imagining himself in the middle and fucking them both to ridiculous heights of pleasure that she knew he could never deliver on. She smirked, extending her hand and beckoning toward him. Fuck it, she was hungry.
Effy moved her hands down over her hips, chuckling against her hair. “Careful, Tiger.” She licked the outside of Katie’s ear gently, and smiled at the boy.
He danced eagerly in front of them, and Effy laughed loudly when Katie roughly grabbed his hips and pulled him into the front of her. She watched the boy staring down into Katie’s cleavage, couldn’t blame him for liking the view. Katie was sandwiched between them, and Effy stared into the boy’s eyes when his head was tilted up and Katie latched onto his neck without so much as a pause.
Katie felt the boy’s neck open and liquid life pour into her mouth. She groaned, feeling Effy’s grip tighten on her hips. Effy hadn’t done this in a long time, been so close to her, partaken in a human with her. Not that she was feeding with Katie, but she was here, pressing into her back, placing soft kisses on her shoulder.
Katie drank, and drank. She could feel the boy weakening, could feel his mind scattering further, felt the point of no return fast approaching. Part of her didn’t want to stop, didn’t care if he died right there. She felt Effy leaning into her, gently pulling Katie’s hair back and leaning in to press her lips against her ear.
“Stop.” Effy commanded gently, and Katie rolled her eyes and pushed the boy off her.
He stumbled backwards, into other dancers, their hands on him all that kept him upright. Katie heard their annoyed thoughts, their judgements against him knowing his limits, and laughed.
“Fuck that’s better.” Her fangs had retracted, and she felt full. Something else, something in the blood, made the lights around her brighter, an elation settling in her stomach.
“Katie.” Effy’s voice was low, and Katie frowned because who the fuck cared if she left bite marks. She turned, raising an eyebrow in challenge to Effy, who gazed back at her with a small smile on her face. Effy reached a hand up to Katie’s face, wiping a drop of blood from the corner of Katie’s mouth with her thumb and drawing it into her own mouth, sucking it slowly.
Katie licked her bottom lip, feeling ridiculous and fucking good. Fuck Naomi. Fuck her stupid sister for getting carried away with the dumb twat, too. Effy shook her head at her, sliding past her to find the boy, biting her thumb on the way. Katie wanted to laugh.
Fuck Naomi. Fuck her sister. Effy was still on her side, at least.
V^^^^^V
“How did you know she was it for you?”
Katie frowned, recognising her sister’s voice, stopping and waiting.
“Oh, well, I just felt it. Yeah, felt it. Knew I wanted her and that was it.”
Why the fuck was Emily talking about this to Sid?
“Did you tell her before or after you turned her?”
Katie cocked her head to the side, unseen by her sister or Sid around the corner from where they were. She was meant to be waiting outside for Effy to pull up, but she waited, hoping she wasn’t right in knowing where this was going.
“Er, well, not really. But I was younger then, and lacked self confidence. Besides, she was half dead anyway. Thought I was doing her a favour.”
Katie rolled her eyes. Sid and Cassie belonged together, for fuck’s sake. Did her stupid twat sister honestly think Naomi was anything more than a quick snack?
“Oh. And was she angry when she found out? After you turned her?”
Katie’s eyes narrowed. What the fuck was her sister planning?
“Monumentally. Didn’t talk to me for twenty years nearly.”
Sid laughed, and Katie heard him walking toward her.
“Oh.”
Her sister sounded disappointed, and Katie felt her hands balling into fists. She stalked around the corner, seeing her sister sitting sullenly on the lounge and Sid smiling at her as he passed.
“What the fuck, Ems?” Katie watched as Emily looked up at her, shrugging.
“What the fuck what, Katie?” Emily asked, sounding strangely resigned.
“Why were you talking to Sid just now?” She heard a car pulling up outside, and decided they could fucking wait for her.
Emily just shrugged. “Because I don’t know what to do.”
Katie felt some of her anger dip slightly. She hated seeing Emily weak. Had always hated it. Had turned her in the first place to avoid it.
“About that sad bitch Naomi? Who the fuck cares, Ems. Stop inviting her out, for one. Come back to college, for two. I can’t believe you’re ditching just because you want to avoid her. Fuck’s sake, she’ll be dead before you know it. Just kill her and get it over with.” Katie moved to sit beside her sister, touching her back with what she thought was a reassuring hand.
Emily looked at her, frowning, leaning away. “I don’t want to kill her. Fuck, Katie. It’s what I’m the most fucking afraid of, alright?” Emily stood, shaking her head, storming out of the room.
Katie threw her hands up.
“I couldn’t convince her either, princess.” Cook was leaning against the door frame, and when she looked at him he nodded toward the window. “Come on, Ef’s waiting for us.”
She stood, smoothing out her skirt. She’d never seen her sister like this, and it shat her up the wall. She wanted to wrap her hands around Naomi’s throat, and squeeze until her pious holier than thou internal monologue was shut up forever.
V^^^^^V
She heard Thomas thinking it. It was loud, determined. JJ thought it too, but quieter, more contemplative. Still determined though, and she paused when she realised they were planning it for the night ahead.
She grabbed Emily’s hand, pulling her back as they walked out of the college, Effy leading Naomi on ahead of them toward the car park.
“What?” Emily turned to her, frowning, and Katie opened her mouth.
“Tonight,” She started, then stopped when Naomi turned around to briefly smile at Emily, and she watched her sister’s face soften. She gave Naomi one of the most sickening smiles she’d ever seen in her life, and something inside Katie snarled. “I’m going with Michelle and Tony, yeah?” She said, watching as her sister shrugged.
She would’ve felt bad about it, about knowing about it beforehand, particularly if she’d known how upset her sister would become. But instead she felt excited. This farce that Naomi was in with them would be ended. Naomi would be horrified, and if she was too much trouble, they’d have to kill her. She wanted to smile, because fuck she hoped Naomi would threaten broadcasting their secret to the world. Maybe she’d get to be the one to get rid of her.
Besides, she thought as Naomi got into the back seat of the car, smiling and talking to Emily, giggling when Emily made jokes that weren’t even funny, besides. She’d always love her sister more than Naomi ever could.
V^^^^^V
Effy