Catherine tilted her head, cocking an eyebrow at the red-haired girl. She evidently seemed to know of the vampire. Although, she seemed to have mixed feelings about him, if the war of emotions crossing her face was anything to go by. Not that Catherine could exactly judge that, either. She hated the man, wanted more than anything to drive a stake through his cold, dead heart. But, there was something about him. She couldn't help but wonder what he was like in his nice periods.
"But, you know him. Don't you? It's written all over your face." The werewolf said, taking in the rest of the information the girl had given her. "I'd like to say that's impossible," She frowned, "But, evidently it isn't. And, it would explain your strange attire." She said, as her mouth twitched up into an almost smile. The future, she was alive, and the devil had been stopped. And maybe, just maybe she'd get to meet the nice version of Lord Hal.