A delicate kiss placed behind her unpierced ear and his able arm securing her body close to his gradually began calming a fierce enmity near boiling point. His charade establishing a nice distraction though Katarina's jaw nearly dropped by how blunt Ehren spoke about relations to this stranger. She desperately wanted to bury her face within locks of platinum hair cascading down her shoulders. Katarina proved a contradiction to the vampire race. Up until this moment modesty and well behavior in public were a constant, and rarely anything she said or did could be considered flirtation. 

Meanwhile, the odd vampire revealed his name to be Azriel and that he was indeed a hunter. He did not care about their acts of affection but questioned them nevertheless. His sermon was a bore and she figured that they would be standing here for a very long time staring at one another unless he decided to torture them with silver dimes, which she found quite bizarre. This night was starting to unfold more action than she previously anticipated. 

When he brought up the word cooperate Katarina arched a brow in revulsion. Cooperate with what? He had not outright asked any questions but rather hinted at inquiries. This tactic would not work on her and she would not submit to interrogation. He had not seen her drink from another vampire so he could assume all he wanted. She was already pretty sure he knew she was feral but proving it would not be possible unless he followed her for days on end. She was pretty sure he was much too busy for that. 

There were still humans to drink from if she had to watch her back for a month or so, no matter how unappealing the thought. On another note, at present, Ehren was in the picture. Her orders were specifically to keep an eye on him after-all. Maybe if she pleaded her case or begged he would take pity and she could just drink from him once. She immediately shook these obsessive thoughts away.  

Blue-gray irises scanned the corner of the street where the club entrance neared. If Azriel went into that rave suspicion would fall to the couple further but she just wanted to get away from him to collect herself lest she do something idiotic. So silent she remained while listening to words that began sounding deeply slurred while her vision began to gloss over as if she were enjoying a dip underwater. 

[i]“Nervous, are you nervous?”[/i]

By this point Katarina had been feeling a rather disturbing sensation in the pit of her stomach which gradually traveled up to her throat. Although the experience of enduring food poisoning had been lost ages ago she assumed this is exactly how it felt. Unfortunately there weren't 24 hours leading up to this incident; it happened much sooner than that. 

Quickly peering over a covered shoulder she freed herself from Ehren's grasp, as much as she hated to; after locating a suitable spot where she fled to in a blur like motion. Hopefully her back wouldn't feel anything with silver pierce into it as the contents of a bloody dinner left her mouth, and landed on the asphalt next to the rusted dumpster. The two men could hear faint coughing as Katarina finished throwing up. [i]Great, just great[/i] she thought. 

[b]"Jävla skit..."[/b] She quietly cursed in Swedish to herself feeling like a teenager who could not hold their drink. Passing out was possible if she waited here much longer without feeding and she was much too weak to travel alone. Her head was spinning like someone with vertigo causing her to begin massaging her temple.

She hoped The Society did not have or call in a vampire forensic team that would analyze whose DNA the blood belonged to because it only belonged to one, and that was Mr. Pinkis. She had been so nervous prior to the initiation that she could not eat. The traitor had been her only meal and since she was now empty she felt severely ill and weak. 

Perhaps the hunter would leave her alone now. He would not get much information out of a famished vampire and she simply wanted to disappear from shame, that much was clear to see.