<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>Downtown - Her Apartment.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>One of Salazar's black dress shirts and nothing much else.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>TheBlackThrone, Open.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>[ Continued from here. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=218727.msg10794495#msg10794495) ]<br/><br/>“It’s literally just up these stairs.” Katherine turned over her shoulder to glance at Diego who’d followed her from his apartment to hers in order for her to pick up something less dubious for her to wear.<br/><br/>Currently, Katherine was dressed in only a black dress shirt of Diego’s and no matter how nice it looked on her or how comfy it felt, she wasn’t exactly thrilled to be wearing it out in public. Despite them practically teleporting down the street with how fast they were moving, they still had to stop once they’d reached their destination and that meant she could risk being seen by any Tom, Dick or Harry. As she started up the metal stair case to her apartment – A small place above an electronics store in the downtown area – Katherine paused.<br/><br/>Being a few steps up, her hand gripping the guard rail as she span suddenly to look over her shoulder, her bright eyes found Diego’s and she frowned.<br/><br/>“It’s not…nice. Like your place. So just...You better not poke fun or anything.”<br/><br/>The brunette quickly turned away, continuing her ascent of the metal stair case to her front door. She always kept a spare key under the- Katherine froze as she stepped from the last step. Her bright blue orbs stared at the door which was clearly open. The lock had been pulled from the wood and the door hung open just enough for her to see into the hallway. Had someone broken in?<br/><br/>Worry set on her features and she rushed forward without even thinking. Her hands pressed onto the door and she barged her way into the building, stumbling into the living room at the end of the corridor. Her couch was over turned, photo frames smashed on the ground, bookshelves and cabinets lying on the floor; it was a complete mess. She didn’t even think that somebody might still be there; she could only think about one thing. Turning to her left, the young vampire pushed her way through an open door, leading into her small bedroom. Her single bed had been torn apart, her bedside table turned on its surface along with her clothing pulled from her wardrobe, some of it torn and tossed about the room.<br/>Katherine seemed to ignore it all and she stopped beside her bed, her hands fumbling with the mattress to find a slit along its side. She pulled the cut open with both hands before fishing around for something, only to fall to her knees, her arms crossed across the bed as she tried to gather her thoughts. She felt tears streaming down her face as she failed to find what she was looking for. It was all she could do to grit her teeth and mutter into the mattress.<br/><br/>“Fuck…!”<br/><br/>Then she heard something, something she might not have heard had she still been human. It sounded like something shifted or moved and raising her head and standing, the girl turned to look in the direction of the noise. Her hands moved to wipe at her face as she made her way to the door; it connected to another hallway that lead to the kitchen and ultimately back to through to the living room. Her apartment was just one big circle. Katherine reached for the handle and she slowly began to pull the door open.<br/><br/>Before she could even process what was going on, the door flew toward her. A taller man pushed through, his hand gripped her neck like a vice and with the full force of his weight he sent her stumbling backward into the opposing wall. Her fangs shot from her gums like razors and her eyes widened in shock and anger as she hissed at him, but he had already grabbed her. She had no time to jump back. Katherine’s own hands moved to grip his wrist, her finger tips digging into his flesh mercilessly, blood appearing at her nails as she ripped into him. He was dark skinned and that he seemed to smell...different somehow but that was all she could sense of him as she struggled to remain conscious. He seemed to lift her from the ground and she found herself pressing up onto her tip toes, her head tilting backwards to try to somehow relief the pressure that blocked her airways.