it always happens so fast — too fast. her body reacts on instinct, just like any other person, but the consequences of her hunger are always more grave. katherine is still coming to terms with it as she wipes trembling hands on her blood - stained dress ( the only pretty garment in her possession that she prematurely swore she wouldn't ruin ) and hurriedly buries the leftover bones under dirt and dead grass. in the distance there's light and laughter, the smell of pretzels and cotton candy light and pleasant but not enough to hide the piercing scent of blood on her hands. she's still on her knees as a figure emerges from the shadows. ❛ don't come any closer. ❜ her words are anything but firm, tears welling in her eyes like they always do after she feeds. ❛ stay away. ❜ @ptolemvea
