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“If you need me, don’t be afraid to call. Unless I won’t care– which will more than likely be the case.” She chuckles at last, before quirking her head in curiosity. “What do you even do for fun these days? Or who, rather. You can’t be hiding away here alone all the time, can you?”
“Right.” Catherine says with a nod, again not biting on anything. “Most of the time, yes, I can.” She says with a nods. “When I do take time away though who I am with someone.”
“What I ‘have’ with anyone is none of her business,” Kitty grumbles, “That’s what got me into this mess in the first place.” She couldn’t care less what Lucia’s problem was with anyone else on her usual days– it was only when she brought it through her door that it became her problem too. Then there was the fact it was Alex’s safety at stake. God, caring for people other than herself was exhausting. “Well, she’s your problem now. Leave her to rot for all I care.” A hint of a smile plays at her lips. “It’s a shame that you had to be dragged down with the rest of us, especially over something so mundane. Perhaps you’ll get a moment’s peace by the end of the week, mhm?”
Catherine sighs and shakes her head. This wasn’t her fight, and she damned well wasn’t getting involved. The tempers on these woman were enough to level the town if it got out of hand “I suppose she is.” she agrees. She wouldn’t bit though, not today. She smiles warmly. “Perhaps I will.”
“She hasn’t told you?” She asks sourly, ignoring the look Catherine gave her, “She came to my house and exploded like an angry child. You should see my banister.” Pushing her collar aside slightly, the mark is very much still there, even if it had already begun to fade. “This I can deal with, but builders I cannot.” She practically shuddered at the thought of letting strangers into her house. “I didn’t even have any of the fun, yet I’m the one that gets punished for her Stockholm syndrome girlfriend fucking my–” Her what, exactly? “Alex.” She corrected, “It’s pitiful, really.”
“I could barely get out of her how exactly she had gotten into my home without notice, let alone a reason for her being there.” She listens, eyes trailing over the other vampire’s neck for a moment before returning to her eyes. Her brow raises at the mention of Alex and her near slip up. “So my best and brightest are running around like petty school children. You’re right, it is pitiful.” She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I’ll keep her from self destructing, you... go figure out what you have with Alex so the wolf knows she can’t be sleeping with someone else. Unless you’d like her to continue doing so.” Honestly she would like to stay out of the drama, but having Lucia implode meant half of them would probably go with her. And over a damn woman. yup, pitiful.
“If you think that’s bad, you should see the state of my hallway.” Kitty frowns. “I knew she’d come running to you. Typical.”
“What has she done?” Catherine ignore the last comment, opting for a stern look instead. The vampire was well aware that when Lucia sought her out that it was to keep herself from self destructing.
"Does anyone want to tell me why there is a disgruntled demon refusing to leave my guest room?"
“Fitting though, am I right?” Quirky, mischievous, nearly described her perfectly. “Did he? Explain why you think it’s a good idea because I can’t figure that out.”
“Entirely so.” She says with a smile. “Well I simply didn’t want to see the family lose it, he worked so hard.”
“Excuse you. Mortal traits. Not classified as human considering the whole ‘turn into a ferret’ thing.” She seemed to jump right back into being her old annoying self. “Good. ‘Cause I’m here to stay. Pop passed away, left Skyline to me. Crazy thing to do but too late to stop him.”
“Oh forgive me, mortal traits. A ferret, what an interesting thing to turn into.” She muses an amused smile on her face. “He always said he was leaving it to you, I thought it was a good idea.”
She continued over, “She grew up, surprise!” Alannah chuckled, “Sorta thing that happens to those not blessed with immortality.” Stopping at the bench, she took a seat next to the woman. “Did ya miss me?”
“Ahh right, pesky human traits.” She laughs. “Hmm, did I miss the annoying child distracting me from work?” she teases. “You know what yeah I did. You’re back though?”
Rhona being an adorable Star Wars nerd <3
Since coming back, Alannah had seen a few familiar faces, none that noticed her though. Not like anyone would recognize her since it had been almost two decades. She found herself wandering the park, kicking small rocks along the path. Slowing as she approached someone on a bench, Alannah squinted to get a better look, “Is that… Cat Rayner??” she nearly exclaimed, walking closer to the woman.
She heard her name, though faintly, and not how most people would say it, and she turns her head to find the source. It takes a moment but a smile pulls over her face. “I’ll be damned.” She says. “What happened to the awkward 12 year old?” She calls out, smiling brightly.
She tucks a lock of hair behind Catherine’s ear, grinning dreamily at her. “You came to rescue me?” She asks, looking up at her with wide, doting eyes, “Take me away, my handsome prince.” There was another laugh, then she was off, tugging Catherine over to the door.
Catherine chuckles. “I’m no knight in shining armor, darling.” She wasn’t used to anyone acting like this, staring at her like that, not with her. “Whatever you want, Evie.” She lets herself be lead to the door, taking Evie’s hand in her own.
Prim was walking down the street, her mind in the clouds and her white cane tapping the ground in front of her. She lost focus for a second, and crashed into another person. “Oh dear! I’m so sorry.”
Catherine, to her embarrassment had been too focused on he phone, and hadn’t noticed someone coming directly towards her. they crash into one another and she reaches out steadying them both. “No, no, it’s as much my fault as your own.”
“Guess who finally has a weekend off? What am I going to do with it you ask, I’m going to binge watch something on Netflix probably.”
“Sounds relaxing.” Catherine says with a smile.
Evie turned clumsily at the sound of Catherine’s voice. At first she wasn’t even sure that what she’d heard was real until her eyes landed on her, and she gave a cheer, a few other patrons joining in. “Catherine!” She shouted excitedly, throwing an arm around her waist. “Here’s m’girl. Well, not yet. Soon. You look good, damn!” Leaning in close to her, she planted a kiss on her cheek, unaware of the pure stench of alcohol she was exuding. “Mmm, you’re so soft. D’you know that? You’re soooo soft.” She leaned her head on Catherine’s shoulder, giggling to herself. “Did you come to buy me another drink?”
Catherine could tell they was drunk, but up close she seemed all that much worse. “Hell, darling.” She says as Evie’s arms come around her waist. The smell of alcohol assaults her nose more now. “good to know I am soft.” she says with a smile. “Well I’d been hoping that you’d be done for the evening. Perhaps let me accompany you home?”
The ball had thrown Evie’s life on its ass. She had two options: to sit at home, jobless, and mope about her injury; or to go outside and live dangerously. Did it even matter any more? Did anything matter? She’d turned into a reckless fool, but if the Horsemen didn’t want her to live, then she wouldn’t bother trying. The night had led her between bars, drinking away the pain and causing a scene wherever she went. After the Hollow had stopped serving her she stumbled towards the door, knocking into someone as she pushed through the crowd, spilling their drink down her t-shirt. “Ah, shit. Sorry,” She slurred, “Looks like someone can’t hold their drink.” Her own words set her off into a wave of drunken laughter, slapping the back of the other heartily and causing their drink to spill even more. “I mean me. Cause I’m the drunk.”
Catherine couldn’t tell you why she’d taken to following Evie that night, but something had told her she needed to beyond the call she’d received. Lucia had called letting her know that Evie had been turned away. For the demon to be worried was reason enough for concern to settle in her. So she set out to find her which hadn’t been hard with the scenes she’d been leaving behind her, still she stayed in the shadows, slipping from one to the next to keep an eyes on Evie. Finally she’d had enough, her concern getting the better of her. She approaches them after having slapped the person on the back. “That you have my dear, far too much I think.” She says softly next to her.
Catherine had been forced out of the office by more than one of the people she worked with, some more forcefully than others, and for once took the advice, she needed time off. Even if only a few hours. Her first stop had been to check on Charlie, and found the woman as to be expected. Next she finds herself simply walking around town, ending up on a bench in the park.
