The guilt her sibling had placed in the watcher's mind stewed amongst her thoughts of retaliation and escapism. If there was anything Katherine St. James was not it was a coward. It went against the grain to avoid her problems, better to smash through them. By might or manipulation mattered not as long as the obstacle was overcome, which it always was. She may be in unfamiliar territory with these troubles of the heart, but the tried and true instincts were hard to deny. Even as her cage of her reform attempted to avoid the temptation by isolating herself the urges would not leave her be.
In a despearate need for action of some sort she slipped into her own personal version of the covert operations uniform she had last worn on the group's first foray into patrolling felt like crawling into her old skin. Tactics and torture flowed through her mind freely. Deciding the smarter course of action was to exhaust the desires she set about locating her dark, little slayer. Thoughts in general faded as the predator mind took over. From the roof of the hotel she watched the girl leave and began her pursuit.
She clung to rooftops and shadows using extreme running in a skillfully covert sort of fashion. It felt good and natural stalking Kelsey. It had been quite sometime. She had not shadowed the girl since revealing herself to save the child from the bringers that invaded her home. Katherine had been curious for sometime about these little nightly excursions. She did not have long to wait which was best since her patience was thin at best.
When the girl set upon beating on a demon the watcher thought that the girl was getting ambitious or perhaps was looking for more practice, but such was not the case. The more she watched she realized that her little, dark slayer was toying with the beast. The gleeful sadism in Kelsey's movements, the freedom was quite intoxicating. Katherine's stomach tightened and actually gave a soft growl. But this hunger would not be sated by anything on a menu. The desire to release her pain, anger and frustration on some unwitting denizen of the underworld was overpowering. Intense gaze fixated on the young girl she slid down a utility pipe to land quietly behind her. Katherine had no doubt that she had been heard anyway but decided to properly announce her presence. "Excellent. Pure genius. Your form is a bit reckless, but I assume that is half of the pleasure." Slow, measured steps carried her closer to the raven haired slayer. Light brown pools radiated her bloodlust. Every movement of her body screamed of lethal grace. The air of a predator was thick about her. "Do you mind a bit of company?"