<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/>Memories she couldn't understand flooded her mind at an incredible speed. It was similar to how she remembered feeling in the alley, among other things, but it was stronger; the images and thoughts at the tip of her tongue though she couldn't place them. Katherine relished in the pleasure of the feed, her body practically writhing against his as she continued drinking, her eyes opening to stare at the wall opposite, completely engulfed by the blood slipping down her throat.<br/><br/>When hands shot up to her shoulders and a gruff command left his lips, Katherine was brought back to reality. She stumbled backward a little, blinking as she fixed the shirt that rested against her flesh. Her bright eyes stared at Diego's strong back as her fangs slipped back into her gums. Her hand lifted to wipe at her lips, at the blood that dripped from the corner of her mouth before she popped her thumb between her lips to finish off her meal. Her spare hand moved to brush the hair out of her face, pressing her fingers through her locks as the they cascaded back over her shoulders before dropping back at her side with a sigh.<br/><br/>"S-Sorry..."<br/><br/>As he began telling her of what an awful job she'd done her cheeks puffed out as if she were some sort of stubborn child. Katherine lowered her chin slightly as she looked for the floor, feeling a little ashamed that she'd lost control yet again. Once she lifted her gaze, she met his ashen eyes once more and she found herself even more aware of what she was wearing.<br/><br/>"How can you say this isn't a disorder? I'm a freak. I have to drink blood and I can't even do that right." Her arms shot across her chest and her eyes stared off to the side. Katherine then continued, mumbling quietly under her breath as her bare food tapped the ground twice, shifting her weight to pop one hip to the side. "Ugh, this is so frustrating..."<br/><br/>The next thing she wanted to say caught in her throat; she didn't want to bite anyone. Maybe saying that would make her appear weak or stupid? She'd already done enough. She remained still when Diego started toward the door and Katherine found herself frowning, following his movement.<em>This Coven thing again?</em>The thought made her a little nervous, especially since she was hardly dressed for going out and meeting a bunch of strangers who happened to be vampires. How did one dress for such an occasion?<br/><br/>"Woah, Woah, Woah. Hold up there. I can't just wear this! Are you kidding? I don't care if they won't care. I care! You should care too! Who the hell turns up somewhere with a young girl dressed in his shirt? They'll have clothes for me there? How do you know I'm going to like what they have? And why would they have clothes there anyway? From people they've killed? I don't want to wear dead people's stuff. Can't we just stop by my apartment on the way there? Please? It'll only take a second with how fast we are, right?"<br/><br/>Katherine batted her eyelids as she pleaded with him, one hand raising to play with her hair, as if the motion would somehow strengthen her case.