Alex knows, in theory, how bad it got when her father was running vampires out of the woods near Moscow. She knows how bad it got when some of the fighting ended up in the city itself. She was a kid, and her father mostly kept her away from it, but she thinks she knows.
That's not changing her mind, though. She hasn't given much thought to the fallout of killing the highest-ranking vampire in the city, but she's sure that, whatever it is, she can handle it.
She grabs her notebook and starts to stand up, planning to leave unless Natasha stops her. She doesn't want to sit through the rest of whatever lecture Natasha has planned. "Thanks for the concern, but I can take care of myself."
Natasha hums softly at that. She tried at least. She can't say she's done all she could, but in this case she's not going to take it on herself to physically restrain or harm the girl to prevent what's coming next. It's not as though she has any proof this is coming, and the vampire or the spy in her doesn't like the idea of involving her current factions. This isn't witch business or metahuman.
But if Alex gets her way, there's going to be blood on the streets. In Moscow, vampires had been the ones losing; here, Natasha didn't see it playing out that way.
"Fine. You can take care of yourself. Try not to get yourself dead, Alex."
Alex pauses, briefly wondering whether Natasha actually cares about her in any way, or if she's just concerned with the consequences of what Alex is going to do. It doesn't matter much either way.
"I'll try." She says it dryly, but with a hint of sincerity underneath, because it's nice to think that maybe Natasha does care.
She drops a few pounds on the table to pay for her sandwich, and turns to leave.
Natasha won't try to stop her this time. She's made her argument—and unfortunately it hasn't been heard. At this point, she's far more concerned Alex is going to kill herself trying to do this than thinking Millicent is actually in danger.
You never knew, though. If humans occasionally managed this kind of feat, there is no reason a werewolf couldn't. If she's smart. And if she gets lucky.
She's not entirely sure which would be worse, in the long run.
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That's not changing her mind, though. She hasn't given much thought to the fallout of killing the highest-ranking vampire in the city, but she's sure that, whatever it is, she can handle it.
She grabs her notebook and starts to stand up, planning to leave unless Natasha stops her. She doesn't want to sit through the rest of whatever lecture Natasha has planned. "Thanks for the concern, but I can take care of myself."
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But if Alex gets her way, there's going to be blood on the streets. In Moscow, vampires had been the ones losing; here, Natasha didn't see it playing out that way.
"Fine. You can take care of yourself. Try not to get yourself dead, Alex."
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"I'll try." She says it dryly, but with a hint of sincerity underneath, because it's nice to think that maybe Natasha does care.
She drops a few pounds on the table to pay for her sandwich, and turns to leave.
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You never knew, though. If humans occasionally managed this kind of feat, there is no reason a werewolf couldn't. If she's smart. And if she gets lucky.
She's not entirely sure which would be worse, in the long run.