06-17-2014, 05:01 AM
What!? She had walked in like she'd owned the place! She'd sneaked in. She hadn't kicked off her shoes and made a sandwich. And how was she supposed to know the red haired one was some kind of dog, and that purple hair here was going to call him off!? From what he'd said back in the kitchen, she'd assume he'd send his dog to attack, not back down.
Katerina was getting angry back. This purple haired guy had totally messed up all her excitement in finding a supernatural, then he was trying to hurt her, accusing her of all this stuff, and it was all his fault anyway. Now he was yelling at someone else. She was shaking. With fear, and with anger.
As he moved away, she thought he was going to release her, but she should have known better. He only pulled her up, too. She tried yanking herself away from him again, but there was no point in that, and it only made it hurt worse then.
Dark olive green eyes widened at the other. He thought she was in the right? Well of course she was. But what, did he want to die!? His next words seemed to confirm, that he might. Finally, she wondered where he'd even come from, and why he was here. The purple haired one had said he was always about.
Was he a supernatural of some kind, too? She was watching him, when a fly landed on his face. He didn't seem to move, or notice. It was somehow, creepy. She glanced down the hall when someone appeared in a doorway. The dog, or werewolf, she assumed.
Katerina pushed at the vampire again. She was in a really bad spot here. Where was her gun now? Her eyes scanned the floor. There, not far. Too far for this vice grip though. She was angry again. "Let me go," she demanded. "I didn't come here to hurt you. And it was your fault your friend got hurt."
She glanced back at the other man, as if to tell him to run away. There was no sense in both of them dying here, though she hoped she could get herself out of this mess. But how?
Last edited by p o p p e t ♥; 06-17-2014 at 05:03 AM..
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