Its an Insane World -[Psi]

[Katra Maguire]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Paris was considered the city of love. The romantic lights, the atmosphere, and the language. It was the city of lovers and of being giggly and sweet and in that stage of complete and total new born love. If you looked at the main streets, even at this main hour, there were pairs of lovers walking about. They were hand in hand, the little females placing their heads on their partners shoulders, and the males being bold by sneaking a kiss or two. Anyone just standing around could watch the couples go by and think precious little thoughts in their mind. One spot that was empty though, was the park that was near the outskirts of Paris. Just the gentle rustle of leaves and the light, almost silent sound of snow falling was all that could be heard. And of course, the gentle groans of protest from a certain female alpha werewolf that had decided to take up residency on a park bench. Katra laid there on the black wood bench, feeling the grooves from the different rungs of wood digging into her back. She had her full body height spread out and splayed across the bench. But since she was so tall, her head was near the edge on the left side, just barely staying on the bench and not hanging off. Her legs though, draped over the arm of the bench on the far right. The benches that had been placed in the park in random spots had not been made for a woman as tall as her to lay on. The heels that she had had on were on the floor by the leg of the bench where they had fallen off her feet since they were just hanging there. Her right arm was draped lazily across her stomach, her left containing a cigarette that was coming to the end of its life. The red embers on the tip were sizzling and causing more smoke to drift upwards into the freezing night air. And to help it along its journey, she took a long drag of it and then flicked it away from her, watching it sputter and die out. Looking back up at the sky, she released the gray puff of smoke, letting it spiral. Since her gaze was staring upward anyway, she noticed that it had started to snow. The tiny little flakes cascaded down to the ground in a steady rhythm. From her spot on the bench, she could feel the little things flake on to her skin and then melt away at the contact of heat. If someone walked by at the current point in time, they would think that Kat had lost a few marbles in her head. She was outside in the snow, wearing almost nothing at all. She had on her white bra, and matching bikini style underwear with little black bows on the side. Over that she was wearing a silk, almost completely see through, robe with a black sash that was just barely tied. The robe was open in a way where you could see her bra and the smooth planes of her stomach until the center of her belly. There was about an inch of cover and then the rest of her body was in view. From her hips and underwear down to her very very long legs. Being a werewolf however, was saving her. A werewolfs body heat was higher then most and so she barely felt the cold sting of the snowflakes. She just felt her own body heat raging out. Not to mention, drinking as much alcohol as she had, was warming her blood and making it sing. The bottle from which she had been drinking was sitting on the side there, almost completely empty. There was only about an inch left of the clear liquid that filled the bottle and her eyes lingered on it for a moment. She then growled and snatched it up in her hand, sitting up and bracing herself on her elbows so she could down the rest of the hundred percent proof whiskey. A small moan of pleasure left her lips and she placed the bottle on the ground once again before flopping back to the position that she had been in previously. It was comfortable even for her liquored up body. Her dark tawny curls were spilling over the side of the bench and through the gaps on the bench itself. It was unbelievably curly today and since she had had no time to cut it, the spiral locks were long and thick. When she left her hair down, the tips almost reached past her mid back. Closing her eyes, she tried to relax, brushing her fingers through the satin strands that smelt like coconut and sometimes vanilla. It all just depended on the scent of shampoo and body soap she had picked out that week. But she never strayed far from those scents, wanting to hold on to a small part of her best friend. The scent alone could soothe her, but everyone has their breaking point, and today was hers. Today was the day that she had finally said fuck it and let her temptation to drink and just be alone, take over. She had left Damien in charge while she was gone. She had noticed his worried glance, but honestly, she didnt care. Tristan still wasnt back home and she hadnt heard from him in months. No call for their anniversary, no call for birthdays, or holidays, or anything else that other couples thought were important. Normally, Kat herself didnt care, but with all the stress of the pack business, she had needed those little things. She wanted to know she was loved and she wanted to know he missed her. With no calls, and no messages and no mail, she was starting to wonder if Tristan remembered her at all. Did her husband remember she was here waiting at home? Did he remember that he had two children of his waiting here at home? And a third that was practically a daughter as well. With him gone, she had everything dumped on her. From being a mother and having to take care of three kids, to finding out what was going on with the other packs and the vampire covens that threatened her own family. Just last week she had found out that Sevanni Black, the biggest, baddest vampire in the land, wanted her daughter. Mena had a darkness in her that no one could explain. It was a darkness that most only got when they were adults and had seen the darker side of life. Already at the age of four, Mena loved to kill and torture other people. She had been begging Kat to take her out on a hunt and of course, her twin brother Scamp wanted to go as well. Sevanni had seen that darkness and now he wanted to pluck it up and nourish it for his own dark needs. Sure, Kat herself wasnt the best role model on being a kind person and not killing everything, but she was better then Sevanni. She could only imagine what Sevanni would do to her. The thought alone made her want to break down into tears. Everything seemed to be breaking apart at the seems. Unraveling and shredding right before her very eyes. People were still missing from the pack, and there was no sign of them. She had no idea where to look and where to start. She had been searching for so long now. Ever since becoming alpha she had been trying to tie the pieces back together. But things werent falling into place like a puzzle. It seemed like she had been ripped off and was missing one piece to it all. One very important piece that she needed to stop things from dying. Because thats what was happening. Her pack was dying. There were only a few wolves scattered here and there and she was worried every day that each one of them would eventually leave as well. Kat had never seen the pack so shattered. Ever since she was seven years old and Patrick had brought her here to live, the pack had been large, fun, and one big family. A family that would do anything for the others. You were never alone. But things were different. She was alone now. Ella and Patrick gone. Her husband missing and not responding to calls. And then to throw everything on top of it, her best friend had been forced against her will to become a vampire. One of the most stubborn, and hard headed werewolves in the world was now a vampire. And she knew deep down in her heart, she could never hate Nix. She could never bring herself to kill her. They had a bond that most never knew. And no matter what happened, that bond was going to stay there. Every time she learned about something else, she tried to stay calm, and even tempered and control her emotions. Tonight, she snapped. Went to a bar, drank until her head swam, and then wandered here into the park and dropped like a weight in water on the park bench. Honestly, she didnt know if she could move from this spot if she wanted to. And it would be her luck if someone came by that wanted a fight. Leaning up on to her elbows again, she glanced around the park and then of course, because she had been thinking about it, she saw a dark figure. Groaning, she dropped back down and then covered her eyes with her arm. "Who ever you are, go away. Im not in the mood for a fight. I'll kill you another day. Rain check." ----------------------------------------------- Count it: 1,628 Tag it: Psi Comments: Sorry x.x Kats idea...And yes, she is wearing what is in the picture.

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[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] He emerged from the alley, surprised he didn’t taint his white jacket or shirt by the crimson liquid that sedated his thirst. He abhorred the act of take a life, but it was a necessary step in his survival. As the saying goes, “In the natural order of things, some must die so that others may live.” He looked back to the one that gave her life to allow his to continue, even if it was unwilling. Judging by the way she presented herself, she seemed a like a woman who was in her late twenties. Her long, flowing black hair, that now fanned out on the floor, complimented her gentle features, such as her feather skin, but even more so than that, it accentuated the now fading sky-ice blue irises that looked like they could puncture you very being and read your souls deepest darkest secrets. It was a shame… She looked like her life would have reached heights only Re could have understood. (Paien) You should have just done the bitch and then drained her. (Ian) NO! That’s awful! How could you say such a thing? I think it was a horrid action. (Caden) You shouldn’t have done that. (Paien) Oh I’m sorry you’re royal highness. You do know that if it wasn’t her, it would have been us? (Caden) To hell with us. (Paien) You would say that. You wouldn’t hurt anything even if it was going to kill us. Don’t you remember what happened the last time we went without feeding? It never ends well. (Saeger) If you ask me, we did the world a favor. One less human to contaminate the world. (Caden and Ian) No One Asked You. (Ichabod) WILL ALL OF YOU STOP YOUR INCESSANT BLATHERING?! You all are pathetic, constantly bickering about trivial matters that shouldn’t even concern us! If none of you remember, we do have other issues that matter far more than whether the female lives or withers slowly, or leaves the world instantaneously, or however you wish her to depart this earth. Ichabod was growing tired of this, and he needed time to himself. He drowned out the others as they told each other how they were correct and how the other was a blundering moron who had no sense of how the world truly operated. Frankly, he couldn’t care less how she died. He was indifferent. He knew that it was needed to end her life. Granted, there were countless other people he could have chosen to replace her, but the way the night played out, she was the one who had her life shortened. He too wishes he could have spared her life, as well as the countless others who lost their lives by the hand of the six of them, but such sacrifices must be made. It’s the way life goes. One lives, another dies. If not by their hands, then it would have been by the hands of someone else, or even by the will of Osiris and Ienpw. (Paien) YO! ICHA-FUCKING-BOD! Ichabod let out a soft growl. He really wasn’t in the mood for such trifling drivel, especially from Paien or Saeger. (Ichabod) Yes Paien. How may be of service to you? (Paien) About fucking time. Look, how about you let me out and I get some action? You had your fun with that little slut. (Ian) Paien! I’m appalled! She wasn’t a slut nor was she a bitch! Poor girl was a college student! She was just drunk and was at the wrong place at the wrong time! (Paien) Yeah Yeah Yeah. Whatever Ian. I couldn’t care less. What do you say Ichabod? Can I? Oh how he wished this eternal battle between then would just cease and desist. (Ichabod) Paien, here is what shall happen. You shall stay silent, as will the rest of you. I shall continue to possess control of our body till tomorrow. And I shall do as I wish. Now, unless you wish for me to render you miserable, which you know I am capable of, I suggest you abstain from opening your mouth. From that point, Ichabod continued to ignore the blundering buffoons he had the unfortunate destiny to share a cranium with, and headed to the park nearby. Paris… oh how he hated it. Such an emotionally driven city. What happened to the Paris that use to exist? Where is the Paris that was driven by enlightened philosophers and scholars? Gone… Now it is occupied by children and fools who all they ever look for is “love” and such nonsense. Pathetic. They have no notion of what love actually is. They think love is nothing more than the act of coitus. He honestly couldn’t take what was going around him, so he decided to head to the nearest park. He never understood how, but the park always had a natural way of soothing him, and there was a particular spot he would always go to. It had the best spot because it always had the moon directly overhead at this time, and to top it off, the stars were always visible and bright. What he didn’t expect was someone occupying his spot. ”Whoever you are, go away. I’m not in the mood for a fight. I'll kill you another day. Raincheck.” ”And what, pray tell, gives you the impression that I am looking of a fight?” (Paien) Oh PLEASE! Let me fuck her to an inch of her life! PLEASE! (Caden) Paien, Shut up! (Saeger) Just leave her be. (Ian) She looks upset… Why not ask her what is wrong? (Paien) Are you serious?! She’s obviously drunk as hell! The smell of Whiskey and Tequila reek off her! (Ichabod) Did it ever occur to you imbeciles that she is not human? (Paien) Yes Ichabod. We are fully aware she is a wolf… but that doesn’t change the fact that she is drunk as hell and you have a golden opportunity to fuck her senseless! (Ian) Such Vulgarity Paien. Ichabod, just talk to her. She seems like she could use the company. (Ichabod) I could use time to myself. (Ian) When have I ever asked anything of you Ichabod? You always request my help and skills. Quid Pro Quo. As true as his statement was, Ichabod hated it. (Ichabod) Never ask me to do anything like this again, Ian, or I swear, I shall turn your world upside down. “What seems to be the matter? You seem to be upset?” ----------------------------------------------- Count it: 1081 (According to word) || 1046 (According the counter) || 1063.5 (According to Average) Tag it: Katra Comments: It's okay... I needed a Psi Post anyway. No one seems to like to post with him, so now I have to get back into shape with my Scitzo Vamp. Oh the joy.... And yes, he is wearing what is in the picture. And yes… I was super bored when I did the word count…

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[Katra Maguire]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] This particular park was very special to Katra. As far back as she could remember, she had come here with her families. First with her real parents, and then with her adopted werewolf family. Patrick and Ella would love to bring her out here to frolic and play around. Growing up with werewolf parents when you were human wasnt all that bad. She had learned at a young age what it felt like to be a pack. To be one connected family even if you werent related by blood. The different wolves of the pack had become her family. Her brothers and sister and aunts and uncles. If she got hurt, she would be swept up into the loving and caring arms of a pack member and they would take care of her. Make sure she was okay. And then when she was feeling better, they would come here to this park. They would let her run and play, pretending she was a werewolf hunting its prey. The park held memories of hers from when she was with her real parents. Stacy and Thomas Shadings had brought her and Ali here, to let them play and have fun and to also show them the place that they had met. They had actually met here on this very bench as well. Her mother had been sitting here reading a book and her father, getting one glance at her, had immediately known he wanted her. That he had to have her. So he had been nonchalant and sat down on the bench as well, keeping to himself at first. Her mother hadnt paid much attention to him but somehow her father got her attention and from there, he played his charm and magic. They had fallen in love almost at first sight. Kat had always loved this bench from that point on. When ever Patrick and Ella would bring her here to the park, she never told them her real parents had brought her here. Nor had she told them that the bench they sat on was special to her. There were very few places that she felt safe and protected in. There were fewer places that she would allow herself to sit at and think and let what ever happened, happen. At the current point in her life, there was a total of two places. Back at the pack house, up on the hill that overlooked the city, there was a tree. A very old oak tree that had been there ages before she had even been thought of. She had always wondered how old the tree actually was, but she did know she felt small and just like one tiny piece of the world when she stood next to it. The tree, even if it wasnt really something that could talk back to her, held her respect and had gotten the honor of being her thinking place. When she needed to be alone, and think over things, she would sneak out and then climb into that tree, to the top branch that could support her weight. Since she had found the tree when she was eight, she had been able to perch pretty high in the tree. Now that she was grown up, and almost six feet tall in height, the tree was a little harder to climb up. But that low, thick branches on the bottom held her weight and height just fine. And it still allowed her to look out on the city lights and ponder over what ever thoughts were clouding her mind and making her need to get away. Ever since becoming the alpha of the werewolf pack though, her tree was constantly occupied. Either by her or by other members in the pack. And when ever she needed to go there, people always went and found her. It had become almost impossible to be alone. So that had led her to look for a new spot. But it couldnt be just any spot. She had certain things that the spot had to contain. Like, she needed to feel safe and loved in that spot. The spot needed to have something beautiful for her to look at. And finally, the spot needed to feel special to her right away. It had only taken her a few days to realize what spot would be perfect. And when she had come to this bench for the first time, she had known immediately that this was her new place. And to her relief, none of her pack came to find her. None of them tracked her down. The park would be quiet and still, a few flowers and bushes flowing with the wind. Every now and then she would see a couple walking, and she would make sure they were okay and that no vampires were stalking them. Those bloody creatures loved to take down two at one time. But mainly, she was left alone and left to her thoughts. Her tawny eyes would always gaze up at the stars and she would feel like what she did with the tree. Tiny and small compared to the bigger picture of things. Anyone that knew Kat very well, would never think she could feel this way. To them, Kat was always the bitchy, self absorbed, and cruel girl that wasnt capable of thinking of something like that. It amazed her how little some people knew her. Today was the first time she had arrived at this bench as drunk as she was. She knew it was a stupid move. A stupid idea. She was the alpha of the werewolf pack that hunted down and killed vampires. Some vampires that she came across told her she smelt like death, that the smell of dead vampires coated her skin. She didnt believe that for a minute, but it made her smile none the less. Being feared always made it so much easier to kill people. People panicked when they were scared, they made mistakes. And with a vampire, making a mistake when you were fighting her, was a very bad thing. Any vampire that knew her name, knew her scent and saw how drunk she was would love to take the chance to kill her. To get rid of one of the only things standing in their way of survival. Her pack was getting smaller and smaller, but the people that were left, were tough fighters and followed her lead. Get rid of the leader, and things would fall apart. With Tristan being gone, the leadership of the pack would fall into empty hands. No one would know who to give the leadership to. The only reason that Kat had gotten it was because she had been there the longest and had proved she was a tough fighter. Plus, it helped that she had been the adopted daughter of the pack leader before hand. Patrick had been the one to change her, and had been the one to raise her. She held some of him in her, and it helped her lead the pack the way she was. She was a good leader with what she had been given to work with. The remains of a once proud pack and family. Everything had gone to hell, and somewhere in her, she knew it wasnt her fault, but everywhere else in her body, she blamed herself. She blamed everything that was happening on herself. The pack was falling apart, and she knew she couldnt fall apart herself. She needed to stay strong. But even an alpha needs a break down every now and then. Her only regret at the moment, was being as drunk as she was, and that with her luck, she had run into a vampire. Sitting back up on her elbows she raised an eyebrow and watched him move closer until she could see him more clearly. When she finally took in his entire appearance, she blinked and to her surprise, she felt her heart speed up and a sudden need to touch his skin. To press her nose against his neck and breathe in his scent until it coated her skin and filled her head. Sitting up more, she shook her head and growled mentally at herself. It was the alcohol in her. It was making her crazy and way out of it. Not acting like herself. Yeah, that was it. At least, thats what she told herself because the other option that was there, she didnt even want to bring up and didnt even want to prod at. The vampires words though made her blink in surprise. Was he serious? Was he actually telling her that he didnt want to fight? That was new. Leaning forward, she placed her right elbow on her thigh after crossing her legs. The robe flared out a little more, showing even more of her skin. This vampire intrigued her. There was something about him that was different then any other vampire she had met. He had a certain feeling about him, a certain, unique and dark flare. She didnt really know how to put it into words. Her tawny eyes watched him, narrowed only slightly and taking him in. Had you not been able to smell the alcohol on her breath and skin, you never would have guessed she was drunk. She looked like she was studying him, and like she was very lucid. But at his second set of words, she blinked and then laughed loudly, falling back on to her back and placing her hand on her stomach. She looked upset? She wondered what had given that away? The fact that she was drunk as hell on a park bench? That she was barely dressed? That she was in a grumpy mood? Once again, she sat back up and looked back to him. "To your first answer, I expect a fight because your kind never go without a fight. You bloodsuckers always kill. Always fight." Getting to her feet, she left the heels off, and walked closer to him, snatching up the empty bottle of whiskey. "To your second question, no, ya think? I always just sit on a park bench in my underwear and drink until everything is fuzzy. Real smart observation. You should get a medal." Rolling her pretty eyes,she shoved the empty bottle into his chest and then let go of it. Whether he caught it or let it shatter at his feet was up to him. She then went back to her bench and sat back down, spreading out once again, and stretching her arms high above her head, showing off her entire lithe, and well muscled body. She didnt even realize she was doing it. It was just a stretch to her. Curling her legs on to the bench, she tilted her head and looked back to him. "So there you go. You can go away now." ----------------------------------------------- Count it: 1,813 Tag it: Psi Comments: She really is so very sarcastic haha

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[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] "To your first answer, I expect a fight because your kind never go without a fight. You bloodsuckers always kill. Always fight. To your second question, no, ya think? I always just sit on a park bench in my underwear and drink until everything is fuzzy. Real smart observation. You should get a medal." He felt the bottle hit his chest when she shoved it into him… He grabbed it when she let go and he threw it into the nearest garbage without looking. This one was a bit on the wild side. But despite the sarcasm and the attitude, she had a certain quality that seemed to spark the desire in him. His mind told him to move towards her, pull her close, and… (Paien) Ah… So you thought it too huh? You sly dog you! (Ichabod) I’m sure our consciousness thought patters were on different ends of the spectrum Paien. So refrain from bothering me. “Well Well, miss drunk on a park bench has a mouth on her. Well, in regards to your first point, I am not like most of my kind. And it’s not just my kind that love to spark conflict between the species. You wolves seem to love conflict as well. In any case, this isn’t a pointing match of whose kind is better than the other. I honestly couldn’t care about this pissing match between Vampires and Werewolves. And as for my observation, even a blind monkey could see you are upset. I’m offering an ear and company. Yes, we may be different species and I’m sure would enjoy nothing more than sink your teeth into my neck and watch me squirm until I stop… for lack of better words, living… But I’m sure we both could use a break from our problems and have someone care for a second…” (Ian) Be Nice Ichabod… You aren’t really giving her a reason to stay and confine in you. (Ichabod) I’m sorry… You may be able to read people’s emotions, but you have always been a bad judge of character Ian. If you don’t like it… I can always leave her Ian... (Ian) Fine… (Ichabod) I’m doing this for you… at least show some appreciation.

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He moved towards the end of the bench that her legs were closes too and as he was sitting down he placed his hand softly on her knee and brushed over it to show he meant to harm and that he was there to help.

”So… what is on your mind?”

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[Katra Maguire]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Never in her life had she met a vampire so confusing, and so intriguing as the one before her. He seemed to be built from a different side of the block. Where most vampires took one look at her, one whiff at her scent, and they attacked her with everything they had. The vampires around here had learned to recognize and identify the Alpha of the werewolf pack. She had even heard that the local vampires were taking bets. Who ever could detach her pretty pretty little head from her body and bring it back for proof that she was dead, would be claimed the big bad vampire of Paris and the other would give what ever money was in the bet. From the last vampire that she had fried and had gotten information from, the pot so far was at a good chunk of about 25,000 dollars. It was a nice hefty price for just her head and death. But thats what was going on in the underworld and thats not something she could really change. It just made her giggle when she attacked those vampires that had their money in the bets and then she took their lives. This vampire though, wasnt local. She would have seen him around. And besides that fact, he should have attacked her. Had any other vampire come across her so drunk and so very out of it, she would have had an even worse night. She would have had to fight the poor bastard and even if she was drunk, she could kick some serious ass. They hadnt made her Alpha for no reason at all. She had earned her spot as the head of the pack. Just at the current point in time she didnt feel like she really deserved it. That she wasnt helping her family and that maybe if she stepped down, things would be so much better. This vampire though, he stayed where he was. He didnt attack her and he even said he wasnt looking for a fight. What vampire wasnt looking for a fight? She just couldnt wrap her mind around it and Katra was no idiot. Her scent would be around her, even with the mix of tequila and whiskey. If he knew who she was, he didnt say so. But she had a strange feeling that he didnt know her as the pack Alpha of the local werewolf pack. The pack that hunted down his kind and killed them for sport, for fun, and for protecting the people of the city. In the restaurant that she owned and worked at, she sold charms and things of that sort. She always told the people that they could sleep well at night because the Alpha werewolf and all the rest of the pack was watching, and would always be watching. If she closed her eyes and concentrated hard enough, she could feel every werewolf member that was left in the pack. She could tell you where they were and what they were feeling. Like she could feel Damien at the pack house. He was sulking around and she wasnt quite sure why. There were some lines though that were faint and some lines that were completely out. Tillie, Evey, Caleb, those lines were the ones she didnt know what was going on. They were her pack members that she couldnt find. That she didnt know if they were dead or alive. It was unnerving and she missed them. She missed Evey's help and intelligence. She was always the counselor in a pack house of utter and complete chaos. The sweet and gentle hand. The one that loved Frank Sinatra and got others to listen as well as they stared out at the stars on the hood of Calebs car and shared a smoke. Then there was Caleb. The erratic, and crazy wolf that had an accent so thick that unless you knew him, you couldnt tell what the hell he was saying. He had been one of her best friends and she had loved his dangerous. lethal and deadly driving in that cab of his. She missed seeing Bessie parked out front next to her black mustang and Tristans motorcyle. She also missed the information that the blonde wolf had known about blowing things up. He was the arsenal. And last, was Tillie. Silly Tillie. The little wolf had been so bubbly and sweet as she was vicious and sarcastic. Tillie could almost drown you in cuteness and Kat missed the way that when ever she walked into a room, it would light up and immediately come to life. Of course, the two lines that were black and dead, were the lines of Patrick and Ella. The two people that had become her parents when the vampire murdered her family. Patrick and Ella were her mom and dad and she missed them so very much. Their comfort and warmth. Their laughter. The way they could make her feel at ease. And the parties they used to host for the whole pack. The pack used to be alive...vibrant. Now they were hardly hanging on. Just there by a thread. If this vampire killed her, that thread would snap, and her pack would fall apart. She was one of the only things keeping things together. Still clinging to the hope that they could bring it back from the dead. That they would rise from ashes like a phoenix. It was a very large dream, but she still dreamed. She couldnt give up her home. She couldnt just give up on the pack that had raised her since she was seven years old. Ever since she was little, she had been surrounded by warm, furry bodies and the feeling of home, pack, family. A packs bond was stronger then anything else in the world. And it couldnt be shattered that easily. Sevanni Black could do his worst, but she could do it right back. She wasnt a sarcastic bitch for nothing. His words that he aimed at her though, made a small smile appear on her lips and she laughed. She couldnt help it. He had some good points and she was stunned to find she was agreeing with a vampire. There was a small part of her that was tired of all of this. It was exactly like he said. A pissing match. A match between werewolves and vampires and there really was no possible way to win on either side. Each side had too many numbers and too many good fighters. As well as people that were just as stubborn as her and refused to let their family down and refused to give up so easily. Just a few stubborn people could go a long way. She herself was proof of that. "If you think I have a mouth on me NOW...you should see me when Im sober. Im not nearly as nice." She told him which was the honest truth. She may be sarcastic and a little mean when she was drunk. but a drunk Kat would talk to a vampire. A sober one, would not. She would, as he had so lovely put it, want to sink her teeth into his neck and bite down until his blood gushed into her mouth and his squirming non living body ceased to move. "Well...You have that right. On a sober day, I probably would have done just that. But you caught me now...Im feeling...generous. And Im not in the mood to kill for the moment." Her curious, intelligent, tawny eyes stayed focused on him, seeming more clear then they should have been with how much alcohol was in her system. She should have been completely out of it. But this was Katra and she was a werewolf. She could handle more drinks then a human could and she also made herself focus. Around a vampire, you couldnt really tell what was going on. Whether they would jump you from behind once you turned your back. As she studied him, she noticed the small changes in his posture. It was almost as if he was having an internal conversation with himself. But since she didnt really know him all that much, she couldnt just ask him. Well, correction, she could, and on a normal basis, she probably would have. And asked it in some cocky, snarling way. Today, she was just going to be relaxed and at ease. She didnt want that tension returning to her body. It was surprising though that he wanted to be a comforting ear and a comforting shoulder for her to dump her problems. Even drunk, she knew better then to dump everything. But she could dump some. Why not? She needed someone to talk to. Even if he looked like he would rather bolt. Watching him walk back over to the bench, her eyes never left his body. And if she was being honest with herself, he had a lovely body. A lovely smell too. Which was a first for her. Normally the smell of a vampire bit at her nose and made her want to scrunch it up. This one though, she wanted to pin him underneath her and roll over that skin and have it cling to her own. That was a crazy thought though and she controlled her inner urge. She was a little frightened that she was this attracted to a vampire. If she kept her cool, maybe she could get through this and then look at what this all meant later on. Was she starting to feel like Nix? That not all vampires were bad? That some were defects and didnt fit the curve? No...No...She couldnt let her mind go that way. She needed to stay with her beliefs. All vampires were bad. All vampires were killers. All of them. And all of them needed to die. However, nothing in her beliefs said she needed to kill him right now. Why not have some vampire therapy? Wow that sounded crazy to her and it was in her own mind! While she had had the mental debate inside her head she hadnt noticed that he had sat down over by where her legs were curled under herself at the end of the bench. His hand brushed on her knee in a tender and soft gesture, showing he wasnt going to hurt her and that his words would ring true. That small brush of skin against skin though made her entire body flare with heat. It was a need so huge and great that she felt like a fire. Hot, burning, consuming, and boy was she being consumed. She quickly bit on to her lip to keep a small moan from passing through her lips but her body still gave her away. A noticeable shiver danced down her spine and it caused her to close her eyes briefly. When the delicious sensation was done, and she opened her eyes, they were burning with amber light with tawny highlights. They were her wolf eyes. The shiver or the eyes on their own would have been proof enough that she was interested in the vampire before her. But both put together was a very clear sign that she wanted this vampire and badly. That she was so turned on her wolf came to the surface because she lost a moments control. That had never happened to her before and in a way it scared her. But anger was hot on its heels. She wasnt scared of anything. And she wasnt going to start now. Sitting up, she pulled her legs away from him, putting them down on the ground and concentrated on getting rid of the eyes, making them go back to being her normal tawny. "I have a lot on my mind. It would take all night to tell you the problems that this Alpha werewolf is dealing with." Shaking her head softly, she felt her eyes go back to normal and she looked over at him curiously. "Why...Whats on your mind? You kinda seem like you would rather be left alone and not give a fuck about me. Which I would understand." She gave a gentle shrug and then she sighed once more before offering her hand. Might as well be civil. "Im Katra by the way. But I go by Kat. I cant really say its a pleasure to meet you." ----------------------------------------------- Count it: 2,071 Tag it: Psi Comments: Ta da! Listening to: Criminal Minds