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cont. from here! @simplyeviil

As she confessed, she felt a weight being lifted from her shoulders, only to be replaced as Michael got closer. Yes, she had said she loved him, but was it out of desperation or was it truly out of love? That was a fine line for Katherine, and she couldn’t tell which side of the line she stood on. All she knew was that she wanted to live, and she wanted to be safe.

But as much as she tried to convince herself he was trouble, so was she. Time after time she found herself separating him from his actions. How could someone so sweet be so heartless? How could someone with such a sweet smile be so cruel? It just didn’t make sense to her.

She froze as Michael grabbed her hand, apprehensively staring up at him. If you asked her in that moment, she wouldn’t be able to tell you which she was the most scared of, rejection or dying? Both options would likely end in her being killed, but the guarantee of death scared her much more- knowing that maybe she wasn’t as different as she thought. Maybe he couldn’t be helped. And more than anything, she just wanted to help him. 

“I.. think I have an idea, yes,” though with the shake in her voice it sounded more like a question than an answer. “What is there that I don’t know?”

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Khaon didn't even bother looking up at the woman who entered the library. He didn't care. However, she then decided to sit by HIM of all people. Just wonderful. "Ma'am, do you mind?"

     Katherine hurried to the back wall, eyes skimming over the abundance of books. She finally pulled one out, making a mental note of where the book had been located, with hopes of putting it back in place herself if needed. 

     As she turned around, her eyes fell upon Khaon, who had been sitting alone. He looks lonely. She clasped the book in her hands and sat next to the stranger. Katherine was surprised when he spoke to her, having previously assumed he wouldn’t want to talk. “I’m sorry, you looked lonely,” she stated, “Would you prefer to be left alone? I don’t mean to intrude!” she whispered apologetically. It was a library, after all, she didn’t wish to speak too loud. 

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A male walked into a café, his hood on his head. He did not speak to anyone, fearing that his fangs may show. Yeah, he's a vampire. He doesn't drink the blood on the innocent. He goes after criminals instead.

     Katherine’s head shot up as she heard the small bell on the door ring, signifying that someone had entered. Her gaze followed him, trying to get a better look at him. She wondered why the male appeared to be so closed off; perhaps he was upset? She debated hopping in line behind him, despite having already ordered a drink. Instead, she decided to wait, curiously watching him from across the café.