"No, I need the van by tomorrow. No, no. I- No, you don't understand. I need the vehicle tomorrow afternoon; I'm moving!"
The cell phone was tapped hurriedly, and Anna set it down by the lamp on her desk. Most things were still in (very expensive) wooden crates, and she sat on a stray one while she pinched the bridge of her nose. The attempt at moving in with Elsa was well-received by everyone, except the people that had moving vehicles. Of course, asking Elsa for use of her car would be easy. Since she already essentially was on the hook for Anna's whole life, she owed her.
The flare of Anna's posterior teetered her Hitachi off the crate, and she sighed heavily as she picked it up. Nearly destroying a crate in her frustration, the girl had pushed the plastic device to its limit. It wasn't as if she could help what Elsa had turned her into, after all.
Now that she thought of it, she had been a sort of melancholy child before Elsa, with few things really going out of their way to ingratiate themselves to her. Elsa made her wanted, Elsa made her feel needed. It wasn't as if her life was empty. No, this sort of moping wouldn't do, she reasoned as she rose to her feet and hurriedly dialed the woman's number.
"Hello? Elsa? I need to meet; now."
With a quick huff, the little redhead called Shackle picked up her keys and a hoodie, and ran out the door, to await Elsa's pickup in a nearby park.
"Hey sweetheart," Elsa mumbled into Anna's shoulder, wincing as the girl pressed harder into her. Overly attached and broken, a blonde head thought numbly.
"Elsa?" With a sniff, the shorter girl perched her brows a slight higher, and grimaced. "I smell booze."
The regal woman inhaled, and bit back a tear.
"I... you know how some people say they drink to forget?" she murmured lowly, "Well, I drink to try to be happy."
A cocked head met her gaze, and a question hung in the air.
"I messed up. I tried to tell you before, but I don't know if you remember," she confessed.
"I've done this before," Elsa stated, waving a hand between them.
"This bit of falling for someone, and letting them fall for me, that is."
"So," the human started, "you're telling me you're the world's best hooker? I already knew that."
Brushing away an aggressive ginger, Elsa continued.
"I'm sorry," she started, "I was going to your brother's room. Men make the easiest ones to feed off of, ya know. They usually don't put two and two together." Her head hung down, and she let her forehead rest on the steering wheel.
"I respond to wants."
"Tell me something I don't know," Anna breathed slowly, taking in the information. Elsa breathed, and kept on her track.
"You saw me, and wanted me. So I saw how precious you were, and I fell for that," the older woman choked out, "it was horrible of me, but I couldn't -still cant- help myself."
"So you let me do all these things to you?" retorted the fiery girl, she was now a little hurt. The one person she wanted and felt wanted by, was a helpless shamble of libido and drink?
Elsa swallowed a lump in her throat, and steeled her eyes slightly.
"Let's talk about this at home."
Anna would have collapsed in relief, had she not already been sitting. As it was, she let her body become dead weight, and lolled her head toward her lover.
"We're going to get rid of that overstock of liquor," she ground out, "then I'm going to teach you moderation in drink. Like a lady."
"Oh can it," came a frosty voice in reply, "you're not a lady when you want something either."
Chortling, the human considered.
"So, if you're not a succubus, and you still feed on sex, what are you?" she queried.
Bared teeth would have been a simple joke, but the closer Anna looked, the more relief she saw. And she saw fangs. Gulping, the girl turned her widened eyes outside the vehicle, and attempted to let herself calm down.
"You do know I have a vampire fetish, right?"
Elsa rolled her eyes, and deadpanned out, "I remember from last time. I just don't need both at the same time. Either/or sort of thing."
"Ah," noncommittally Anna replied, hoping to steer the conversation away from the sexsexsex of Elsa's influence.
"So, kebabs?" she started.
"Remove them," came the chortled response, and the two females in the car quieted down, as Anna thought of what this might mean.
Shared giggles are encouraging, she thought, but we should focus on other things too.
As the car pulled up to Elsa's house, the couple pointed out the neighbour's shrubbery and obsessive-compulsive attention to lawn length. Laughing all the way to the door, Anna only noticed how normal Elsa looked, when she wasn't trying to be anything of a stand-out. Maybe it's a personal bias, seeing as she made herself all I want, she reasoned.