notjustanothercoptkat has joined for dinner
Katerina Petrova. What a name. Hannibal van Helsing could not help but to be delighted as he cooked for the guest of whom he had yet to meet. Having heard of her through another guest he had had, the psychopathic cannibal decided that he just had to have her for dinner. What better way to get to know someone than over a fresh meal? When the doorbell rang, he cleaned his hands of the meat's blood before going to the door. Opening it, he saw a brunette with doe like brown orbs and olive complexion. She smelled of vampire, but also of pure heaven. What a contradiction within such a beautiful form. "Hello, darling. You must be Katerina."









