It Could be Worse...(open)

[luka layden merik]

I'll take your blood and and I'll kill my pain
You are the one that I desire
You are the dark, I'm the vampire

Light peeked through the dark curtains in his dorm. Sleep wasn't necessary for a vampire, but being awake for 24 hours a day, everyday got old after a while. Luka chose to sleep a few days a week to stir things up. Not to mention that his father would disapprove of his actions. He would say it was what the lessor creatures did and no son of his would stoop to that level. He rose from the comforts of the soft down bed. Coming from a wealthy family did have its perks...to a degree. He had the finest things shipped to him weekly to the school, by his father. Of course he would only keep what he really wanted and give away the rest. He knew his father was simply trying to win him over with material goods. It was a trick that had worked on his little sister ages ago...but would not on him.

He threw on a comfortable pair of black slacks, a worn black tee shirt and his fedora. He glanced in the mirror. He was not even close to being vain. He didn't have to be. He was eternally attractive. It came with the need for human blood. He brushed of of the messy dark locks from his face and tucked then securely under the brim of the fedora.

The slow burn tickled the back of his throat. He was thirsty. It had only been a day or so since he was drank anything. He smirked as he remembered the girl from the club. Luka could be quite charming when it meant he could land a meal. Her blood had been tainted by the alcohol she had been consuming. It was a strange and interesting feeling he had afterward.

He grabbed his bag and headed toward the cafeteria. He knew the blood there was garbage. But it would be sometime before he could get out into town to pick up something better. He would make due with what they had for now. He squinted as the sun hit his eyes. His skin sparkled like tiny diamonds. He was glad campus was closed off from the rest of the world. Back home he could not get away with this, just walking out in the open, in the sunlight. As much as the other students didn't mind his glow, he moved with enhanced speed towards a meal. He preferred the enclosed space to the outdoors.

He was glad to be inside, as he moved through the line. Other students moved about. He knew several by face and some by name. Though he chose to stay to himself. Let it not be said however that he wasn't friendly. He was. He was uncommonly friendly for a vampire. His charming and warm personality came out in his face and words. He simply chose to stay on the fringes of the social scene.

He grabbed his packet of blood and sat at and empty table. He looked at the microwaved blood with disgust. It was this or wait till later. Luka had the control to do it, but would rather not. He ripped the corner of the bag with his fangs and poured it into the cup provided. He could smell the anti-coagulant in the blood. It was harmless to vampires, but threw off the taste. He breathed an unnecessary breath and rasied the glass to his lips. "It could be worse..." he muttered and took a drink.

[katia anika avelon]

Sitting Indian style in the middle of her round black bed, a pair of silver eyes stared at the air.The pale girl with black satin shorts that matched the black sating sheets and a black baby doll shirt appeared to be in a trance of sorts.Her body was stiff and her breathing appeared non existent her eyes were not moving, she wasn't even blinking.This was no spell, or no trick this was Katia being bored. She seriously had nothing better to do than stare into the eternal darkness that her room appear to create. Her python Monty slithered around his owner's body without a care as Luciferia the black kitten just stared from the distance as she curled herself into a black fur ball.

Finally a movement was created, her cold gaze turned hateful as it stared at her window which was covered in black shades and curtains. Even in all the soulless darkness of her room she could tell what time of day it was, and apparently it was her most hated part of the 24 hours of existence. Day. She could feel the sun's claws attempting to find even the slightest of openings , the tiniest crack in order to slip into the forever cold and dark room. They seem almost eager into caressing that skin that had almost never stepped foot under the sun. Katia could feel the heat touching her shoulder.

Call her old fashioned, or just a plain wuss but Katia Anika Avelon would not be seen under the sun on any occasion, unless it was a strict emergency in which case she would have to consider it. Is not like she needed the light anyways, her life was nocturnals. Raves were held at the middle of the dawn, right before she could sneak on people and either beat them , torture them, kill them or just have sex with them. In some nights she was able to accomplish all in a single person. The sun was killing her, even if it was reflecting on her, she knew it was there and it was just waiting for her to move closer, to just give in to it's warmth but Katia was not only Scandinavian and therefor used to mild temperatures she cold might as well be considered cold blooded, she sure acted as if she was a cold blooded creature.

Lazily she got up from her bed and looked around her room for an outfit. At times it was quite confusing to the reason Kati actually changed into pajamas on the middle of the day, she never slept, thus the purpose of pajamas was rather useless.Slipping into ballerina shoes, a black dress and arm warmers she let her platinum blond hair fall like a pale yellow curtain as she fixed her snake bites adding black studs as she did with her tongue piercing that started to click right after. Her silver eyes took notice of her bedroom once more and she smirked with a small hint of please, it looked so chaotic and dark it just brought joy to Katia's black little heart.

Today there was no debating or where should she be headed, she didn't have a destination and she did not care. She had drank the blood of an offering suicidal girl which luckily for the school placed Katia in a very pleasant mood, although pleasant for her did not always mean pleasant for everyone. Her eyes were distracted as they remembered her adventures back home, all the death traps and all the pain she had caused with her so called friends, yes good memories indeed.Before she even realized it the noise of chattering teenagers and of plates moving around filled her eyes and her eyes narrowed, she was in the cafeteria.

Katia quickened her step somewhat the air that came from her as she walked was proud, confident and just a complete bitch not that she minded the title. A few people had gotten used to her venomous tone mixed with sweet words and the cold and even antisocial mannerism that her actions brought. As she continued to walk she noticed a fellow junior girl walking by her and who would Katia be if she left an opportunity of pain untouched? The girl fell flat on her face as she was tripped by Katia's ghostly leg, the malevolent and satisfied smirk played on her lips as she made her way to one of the tables not caring who was siting there.

The horrific smell of blood packets wrapped itself around her nose, she wrinkled it softly "ugh They're still serving that crap around here, what are they trying to do to poison us?" She said loud enough for someone to hear but she was indifferent if someone responded or not.

Katia's outfit

[luka layden merik]

Give them all that they can drink
and it will never be enough
So give them blood, blood, blood

The reheated crimson tasted like plastic against his tongue. It was so dead and lifeless. He sighed as he swirled the disgusting liquid around in the small cup. It would only serve to tide him over for now. Later he would go out and hit another club. He could get his fill then, and leave the ladies he drank from with pleasant smiles on their faces. His green/yellow eyes looked up and around the cafeteria. He needed to see a distraction, so he could chug down the last few gulps of the quickly cooling blood.

He watched a blond girl move with such grace, there was no way she was human. Humans were such in short commodity here. Bailey was the only one her really hung out with. No, this blond wasn't human. He could smell traces of blood on her...human blood. He could only assume she was like him. He watched a bit closer. His stoic face dropped as his improved senses watched her trip another student. The poor girl hit the floor hard. He wanted to get up and help the fallen student, but the blond had moved over to his table. She seemed to take no notice in him just yet.

"ugh They're still serving that crap around here, what are they trying to do to poison us?"

He titled his head to the side. The Fedora tilted and luckily stayed in place. She was kinda right about the blood. He gave a small smile in her direction. He was used to vampire acting like this. She actually reminded him of his little sister...they at least had the same taste in clothing. He missed Tatiana but there was little he could do for her yet. He needed to wait till her could strike against their father. He would when the aging stopped at 25 and he was ready. "It could be worse", he repeated his earlier comment. "It could be animal." Her wrinkled his nose at the thought. Animal blood made him sick to his stomach. He couldn't tolerate the stuff. He had tried the vegetarian lifestyle to make his father furious, but he just couldn't keep with it. Humans were too delicious and animal was sickening.

He placed the cup down, unable to tolerate the plastic, processed taste anymore. He had ample control. Waiting a few more hours for a real meal would be fine. "Was tripping the girl called for?", he scolded softly with a light smirk as he would his sister.

[katia anika avelon]

Katia heard a male voice say that it could be worse, She decided to ignore the comment for she couldn't see anything worse than that red paint. "It could be animal he said, The blond just rolled her silver eyes and made a pft sound that was barely above a whisper. She wasn't a fan of animal blood, oh no she would much rather drown herself in vodka and absinthe but animal blood was like a heavenly elixir compared to the blood served in the school. Katia still believed they should serve the blood shed in the games, or at least the one shed by the kids who decided to cute themselves, but she didn't say a word she didn't feel it was worth her energy to spark up a conversation with that.

What Katia imagine would happen next is that the guy would leave the comment floating in the air and that the girl in front of him had dismissed it. She assumed what would go next is that he would either think of her as a bitch and not speak to her and leave Katia to her dark and sadistic little world in which she people watched and took mental notes and who was weak so she could later taunt them for their lack of inner strength. The second option was the he would address her with another comment, perhaps raising her awareness on her rudeness for not continuing the small talk and then Katia would snap say a few quick insults and return to what she had been doing and he would turn around and continue to do what he was doing. Like always her assumptions were correct if it had been the scenario at hand, but the boy had other plans.

Was tripping the girl called for?" Whether it was a joke or not, one thing with Katia was for sure she got irritated easily, and lot of people had the scars,both mentally and physically to tell you Katia and anger didn't go well. Her silver eyes glared at him with impatience and annoyance. "It was absolutely necessary" She said in a thick Finnish accent. By this time in the year her accent was more subtle unless she was annoyed, She quickly swallowed part of her pride and all of her anger, perhaps the boy was up for a little game, the malicious smirk danced with the mischievous twinkle in her silver eyes as she turned around fully to face the guy.

"She is weak, therefore she should be punished" Katia said trying something new, instead of her usual sweet words and cold tone she tried cold words with a sweet tone, either way they both sounded strange yet not strange when it came from the vampire. "I people watch, and for the past few days or so she has done nothing but bitch, moan and cry about the stupidest of things. She deserved a worse punishment but I felt like being nice and gave her a second chance" She explained, not even bothering to think whether her explanation would change how the guy perceived her.

[luka layden merik]

I am the voice of the past
that will always be
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice of the future
I am the voice

"It was absolutely necessary"


His green eyes never left her as she turned around to him. His smirk did not falter either. He had been well trained by his father to show no emotion. He might have not agreed with him, but he remembered each lesson, and used them when necessary. This case was one of them. He glanced over his shoulder at the poor girl walking away. He could hear her heat beating faster. She was embarrassed by the fall. He felt bad. His lips tightened into a small frown.

Her words were soft, with a hint of a accent he could not place. He returned his gaze back at her. She was very attractive. He took note of her platinum locks. Not to mention the skimpy gothic garb she wore...vampire he might be, but he was still a teenage boy.

"She is weak, therefore she should be punished"

Her view were not unlike his father. It seemed to many of their kind thought themselves as gods. Thought it was their goal to be the dominate race. Humans were food and little more to them. The thought bothered Luka. He never thought humans as just food. There was so much potential to them. It had never been proven who came first, but Luka has his theories about the humans. Why destroy and beat down something at many vampires used to be or was born from. "That an interesting way of look at things," he mused and studied her. He was gauging her reactions. Her words were poison laced in a sugary sweetness. It was almost too sweet.

"I people watch, and for the past few days or so she has done nothing but bitch, moan and cry about the stupidest of things. She deserved a worse punishment but I felt like being nice and gave her a second chance"

Before he could bit his tongue, the words came pouring out. "How very noble of you". His tone dripped with sarcasm. His deep voice seemed to rumble softly. "What makes you any greater than she is?", he smirked, retaining his composure and control over the soft wave of emotion that were to his unliking. He was testing his limits with her, but keeping his tone light enough that not real conflict could come out of this.

He leaned back in his chair smugly. "I really don't see anything other than spoiled little princess with a bad temper." He used to talk to his sister the same way when she started going on about vampire superiority. He actually saw some traits similar in this blond that belonged to his little Tatiana. He had tried to protect his sister from his father's evil...but she was too far gone. He hoped that this one wasn't as well.

He crossed his arms across his chest. She had his attention. He wanted to know why she thought the way she did. He had his own reasons for respecting the other races. He wanted to know what she thought was weak and what made a person strong. "Tell me, If you don't mind" He added a bit of softness to his to try and ease any growing irritation the girl must have. "What makes a person strong then?"

[katia anika avelon]

Her silver eyes lingered on the boy and as she had done before she let a lot of his comments slip away and vanish in the air without any acknowledgment from her. This time it wasn't only because she didn't feel it was worth her time to respond but also because she really just felt like ignoring part of his words, and that was a valid reason to her. her mind drifted off slightly, not to much to let her expression seem dreamy and almost distracted, but just enough for her imagination to become vivid images of pain and suffering caused by her.

What makes you any greater than she is?" Katia looked at him for a few seconds as she drew skulls and knives with her nails "I don't cry over a boyfriend or a fight with a friend..." She said softly, yes that was her reason and she was sticking to it. Unlike most vampires Katia didn't believe she was of a greater race, specially in the school that was run by the execution squad. With them around vampires and demons could be killed in the hands of humans, she hated however people who wasted their times on useless emotions. This discussion brought up the idea of getting tattooed "I think I'm a bitch, therefore I am" on her lower back and then on her arm "I am free of all prejudices, I hate everyone equally" Because when it came to Katia both phrases were facts.

Her silver eyes watched as the guy leaned back, oh how much she adored this game! even if it made her insides burn with fury. She was used to bottling up her emotions, but that didn't mean it did not kill her inside when she had to keep her anger bottled up and act sweet and polite. Then again there was a purpose to this and assuming it would be worth it she made the small self sacrifice. "I really don't see anything other than spoiled little princess with a bad temper." The guy seemed to know how to play the game as well, that took all of katia's will to not throw herself at him and start scratching his lovely yellow/green eyes out. To sooth her internal pain she imagined him going through different torture methods. With the few seconds of pain that she had observed in her brain she was calmed enough to answer him

"Bad temper, yes but spoiled little princess, no" She answered.It had nothing to do with the fairy tales with the puffy dresses and overly dramatic and unrealistic love stories, it was something more that pissed katia off when she was compared to a princess. It was the stereotype of them being polite, sweet and spoiled, all qualities she hated almost as much as she hated weakness. Not even when princess was used for a morbid title as Princess of the dead or Princess of Darkness, to Katia it undermined the darkness of the title by adding a dumb term such as princess.

"Is not like she was the only one I've tripped before, there's also all the vampires and demons I have 'accidentally' crashed into for believing they were of a greater race" She said with pride of her actions. "And then some I just torture for fun"Katia said adding a giggle at the end of her last statement. She would be lying if she didn't say some of her torture games weren't just to kill boredom in a more literal manner. Her nails stopped tracing random gruesome objects on the table as she directed her full attention to the guy, she was guessing her words were going to make him question her once more.

Never tired of the little game, her happy face and evil smirk faced the guy directly as he asked her what made someone strong. Such a complicated action to most yet Katia always seem to find that this was actually quite easy to describe "Intelligence, selfishness, aggressiveness, confidence and an instinct of survival. Is all you need to be strong and survive in the world other things such as love and trust are just useless emotions that waste your time and energy and make you vulnerable" Katia answered, as she had done many times before. her expression didn't change but she was almost anxious as to what the boy's reaction was going to be.

[luka layden merik]

I could be cold, I could be ruthless
you know i could be just like you

"Is not like she was the only one I've tripped before, there's also all the vampires and demons I have 'accidentally' crashed into for believing they were of a greater race...And then some I just torture for fun"

A singer finger moved to push up the bring of the black fedora from his head slightly. He had a feeling she might crack, if he kept up a harder persona. His father would have his ass for lightening up on anyone...but it didn't matter. Alister wasn't here and Luka could do as he pleased...within reason of course. "Then you just hold yourself higher than the others?" He sent a questioning smile her way. His face remained calm, but his insides were a bit disturbed. He was enjoying their banter too much.

Luka was unlike many vampires. His father often referred to him as defective vampire. He didn't have the same ruthless and cutthroat ideas as many other vampires he had met. In fact, he strove to be above it all. To be kind and caring, forgiving and what not. Anything that his father wasn't. It was a slap into the face of the elder vampire. Though deep down, even the teddy bear Luka, had a darker side. Being raised by what he claim to be the devil himself, Luka was exposed to the horrors of the underworld. He was trained to be ruthless and his killer instincts were only kept at bay for so long. The girl shouldn't think him weak. He was skilled enough to handle himself. His silver tongue could send just as many verbal jabs as well.

"Intelligence, selfishness, aggressiveness, confidence and an instinct of survival. Is all you need to be strong and survive in the world other things such as love and trust are just useless emotions that waste your time and energy and make you vulnerable"

He leaned forward, closing some of the distance between them. The mere table separated them. Luka titled his head to the side taking in what she had said. She sounded so much like his sister. So many endless night arguing points of view...neither one faltering on their own beliefs. "What's the point of eternity, if there is nothing to care for? What's the point of being never aging, if its all about yourself?" His face slowly lost some of the smirk he had been holding. He couldn't imagine living forever if that was all he had to live for. He made sure to look as relaxed as possible. They of course were just talking. He propped his chin on his raised hand. "Wouldn't that lead to a dreadfully boring life?"

[katia anika avelon]

Then you just hold yourself higher than the others?" Katia shook his head with a small smirk playing on her lips. The feeling that the conversation was just going around in circles made her chuckle to herself, there really wasn't a point to it she was very stubborn when it came to her sadistic believes and the guy seemed to be sticking to his more noble and humane believes, it was like a conversation between a religious person and an atheist it was never ending. "If I thought that way I wouldn't be alive, Love" She said now changing the sweet tone to a cold tone that matched with the sweet phrasing and the sweet words. She had to do something in order not to die of bottled up anger.

For once , Katia was thankful for what she thought were useless concept that her father had in him. She stuck her in etiquette school to learn how to be a poised young lady, mainly it was so that his family could be closer to the level of the demons he so deeply admired. Perhaps that was the main reason why she didn't think herself of being from a higher race, her mother wasn't a born vampire and when she was first turned she was disgusted and outraged. She had been so outraged she burned the vampire who cursed her, and now she seem to just "deal with it" and now she seem to be putting up the facade of good wife and mother. Katia's father on the other hand had been a vampire since day one but he always seem to find Demons as the better race. Either way because of her father's obsession and mother's mask she learned how to bottle things up yet look clam and poise which was good when arguing with someone.

The boy leaned closed to her and started to give a speech What's the point of eternity, if there is nothing to care for? What's the point of being never aging, if its all about yourself?" Her silver eyes looked at him as her lips began to shake and then she burst out laughing. The blond leaned back as she continued to laugh and yes she was laughing at him, did he think he was talking to a 9 year old? Katia already had the conversation with many vegetarian vampires and pissed off humans, she knew what she was talking about. Her arms wrapped around her sides as the loud laughter began to seize down. It was just hilarious to her that the boy resorted to that.

"Very cute my dear" Katia finally said as she allowed the last few laughs and giggles leave her system. Moving her hair to one side she leaned to wards him again and began a speech of her own. "Why would I want to spend eternity caring for someone, when I can brig so much pain and misery to people of all species and races? why spend all my never aging years caring and loving one and one person only when I can fuck millions over the years? It sounds like such a boring and plain life to me if I were just to spend my life with someone to care for" She said with a evil tone to her voice, She was a promiscuous bisexual vampire who loved drugs, alcohol and raves, did anyone really expected Katia to just stop all her fun and just care for someone?

[luka layden merik]

I got what you want
Its just, Don't stop

He felt a flare of anger when she began to laugh at him. Sometimes he had difficultly controlling his anger, so if she didn't want to be thrown against the wall across the cafeteria, she needed to stop. He gripped under the table, feeling the metal bar bend under his grasp. His face remained the same. Only now his greenish-yellow eyes seemed to burn with an intense glare. He was being polite enough. Keeping their game as civil as possible. But she was dismissing his own point of view. "Glad you find my point of view so hilarious", his voice was strained, yet controlled.

Luka took a deep breath, subtly. He didn't want her to know she was getting under his skin. He swallowed down the bile that crawled up his throat. Then the thought came to him. He felt sorry for her. His face dropped slightly. Not from the fact she was making fun of him. No, it was that he felt pity for her. Her world seemed so jaded. It didn't seem like she could accepted that loving anything...not just a person was a good thing. Had she ever been in love? Luka's had not, but that didn't stop him from caring about life.

"Why would I want to spend eternity caring for someone, when I can brig so much pain and misery to people of all species and races? why spend all my never aging years caring and loving one and one person only when I can fuck millions over the years? It sounds like such a boring and plain life to me if I were just to spend my life with someone to care for"

Her words mirrored the view of his father and Tatiana. It seemed this girl and his sister were cast from the same mold. Luka had done everything in his power to shield his little sister from the poisonous views of their father, Alister. Nothing he did would work. His sister was not too much like father. She was a lost cause. He had to accept her for what she was and love her regardless. His hard expression softened. "Touche'" He looked up with a smile. He might not like her ideas, but he would accept them. He could tell there was no convincing her of another point of view, so he would give up the fight...for now. "Seems you and my little sister would get along smashingly, " his lips curled slightly at the horrible thought of putting the two girl in the same room together.

He took off his black fedora and brushed back a bit of the dark rogue locks. He remembered he had ever gotten this pain in his backside's name. He at least needed to make an introduction. "I never got your name earlier, nor did I give mine. I'm Luka Merik." Luka was raise with manners. Manner he used often. He felt bad that he did not introduce himself earlier. It was impolite of him.

[katia anika avelon]

Katia's silver eyes probed the guy's face with an amuse twinkle, she was searching for the tiniest of change that made it seem like he was getting irritated by her. After all they were playing a game, or that's how Katia saw it, she liked getting under people's skin it was fun and it gave her some sort of thrill, not to mention it had gotten her into a her fair share of fights.Now what pissed of her opponents more than what she said was how she fought, since Katia was as much of a masochist as she was a sadist and yes she will fight with her heart and soul but a few punches and scratches were always welcomed, she would end up with a scratched neck, face and chest one way or another.

Glad you find my point of view so hilarious", The blond girl shook her head as she giggled softly "I've heard the same little speech a handful of times, I can't help but to find it very....." Katia paused as she searched for the right word "amusing" she finally said. Her amused expression began to seize down and her facial expression became more composed and emotionless.

The girl leaned back and looked to one side as he spoke again. Katia turned to wards him again, he didn't look serious anymore he had a smile on his face, a fucking smile.If her face didn't appear to have turned into cold stone she would be furious at the moment, pissing people off is what she loved most and this guy was holding it back so well it was irritating and at the same time impressive "You haven't lost the game yet, impressive" Katia said softly, even though she had said the word impressive her voice didn't seem that amazed by it. "Seems you and my little sister would get along smashingly the vampire boy said, katia merely nodded softly and gave a small 'mhm' sound. unlike him, she couldn't really say the same thing, her older sister was an evil bitch who was only interested in making girls cry and stealing their men. She's couldn't compared him to her younger sister or brother for she barely knew anything about them, all the Avelon kids seemed to have isolated themselves from the family and they all lived in their own little bubble, making the four kids strangers to wards each other.

The guy decided to have some manners and finally introduced himself as Luka Merik. Katia let that sink in for a few seconds, as she straightened her posture and uncrossed her legs so that cross them again, but this time her left leg was up and her right leg was supporting. "Katia Avelon" She said softly, bringing the manners she had been forced to learn. "I would say pleasure to meet you, but we could both agree that that's a lie"Katia commented clicking her tongue ring a few times.

[luka layden merik]

This is entertainment
Lies are entertainment
You are down on your knees
Begging me for more.

The game was interesting. She kept him on his toe and a teeter of emotions. It was actually thrilling to a degree. He would love to see her in an atmosphere outside of the school grounds. One where the glove could be removed and he could see what she could throw out him without the constant guard, of keeping things civil. He wondered if she would throw the first punch. He wasn't sure on that, given his bad temper. He was glad his resolve and lightheartedness had remained intact thus far.

"You haven't lost the game yet, impressive"

He arched a brow her way, sending her a mild questioning look of mock surprise. So she seemed to think him still a worthy opponent. The smile on his face turned slightly smug. She had said it was impressive, though the look on her face and the one of her voice gave none of that away. "To impress you, I must have done something well? I take it you don't give compliments easily...even if you veil your voice." He was still trying to push her buttons. He wanted to test his limits with this new acquaintance.

"Katia Avelon...I would say pleasure to meet you, but we could both agree that that's a lie"

The corners of his mouth curled upward at her words. He had gotten under her skin, just as much as she had his. His principles were still very much intact, but he would let her go on believing what ever nonsense that her parents had put in her head. "Then I guess the pleasure goes to me then", he kept the smug smile on his face. He took one large swig on the disgusting blood from the cup. He grimaced slightly at the taste. This would just keep the beast at bay, till he could go out tonight.

[katia anika avelon]

"To impress you, I must have done something well? I take it you don't give compliments easily...even if you veil your voice." Katia chuckled mostly to herself, her silver eyes glanced at him as her black nails played with a few platinum blond locks. "indeed you have, you know how to keep your emotions in check..apparently you're not a waste of skin and bones like I thought you were" Katia said, her complements were very odd and one had to have a very good ear and a quick mind to notice when her insults were actually compliments and when they were just venomous words filled with hate and rage.

"I give compliments whenever the person has earned them" She said slightly noticing the smugness of his smile. Katia clicked her tongue ring a few more times, the metal bar hitting her fangs was somehow a calming sensation and a soothing sound. After all the game was still on and her patience was very small, and even Katia had still some fear for the execution squad she idolized so much. Luka kept the smug smile and she could feel her insides bursting into flames, her face remained calmed and malicious.

He took another sip of the blood and Katia just wrinkled her nose in disgust, she could smell that thing and could almost fell it slowly sliding down her throat, perhaps he wasn't getting to her as much as the blood packet was. "why are you still drinking that? you could probably get more flavor out of my red nail polish" She said, although if she was stuck in an island with just blood packets she'll would rather slit her wrist n drink from there which would probably wouldn't work, but blood packets were just one of the few material things she loathed with a burning passion.

She continued to play with the platinum blond locks, her silver eyes looking at them slightly, so bright and peaceful and it definitely stood. Everything she owned was black, with the few dark red and dark purple exceptions but either way her pale yellow hair would always stand out, she had died it bright red before and she was considering doing it again. Bringing her focus back into the vampire in front of her, Katia smirked once more "So dear, what do you do other than swallowing sewer water with red paint?" She asked, not because she cared as much but because she would get more ways to attack him and annoy him.