Katherine Danvers | Vampire| 18|

As a human, Katherine was self centered. She knew she was beautiful and she knew how to use it to her advantage. As a vampire, she still knows how to use her now enhanced beauty but she’s learned to care for others. Well, care for Emmet, really. She was turned by Emmet, told that the life of a vampire was much more fulfilling than that of a human and she loves it. She doesn’t care much for humans but she wouldn’t intentionally kill one. there is one human that's caught her eye though. a fellow new comer by the name of ryder dalton.

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She shakes her head, “I’m not ready to go back there yet, we should just do something else, away from the woods.” She said, smiling over at him.

“Like what?” he asks, slowing at a red light and looking over at her.

She shrugs, “Any where, we could go to a hotel, or a club, which ever you prefer.”


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She smiled, “It’s fine, I’ll just have to buy another.” She said reaching over and rubbing his leg.

He smiles whe he feels her hand on his leg. “Are we going back to Hollow Brook.”

She shakes her head, “I’m not ready to go back there yet, we should just do something else, away from the woods.” She said, smiling over at him.


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She smiled, “It’s fine, I’ll just have to buy another.” She said reaching over and rubbing his leg.

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She closes her eyes for a moment, breathing in his scent then pulled back some, kissing him gently, “We should get going.”

“Yeah,” he murmurs, kissing her again slowly before pulling back and heading to the car, helping her in before getting in himself and starting it.

She settles herself in his car, smiling weakly at him as he glanced over at her, then started to drive. “You didn’t get hurt did you?

He shakes his head, glancing at her. “I’m fine.” he says with a slight smile. “How’s your shoulder?”

She glanced down at her shoulder, frowning at the bullet hole in her dress, “It’s fine, but my new dress isn’t.” She sighed, pouting a little.

He can’t help but laugh a bit, looking over at her for a moment. “You just got shot and you’re worried about a dress?”

“It’s Vera Wang Ryder, of course I am.” She pouted, picking at the hole, “There’s no fixing this either.”


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She closes her eyes for a moment, breathing in his scent then pulled back some, kissing him gently, “We should get going.”

“Yeah,” he murmurs, kissing her again slowly before pulling back and heading to the car, helping her in before getting in himself and starting it.

She settles herself in his car, smiling weakly at him as he glanced over at her, then started to drive. “You didn’t get hurt did you?

He shakes his head, glancing at her. “I’m fine.” he says with a slight smile. “How’s your shoulder?”

She glanced down at her shoulder, frowning at the bullet hole in her dress, “It’s fine, but my new dress isn’t.” She sighed, pouting a little.


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She closes her eyes for a moment, breathing in his scent then pulled back some, kissing him gently, “We should get going.”

“Yeah,” he murmurs, kissing her again slowly before pulling back and heading to the car, helping her in before getting in himself and starting it.

She settles herself in his car, smiling weakly at him as he glanced over at her, then started to drive. “You didn’t get hurt did you?


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She closes her eyes for a moment, breathing in his scent then pulled back some, kissing him gently, “We should get going.”

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She nods slowly taking a breath as she tries to collect herself, “You didn’t need to see that.” She murmurs pulling away. “We should leave…before more come to collect their friend.” She says, not wanting to look him in the face. She was never ashamed of the things she had done, but now she was, she didn’t want him to see her like that.

He nods, pressing his lips to hers for a moment before taking her hand and leading her back to his car. He couldn’t stop the images from replaying in his head. He knew he should be scared of her, and he was a little bit but his worry for her safety overrode it.

She bit her lip as they headed back towards his car, and she ignored the tension in the air. He had just seen her kill someone, and he wasnt running away. “Do you have some death wish or something I should be concerned about?” she asks, stopping in front of him.

He raises an eyebrow. “Do you plan on killing me too?” he counters, meeting her eyes. “He was trying to kill you, I don’t think just letting him off easy would mean he’d have the same type of courtesy.”

She shrugs, “So? I just killed someone…and you’re not having the slightest bit of reaction a sane person would.” She said crossing her arms over her chest.

“I think I’m still in shock, give it an hour or two,” he says, pursing his lips, knowing he’d end up freaking out at some point.

She nods slowly, “I’m sorry.” She mutters, then walks from him heading for his car.

He sighs, gripping her wrist and pulling her towards him again, cupping her face and kissing her deeply. “I haven’t freaked out yet,” he murmurs, kissing her again.

she nods, kissing him back before pulling away a little, “I’m not a human Ryder…and what just happened happens to me alot.” She said quietly, biting her lip. “You don’t need to be at risk like that.”

“There’s a lot I shouldn’t do,” he says, tracing her lower lip with his thumb. “Don’t push me away,” he mumbles, kissing the side of her mouth.

She nods slowly, then returns his kiss, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist as she buries her face into his neck.


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She nods slowly taking a breath as she tries to collect herself, “You didn’t need to see that.” She murmurs pulling away. “We should leave…before more come to collect their friend.” She says, not wanting to look him in the face. She was never ashamed of the things she had done, but now she was, she didn’t want him to see her like that.

He nods, pressing his lips to hers for a moment before taking her hand and leading her back to his car. He couldn’t stop the images from replaying in his head. He knew he should be scared of her, and he was a little bit but his worry for her safety overrode it.

She bit her lip as they headed back towards his car, and she ignored the tension in the air. He had just seen her kill someone, and he wasnt running away. “Do you have some death wish or something I should be concerned about?” she asks, stopping in front of him.

He raises an eyebrow. “Do you plan on killing me too?” he counters, meeting her eyes. “He was trying to kill you, I don’t think just letting him off easy would mean he’d have the same type of courtesy.”

She shrugs, “So? I just killed someone…and you’re not having the slightest bit of reaction a sane person would.” She said crossing her arms over her chest.

“I think I’m still in shock, give it an hour or two,” he says, pursing his lips, knowing he’d end up freaking out at some point.

She nods slowly, “I’m sorry.” She mutters, then walks from him heading for his car.

He sighs, gripping her wrist and pulling her towards him again, cupping her face and kissing her deeply. “I haven’t freaked out yet,” he murmurs, kissing her again.

she nods, kissing him back before pulling away a little, “I’m not a human Ryder…and what just happened happens to me alot.” She said quietly, biting her lip. “You don’t need to be at risk like that.”


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She nods slowly taking a breath as she tries to collect herself, “You didn’t need to see that.” She murmurs pulling away. “We should leave…before more come to collect their friend.” She says, not wanting to look him in the face. She was never ashamed of the things she had done, but now she was, she didn’t want him to see her like that.

He nods, pressing his lips to hers for a moment before taking her hand and leading her back to his car. He couldn’t stop the images from replaying in his head. He knew he should be scared of her, and he was a little bit but his worry for her safety overrode it.

She bit her lip as they headed back towards his car, and she ignored the tension in the air. He had just seen her kill someone, and he wasnt running away. “Do you have some death wish or something I should be concerned about?” she asks, stopping in front of him.

He raises an eyebrow. “Do you plan on killing me too?” he counters, meeting her eyes. “He was trying to kill you, I don’t think just letting him off easy would mean he’d have the same type of courtesy.”

She shrugs, “So? I just killed someone…and you’re not having the slightest bit of reaction a sane person would.” She said crossing her arms over her chest.

“I think I’m still in shock, give it an hour or two,” he says, pursing his lips, knowing he’d end up freaking out at some point.

She nods slowly, “I’m sorry.” She mutters, then walks from him heading for his car.


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