It was difficult for Katia to grasp anything human -- after all, she had only been mortal for twenty-two and a half years. That time had been passed ten times over in her undead existence -- everything had changed. The endless country sides had been plowed down and paved over to make mini-malls and movie theaters, the farmers had been bought out by McDonald’s and the government. And Katia? Everything Katia had knows as a human, had been thrown out the window and forgotten -- so she did as well. Mortal children were little creatures for her to toy with, wretched little thing that seemed to get taller every year -- remembered when eleven year old would have to look up at her, but now that seemed to have changed as well. Her height was still a tender spot after all these centuries -- some vampires just didn’t understand what it was like to be stuck at an age barely able to drink, let alone far below the status quo height of any nation.
“We both know I’m brilliant, lovely. Though, I do agree -- this town is a horrible little thing. Why ever on earth they would send anyone here is far beyond my comprehension,” she seemed to shrug off the absurdity of the choice in a matter of moments. Too busy coddling Nikita at the moment to really put much thought into what she was doing here. Actually having documentation with her true name, humans squinting at her to see if they say the four-hundred years in her eyes like all those romanticized novels said. They would realize the only thing in Katia’s eyes was a cool like of narcissistic love for herself, and possibly a likely death threat of if they got too close. Thumb still moving over her child’s cheek, before she made something of a huff.
“Demons this, demons that -- rubbish, I say. I’m sure there’s much more to worry about than demons,” she waved that dismissive hand again, while moving to seat herself upon Nikita’s desk. Though, not before brushing imaginary dust off the top and making sure nothing would stick to her three hundred dollar pants. Jumping slightly, that damn height again, before settling one leg over her opposite knee, the crimson stiletto bobbing in the air as she sat. “Take for example the fact that I had to take a mortal plane here. One tried to talk to me, Nikita -- he called me ‘buddy’. I am in no way his buddy,” Her distaste for humans was rather obvious once they were out of earshot -- she played the charming fanged friend so well to their face, but once they turned around her nose tipped up and she regained her superior air.
“I have heard!” She seemed tickled again, her throat rumbling in a delighted purr as Nikita passed fingers through her hair, “You’re a high end -- what do they call it?” Brows furrowed -- yet, her accent had relinquished slightly, but she still wasn’t the best speaker in English. “Landlord -- lady? Yes, yes. I hadn’t quiet thought that far ahead, this relocation was rather spur of the moment. Not to mention lining up an American work visa -- this Light of May is nonsensical at best, I’ve never needed a work visa before. It’s this little card that says I am allowed to work in this stupid little country -- who are they to tell me what I can and cannot do? I was centuries old before they were even a glimmer in their dreadful grandparent’s eyes.”
Arms looped through one of Nikita’s sometime during her little rant, shuffling across the desk to mold against the younger vampire’s side as she settled her chin on her child’s shoulder. The desk helped the height problem a little, but not by much. Lickable green eyes were all for Nikita, the sire was always a little touchy-feely with her only child, “You take such good care of your sire, sugar.” Sugar rolled off that Russian tongue like a promised purr, a rumble of appreciation rolled through the pint-sized blonde, as she rubbed her cheek on Nikita’s shoulder.
“What is there to do in this town? You know how terribly restless I get,” A pout on full red lips, chin still on her shoulder, the next sentence game out as a laughed purr, “All work and no play, makes Katia hungry.”
Wasn’t the phrase ‘a dull girl’? Apparently she felt it needed to be changed.