drip. drop. drip. drip. drop. the smell of blood in the air is potent. mouthwater & lustfilling. it makes her fangs itch against her gums and in a fleeting moment she wonders about how long it’s been since she last fed. chestnut eyes follow carefully the movements of the blonde ( ignorrant ) vampire. such a wonder she had managed to stay alive this long considering her lack of observation. paranoia had made katherine’s senses acute to danger but the difference between her and the other vampire was glaring at a insulting degree to the vampire race. without giving it a second though, the older vampire flies through the air until she has caroline pinned against the wall with one bloody hand wrapped around her throat. “ hello, old friend. “
@lastmartyr / random starter.
