<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/f89ab6e42c434d3609c87cad6f017b14/tumblr_npws9pd3RR1r0ya3zo2_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Katherine Rose Holden. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10744707#msg10744707)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Train Car.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Denim shorts (https://31.media.tumblr.com/2a608e991e2425829962ffcbf2d4717b/tumblr_ngsj0d59VX1tkp8ozo1_500.jpg), A two-toned blue/white long sleeved jumper (https://38.media.tumblr.com/8580b231bec4133e9a960a9a1f13c7d5/tumblr_ngou6kPnCt1sfku6po1_500.jpg) and a pair of white converse. (https://38.media.tumblr.com/99f11e12eca629896d1ccbdf45e05b9f/tumblr_nguertcYoU1rhrh3vo1_500.jpg) (All of which are semi-bloody and ruined.)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The White Wolf, Dracula.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>As the claw engulfed her face Katherine closed her eyes tightly, her face scrunching uncomfortably beneath the weight. Images, no, scenes seemed to play out on the back of her eyelids as if her mind was a projector, a movie showing for one in her own head but instead of being a two hour feature film, it was her memories flashing by as quick as hungry mice to cheese. Seeing her life flash before her eyes like that was something she'd never imagined would ever happen; they always said it in movies, or if a main character was dying then you'd see or read about the experience, but Katherine always assumed it was an over exaggeration by people who'd never even experienced death or the lead up to it. The fact that it actually happened was somewhat comical to her. But it also stirred another sensation, a feeling of familiarity. She'd experienced something like this before, deep in an alleyway as something or someone drained her life blood from a bite wound in her neck. She'd seen it all when she was turned, when she thought she would die abandoned in some alleyway; she'd seen it all before.<br/><br/>The brunette didn't seem to struggle as her body was lifted from the ground; the pressure in her head and the light show behind her eyes distracted her too much. Her shoulder throbbed as the material from her jumper barely clung to her torso; while one side was completely intact, the right side and the front leading up to her neck was ripped and scagged everywhere, her skin visible through the scarred fabric. When the White Wolf's voice hit her ears over the sound of the rushing train car, her eyes seemed to snap open, squinted blue hues peering through the gaps in the wolfs claw.<br/><br/>Katherine didn't even have time to properly spot the man in front of her; if she hadn't had heard him earlier, she might not have even known his identity. The weight of her seemed like a bag of peanuts as the White Wolf pulled her back before tossing her at full force into the wind surrounding the train. Thought she tried to scream as she was hurled through the air, the brunette could barely even catch her breath; it was lucky she no longer needed air to function. It seemed like she was forever falling through the air until she was shrouded in darkness for a mere couple of seconds and her feet were planted back onto the train car, albeit not firmly.<br/><br/>As light surrounded her once again, the young vampire stumbled and dropped to her knees, one hand gripping at her chest while the other balanced her on the surface below. Her bright eyes were wide with both fear and question; what had just happened to her? She didn't tilt her head to look at Vlad as he spoke, instead, she stared into the wall of the tunnel, frozen in place as she gathered her wits. Katherine offered a head nod to respond to Dracula's command, but she could barely think let alone listen to what was being said around her.