As she gathered her breath the elder watcher could hear the distinctive sound of a kill behind her. Likely the young girl had taken out her frustration out on any demon unlucky enough to still be breathing in there. In a moment of less than ladylike behavior Katherine gathered the taste of bile and blood in her mouth and spat it as far as she could. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand she turned to face her charge a whirlpool of intense and unnameable emotions swirling behind her eyes.
Every word that came to mind was a failure. How could she explain herself? She didn't even understand it, not entirely. Full lips opened in an attempt to begin conversation, but nothing came forth. She had already apologized for her behavior, but it wouldn't be so simple. Bloodied hands still shook with the merciless desire they had roused. Sighing in frustration-at language, at sex, at herself- Katherine asked, "Spare a fag?"