<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. - Roof of a near by building.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>One of Salazar's black dress shirts and nothing much else.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Diego & Dracula.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>It all happened so fast. The first thing that washed over her was relief as the hand was pulled from her throat, though his finger nails left raw marks as they were forced to separate from the girls neck. They seemed to heal fairly quickly, considering she’d already consumed some of Salazar’s blood that night. She dropped to her hands and knees as she coughed loudly, her lungs struggling for air. Her damp hair fell over her face, one of her hands rising to grip her neck as she struggled. Then, before she had time to catch her breath, a hand gripped her arm and tugged her to her feet. She stumbled into the taller vampire and then he lifted her into his arms, to which she would usually protest. This time, however, she gripped a hold of the material of his shirt tightly with one hand while her other held his shoulder to carry some of her own weight.<br/><br/>As he jumped for the window, Katherine closed her eyes tightly and braced for impact, only to feel nothing but the cool night air as they passed the threshold. She opened her eyes once again and glanced up to Diego when she saw that he’d taken the brunt of the glass, some shards still protruding from his flesh. Just as she opened her mouth to say something, her eyes full of concern, the two stopped and he lowered her to her feet.<br/><br/>Katherine remained right beside him, not even taking a step from where her feet landed in front of the taller man. Her fingers released their grip of his shirt and her hand lingered, pressing against his chest casually while the other slipped from his shoulder, down his arm to finally rest at her side. The brunette’s bright eyes were now locked with the man opposite them and she felt a sudden chill run along her spine from just his presence. Katherine struggled then, she tried to focus on the conversation the other men were having but all she could smell was the small amount of blood that dripped from Diego’s wounds.<br/><br/>The way the stranger described the other vampires death made her feel sick and scared, but she also felt angry. Thankfully though, Katherine thought it best not to open her mouth to voice her opinions.<em>‘Rip his limbs off. Leave the girl for me. I want to fuck her right in his face.’</em>The comment made her stomach churn and she felt herself gripping the fabric of Diego’s shirt, as well as the one she currently donned like a dress. Her whole body tensed as the werewolves began to circle them and although the girl didn’t have any self-defense training, she was prepared to put up a fight at least.<br/><br/>Then out of nowhere came a deafening pained howl not far from the two of them. Katherine’s bright hues quickly targeted the impaled wolf and her nostrils flared at the smell of blood.<em>More blood.</em>The brunette quickly turned away from the carnage, the hand from Salazar’s shirt moving to cover her mouth and nose; as if that would help. Her temples began pulsing, trying to break free from her head as she tried to focus on anything but the overwhelming smell of blood. Her eyes became bloodshot and she could feel her fangs breaking from between her lips as she attempted to control herself.<br/><br/>Katherine kept her head low, her hair hanging in front of her face, eyes staring wildly at the ground as the bottle of blood flew through the air. She didn’t dare look up as the alpha shifted and spoke, though his voice made the hair on the back of her neck stand to attention. It was only when he vanished and the gust of wind hit her that she decided to glance up. Her eyes landed on the last wolf that appeared to be backing down, until he finally charged straight for her. She had no idea what to do and just froze, her bright eyes locking with the werewolves as he ran for her.<br/><br/>Without thinking, her hands grabbed for the hunting knife in Diego’s possession only to grip his hand that held the weapon with both of her own. Stupidly, the wolf pounced when it got close enough and she thrust the knife forward, ultimately using Diego to assist with her defense. It seemed to slide into the werewolf’s chest like a hot knife to butter. Although the blow didn’t kill him it left the wolf biting at the brunette and she braced herself for the wolf to fall toward her, knife and all. She shoved it away sending the animal reeling backward in pain, releasing Salazar’s hand and the knife he held, if he still kept his grip. Her breathing had increased, her fangs exposed through her parted lips as she panted. Why had these werewolves targeted her? Why did they have to break into her apartment? This was all too much for her to handle.<br/>