[center]~[u][b]Kate[/b][/u]~[/center]

The silence around the neighborhood disturbed Katherine. Despite the rain, there were hardly any yells of screams of pain and agony as someone died. It disturbed her far more than drinking blood - which repulsed her; far more than insects, snakes, and children. She felt a shudder run down her spine. It meant the vampires weren't out hunting, but planning an attack. Whether or not it was Lee's group, Desiree, or another, she was not certain. She gritted her teeth and tried not to grind her fangs against her teeth. The atrocities she had witnessed and continued to were leaving a permanent mark. Kate had noticed she was becoming less emotional towards it. Although it was key for her to remain stoic, she also missed that side of her. She brushed a hand through her tousled pixie hair and sighed. Her hands shook - ever since [i]that[/i] day. 

Fury and fire rushed through her but she blocked out the memories by focusing on the night. She loved it. It was mysterious, calming, and terrifying all in one. The darkness soothed her and the rain eased her tension. Xander would tell her she was crazy for going out but it was the least of her worries. The silence caused her stomach to churn. It was unnatural and disturbing. It did not last however; moments later, cries reached her ears. The rain almost drowned it out but her hearing was sharper. She paused to listen. More cries and the swift sound of punches. She rushed forward, sniffing the air. A familiar scent filled her nostrils: Zane. Zane, her boyfriend and one of her best friends. She rushed forward faster now, not bothering to feign running like a human. If she had a beating heart, it would have bounced out of her chest.  Her ribs would have ached and her eyes could have teared. Yet, being undead meant all those functions did not work anymore. She wasn't sure if she liked it or not, but it wasn't as if she could change it.

When she arrived at he scene, Kate stared in awe momentarily then lurched forward. She was thankful in that moment to wear pajama bottoms and not her pleated black skirt."Get off of him you sack of shit!" She grabbed the women around the head and body-slammed her onto the concrete. The tantalizing aroma of the corpse entranced her though she told herself to focus. "If you want to live to see another day, you'll get the hell out of here." Kate moved in front of Zane offensively, exposing her fangs. "I'll rip your throat out regardless of who you are. I don't give a damn. I won't let you hurt this boy."
 
Bewilderment struck her: what was Zane doing in this position? Was he being hunted, or worse, had he been turned? She noticed a distinct difference in him. He did not seem human by the way he smelled. The tension in his muscles, she had noticed, was inhuman.Repulsion struck her hard. Had this bitch turned him or someone else? If he had, she would kill them. Zane did not deserve to be in this position.Heartbreak clutched her but she allowed her fury to push passed it. At least, she told herself, she was a vampire and could help him - Xander, too. She kept her poise and glared at the vampire.