#blackvale

There were always things to be learned; this is what would keep the vampire going all these years without any contact with the ever-changing world (other than the quick bite, obviously, a girl has to eat). So, that was her life since the second Great War had ended; alone, in Scotland, studying, pouring over her father’s journals that were left to her after his untimely death, learning anything she could to further her medical education, and watching the world spin on. It was in her father’s tomes that she would find coordinates to an unknown place, a place that was said to be wrapped in magic like her little island.

And curiosity always got the best of Katherine.

Even when she knew better.

There wasn’t a lot of information to be had, just nearby coordinates and small notations from her father about some similarities between her island and this place; all that would do is pique the blonde’s interest further and spur her headlong into something… someplace, she really knew absolutely nothing about. 

So, why exactly would she shift her shadows to dump her and a whole lot of trunks in the middle of an empty street? 

And why would she leave all her belongings out in the open like that to edge closer to a magical border that she would later learn, could never let anyone like her leave?

It all boils down to one thing and one thing only.

Because she can.