Katarina listened to Aldaric but could not help feeling a watchful gaze looming in her direction. Eyes flickered to the pureblood who seemed to be intently studying her and she swallowed nervously. If her body could react like a human's; pale cheeks would instead be rosy from blushing while her body would feel flushed. Thankfully she could hide such emotions the majority of the time without said characteristics selling her out.
Nevertheless, these two clearly did not see eye to eye. At least not yet but both meant well and had valid reasons for what they believed. Katarina could tell this by the family tree on Ehren's upper body and it could be heard in Aldaric's passionate voice but what about herself? What was she fighting for besides Aldaric's affections? This war really has nothing to do with her and vice versa. Ehren seemed to know this but fighting alongside Aldaric for his cause was enough in her opinion.
After Ehren departed hues lucid as crystal revealed a slew of emotions as Aldaric asked his new progeny to leave. Confusion, sadness, and then anger welled up inside and she could not help but stare into deep emerald eyes for a brief moment before placing a gentle kiss upon his forehead. Even while adorning such high shoes the red haired vampire still towered over Katarina. A confirmation nod was given along with a delicate smile, which hid true feelings of heartbreak.
“As you wish.” She quietly agreed without refusal.
While turning to walk toward the back exit of the rave a stabbing pain shot through her entire being unlike anything she'd felt before. He was letting her go, and not just for intel. She thought they were to stop The Society together but instead he was still trying work at it alone. Dangerous. Suicidal. Stupid. Katarina would have died for him, in fact, that had been her intentions since joining him. Death held no sway over the Swedish vampire. Sometimes, she even yearned for it but now she wondered if he truly did not wish for her company any longer.
“Goodbye, Aldaric.” She whispered trough a tiny whimper hopefully not loud enough for him to hear.
After the door closed behind her shaking frame a hand covered her mouth as she silently sobbed, back resting against the icy wall of the rave. This exterior just as cold and hollow as herself she noticed yet not one shiver from the bitter temperature arose. Instead, red droplets trickled down pale cheeks where they glided down toward her jawline and rested there. Whose views were skewed here? She found her love rejected once again and her dead heart somehow hurt. She had felt more agony since becoming a vampire than she ever had as human.
Hands clenched into fights so tight that long nails drew blood from her palms. Heeled shoes took a few steps forward before coming to a stop. Finding Ehren in this state would only cause more issues. He had probably heard enough feral rabble to last another century. No. She would not plague him this night. Instead she weakly sniffled wiping away streaks of blood tears while remembering the silver knife left at Mr. Pinkis' dead feet. Leaving such a precious heirloom behind given to her from her sire would further devastate her. It was one of the only things she had to remember him by since he too cast her aside like rubbish.
Unfortunately the door had automatically locked making reentry from this side impossible even for a feral vampire. Katarina would have to travel to the front entrance to retrieve her item this time. That feeling of unease never left and she feared that something awful was still on its way. Instead of heeding her own advice she began walking through the alley to the side of the building lined with garbage containers and ceaseless smog. Horror films were made of material such as this but instead of her being the victim it would be whoever dared to interfere.
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