<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=146769.msg6641499#msg6641499">Quote from: Lady Kalypso on 24-07-2012, 03:13:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She could tell that he was so taken aback that he had to gather himself up for a few minutes. She hadn't realized asking about him was so pressured, and immediately regret her decision. She watched him closely as he began, surprised that he was 700 years old. Even her maker was only four hundred. Apparently she didn't know much about angels, seeing as how this was the first one she'd met. She smiled when he spoke of his father not wanting him to cause trouble, and nodded her head as he explained his fighting history. Every supernatural needed to know how to fight, and it was more than Catriana could ever muster. His last bit caused her to giggle quietly, watching him as he looked down and looked back up. Her own question was pushed back onto her and Catriana readily accepted, having had many, many years to formulate a story that wouldn't cause her to cry.<br/><br/>"I was born in 1797, the daughter of nobility, and loved every minute of the social balls, walking in Hyde Park and riding in the country on hunts and having tea parties with all my friends. When I was 16, I had my coming out party, and was introduced into society as an eligible woman who could marry. My face was pretty, but my attitude sucked, for I could never quite conform to society's wishes. My dress was a little too low cut, or I wore too many breeches in public, or... my mouth got the best of me. Apparently the matrons do not like your opinion on <em>everything</em> no matter how good you think it is! My third coming out season was when I turned 18, and I found my husband. We married shortly after our courtship, and on our wedding night, he bit me and turned me. At first I was irate, threatening, and almost succeeding in killing him a time or two. The next one hundred years were spent with him teaching me about being a vampire, and I finally had enough of his crap and left. I've been almost everywhere in the world, save for the remote countries, and from the 1950s on, I have attended schools all over the world, being a senior." <br/><br/>She smiled, quite proud of how far she'd come from being a woman scorned and dependent on others. "I vow to find the bastard and kill him once and for all one day. He took everything from me, a social life, children, happiness. I trust I will never truly be happy 'til I know he's in his final resting place." She leaned close to him, her eyes glittering wickedly. "And yes, I do have some good stories. The British Literature teacher will be astonished that I know the exact kind of port Lord Byron drank when he read his poems to the small intimate group in his home. I was there." She winked at him and leaned back a bit, so as to not cause trouble for anyone looking over.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Mike listened intently, drinking in every detail of her past.  Upon hearing her vow, he told her,<strong>"For what it's worth, my dad keeps tabs on most forms of supernatural beasts.  I can ask him for the file on your 'friend'.  And I can help you exact your revenge if you want.  I'm...Good at revenge."</strong>He slipped back into his seat and closed his eyes for a moment.  This year was going to be very interesting.  He had met his first vampire, and he kinda, sorta, liked her.  He had revealed a few of his powers on his first day in a strange school, and he had met a species of supernatural that his father rarely gathered information about.