Katia Perevyortov is coming for Nikita (oneyouimagined) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2015-01-26 22:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-10-13, eileen, katia |
when strangers come knocking
WHO | Katia and Eileen
WHERE | O'Neill Residence
WHEN | Night
NOTES | Any dialogue in italics is spoken in Russian.
The house was driving her crazy. To be more specific, the people in the house. Katia could care less about the children, honestly. They were barely blips on her radar. Except the tiny one that smelled like heaven… if heaven had a smell, that is. Kristen was her name and the longer Katia spent around the little girl, the more she wondered how delightful it might be to eat her. Niece or not, the temptation was nearly overwhelming. She found this primal nature deep within her; the knowledge that she could take Kristen and devour her before anyone could stop her practically made her mouth water.
But then Missy would be mad at her.
Somehow, Katia didn’t see that as the end of the world. But if Missy was unhappy, then that might make Nikita unhappy and that was something that Katia wanted to avoid. Why? Missy thought, implied and even accused Katia of some illicit act going on between her and the other Russian, but she knew it wasn’t true. Was it? She would remember something like that for sure. Katia had never been so unsure of herself or what she knew to be true and the feeling disgusted her. Her very skin felt wrong and she wanted someone to blame for it. Without asking, Katia went into Nikita’s room while the family was out for something nauseating. She pulled clothes out of Nikita’s closet and dressed herself in front of Nikita’s full length mirror.
Much better. She grinned at her reflection. Already she was feeling more confident, more certain that she was a force to be reckoned with. Perhaps that was something she ought to remind her sister? These familial ties were silly and they made less sense than why she shouldn’t eat up little children. After she was dressed, Katia wandered around until she found Nikita’s study. The room was as posh and elegant as the rest of the house and she had the vaguest inkling that something not exactly legal took place in this room. The desk was smooth and Katia ran her fingers over the polished wood before opening the drawers and studying their contents.
A letter opener with an ebony handle intrigued her and caused her to smirk, but she found more interest in a black, leather bound address book. She flipped through the pages without really looking for anyone in particular and stopped randomly. Scrawled in red ink, she found the name Kiara followed by an address. Which took her outside, into the night, to the O’Neill household. She approached the door and let the scents of the home wash over her. Whoever lived here was… unusual. The air was heavy with a scent that felt familiar, but Katia could not place it to save her life. Finally, she knocked. It wasn’t that Katia didn’t know how rude it was to show up without warning, especially to a stranger’s house.
She just didn’t care.