[center][b]Katarina Sorenson[/b]
[i]‘We’re only just beginning & it’s over…’[/i][/center]

Nervously a lithe figure waited behind double doors dressed in a simple yet elegant onyx dress. A backless design with a plunging neckline accentuated her heavenly frame. Katarina had never been able to grow accustom to some of modern day wear. She preferred a classic approach such as vintage styled dresses or draped blouses with form fitting pants as everyday clothing. Tonight was special and she made sure to dress the part of an honored guest. There was still a bit of doubt in her mind if she would be viewed as beautiful to the crowd, however.

Without much time to wonder both doors parted suddenly illuminating her silhouette with light, which also flooded her crystal blue eyes. Tousled locks swayed gracefully over visibly alluring shoulder blades while stepping forward to greet an old friend. They had met at one of her sire’s prohibition parties and he had made quite the impression. Vampires gave into his words without him having the ability to control them, and he had coerced her to join in his cause. The thought of belonging again gave the pessimistic vampiress hope, although his speech did feel a bit threatening in some respect. 

Unfortunately, someone out among the crowd disproved. The notion shocking to believe because this specific vampire was also one of addicted. Well, she could only assume he was because this rave was directed toward ferals. Her head tilted at one of his statements. [i]‘Let the arse go, and he’ll go back and tell the others you’re not to be messed with.’[/i] Odd. Was he implying he had the power to do this? Could he be a pureblood? No, of course not. 

Katarina’s shoulders adjusted while straightening her exposed back toward the vampire’s challenging words. Was he actually…raising his voice at her? Internally she sighed at his words [i]‘succumb to this.’[/i]  How morbidly kind but it was already done. Life was already done and she could not stop this hunger; a hunger for vampire blood and to become stronger. She was weak. The weak always perish and so they should. This world Katarina was intertwined with could not afford a weakling. What other choice did she have?

A long drawn out pause commenced. Enough so that one would swear the whole crowd were holding their breath in anxiousness. Black heels peeked through from underneath the bottom of her lengthy dress as Katarina took a step forward. It would seem that the platinum blond had changed her mind about taking Mr. Pinkis’ life. Lightly glossed lips slightly parted as if she were about to speak but stopped midway revealing pearly fangs as pale blue eyes began swirling into a crimson hue completely altering their previous delicate state. The vampire did not look especially innocent anymore. 

Words were not a strength the young vampire possessed. Usually they failed her during the most inconvenient moments and due to a heavy Swedish accent that usually made matters worse. She wanted to explain her reasons, God, did she ever. Wanted to divulge into her past and explain how she had no choice in the matter to become feral in the first place. With one raised on vampire blood it would be difficult to persuade her otherwise. Just recently she started drinking human blood in an attempt to wean herself. Grueling as it is. A perpetual nightmare addiction was and she could not stop. Not with this offering freely displayed in front of her, dripping with blood. It was too much.  

Without warning Katarina’s glistening teeth sank into flesh which gave way with little resistance. [i]'Forgive me for my weakness'[/i] she thought painfully. A faint pop sounded and both canines were plunged deep into a giving vein. This whole experience lackluster as vampire blood did not even seem to sate her thirst these days. With every trace of Mr. Pinkis’ ruby liquid swallowed her mind fantasized about purebred blood instead. There was nothing on earth more divine than that. The pure essence ruined her perspective long ago and nothing compared to it. 

Somehow the traitorous vampire’s color drained further from a faint blanched shade to ghostly white. His struggling limbs ceased clearly from exhaustion of blood loss but the deed was not done. In the blink of an eye Katarina had managed to retrieve the silver dagger tucked into a garter belt holster and truly end Mr. Pinkis’ existence. Dress slits were always convenient for such things. Licking the corners of her mouth free of remaining blood a presently steady hand wiped the mess off of the blade with the perished vampire’s expensive gold tinted tie. It felt good to stop shaking but she still felt so…empty. Would the preachy long haired vampire hate her now? Why did she even care? 

[color=66ccff]“There is no other way…is there?”[/color] Accented words were spoken in a near whisper as she glanced at the stranger and then turned to Aldaric. 

Still feeling completely lost and hollow she hoped someone had a plan and that she did not squander it. Considering that it was also too late to take back her impulsive actions a rift between fellow ferals could be caused because of her. She did not wish for anymore controversy than already present especially among their kind. Had she made the right choice?