06-18-2014, 03:39 AM
((Sorry for the wait - incredibly long and stressful day!))
Katerina hated that this purple haired vampire was shaking her around and yelling at her. He hadn't 'confronted an intruder', he'd been toying with her, and scaring her, on purpose. He seemed to suddenly have forgotten that. He was the one with mental problems!
"I didn't break in either!" she added aloud, "The door opened when I knocked!" For all she knew, he probably opened it, too. He was crazy, and seemed to have plenty of voluntary memory loss. She tried to tug away again. She'd have bruises in every place he'd grabbed her. His strength was amazing. Something she'd write about, if she ever got the chance...
Suddenly he was moving back towards the kitchen, dragging her along. She tried to stop him, but she was something like a fly to a tiger. There was no stopping him now, and all her attempts would be nothing more than a minor bother. Still, she'd never stop trying to get away. She couldn't just give up.
While she was trying to think of her options, remember any useful information in all of that research she'd done, he stopped. He let her inertia bring her in front of him, before shoving her hard, straight to the red haired being.
There was nothing she could do to stop herself. She reached out to keep herself from falling, but he caught her. Not to be nice, no, that snarl was nothing nice. And who could blame him? But who could have blamed her?
She glanced at the wounds on his chest. He held something over them to soak up blood. People didn't just get up and walk around after being shot in the chest. But then, he wasn't exactly a people. Then did the silver bullets work the way they should have? She'd thought they'd kill a werewolf or vampire. So she guessed not. Or he wasn't either of those kinds of creatures.
There were too many things she didn't know. She'd hoped to learn. But not this way. She barely glanced over her shoulder once to see the vampire confronting the other man. But then her attention was back on the fur-caped man in his boxers. She frowned, too stubborn to apologize, though the thought crossed her mind.
Katerina was the one under attack. She was only defending herself. She tried to jerk her arm free. She didn't think this one was a vampire. Perhaps he wasn't as strong. "Let go," she demanded, already trying to figure out what she would do if he did, or more importantly, if he didn't.
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