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Post by Snowglobe18 on Dec 8, 2017 3:37:42 GMT -7
It was as if a mask had slipped off of him and it showed Katherine just what he was really like and honestly she wanted to not be so shocked but she was. It also made her realise that there were people out there that wanted to manipulate someone like her to do stuff or they would tell or whatever it was he wanted from her. Katherine was surrounded by the people that cared about her, okay maybe Adrian didn't show it but he was her friend. He might tease her and sleep with her girls but in the end she was sure that if she was ever in trouble then he would help her out if needed. And Jon. Jon was her love and yet she had come to the one person who didn't really know her to tell a secret she wanted to keep from her love.
Now she was here. He watched her with hard eyes as if the man he had been had just disappeared into thin air and could be brought back anytime he wanted to show that he was kind when in fact he wasn't. Drake moves towards her and before she could take another step back he reached out to her and catching her by the back of the neck he pulls her into him and she grinds her teeth when she crashes up against his chest, Katherine wanted to be anywhere but here right now. He then grabbed her chin so that she was looking up at him and after that it was all... gone.
"I was alone," she said copying his words "the girl smelt so sweet and I just couldn't help myself I was so hungry"
His voice in her head sounded so amazing that she was sure a smile pulled at her lips as he whispered in her ear, his mouth grazing the skin. Then... his palm was drifting down her spine and his fingers on his other hand stroked at her cheek and it curled into her hair. Katherine swallowed hard and tilted her neck slightly when he left a kiss where he pulse had been before. His lips felt good against her skin that she pulled her lip in between her teeth and closed her eyes for a moment.
For vampires they felt everything with so much more intense feeling, grief, love, anger... sex... it was all dialed up so much more harder than it had been before when she was a mere human. No everything felt so much more better now than it had done before.
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Post by Ray on Dec 8, 2017 13:15:44 GMT -7
The same words he'd spoken fall back from Katherine's lips like lines in a play penned by his own hand. She extends her neck, letting him brush his lips up over her silky skin. The fear fades from her, replaced by the same want that had her melting in his hands only moments ago, leaving her pliable, soft, his. "Good girl," he murmurs quietly, mouth moving up over her jawline only he draws away to hover his face over hers, lips still lingering close. The kind smile returns, the warmth in his eyes, the practiced expressions of a man who's been doing this for centuries before she was even a twinkle in her mother's eye. And it comes so easily, so believably. A lever being pulled back and forth between the monster and the man, the killer and the noble.
The devil and the saint.
He strokes his hand back down over her cheek, thumb trailing a line around her lower lip, "Remember by offer," he tells her, voice soft in the close quarters of the room. "And should you choose to take it...I will be here." His hands slowly drift away from her, falling away from her cheek and the small of her back, but he does not make any efforts to move -- leaving her still pressed to him until the time she decides to step away.
If she does.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Dec 8, 2017 13:43:41 GMT -7
Katherine feels his mouth moving along her jawline and she so wants to give into him and it's not hard to want to do it when he was so close, his body pressed to hers. She let her eyes slip open and looked over his face, a smile pulling at her own lips. She pulled her lip in between her teeth once more and so badly wanted to give into him but she knew that she couldn't or wasn't that she shouldn't? She wasn't sure which one it was but he felt so good pressed up against her.
His hand moves down over her cheek and she could feel his thumb moving over her lips. He starts speaking to her and she watches him. He speaks about her remembering the offer, the offer to help her out but she knows that she has Jon back at the house and if anything bad happens then she was sure he could help her out, right? Jon was a human who had just come back from six years of being away and now he wants to pick up where they had left. Katherine smiles when he starts to pull away from her. "I will" she said with a nod of the head before she grabs hold of his jacket and pulls his lips to hers and kisses him harder before moving back.
A part of her wanted to stay, wanted to stay here where he could help her and not for her to kill again but she knew Jon and Adrian would probably come looking for her and she couldn't let them find this place because it would become the place where she could come, a place where Drake could help her get off of the blood. Her eyes fell to the table that had the glass of blood and cleared her throat softly. Katherine wanted to reach for it but she was sure that she had had enough blood for the night and with her having a lot the night before then she was definitely full up. She moved her eyes back at him before she bit on her lip, letting her teeth drag along her bottom lip.
"I should go for the night" she admitted with a sad look.
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Post by Ray on Dec 8, 2017 14:28:00 GMT -7
She grabs him by the jacket of his suit, pulling him back against her tight so she can kiss him hard, the soft breathless flirtation of it all replaced by something with a little more bite. Good, he thinks, mouth pressing back against hers with the same kind of untempered want. But it only lasts a moment before Katherine is moving back away from him, Drake's black eyes following after her, just the barest hint of that predatory smile twitching at his lips. It fades just as quickly as he looks down and away, rolling his tongue against his lower lip and dragging his teeth across it.
"If that is...what you think is best," Drake replies with a hint of coquetry, lifting his gaze to meet hers. But not before he tracks over her entire body, letting her see him looking at her. "I can walk you out." He tells her, reaching out with his long arm for the handle to the door. He gives her a second of pause, a second to think over her decision, before giving it a twist and letting it swing open. The light has changed in the foyer at the slow arrival of sunset, oranges spilling across the marble floors.
He walks with Katherine towards the front door, "I assume you came here in a carriage." Drake speaks, glancing towards her. "I can have one of my drivers take you back to your home in the city," he snaps at a nearby servant dusting the frames of the paintings, who scurries off quickly to fulfill the order without question. By the time they reach the door and he pulls it open, a carriage is already being drawn to the front, rushed horses stomping their feet impatiently into the ground. He turns to look at Katherine, a small smile upon his lips.
"I enjoyed seeing you again."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Dec 8, 2017 14:59:23 GMT -7
Katherine moved out of the room with him and honestly she felt sad that she was going to be going home but she did have Jon there but who knows if he was actually at home or off on one of his single crusades that he liked to go on. Honestly sometimes she actually wished that he would take what she said to heart and not go off on stupid missions but she guessed that was up to him and his constant need to do something. She pushed that thought out of his head before she walked to the front door with Drake.
"I did" she admitted but if she was more than honest she didn't mind actually walking home and maybe getting a bite to eat on the way home. But of course he called her a carriage and she was more than grateful that he worried about her like that. She bit on her lip and he opened the door for her and she smiled when he spoke and she nodded softly. "I enjoyed seeing you too, maybe we can do it again"
Katherine walked down the steps from his house and to the carriage. She was helped up into the carriage and the door was shut behind her once she had sat down. She lifted a gloved hand in a wave before the carriage was pulling away from the house. Her back settled against the seat and she pulled the curtain across so that it blocked out the journey home. There was a sadness about her and she wasn't sure what it was but whatever it was she was sure she could get passed it.
The journey actually took less time getting back to the city than it had coming here. Mostly because the driver had taken her straight to her house but coming here she had got a carriage away from the house so she had had to get there first before ending up at Drake's estate. A smile pulled at her lips as she remembered what his kiss had felt like against her skin and her lips. She put a gloved hand to her lips and then licked them. The driver then opened the door and she stepped down into the street in front of her house and watched the driver leave and she sighed as she looked back at the house and if she was honest...
Katherine didn't want to go in there, she didn't want to be around Jon or Adrian right now.
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Post by Ray on Dec 8, 2017 16:00:55 GMT -7
Drake smiles at her words, watching as Katherine descends the front steps towards the waiting carriage. She climbs in with the help of the driver, waving at him through the small window peering back at him. He lifts his own hand in a small wave, smile ticking a little further in friendly farewell. But as the carriage pulls away towards the gate, his hand slowly lowers and the smile slowly fades, until its gone all together. He stares out, dark eyes cold in the light of the setting sun.
"It's good to see you having visitors, sir." A voice intrudes upon his thoughts. He knows without turning to look that it's the older man who works for him, the same gentleman who'd hurried to deliver him news of Katherine's arrival. Dutiful. Talkative. "Especially one as lovely as her." He continues, coming to stand at Drake's side with his hands folded together before him, a pleased smile on his lips.
Drake does not look at him, but his eyes narrow slightly in annoyance.
The servant turns to look at him, "Will she be--" With a flick of Drake's wrist, a sharp blade springs out from beneath the cuff of his jacket. In the same instant, he slashes out, blade burying deep into the servant's throat as the man's eye go wide with shock and pain. But he cannot scream. Not with the blade jammed in his windpipe, not with his own blood filling his lungs. Drake yanks it free, and blood sprays across the right side of his face, hot and wet. The servant gurgles, feeble hands lifting towards his throat, but his face paling more and more with the seconds ticking by. It's barely a breath later that he collapses to his knees, and then to his side, blood spreading like ink across the marble.
And still Drake does not look.
He wipes some of the blood from his face, pressing his fingers to his lips to suck it off with a cool patience. It's bitter. Sickly. He cringes faintly and rolls his jaw, carefully sliding the blade back into its hidden place.
An audible gasp fills the foyer, and the clatter of a drink tray scattering across the floor grates against his ears. Drake straightens his jacket, fixing the button, and turns. Stepping over the body of the old man with a careless grace, he moves across the foyer towards the stairs, not giving the trembling kitchen girl a second glance.
"Hire a new doorman."
Ollie leads him to a door in London's business district, a brass 221B sitting upon the narrow black door. A small cafe sits next door, filled with push businessmen sipping tea and immune to the troubles outside of their door. Ollie looks a little nervous, a little hesitant to be here, clutching at her newspaper bag and looking up and down the street warily. "Well. Here he is." She says, looking quickly up to Jon.
Jon glances up to a window upon the second story, seeing the curtains shift just slightly. "Anything I should know?" He asks.
"He's..." Ollie begins, pulling a breath as she tries to find the right word, nose scrunching a little. But nothing else comes.
That's good enough. "Right. Here." He tugs a few coins from his pocket, setting it in her hand. "Thank you for bringing me. Stay safe." He tells her with a small nod. Ollie returns it, giving him a faint smile as her fingers wrap around the coins, and then she drifts off on hurried feet. Jon looks back to the window, waiting for a moment, before stepping to the door. With a raised fist, he knocks three times, and waits.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Dec 8, 2017 16:25:57 GMT -7
There seemed to be an ache that she couldn't describe in her as if it ached for her to be here and yet she didn't know why. This had been her home for over four years but right now it felt like she didn't want to go in there. Katherine would eventually have to go in but for now she decided to back away from the house and take a walk. At night it seemed as if this place came alive. Even if people were worried about being the Ripper's next victim. It wouldn't matter what the Ripper done to her because she was pretty dead anyway. No amount of walking around this place would make the ache go and she wasn't sure just what it was she was yearning for but she wished it would go away because she needed to get back to the house, the last thing she wanted was for the others to come looking for her.
Katherine bit on her lip and looked at the people when she passed them and she could hear their heartbeats and she felt the back of her throat burning. She didn't like the thought of wanting to take another life but she needed to eat. She clenched her fists together and began walking again because if she stopped then she was more than likely to grab someone and rip into their veins. It was bad enough that she had killed the girl last night but to add another one now would only lead someone back to her door and she didn't want to be looked at like she had betrayed everyone. No she couldn't give into the anger especially when she had a gown at home that she had to burn.
It felt ages that she had been walking the streets in fact it had started to rain and she was getting wet, her curly hair had started to straighten and Katherine knew that she had to head back to the house. It felt like her throat was on fire but she couldn't give in even if the voice in her head told her to stop and just bite someone. To just give in but she tried to fight it. As she walked on she came across a man who was stumbling home drunk and she grabbed hold of him and dragged him into a dark alleyway before she ripped into him, his blood tasting like the drink that he had. Katherine put her hand over his mouth to quiet him down.
The blood was hot in her throat, hot and very much wanted. When she was finished he used his jacket and wiped the blood from her face and then dropped him onto the ground. She felt so much better. Thankfully this time she didn't get any on her dress which was definitely a success in her own right. Katherine tilted her head slightly and pushed her lips out a bit "Oh well" she said and stepped over the body before moving in the direction of the brothel once more.
When she got there she made sure she didn't have any blood on herself and then straightened any creases before walking up the steps and into the house.
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Post by Ray on Dec 8, 2017 17:11:14 GMT -7
He only has the wait a moment before the door swings open wide, a small plump woman standing there with an expression that turns startled when she finds Jon upon the doorstep. "Oh!" She squeaks, placing her hand over her apron-covered chest, looking him up and down twice rapidly. "I thought you were Lestrade, with that loud, forceful knock but you are much more handsome than he."
"Uh..." Jon begins, a little taken aback, his brows twitching close momentarily, "I'm...here to see-"
"Sherlock, of course!" She cuts him off, dropping her hand and giving a sudden laugh, as if she were embarrassed or even amused by her own confusion. "Right upstairs with you, then. First door on the next level. Go right in, cause Sherlock never opens his own bloody door." She grabs him by his sleeve, yanking him in before Jon even has a moment to figure out exactly what she means. He had only a surname, only Holmes. He knew not who this Sherlock could be. But the woman doesn't give him a chance to ask. She gives his back a pat and a push towards the staircase, closing the front door behind them, and ringing out a loud, "Up, up you go!"
He looks at her curiously for a second, before relenting to her instructions. Pulling in a deep breath he walks up the stairs to the second story, finding the only door upon this level. He glances back the way he came, but the woman is still standing down there at the foot of the steps, waving him on with a smile. Jon presses his mouth flat, and gives the door a push.
It opens with a quiet creak, and it's only now as he steps into the cluttered flat that he notices the sound of a violin playing softly. Books and papers litter the place, stacked almost haphazardly, one topped with a lock here, a pistol there, a robe thrown elsewhere. He follows the pathway towards a sitting room, the smell of a fresh fire burning in the hearth, the sound of the violin loudest here. A man stands near the window, fingers moving the bowstring delicately, back turned to Jon.
"Mrs. Hudson offer you any tea?" The man asks without turning. Jon comes to a halt several paces away, at the mouth of the room, glancing round. It's furnished with clearly expensive things, but hidden underneath the clutter of a busy man who apparently has his hands in experiments and crafting. A store mannequin hangs from the ceiling by a noose.
"No," Jon replies, furrowing his brows and looking back to the man.
He stops playing abruptly with a hissed, "Shit, I was hoping she would bring me some."
"Are you...Holmes?" Jon asks, watching as the man sets down the violin onto a red-cushioned chair. He finally turns to look at Jon, this tall, thin man. His hair is trimmed short, almost military, and he wears his pajamas beneath a loose black silk robe, much too large for his frame.
"Yes. Obviously. Who else would I be?" He sighs, impatiently. "Unless you are here with summons, then no, never heard the name."
"No summons."
"No of course not, you are far too rough for that line of work," Holmes mutters, looking him up and down much in the same way the woman downstairs did, but with far less enthusiasm. Jon watches him for a moment, tempted to turn right around and leave this odd place, but he decides against that. He takes a step further into the room.
"I came here on the suggestion of a friend. Says you may be able to help."
"What friend would that be?"
"A friend." Jon repeats again, not wishing to give this man a name he might not already have. "I'm interested in the recent murders--"
"You and everyone else in this city," Holmes sighs out dramatically, leaning back against a desk, and crossing his arms over his chest and his legs at the ankles. "I think the answer is quite simple really."
"You do?" Jon asks.
"Someone royally fucked in the head." Sherlock replies simply, cocking a brow upwards and looking rather confident in that answer. "They, being Scotland Yard, think it's a doctor, but I would bet good money that it's a man of military experience, no doubt wealthy and intelligent and bored because a poor man would not be able to clean up their traces so well. And the slums rarely suffer those who chop up their preferred ladies of the night." He speaks, his words quick as lightning, almost too fast for Jon to catch all of it. "Is that really why you're here? To discuss my input on someone else's case?"
"I...have my suspicions and I was told you may be able to guide me where I need to go."
"Try Parliament." Holmes replies sarcastically.
Jon rolls his eyes, looking away for a moment and sighing out an annoyed breath. "Right." He mutters, shaking his head slightly. "Forget I asked."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Dec 8, 2017 17:24:42 GMT -7
When Kat walked in to the house it was actually busy and she really didn't need all of these people in the house, mostly ones that she didn't know and was actually tempted to tell them to get out but she did need to money even if it didn't really matter to her anymore, in fact right now most things didn't matter to her and she was sure it was because of the blood. She saw Maria walk over to her and all Katherine could see was a vein pulsing in her neck and she had to drag her eyes away from Maria's neck to the woman's face.
"Are you alright? You look a bit out of it" Maria smiled to some men before she looked back at Katherine, she really did look out of it and looked like she could do with some sleep maybe then her boss would look a bit more better.
Katherine moved a strand of Maria's hair from her face and back to behind her ear. "I've never felt better" she said with a grin and then laughed. She was sure that she wouldn't feel this good on animal blood again so what was the point in doing it? Why not just give into what she was and then make all humans her personal blood bag? Of course she wouldn't voice this to Maria because she was looking at Katherine with a worried look. "Oh don't look so worried Maria" she said with a grin once more and patted the woman on the shoulder and pointed to the next man that wanted her.
Maria was really worried and maybe she would get a chance to talk to Jon because in the years that she's known Katherine she has never acted like this as if nothing bothers her at all. In the end she left the woman to walk up the stairs while she moved over to the man.
Katherine had her skirts in her hand and walked up the stairs. She was singing as she made her way up to the top floor, she was definitely in a good mood and was more than happy to continue on with human blood because she felt so much more stronger than anything she's ever had before. In fact it made her feel so much more powerful and she knew that Jon would give her the worried look too but she felt so good that she didn't need the look at all. They didn't need to worry about her; Katherine was going to be just fine.
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Post by Ray on Dec 8, 2017 17:36:26 GMT -7
He leaves the Holmes house with more questions than answers, mostly why Edric thought that this man would help him in any way. Jon had not been blind to the small tray of cocaine upon the table, a favorite among rich nobility who believe it enhances the mind and cures all ails. But it had only made Holmes act like an ass. He walks his way back to the north of London where Katherine's brothel sits, hands in his pockets, frustration riding his shoulders. For all he knows, Edric sent him on a wild goose chase, just to keep him busy and out of trouble.
It would be smart. But it leaves Jon feeling no better.
The brothel is crowded and noisy, men loitering around the hall and the lounge with cheeks rosy from liquor and hands wandering over scantily-clad women. A particularly drunk man stumbles passed Jon with an arm slung around the shoulders of a bare-breasted blonde girl, grinning ear to ear and chuckling lowly as he pats Jon roughly upon the chest.
Jon frowns a little, his headache blossoming even more. Sighing out a slow breath, he moves up the stairs and away from the crowds, shouldering off his jacket roughly as he navigates around people coming in and out of bedrooms. Adrian is nowhere in sight. Possibly a good thing. As long as he stays out of trouble and stays somewhere with his head buried in some woman's chest, things are bound to go a little smoother. That would be at least one less headache he has to worry about.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Dec 11, 2017 7:39:20 GMT -7
Katherine looks in the mirror as she looks at her hair, if she's not mistaken the blood from earlier and last night had made her skin look amazing. She smiled at herself as she pulled the buttons on her gown and stripped down, the one thing she didn't have to worry about was anyone coming in here. But there was the slight worry about what she was going to do with the gown in the wardrobe. At that thought she pulled the key from her gown and put it on the side before finishing up with the buttons and then slipping out of her dress.
The door opened and she glanced over at Jon who looked as if he was a little bit frustrated. She pouted at him through the mirror before she slowly turned to look at him. "Someone looks as if they've just been kicked, what's wrong?" she asks and leans down to grab her gown off the floor and hang it up. She was more than happy to get into the bed right now even if she was actually pretty high from the blood that she had had taken not long ago. She was going to have to tell Drake about that.
If she was honest drinking blood again made her feel so sexy and it was strange because she wanted to continue it but of course someone was likely to appeal to her better side and want to take her off of the blood. It made her feel like the vampire she should be and not the vampire everyone wanted her to be. Even if she had tried her hardest to keep clean from humans it was bound to happen at some point. Katherine felt good, she was stronger and much more happier but no one saw the good side to it. Why not? Even she didn't see the good side when Adrian had fallen off the wagon and had drowned in the blood that she had to help him get clean.
Now was he going to sit there while she came off the highs? Was he going to sit there and watch as she went cold turkey? Katherine doubted it very much because she didn't want to stop not now, not ever.
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Post by Ray on Dec 11, 2017 12:48:05 GMT -7
He steps into Katherine's bedroom on the third floor of the brothel, closing out the noise and the laughter and the lingering eyes with a quick shut of the door.Jon's head pounds with a headache that's followed him all the way from Sherlock Holmes' flat, pounding right behind his eye like a man striking for ore. He shrugs out of his coat with an impatience to be rid of this day, tossing it onto the end of the bed. At Katherine's question, he glances towards her, seeing her almost playful pout and her nearly naked figure, dressed only in her undergarments. Considering the number of undressed women he saw on the way up and considering their many years together, he's not all too surprised to see her like this. Nor does the thought linger in his mind for very long.
"Edric's leads was..." He begins, huffing out a breath as he searches for the right word, shoulders slumping slightly, "An ass." He concludes. That sums it up adequately.
He sits down upon the edge of the bed near his coat and reaches down to unlace his boots and pull them off. He glances back towards Katherine, eyes drifting over her for a moment, "Are you all right?" Jon asks after a moment, setting his boots aside. "You seem...giddy?" He admits.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Dec 11, 2017 13:20:36 GMT -7
Katherine watched him when he said about Edric's lead. She tilted her head to the side for a moment and watched him through playful eyes. The whole of today had felt like it had flown by but for a vampire she guessed that it had done. For a vampire a human life can seem like a blink of an eye. He then asked if she was alright because she seemed too giddy.
If she was being honest she felt really good, she felt the calmness she's been looking for for a while and it all happened after drinking that poor.. drunk man to death. Of course they would see it as one of the worst things she could do.. killing a human when she had been on at Adrian about it but maybe she was tired, maybe she wanted to just let go and finally she was able too. Finally she was able to be the self that she had been stopping herself from becoming.
Katherine bit on her lip and moved over to the end of the bed and got on it before she started nuzzling his cheek with her nose. She kissed his cheek softly before whispering in his ear "I feel fine" she then bit on his earlobe then kissed his cheek once more. She always felt frisky after drinking blood so this wouldn't be anything unusual apart from the fact that this time she felt so much more better, she felt stronger and more aware of everything like how one of the girls downstairs were whispering dirty things to the men.
"I love you, you know that right?" she asked softly and looked at him, a smile on her lips.
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Post by Ray on Dec 11, 2017 13:43:55 GMT -7
Katherine climbs onto the bed beside him, kissing his cheek affectionately and nuzzling against him like a playful kitten, purring in his ear and smiling and acting far more flirtatious than she has in a very long time. "I know," Jon says, watching her with his brows twitching close, trying to figure out why she is acting this way, "I love you too." He could easily pretend its the six years they've been apart. Or this environment she's built around herself of sex and sin. But in the centuries they've been together, even when they do flirt, even when she is particularly rambunctious after eating, it's never been quite like this. Bubbly and frisky and eager to do anything but talk.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He asks again, somehow not convinced. She'd acted strange last night too, after sipping the glass of blood gifted to her in the Parlour. Relaxed and willing to let Jon traipse off with some other woman if it meant a little fun. Eager to answer Drake's prying questions and respond to his lingering eyes.
Maybe this is just more of that. An after effect of that environment. A mix of several things making her playful.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Dec 11, 2017 13:56:28 GMT -7
Jon asked her again if she was okay, she felt so much better than okay, she felt really good. Everything was coming to her with so much effect. Her skin felt so good, her hair looked amazing and she was feeling more frisky than she has in a long time so she could honestly say that drinking that man was the best thing that she has ever done. She had tried to keep away from the blood but after drinking at the Parlour the night before she was more than willing to give into the crave and she fell so far from the wagon that Drake had been there to catch her.
Drake who she had gone to see today because he had been the only one she could turn too.
Katherine looked over Jon's face and for a moment she wanted to laugh because of the fact that she had a secret and that he couldn't find out. She leaned forward, putting her finger under his chin and drawing him towards her and kissed his lips softly. After a moment she pulled back and looked over his face. "I'm fine, just a little wired is all and I'm happy that you're finally back from the sea" she said with a nod and then gave him a smile as she dropped her finger from underneath his chin then got up from the bed and moved to the vanity.
She pulled her lip in between her teeth and could taste him on her as she pulled the brush through her dark curls that were looking so good right now. Katherine focused on her reflection before tilting her head to the side once more and pushing her dark hair away from her face.
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