Katia Perevyortov is coming for Nikita (oneyouimagined) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-02-11 18:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-10-03, katia, nathaniel |
is this the life, the one you imagined?
WHO | Nathaniel & Katia
WHERE | Streets of Scarlet Oak
WHEN | Night
NOTES | Dialogue in italics is spoken in Russian.
WARNINGS | Violence… until there is none
Katia couldn’t breathe.
Well, okay. Technically, no she was aware that she’d long since lost the necessity for breath, but the expression still seemed like an appropriate way to describe what she was feeling. Her chest felt heavy, as though someone had left a stone slab on her chest while she slept. She knew the sensation was directly tied to the way her childe was behaving. It disgusted her to see someone as strong and willful as Nikita to be so easily warped into this melted puddle of marshmallow goo all because of a child and a baby vampire. She half-wanted to vomit, if only to attempt to expel her body of her revulsion. She came to this pisspot of a country to see her favorite childe, to see her prodigy showered in the glory of what it meant to be a Rose. Hell, she even thought that she might convince Nikita to become a sire herself. It was about time that the brunette created another Rose, and the Nikita she had parted ways with long ago was well on her way to becoming an ideal Rose-sire.
But this pitiful excuse for a vampire now?
Katia wanted to rip her fangs out. What made it worse was the fact that she had yet to do so. And why? Favoritism? Affection? Did it fucking matter? No. What mattered was she surprised her childe with a visit and discovered a nearly human replica of her pretending to be a Rose. Nikita needed to be reminded what it was to belong to their family. The idea that another Rose could come strolling down the street and see what had become of any childe of Katia’s turned her stomach even worse; it reflected poorly onto her as much as it did Nikita. God, what were her other children like? She needed to hit something. She needed to feel blood gushing past her lips and trailing past her chin. That explained why she was wandering the streets of the American town without her childe nearby.
The scent of something… well, sickeningly pleasant hooked into her and she wondered what could agitate her so based on scent alone. Demons, Katia had her fair share of experience with. Some were contacts, others could almost be considered friends, but angels? She had heard of them from her demonic friends on the other side of the world, but she had yet to come face to face with one. Her eyes narrowed slightly when she spotted the man responsible for the scent, though she wasn’t completely confident in what he was. All she knew was that he had made the mistake of getting her attention when she was in such a terrible mood to begin with. She walked towards him, her gait determined. No reason to hide, Katia stepped so that she was standing just in front of him. She didn’t say a word, just stood in front of him with her hands on her hips and an inquisitive expression painted across her face.