daemonamor asked you: Kill Me
Katniss had only spoken to the vampire once.
It hadn't been too rememberable of a conversation, in her mind. Katherine had offered to heal Katniss in exchange for her blood. Katniss had declined. They'd ended it there-- No ties to end or close up, no feelings hurt in the process. Truthfully, before that moment, the two had never really interacted in the first place.. Which was why the offer from the dark-haired vampire had put Katniss so on-edge.
It was weeks later until their next encounter. The whole thing had gone by so terribly fast, and was so traumatic in her mind, that the volunteer from Twelve really hadn't had much of a chance to catalog it in her mind-- Much less make it something she'd remember.
But she remembered bits and pieces. She remembered the blur of color and sudden 'whoosh' of leaves beside her. She remembered being confused for just a moment--what could move that fast?--before her body was being shoved into the ground by a hand that moved far too quickly and far too roughly to be anything human. Being human herself, she wasn't too aware of any of the supernatural's special abilities. She knew the basics-- Vampires could compel, werewolves shifted at a full moon. But she wasn't sure which groups moved fast and which groups were strong, and most importantly, she didn't know what exactly all could kill any of them. Which was a problem in that moment-- The girl knew she was dead the moment the hand slammed into her back. All she knew was that wooden stakes worked on some vampires, and a certain plant could slow down wolves. But her knowledge only extended that far.
And, unfortunately, she had no stake nor any sort of plant on her in that moment. She was dead-- She even almost accepted it.
Until the moment she was flipped around and saw the same dark-haired girl she vaguely remembered from before sitting on top of her with her fangs bared. Vampire. It was the only word that registered in her mind, before the sudden piercing pain of teeth ripping into flesh filled her entire body.
The worst part of it was the sucking-- She could feel Katherine taking every inch of her life away. She could feel the warm liquid being pulled from the wound in her neck, could hear her suddenly pounding heartbeat loud and clear in her head. She could feel herself dying, and it was the worst thing imaginable to her.
It was the worst thing to her, until she found herself remembering the whole reason she was in the arena to begin with. Prim. Was she watching this, back in their tattered and run-down home? Was she clutching at the worn couch cushions scattered in a corner of their home, crying out for her sister to do something? The image was clear as day in the dying Seam girl's mind. She could see the tears running down her pretty pale face, could see the look of obvious pain on her mother's more dirty skin.
They say you see your life flash before your eyes just before you reach that final edge. But maybe this wasn't any different-- After all, these two people had been her meaning for living for years, now. They were her life. And she wasn't going to force her kid sister into growing up far too early like she herself did.
So weak, nearly-drained Katniss did the only thing she could do. With the arm not being pinned by the vampire, she reached out unsteadily and began groping at the ground for anything she could reach. Any sort of weapon, anything that would cause this girl to pause just enough for Katniss to get away. She could feel the vampire chuckle against her skin-- It must've been amusing to watch your prey fight for life when they were in so little reach of it. But thankfully Katherine made no move to stop her, probably sensing she wasn't much of a threat in the first place. Katniss believed the same thing.
That is, until her hand closed around what seemed like a reasonably thick piece of.. Something. Her eyelids felt too weak to open anyways, so it wasn't like she could check to see what it was before she lifted her arm up in obvious discomfort.. And then plunged the object into the other female's back, just above where she was almost positive her heart would lay.
Everything was peacefully quiet for just a few moments. The blood was no longer being tugged from her neck, though it did seem to continue to seep down in heavy waves. And then, it happened. First, it was the piercing scream that filled Katniss' already pounding head. It stretched and stretched and stretched, and for almost just a moment, her tired brain believed the whole arena could hear Katherine's shriek of pain. And then came the clawing-- The way she tried to reach behind herself to pull whatever Katniss had thrusted into her out. But with how much she was struggling and the way she was still trying to keep the opposite female down, she knew the vampire was only digging it deeper and deeper into herself.
And then came the silence. The quiet, quickened breathing of a body frozen in time. The silent collapsing of a limp form falling to the ground beneath her. The slow decrease of inhales and exhales, until they finally just stopped completely.
Katniss only had the strength to form a weak smile before she was passing out and plunged into the dark recesses of her mind herself.
