Time and distance were all key ingredients in the new Nikita that was before Katia, but she realized there were other factors at play here. A human (well, human enough) child would account for this softness that blanketed the other Rose, but it was clear that there was something else to blame. Could it be possible that Nikita actually felt something for this Sol? For a too skinny Australian who still had the scent of humanity dripping from her? How was that even possible? This was all too clear in the way that Nikita behaved, but it was reflected truly in the way that she returned Katia’s kiss. Katia expected no affection in the gesture -- she would have laughed had it been there -- but this was something different than anything else she had experienced with her childe. The motions were the same, but she sensed the differences. She felt a wave of bitterness flash through her chest and up into her eyes as Nikita pulled away. Her gaze possessed a hardened edge as she detected the uncertainty in Nikita’s eyes. Who was this vampire in front of her now?
She would find out.
“Yes. We’re ready.” Her voice might have been colder than a moment before, but she still leaned forward and playfully nipped at Nikita’s lip. She caught the flesh with a fang and barely pierced the flesh; there wasn’t nearly enough force to cause actual pain, but it was enough to draw a small drop of blood forth. Her eyes fell to the crimson bead and amusement returned to her features, the message clear and unspoken. She could make Nikita bleed if she wanted. With a sense of finality hanging in the air with a hint of her childe’s blood, Katia pushed past Nikita. She grabbed the hat she’d been wearing and plopped it onto her head, angling it jauntily before turning to smile at the brunette, fangs glinting in the light as she backed through the doorway. She stomped through Nikita’s house loudly, for no other reason than that was how she normally walked. Her mind was still clouded with the way that Nikita behaved at her touch, but Katia was nothing if not a little sadistic. She wasn’t about to bring up the differences to her childe; she wanted to watch Nikita squirm. Would she become better as the night wore on? Or would she suddenly get cold feet and decide they needed to come home?
“Tell me about Scarlet Oak, Nika. I want to know everything. Business, pleasure. Everything.” Katia tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder as she called out to the other Rose. She cared not for anyone else who might have been in the house, whether it was another vampire or the two children who also lived there. God. The smell of those children nearly turned Katia’s stomach. She understood the desire to have a child, at least she did once upon a time. Now? What use was having a child that was not another Rose? “Your guns have provided well for you, judging by the house.” A mixture of amusement and pride played on her lips as she smirked.