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Post by Snowglobe18 on Dec 29, 2017 13:18:08 GMT -7
Katherine is glad to hear that he's upstairs but then she looks up at the ceiling when Camilla says that he was dealing with his own demons and there was a tight feeling in her throat that this was another thing she had to feel guilty for. The last time Adrian fell off the wagon she had been there to catch him, she had sat with him day and night and helped him come off of the blood and she had promised to do it all the time, to catch him everytime he fell because she would always be the one that would but this time she hadn't. She had been the cause of it and now she wasn't sure just how she could help him.
She could barely help herself.
Camilla starts to mix something and is carrying a bowl when she turns and takes Katherine's hand after she holds her own out towards the vampire. She speaks about the fact that Adrian would want to see her and now she was wondering if that was the best idea but she was helped off of the bed anyway and walked up the stairs with Camilla. When they got to the bedroom she waited for a moment while Camilla opened the door.
Thanks to the human blood that was still slightly in her system she could see through the darkness of the room and saw Adrian on the bed as he whimpers in pain. He says he's hungry and she grips hold of the door frame, fingers biting into the wood. While the other palm is clenched out of anger for herself, anger that she knew would turn into hatred and she was right to hate herself for all of this mess.
Then slowly she moved in to the bedroom and over to the bed she dropped down to the side "Kili" she said softly and looked over his face. Katherine didn't care about helping herself right now, she wanted to make sure that he was alright.
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Post by Ray on Dec 29, 2017 13:30:55 GMT -7
Camilla lifts her eyes from the boy in the bed, watching as Katherine rounds to the other side and drops down beside him. Adrian looks to her, a flicker of surprise finding its way from the sickly haze that's inflicting him, his features softening slightly. "Katherine?" He asks, as if he's worried he's just seeing things. Camilla smiles faintly, stroking her fingers across his face once more.
"She's here." She reassures him.
Adrian sits up slightly, hands fisting into the bed. "Are you...is she..." he asks, breathless, looking from Katherine to Camilla in a small worried panic, the same wild fear beginning to flare in his eyes.
"Shh, c'est bon," Camilla says. She glances towards Katherine for just a brief second, her golden eyes skimming over the woman, before she sets her gaze back upon the man next to her, a smile returning to her lips. With a gentle finger, she lifts his chin. "You need to drink." She sets the bowl in front of him, the strange, unpleasant smell wafting between them. Adrian flinches a little.
"You've been crying."
"Drink." Camilla repeats. She sets the bowl to his lips, and, albeit reluctantly, Adrian lets her pour it down his throat. He coughs, choking on the taste, the oddly green veins spreading up his throat once more as it begins to settle in his stomach.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Dec 29, 2017 13:49:26 GMT -7
Adrian looks over at her and there is a surprised look on his face as if he's not sure if she's there or if it's his imagination, she remembers all of this from before and it's not a good feeling at all. He says her name and she smiles at him. "Hey, yeah" she said softly and Camilla confirms that she is in fact there in the room with them and not him just imagining it.
He goes to ask her a question and then looks at Camilla with a worried look and she could pretty much realise what it was that he had been going to ask her but she didn't answer because at the moment it didn't matter what was going on with her, Katherine needed to make sure that he was alright first. She caught Camilla looking her over for a second and she swallows hard before looking back at Adrian. He drinks from the bowl and she makes a weird face when she sees the odd green veins spreading up his throat and honestly wanted to know what the hell was going on but she needed to be able to stay with him until he was at least a little better.
It was slowly starting to come into her head that maybe she shouldn't be here with Adrian because she had caused this and hadn't wanted to put him back together, Katherine didn't know what was going on with her. She didn't know if her switch had been flipped back, didn't know whether she still craved human blood or anything like that but how could she help him when she wasn't sure if she wanted to even help herself right now?
Jon was the one that liked to brood not her but here she was thinking that she deserved to be pushed away by Adrian and Jon. She didn't deserve all of this softness and the way that Jon had looked at her earlier with the look of love in his eyes.
"Adrian" she said softly and looked at him. "I'm sorry, god I'm so sorry for all of this"
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Post by Ray on Dec 29, 2017 19:05:41 GMT -7
Camilla makes him drink all of it, tipping the bowl until the very last of it disappears beyond Adrian's lips. She sets the empty porcelain aside and Adrian coughs hoarsely, his face twisted in disgust and the veins slowly beginning to subside. "There's no cure for the thirst," Camilla explains, looking back to Katherine. She noticed the small look of confusion earlier, the questioning glint in her eye, something that usually appears in circumstances such as this. "But it...helps. Adders tongue to heal, bay leaves to purify, Angelica root oil to exorcise the blackness from the blood." She brushes Adrian's hair back as she speaks.
"It's fuckin' awful," Adrian retorts, voice rough.
"It's supposed to be." Camilla replies, arching a brow at him.
He scoffs a little, which only makes him cough again. But he shoves himself upwards, pressing his back into the headboard of the old, forgotten bed, his teeth chattering with fever. His eyes drift back to Katherine as she speaks, apologizing to him. He swallows visibly, his face softening slowly. A muscle jumps in his jaw.
"I'll...leave you two alone for a moment." Camilla says, looking between them. Rising to her feet, she moves away, carrying the bowl with her. Adrian watches after her until the door closes with a quiet click.
"I think if a woman like her was always around to care for me, I'd fall off the wagon more often." He mutters appreciatively. But winces a little even at his own joke. "I'm kidding." He says, looking to Katherine again. "Sort of." He wraps his arm around his stomach, feeling the concoction swim in his belly. His eyes look over her face, a slight frown tugging at one corner of his mouth. "You seem...better." He admits after a moment. "More like yourself. Not like the woman who pulled me into the streets."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Dec 29, 2017 22:23:36 GMT -7
Camilla spoke about what was in the concoction and she nodded before grimacing herself it did sound awful and at the moment she was just glad that she didn’t need any just yet but at the same time she felt bad that Adrian did need it. She couldn’t help the slight smile when he muttered that it was awful himself before she looked down at the floor.
After a moment Camilla spoke once more and said that she would leave them two alone and she slowly brought her eyes up and watched the French woman leave them too it and there was a part of her that wanted to call her back so that she wasn’t alone at this moment but slowly she moved her eyes over to look at Adrian and she scoffed at his joke.
Of course it definitely wasn’t funny because in the end it had always been her that had looked after him but this time, this time she had caused the problem. Katherine knew at the back of her mind that he couldn’t control himself and yet she didn’t care, she pulled him into her fun and games and didn’t even think about the consequences because mostly she didn’t care.
Adrian spoke again and she licked her lip before standing up and sitting down on the bed next to him. “I don’t know what I am,” she admitted and looked down at her hands. “I don’t know if whoever brought me back restarted everything or if later I’m going to want to rip someone’s throat out.” She sighed softly before chewing on her lip. “All I know is that I wanted to die in that estate” she finally looked up at him and watched his face. “I wanted it to all be over because I didn’t want to look at you or Jon or even Edric and see just how bad I fucked up and I did fuck up big time”
Katherine sighed softly before reaching up and removing a tear from her cheek because she didn’t like people to see her cry. She had become the person that was the strongest, she was the person they could rely on and now... now she was the one who fucked everything up.
After a moment she spoke again and said in a very soft voice “Please hate me, please just hate me and get it over with because I can’t-“ she said and shook her head before looking down and then said again in another whisper “I’m sorry”
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Post by Ray on Dec 29, 2017 22:49:30 GMT -7
Adrian folds his mouth flat as he listens to her, not blind to the tear that begins its trek down her cheek until she wipes it away. His frown deepens slightly, and he looks away. A great part of him does not know how to reply. A great part of him wants to hate her. For all of this. For the blood that's still caked beneath his fingernails. For the hunger boiling in his stomach. For the ruined dead they left behind.
For the monster he's come to be.
Blaming her, hating her, would be easier. Simpler. And yet...
For six centuries she's looked after him, taken on a burden that she never asked for, accepted the desperate wish of a desperate man. She's been good to him. Kind. Warm. And he's taken advantage of every nicety like a dog lashing out because their leash feels too sort. He's relied on the simple knowledge that Katherine would be there should he ever fall. He's played this curse like a game he can always cheat his way out of. So what does that make him?
Adrian rolls his jaw slightly, before letting his head thump back against the headboard of the bed. "To tell the truth," he murmurs, his voice low and serious, "I wish you'd let me die that day." He's thought those words time and time again all these years, but through the sex and appeal of immortality, he'd never voiced them aloud. Somehow thinking that saying so would make him a bigger fool than he is. "Even as a child, I always imagined myself as the kind of hero you find in the stories. A flame snuffed out in the heat of adventure, of battle, only to live on as legend." A small smile finds its way to his lips, but his darkened, bloodshot eyes only remain tired. "I never saw myself growing old." Adrian's eyes flick to her, tears burn at their edges. "I never saw myself outliving Fili."
He pulls in a sharp breath and looks down once more. "I can't hate you even if I try. And believe me, I've tried." He huffs out a mirthless laugh and shakes his head a little. "I know it wasn't you. Same way I know that I've been just as cruel over the last six hundred years."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Dec 29, 2017 23:05:09 GMT -7
Katherine kept her eyes down when he spoke about the fact he wished he had died the day that she had saved him. She still remembered that day, remembered the words that Tristan had said. The look of pain in his eyes as he looked at his brother dying. She remembered shaking her head and telling him she couldn’t do it, couldn’t put someone else through this because she wouldn’t even put her own daughter through it. It was hell and no one deserved that. In the end Katherine agreed and finally she saved his life.
She had sat with him that night as they waited for him to wake up, she had sat and talked him through everything that he was going to go through. But the one thing she never spoke about was the fact she hated bringing him back, not because she hated Adrian in fact she actually admired him but because no one should go through this.
Then throughout the six centuries the two of them had been together, it was always Katherine looking after him. Katherine who would catch him while he was falling but never getting tired. Mostly because she felt responsible and it might look to other people that he was a burden to her but he wasn’t. He was the one that kept her in line sometimes. She would sit with him as he came out of his blood coma and be glad that it wasn’t her that going through it because then they would both be In trouble. Like they are now.
“I didn’t want to save you, I didn’t want to put this curse on you but your brother... he was adamant that he wanted you to be alive and he didn’t care how just as long as you were with him” she said and nodded.
Katherine watched him when he spoke about hating her and she wished that he would more than anything, she wished that he would yell or throw something at her or even tell her to leave him alone but he didn’t and it seemed to make everything feel so much more worse. She slowly reached out and brushed a loose bit of his hair from his cheek and to back behind his ear. She brushed her finger gently down his cheek before dropping her hand away and down to the bed. “You definitely kept me busy over the six centuries” she admitted with a slight smile before looking down once more.
“But I think it’s best that I leave London tonight, you seem to be in safe hands with Camilla and you don’t need me so..”
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Post by Ray on Dec 29, 2017 23:27:35 GMT -7
"What about Jon?" Adrian asks, lifting his eyes to her face, brows furrowing close. He knows he'd be a fool to try and convince Katherine otherwise, though he's not sure he even wants to. A part of him wants to leave as well. Get out of this hellish place. Find somewhere new. Somewhere to begin again. Maybe, after all these years, it's finally time for him to grow up and stop relying on the kindness of others. He's hurt far too many people that way. But Adrian does not have the heart of someone else as Katherine does. And while Adrian knows that Katherine has to make this choice herself, decide her fate herself, Jon is not so likely to let her go easy into the night alone.
"He marched into hell to find you," Adrian reminds her, "I don't know if he'll be so eager to see you leave again."
"How is he?" Jon asks when Camilla returns downstairs, carrying an empty bowl and a somber expression, "How is she?" He adds on, watching her set the bowl aside, feeling a strange tightness in his chest. Camilla sighs softly, splashing some water onto her hands to scrub the tear tracks from her face, her back remaining to him.
"He will recover. Eventually. And she..." Camilla hesitates for a moment, drying her face with a small hand towel folded haphazardly to the side. Jon already knows what she's going to say. "I don't know." Camilla shrugs. "I do not know what he allowed to pass."
"You keep saying he," Jon speaks, his frustration and curiosity getting the better of him. "Who is he?" Camilla turns slightly, but does not look at him, her golden eyes directed towards the floor. She's quiet, and as the seconds tick on, Jon starts to feel more anxious, more annoyed. For six centuries he's been asking the same questions, only to get the same faltering glances and held tongues and half-answers from people who claim not to know. He's growing tired of the game. Growing tired of the waiting. Growing tired of trying to piece together clues so obscured by the fates themselves. Camilla looks up, but not at him. Passed him. And suddenly Jon is all too aware of another set of watching eyes.
"Tu devrais lui dire." The woman murmurs.
Jon looks, sighing out a slow breath, and finds Edric awake, face hard to read.
"We have bigger problems." Edric replies.
"Drake is gone." Jon says, remembering that much.
"The bodies in his estate aren't. The corpses in the streets aren't." Edric reminds him, his words clipped with irritation. "And who knows how long it is before more start piling up."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Dec 29, 2017 23:41:04 GMT -7
Katherine looked down once more when Adrian asked about Jon. She loved that man more than anything and if she can love him for six centuries then she could love him for another six but not here, not here where everything is so bad. Not here where London reminds of her a Home that once had been hers. London will always be the place that she died. There was no escaping that and if she had died here again then maybe it would have come full circle.
Adrian speaks about Jon walking into the estate to get her, to bring her back and that he wouldn’t be so eager to let her leave in the night again. “He walked into hell yes, but he died there too” she said finally and looked at Adrian. “We both died back there and while I’m not worried about me, I am about you and Jon and the more I look at you or him the more I wished I had died” she looks towards the door.
“We spent six years apart and six centuries together but I can’t look at him without seeing him on that floor and all because he came to get me, all because I was stupid and let Drake get into my head” she sighed once more and shook her head, dark strands moving with the motion too before she set her dark eyes back on Adrian “He doesn’t need to know, please you can’t tell him that I am leaving.. it’s better this way, I will sign the house over to Maria so she can keep it but either way.. tonight I am leaving”
Katherine had got lost in London by pretending that it hadn’t been her Home centuries before but it had fucked her up more than Home ever had done and now she wanted to put it behind her. “Come with me” she said after a moment. “I don’t have the same stuff that Camilla does but I can help you.. I can try to help both of us”
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Post by Ray on Dec 29, 2017 23:57:04 GMT -7
Adrian knows that perhaps he should be more surprised by her words, more surprised by the news that Jon had fallen in his attempt at getting her back from Drake's hold. But he isn't. Jon, while strong and smart and battle-hardened, is still somehow human after all these years. And still so eager to push forward into the unknown even if he knows it will be the death of him. Adrian had known that if Jon left to save her, he'd die in the process. This only means that he was right.
What does surprise him is Katherine's request.
He looks at her, almost waiting for the punchline, waiting for her to laugh and twist back into the woman who had teased him and lured him out into the killing fields. But her eyes are serious, her words close to desperate, and all he can do is stare for a moment. His lips part slightly, the hunger momentarily forgotten in the face of this. He wants to say no. He wants to say that he'll only be a burden. His hands are twitchy, his body reeling, and the last time he fell off the edge it took him weeks before he could be of any use to anyone. But he wants to leave as much as she does. Wants to escape this place, escape what he's done, what they've done as much as she. And maybe, for once, they can truly help each other in ways that don't involve bare skin and bad influence.
He swallows dryly, knowing that his mind is already made up even if he still feels conflicted.
"Well..." he begins, a faint smile ticking at his lips. "You know me. Never one to say no to an adventure."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Dec 30, 2017 0:08:23 GMT -7
There is a moment of silence where she begins to think that he’s going to say no, that he says it’s finally time that they both went their separate ways and she would understand that. Understand if he didn’t want to come along with her to whatever country she found herself in next but in the end he finally speaks and to her own surprise says that he will join her. A soft smile pulls at her lips and for a moment she feels like pulling him in to a hug but decides against it because of the hunger that could be still going through him.
Instead she reaches out with a hand and puts it over his. She’s not going to lie and say that once they are out of London that it would be easier because honestly it wasn’t going to be like that. It wasn’t magically going to go away they needed time and time is what they had right now so in the end they both were going to be alright but they both had to get over this hurdle first. Leaving Jon behind was going to hurt and she knew that he would probably end up hating her once she left but she had to make him see that he died because of her and she hated herself for it and now while she was glad that he was alright... she knew she couldn’t look him in the eyes without seeing him die at the hands of Drake.
Maybe in time she would forgive herself, maybe in time she would be able to look him in those eyes of him and see the love that he had but right now the only thing she could see was the death that had taken him the night before.
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