[cw: gun violence, masochism, coarse sexual language, light homophobia (friendly), discussion of injections, gruesome injuries, knife violence, casual sexism (friendly), mind control, implications of suicide, blood drinking and vampirism, rated TV-MA]

Pixie Stixx ran through the alley and the only thought running through her empty head was damn, I should have worn a bra today. But she hadn’t expected that she’d get chased around the city by a woman with a gun. Her to-do list for today was simply to seduce her plug for a discount, get high, and veg out until the boss lady needed her for some vampire bullshit. Chastity on the other hand had different plans. When she was in this kind of mood, Chastity’s plans often end with hospital trips or begging boss lady for more vitae to heal a broken arm.

“Come back, Pop Rocks!” There was a loud cough behind Pixie and a few feet in front of her a spark flashed as a bullet hit the storm drain going from the roof to the sewer.

Pixie flinched, but kept going. It’s not like Chastity wanted to actually hit her. Even running, the other ghoul could probably have made that shot. That meant she wanted to talk to Pixie, and that was probably worse. If playing with Chastity was bad, listening to her led to even worse trouble.

As Pixie hopped up a dumpster and jumped for the ladder on the side of the building, she could hear the prep school dropout laughing at her. “Look at your big ass dangling! You look so good!” Pixie nearly lost her footing at that. But borrowed vampiric strength helped her haul that shapely ass up.

With another bark from her custom M911A1, pink and silenced, Chastity gave Pixie another little teasing shot. This one hit right where her hand was about to go. “Come on, Pop Rocks! I promise I won’t kill you, I’m just gonna hurt you real bad!”

The little hamster wheel in Pixie’s head turned. “Did you just quote Suicide Squad?” She shouted down from the fire escape.

In answer, Chastity just cackled like she’d told the funniest joke.

Pixie finally got up to the roof and started catching her breath. Maybe she should ask boss lady about helping her with that. It’s not like Pixie would actually exercise. That was time she could spend getting high instead. What was the point of having a vampire sugar momma if you—

While Pixie was thinking about asking for more, Chastity simply ran up the wall. She didn’t have to bother with climbing, she had more bennies than Pixie could dream of, and boss lady wasn’t as generous as the Prince was. Chastity jumped off the parapet, arm pulled back and a manic grin on her adorable face. She had the kind of face that made Pixie’s heart leap with excitement at getting to be close to her, if not for all the times it was making her heart leap with excitement from the fear of getting close to her. Sometimes those two aren't so different.

“Ah fuck,” Pixie said, before the back of the pretty pink pistol pretty pink pistol whipped her. There was a little pink bat charm dangling from the handle. That also hit her. It didn’t hurt, but it was embarrassing.

Chastity didn’t bother waiting after the flying punch. She dipped low and kicked Pixie’s calf. The world inverted and with a painful thump, Pixie landed on her back. “Will you just hold still, cotton candy for brains?” Chastity giggled, “I promise I won’t hurt you.”

“Really?” Pixie asked, putting her arms up anyway.

Chastity couldn’t keep a straight face. “Much.” She aimed the gun down at Pixie’s hip and playfully closed one eye, tongue stuck out at the side. “Pew pew, just a little?”

It actually was tempting. Pixie was both a lesbian and an idiot, her mind addled enough that an attractive woman being mean to her was an exciting prospect. But instead she rolled over and scampered away with a maladroit stumble. “It’s my day off, Titty!” the druggy called back. She giggled at her own joke. Maybe Chastity was rubbing off on her, wouldn’t be the first time.

There was another mad laugh, and Chastity fired two more shots. “I’ve got three more of these for you!” she yelled, letting Pixie run. “Come on, it’ll be fun!”

The rooftops were not as close together as Pixie would have liked. She really didn’t want to waste blood, so she kept having to turn to find the shortest leap. It didn’t seem like Chastity was chasing her, at least not until Pixie saw her out of the corner of her eye, on the next roof, as she vaulted over a leap Pixie wouldn’t have dared, freely spending her stolen power. Even without it, she was like a cat, sliding beneath vents or pipes and leaping over whatever other bullshit stuck out of the roofs.

“How are you so good at that!” Pixie yelled in frustration. She had to skid to a stop when she got to the edge of the roof, realizing that she’d been heading to the park. The park where there were no roofs. Time to turn around.

Unfortunately Chastity was already here. “Because while you were fucking people for weed…” She grabbed Pixie and slammed her against the wall of the roof access, “I spent six weeks learning parkour from that green haired idiot.”

It was nice of Chastity to not break any of Pixie’s ribs this time. Her elbow dug into the druggy’s shoulder, and with a laugh she stole a kiss from her.