Katherine walking back inside the shop to check on the poor fellow. Then she wondered what she had done. At least put there he had a chance. Here, she would surely lose control and feed off him. Settling down, she sat at the edge of the couch in wait for morn. Her eyes staring at him, then as she saw the covers had been moved. Her gaze traveled to his neck. Not pale. But more of a red from turning cold to warm so quickly. Her eyes lost its normal fluency. She studied him with intent. Knowing fully what she was feeling.<br/><br/>But she could not stop the inconstant and constant need for blood as though it were a drug. A drug with no way to stop the addiction. A drug that would not do harm to her. But cause her pain to be done with. She moved in, she wanted so badly to lose herself in the feel. To not feel dread or death. Then she noticed the tears. Instead of biting Brian, she took a hand and brushed the tears away. She had no idea what she was doing. But she knew she had to for some reason. Katherine grasped his warm hand with her cold deathly ones. Then sat there for the night. Watching over him with a certain urgency. She just hoped he would not fall prey to her. He had to leave tomorrow.