Characters: Tatum & Mack.
Setting: Mack and Alex's place, shortly after Tater finds out about Kia being back.
Content: NSFW.
Summary: Show the fuck down.
Other than the fact that she was furious beyond belief, Tatum didn't know much. Her entire vision was painted red, seeing past it all wasn't easy to do, and she didn't really want to. Things in her life had just been coming back around, she thought less and less about her loss every day now. She would have never forgotten Kia, and full moons were still awful without her, but some of the sharpness of the ache in her heart was starting to fade. Kia was gone, and for what it had been worth, she had begun accepting it, the edge was coming off. She had even gone so far as admitting that staying mad at Benji wasn't going to bring her back. She had been healing, so had Sam ans Michi, Izzy and the other boys, the whole family had been moving toward moving on. But then Mack had come and screwed up everything.
She knew that it was selfish, she should have been thrilled that Kia was back, no matter what the circumstance. But sometimes dead was better. Mack had changed her, stolen her away, lied to her, and willingly let Alex Quentin have influence over her. It wasn't the first time that Mack had messed with Tatum and her daughter, there had been incidents when Kia had been much younger, but now the redhead was sure she should have killed Mack the very first time she even looked in Kia's direction. Tatum couldn't forgive it now. She had always felt guilty about her daughter being a wolf, born into it with no real choice, but this was not how she wanted to fix it. Kia was different now, she even smelled different, like them, like those blood sucking bastards, and the whole pack knew it. They could all feel it. She wasn't one of them anymore, she was one of
them. She was now a natural enemy to what had previously been her own kind, her family, and it was Mack's fault. She had no right.
It wasn't even quite like having Kia back, not after the things Mack had told her, the lies she had indoctrinated the brunette with. She had warped the girl's mind. Tatum couldn't see past that, the way Kia felt and acted toward them now because of Mackenzie's lies and leads. It was unforgivable. Combined with the audacity of the act itself, Tatum didn't know what else to do except get mad, she had to get even. She had promised Michi that she would leave it alone, that she at least wouldn't go alone, she had told Sam that she wanted them to go together, but she didn't wait for him. He was surprisingly easy to dupe. This whole mess was between her and Mack, once her best friend and confidante but now just a monster she didn't think she knew anymore. If Mack hadn't been trying to get back at her, to make her pay for a lifetime of mistakes and anger toward each other, none of this would have happened. It was time to settle it once and for all, and Tatum was ready.
It was nearly the full moon anyway, and her senses were riding high. She didn't know exactly where Mack lived anymore, but she had a vague idea. She knew, or had a feeling at least, that it would be close to the park that she used to take Kia to many years ago, before Texas, before her and Izzy had grown. Back in Georgia, the same park where she now realized Mack had been watching them the first time, all of the times she didn't know about, with that wistful look on her face. She had thought at first that Kia was making it up, the blonde lady she always talked about was just assumed to be her imaginary friend, but eventually Tatum had caught on. That unsavory vampire smell had hung in the air. It enraged her now that she had even allowed any of it to happen. Had Mack been thinking of doing this to her, even then? Of stealing her daughter away? She should have torn her throat out right then and there.
Going to that old park was vague, yes, but it was a solid enough guess that she could follow her nose from there. She followed it right along the street, to a nice looking brownstone house, no different than any other on the block. One could easily watch the park right from the upstairs window, if they wanted. Tatum didn't doubt it. No questions, this was it, she was sure of it. Mack was inside. It was risky, if her whole little
posse was inside, it could easily be three or four on one of her. She wanted to do this between them, and only between them. Things needed to be settled once and for all.
She only let herself hesitate for a moment, her brain considering the danger of what she was about to do for a mere second, before Tatum was rushing the door, her foot connecting solidly with it once in a kick, twice, and then three more times in a row before it came open, the frame around it splintering. It was high noon practically, but the street was otherwise quiet except for her now ragged breathing. She was baring her teeth, an unconscious instinct, as she entered the house and immediately squinted against the darkness inside. Every curtain was drawn, but even in the dimness of the entryway alone, she could already tell that the entire place had been decorated by Alex. It reeked of her, in appearance and scent, and it only made Tatum angrier as she advanced further inside.
"Mackenzie Dubinsky, you fucking lowlife," the redhead growled, her voice rising. She didn't know where the vampire was residing in here, it seemed much bigger inside than she thought, but she could definitely scent the blonde out somewhere close by. "Come out here and face me, or I'll tear you limb from fucking limb when I find you instead of making this quick."
