There they were, the words he'd told her to use, the fight back against the bargains he would try to make. She was a good friend. And he did care about her. But if she didn't work with him on this then he would tear her fucking throat out just to drink her down and damn the consequences. "Mitchell has his own demons chasing him and Alex...Alex can't know its come to this, not again. Because I tried. I really honestly did this time. But when you don't have a choice, when it calls to you, when everything you are is telling you just to let go, just to let him in. And Katherine, you never got to meet me...him...not properly."
Hal stepped closer to her, so painfully aware of just how human she was. "He'd like you, rather a lot, he'd be sorry to see you wasting your devotion on those you do, on Elijah, on Damon before him. More than that he would show you why it was unwise? This life you see, Its not all showy death and mind fucks. It can be really rather...entertaining." he decided, believing the word described it enough for now. "I've realised I can't do it, not cold turkey, not with an apocalypse breathing down our necks. If you want to keep Lord Harry from this place then you have to let me feed. Just a little you understand, just enough to keep my control. Keep him out, don't you see? You'd be helping me, but I was too stubborn to admit this might be needed. Too sure I could undo centuries of murder and death by routines and radio 4."
Besides which, she wasn't getting out of this room until she'd answered in a way that pleased him.
Where had that...
"Katherine I...I need it. I need it or he will overpower me!"