Katia Perevyortov is coming for Nikita (oneyouimagined) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-09-06 03:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | #flashback, katia, nikita |
you feel like home up against me close
WHO | Katia and Nikita + NPCs
WHERE | Brothel in Russia
WHEN | Night, 1907
NOTES | Any dialogue in italics is spoken in Russian.
WARNINGS | Minimal violence, NSFW
In the world she lived in, Katia was never late. To be quite frank, she was never early either. Time was nothing after living for just under two centuries; punctuality was even more meaningless. The hallway was dark and the heels of her boots scuffed the worn wood as she walked, the hem of her dress brushing the floorboards. The air was heavy with the scent of blood, both old and fresh, among other things. The brothel was not the classiest of establishments, but it was leagues beyond that which she had grown in. The girls groomed regularly, the liquor was passable, and the provisions were varying. This was Katia’s playground. Her standards were clear in the decor and the way that the women held themselves; absolutely no one abused her employees without her say. Certainly, they were human trash, but she’d always had a soft spot for whores and the weakness lingered long into her unlife.
The stairs creaked under the weight of her steps. The sounds of pleasure were muffled behind various doors, but it was none of these that interested her. Instead, she moved past them keeping the small parcel close to her form. She swept upwards through the brothel until she reached the top floor. The door to her suite was closed, a tall man standing outside with his arms crossed. Katia sneered as she approached, knowing full well that she could snap his neck without blinking. As she approached, she gathered the scent that had dried upon his lips. Her sneer turned to a smirk and she drew even. Without looking at him, she spoke.
“Viktor,” her voice was soft. “You reek of Natasha. Go clean yourself before I decide to do it for you -- and if I find that you have forgotten to pay her, I will take the debt out of your hide.”
Viktor did not respond, but only complied. He stepped away from the door and proceeded downstairs where she knew he was following her orders. Power was a better drink or drug than anything that she’d ever sampled. She turned the door’s handle and pushed through, closing it with a click behind her. Inside of the room waited the only thing more precious than the jewels in her parcel, her childe. There was no fighting the smile that she wore when looking upon Nikita; especially knowing what tonight meant for the younger vampire. She approached her childe, who was stretched luxuriously across a red chaise, and stopped just next to her. Her free hand found the soft curls and trailed easily through the loose tendrils.
“I’ve brought you gifts.” She grinned, fangs shining in the candlelight. “A congratulations of sorts. Has the Needle not arrived yet? I was sure I was going to be late.”