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She let Ambessa’s honeyed words scratch her scalp and bathe her bones. She let her teach her, let her train her, let her mold her. Knuckles nicked and scabbed and shorn, fibrous tissue straining and tearing until it was stitched back together firmer. Stronger. Body every day left bruised, bloodied, and raw before eventually forming into calluses coddling her skin– and scar tissue encasing her heart.
Every second was spent melting the alloys, scraping away the imperfections, quelching the scalding heat over and over until it became impervious steel. She honed herself into a weapon with one sole purpose.
The woman she left, pleading and stricken, standing in the middle of the street, calling her name, calling after her, tone begging her to halt her strides, to turn around, to look just once more.
Caitlyn didn’t. She couldn’t.
All of it. All of it was for this.
But as she gazes into glowing purple irises, the finger she poises on the trigger shakes.
(you're so handsome when i'm all over your mouth.)
a vampire caitlyn/werewolf vi au.