Blood of Our Bond

[yellowmagicalgirl]

Here's my work for the Rare Femslash Exchange, featuring exes-to-lovers in the form of two women who have left (or are in the process of leaving) the vampire mafia.

Blood of Our Bond (914 words) by YellowMagicalGirl
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Original Work
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Criminal On The Run/Former Associate Who Left The Life, Original Female Character(s)/Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Former Criminal Who Left The Life (Original Character), Criminal On The Run (Original Character), Eirene Pamela Davis | Pamella Brodbeck (Original Character), Courtney Bosco (Original Character), Original Female Character(s), Original Criminal Character(s)
Additional Tags: Crimes & Criminals, Bakery, Urban Fantasy, Exes, True Love, Mutual Pining
Summary: No one from Pamella's old life working for the vampire mafia should have been able to find her. And yet, her ex still finds her.

I hope people here enjoy it! It's archive locked, so I'm also going to include it under a cut.

 

Pamella jumped a little when the bell to the bakery rang. No one came around this late at night. Sure, it wasn’t quite yet the closing time of eight, but most businesses in the small town of Thistlebrook closed by six in the evening. Even tourists from the city wouldn’t come in after seven, and no vampires passed through Thistlebrook. There were too many rivers around the area to be comfortable for them to cross, not when there were equally short roads between the cities that didn’t have to cross that many waterways. That was a major reason why Pamella had picked Thistlebrook, even though no one should have been able to find her.

Pamella placed a hand over her holstered wand before she turned around. Baking wasn’t the only skill she had picked up while running a front for the Squalis. Her wand was wooden and plain. She could have afforded something with inlaid quartz that would’ve added extra emphasis to her spells, but she had wanted something that could double as a stake.

“What can I getcha, hun?” came out of her mouth before she had a good look at the woman who had walked in. She was a little shorter and skinnier than Pamella, with long jet black bangs framing her face. She hadn’t had bangs the last time Pamella had seen her. Her beautiful brown eyes half-hidden by the hood of her long, red-lined blue cloak. Or rather, a blue-lined red cloak that was turned inside-out as a poor attempt to hide her allegiance to the Squalis.

“Hey there, Eirene,” said Courtney Bosco. She was an enforcer for the Squalis. One of the more influential human enforcers. Last Pamella had checked, Courtney was on the track to getting herself turned. Pamella herself had just laundered money at a bakery with some spells to back her up if there was an attack. Sure, Pamella had the home front advantage, but even with that she wasn’t sure if she could have ever beat Courtney in a fight, and that was assuming Courtney was still human. Courtney was responsible, responsible enough to still be wearing a mask over her mouth and nose that would also hide whether or not she now had fangs.

“Is there anything I can get for you, ma’am?” This time, she asked with more venom than honey. Pamella meant the words to hurt, and yet the hurt expression on Courtney’s face still stung.

“I’m not here to drag you back, Eirene, if that’s what you’re worried about. I just wanted to talk.”

“It’s Pamella now. How did you find me? I paid good money for a new identity.”

Courtney raised an eyebrow. “Did you pick that out, or did your benefactor? You’re going by a name one letter away from your middle name, Eirene Pamela, and by your grandmother’s maiden name. Not a good cover, if you ask me.”

Pamella had picked her name out. She had wanted to keep a connection to someone when she gave up her life. Courtney couldn’t be that connection; not when there was no way she’d give up her career. The few members of Pamella’s family she had still be talking to would have been put in danger. The grandmother who died before Pamella was born and the Aunt Pamela who had died shortly after had been the best choices.

“It’s not a cover. Pamella Brodbeck is who I am, now. Now again, how did you find me?”

“We were close, once,” Courtney said with an ache of – of what? Regret? Betrayal? Longing?

“You went to a blood witch, didn’t you? Which one? Titus?” There were several blood witches in the employ of the Squalis, and Titus and Courtney were friends. Eirene and Titus had been friends by extension, and that meant that Pamella thought she knew Titus’s weaknesses. It was how Pamella had known to word her bargain with the fae. She had given up every single untrue love Eirene had ever had, and in exchange the Squalis would never find Pamella.

Pamella hadn’t given up her true love, because she was still holding onto hope that one day she would find her family again. At least, the ones she wanted to find. Maybe they would have forgiven her by then.

And they would be able to find her again.

Which meant that Titus or another blood witch could find Pamella through her family.

Dammit.

“Which member of my family do you have?”

“None. I knew you weren’t speaking to half of them back when we – before you left me. It sucked, you know? No one else remembered you.”

What?

“I get it, though. You wanted out of the Squalis. You could have talked to me. I would’ve left with you. Left for you, not because I’m taking the fall for one of the capo’s overindulgences. And no. It wasn’t Titus. Remember Lisbeth?”

“The werewolf we had both dated and found out we were both her exes after we started dating each other? Yeah.”

“She doesn’t remember you. She was still able to track you – your scent still clung to the cashmere sweater you left at my place.”

“I had wondered where I’d left that sweater when I was packing,” Pamella mumbled before shaking her head. Courtney remembered her. Despite everything, Courtney remembered her. Pamella’s hand left the holster. “You said you wanted to leave the Squalis? I suppose I can help you with that. Let me just close up shop, first.”

A/N: According to Google Translate, squali is the Italian word for shark. I thought I was being funny by combining that with Courtney's jet black hair.