Katara (ex_waterbend910) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-04-23 14:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | darla, katara, peter petrelli (future), spike |
WHO: Katara, future!Peter, Spike, and Darla (in that order)
WHAT: Katara wants to make Spike pay for what he did to Veronica. Peter goes along to make sure she doesn't die in her attempts.
WHEN: (Backdated) Right after this.
WHERE: The mansion that Spike, Darla, and Dru are living in, to start with.
RATING: TBD (probably fairly high, though)
STATUS: In Progress
One minute, they were in the Hyperion and the next, they were somewhere else. It was a little disorienting at first since Katara had never before traveled in such a manner, but within a heartbeat or two of arriving she'd released her grip on Peter's hands and turned her attention to their surroundings.
Almost instantly, she wished that she hadn't.
"Oh..." She trailed off as the color drained from her face at the sight. It was awful. Blood was smeared across the walls and floor, a dark rust color now that it had dried. The metallic taste was heavy in the air, though, along with an almost stifling dark energy unlike anything Katara had ever before encountered. "This is..." Her wide, blue eyed gaze flickered back to Peter, unable to properly find a word to describe just how terrible this room - and all of the devices within it - were.
Had she been given another moment or two, she might have had a chance to compose herself. Had she had even longer than that, she likely would have demanded he take her back to the Hyperion so she could get a few more supplies. She didn't have another moment, though, and she certainly didn't have longer. In fact, before she could even think about what to say next, someone else spoke.
"Well, well, well." Katara's attention snapped to the stairs leading out of the basement, feet sliding slightly apart and arms held carefully at her sides. A vampire stood there - his demonic features all the more horrifying in the scant light available. His eyes seemed to glow, teeth seemed to gleam as he flashed her a bloodthirsty grin. "Look at what I found. Now, you two wouldn't be responsible for the fire down here, would you?" He looked from Peter, back to Katara, his smile growing even more.
Never before had Katara felt like such a piece of meat and never again did she want to, either. This vampire obviously wasn't looking at her with the sole intention of feeding from her and that? Well, that terrified and sickened her at the same time.
Not bothering to reply to him, she instead jerked one arm forward. The holy water in her pouch shot out of the opening and formed into a liquid whip as she snapped it forward, wrapping firmly around the vampire's neck. Then with a hard, determined little grin at his shocked expression, she yanked her arm back and the blessed water returned with such force that it yanked the vampire's head completely off.
Not bothering to watch him turn to dust, she instead looked to Peter. "Spike has to be around here somewhere," she stated flatly. "Let's go." And with that, she moved toward the stairs leading to the rest of the house, stepping directly over the vampire's remains as she did.