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Zach Kitano (coalintodiamond) wrote in nosuchtimes,
@ 2008-04-22 13:11:00

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katrina eriksen, zach kitano

The History of Zach and Katrina: Part 2
Who: Zach and Katrina
When: Wednesday, January 31, 2007. Nighttime after ‘Lights Out’.
Where: The School. Indoor pool in the West Wing.
What: Zach has a crush of sorts, and asks Katrina to a private meeting.

Zach’s heart was thumping wildly in his chest.

He didn’t know what the hell he was doing or what had possessed him to slip the note under Katrina’s door on Tuesday morning. He hadn’t seen her since Sunday night. Anxiety threatened to overpower him, but he somehow maintained a calm outer appearance. There were a million reasons for his apprehension and unrest. Crossing his arms over his chest, he stared at the still, illuminated blue waters in front of him. It was dark in the lofty indoor pool room, save for the dim lights that cast a faint golden glow reminiscent of dusk on his surroundings.

Why did he choose the pool in the west wing as their meeting place? He could’ve chosen one of the numerous common rooms in the school, but there was always the risk of a teacher or staff member visiting those areas. Zach doubted they came to the pool at night. His dorm’s common room didn’t seem like the best place either. Someone could wake up in the middle of the night and find them. Privacy is what Zach wanted, but he wasn’t about to suggest his room or hers. Too personal. They didn’t know each other that well to be inviting each other to their bedrooms. He wondered if there was a rule on that, too.

He couldn’t answer the most important question of all in his head: Why did he want to see her? Katrina had bitten him; she had drunk blood from him. He shouldn’t have been stupid enough to doubt her claim to being a vampire. He shouldn’t have told her to bite him, if she really was one, to prove it. How could he have known, though? He hadn’t believed in vampires. Now, it hung there in the air, thick and stifling. It wouldn’t leave him alone. She could have left him there, sick and injured and bleeding, but she hadn’t. She had helped him.

Zach had made it clear on many occasions with others here that vampires either frightened him or made him uncomfortable. They did. Then, why did he keep making friends with them? And why was he meeting with one late at night — one who had drunk from him, no doubt — in a place where no one would walk in on them? Fascination and fear, he remembered. Like a moth towards flame, he was being drawn to something. He was scared of it, whatever it was, but he couldn’t stop himself.

Zach swallowed the lump forming in his throat, wondering yet again which one would win out in the end.

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bloodlusting
2008-04-23 07:45 am UTC (link)

Katrina had been moving through life in haze, disconnected and unimportant. She had barely gone to classes, and her withdrawal hadn't gone away just yet, though she had to admit that it was getting better, though only slightly. She didn't sweat nearly as much, and the blood she'd taken from Zach had helped as well. After that little episode, she had started taking her packets of blood from the kitchen, because she didn't want that weird feeling in her stomach again - the feeling that hadn't really gone away since she'd seen Zach lying there, looking so sick and hurt. She was unaccustomed to guilt, and she didn't like it, not at all.

She was a little late for their meeting, having spent the last few hours on her bed, staring at the ceiling for lack of anything else better to do. She'd breifly thought of emailing her sister, or calling her lover, but she hadn't found the energy necessary to do either. She'd nearly forgotten about her meeting with Zach until she saw his note sitting on the small table next to her bed, resting next to the clock.

Katrina had then gotten up and made herself presentable - meaning she'd brushed her hair and changed into clean clothes - before heading down here to meet him. If asked, she wouldn't be able to give a satisfactory answer as to why she'd come. It was, after all, somewhat unusual circumstances, and Katrina didn't know what to expect as she opened the door to the pool area and stepped inside.

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coalintodiamond
2008-04-23 03:31 pm UTC (link)

Zach had been thinking about Adrienne before the door to the pool room opened and Katrina was standing there. His eyes settled on her, and it brought forth that feeling again — that confusion. She looked better this time. There was more color in her complexion and her eyes didn’t look so unbelievably shiny in that crazy insomniac way like they did when someone stayed awake for too long and got past the first stage of being tired. Katrina looked healthy, and the sight was somewhat relaxing on his nerves.

In truth, he liked Adrienne, but there was something about her that felt safe. Too safe. Too familiar as well, like his mother or his sister. He knew where the thoughts were coming from. Zach was unhappy with his lack of position in the world. He hadn’t managed to establish himself anywhere before outside of his family, and it made him wonder who he was, what he was, and what he sought. Katrina was different from him. Their differences were palpable on the first night they met, but yet they didn’t clash like two thunderstorms in an open field. There was no chain reaction, no explosion. Simple, whatever it was, and calm.

Calm was in the eye of a storm, though. A steady thrum of danger remained, no matter the reason for it. Maybe he was just imagining things, but Zach thought he felt it. Pushing himself off of the wall, his mind forgot about all of his other worries, strangely, now that Katrina was here. Zach would have figured he’d be used to feeling not good enough by now. Why did it still hurt him, then?

“Hey,” he said, the words coming more easily than he expected them to come. “I wasn’t sure of another place where we could meet. This seemed like a nice, quiet place at night.” Zach gestured at the room, a soft snort escaping him. “No teachers, at least.” His arms fell to his sides, and he wasn’t sure at first how to begin, or what to say.

“I’m not sure if there are any chairs or sofas nearby, but we can always improvise and throw down the towels and sit on them,” Zach offered with a small smile.