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It was a good feeling to know a plan was coming together. The boy was up. Christine was back, and thoroughly teetering toward her side. That David boy was doing much better than she expected, maybe a little too well. And yet...

It wasn't as though she had ever possessed anyone before. She'd never been that desperate, but even if she had she didn't think she would be able to get used to it. When Christine told Clara that she thought it was really Katherine calling the shots in here the demoness couldn't help but think she was on to something. When [s]her sister[/s] Christine had told them to stop fighting she'd considered it could perhaps be tactically advantages to do so, but as that thought had gone through she'd felt a foreign weight on top of it. The same happened When she told them to stop fighting. This weight seemed to apply to everything the girl said, as though the ideas were more valuable simply because it was Christine that was the source of them. 

She was starting to understand, at least a little. This wasn't her body. She still had her own thoughts, but they were running through Katherine's brain. It was uncomfortable. Not unnerving! Just...uncomfortable. 

"Don't think for a moment you can reason with that girl, Christine." She bluffed. "She thinks in terms of master and slave. The idea of partnership is beyond her. And I'm sorry..." And she was, she could feel it bearing down on her like an avalanche. She put up her dukes anyway. "But take a look at him. I don't think he'll be satisfied unless he gives your sister a good thrashing. Isn't that right, Rurik?"

She stared the boy down, letting their resentment flare up on Katherine face. She didn't care that she could feel the weight of Katherine's on top of hers. She had her own reason to dislike the boy. This emotion they could share. She let her fire creep up into her hands, swirling around them like schools of hungry biting fish. Mostly for show, but hot enough to sting later. She was nothing if not petty. "Well, it isn't as though I don't reciprocate. So, round two?"

She didn't wait for an answer. She let Katherine's legs carry her across the distance between them to give him another one across the face.