Katia Perevyortov is coming for Nikita (oneyouimagined) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-12-29 16:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-10-10, katia, lazarus |
and what am i supposed to do with all of this free time?
WHO | Katia and Lazarus
WHERE | Streets of Scarlet Oak
WHEN | Night
NOTES | Any dialogue in italics is spoken in Russian.
The more time she spent in Nikita's house, the less of a tolerance Katia had for what was happening inside of the house. Her childe seemed content to be a part of this twisted Brady Bunch nuclear family of sorts and it absolutely disgusted the elder vampire. Nikita was a Rose, not some sappy little Sol who reeked of humanity, and yet here she was playing mother to a were and a psychic while her pretty little girlfriend was away at work. She couldn't put her finger on just why it bothered her exactly -- apart from how Nikita was so much better than it -- but it made her stomach roll. If she had her way, she would slaughter the whole house just to rid herself of the feeling, but that was not please Nikita. At all. And maybe that was why she was so sickened. Perhaps it was not Nikita's attachment to Missy or the children or this pitiful thing they called life, but rather that Nikita's happiness meant anything to her at all.
More than anything, it was that thought that drove Katia out of the house. If anyone realized that she actually gave a damn about her progeny, even for a second, someone might accuse her of being weak. And that perception was out of the question. Katia could not be seen as someone who cared about anything. Hell, if her sire had shown up, she would have been punished just for letting her childe get away with such nonsense. She needed to talk to Nikita, to put an end to this distraction. There was still work to be done and a "family," no matter how seemingly happy, was only going to take away from that.
Katia was in a mood and she wanted nothing more than to destroy whatever crossed her path. Funnily enough people were trying to stay inside with their families after being reunited and absolutely no one came near enough to catch her attention, though that could have been because she was a little distracted herself. How could Nikita just leave her to her own devices? How could she choose anyone over her? An angry growl ripped out of Katia's lips as she kicked a mailbox clear off of its post, unopened letters and junk mail exploded from the mouth. As the ruined aluminum shell skittered across asphault, she caught the scent of someone nearby. It was no human -- the only reason that kept her feet planted -- but instead something else, something older and darker.
"Who's there?" She called out in her native tongue. She doubted that she would be understood or even answered, but at least it bought her just enough time to try and distinguish the smell.