06-16-2014, 08:18 PM
Katerina was no thief, though intrigued by the mention of priceless antiques. She appreciated things like those, and wondered just how many really could be in an old castle with a bunch of creatures living in it that could be hundreds of years old. Did creatures of the night like priceless artifacts?
None of those thoughts lingered though. Not with that menacing tone the purple-haired man was using. She was frowning, and shook her head. He had it all wrong. But he probably knew that. Dark olive green eyes glanced at the other, each time she heard that hideous, bone-chilling growl.
Finally, she started to worry a little. Her heart rate was picking up steadily, and she squeezed the trigger of the gun ever so slightly, only a hairs squeeze from actually shooting. The red-haired one spoke, and Katerina shook her head again. "I was just looking for," she paused...
If she truly was crazy, and the supernatural things of fairy tales and old legends didn't exist, she was about to sound like a complete loon. And if this pair wasn't crazier than she, and she believed they were, she'd be hauled off to the looney bin within the hour.
But she didn't believe she was the crazed one here. So, if she shot, she'd be injuring a supernatural, or, protecting herself from a crazy person. Either way, she didn't think not shooting was an option today, but maybe she could explain herself. She continued, "supernatural beings," she finally said. "I don't want to hurt anyone, or steal anything," she added.
She was nervous though, and if either of them made a sudden move, she was liable to point and shoot. If either of them moved any closer, she'd certainly take aim and pull that trigger.
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