<div class="floatleft">(https://33.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8z7tac0yX1rssz4mo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Katherine Rose Holden. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10744707#msg10744707)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Salazar's Apartment - Coffin Chamber.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>One of Salazar's black dress shirts and nothing much else.<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>TheBlackThrone<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Katherine stared at the other, her finger tips clenching at the hem of the dress shirt she wore as he spoke. A frown darkened her expression as he deemed her unable to control herself. The girl sneered at him, her head shaking in disbelief as her bright eyes followed him. It didn't seem he was going to let her speak, just that he was going to lock her up until he could be bothered with her again. It wasn't like she'd killed some innocent bystander!<br/><br/>"And who are you to say that? I can't walk a block without pouncing someone; are you fucking joking? I don't know if you've been paying attention, Mr. Judgey Vampire Detective, but I haven't just been jumping anyone I can get my hands on while trying to survive this...this shit!"<br/><br/>It wasn't often that Katherine cursed. The brunette bit back the urge to insult him as he only added fuel to this open flame with his mention of not letting her leave. As he turned to walk out of the coffin room, Katherine felt something shift within her; she couldn't spend her days locked up in some freaks coffin chamber until he decided she could be let out. Kat paused for a moment as he stepped past her and she felt herself spin on her bare heel, a hand jolting out quickly to grip a hold of his wrist, tugging him back to look at her.<br/><br/>"You're going to let me out of here, whether you like it or not."<br/><br/>It was strange, as if her being trapped in that room alone had control over her hunger. Katherine felt her grip tighten on his wrist before her eyes glanced toward the exit for the briefest second. Then she darted for the door like a mouse fleeing a cat. She felt faster than she'd felt before, speeding toward the door wildly before gripping a hold of the handle, intending to pull it open just as quickly and make her escape. She wouldn't just stop at the living room either, she'd make a break for the apartment exit; Kat didn't even care that she wasn't dressed...appropriately.