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All Over the Dorms, Saturday Afternoon

So, Kate had been pretty pissed off over having let that pale guy escape earlier. For a bunch of reasons. She was telling herself his words weren't one of them.

Luckily the building offered more than enough distraction from that. She'd been here a month or so ago, just for a few days until she'd skipped to the fun side of town. It hadn't been like this, though: this place here was alive. It smelled utterly human, like a bunch of breathers going about their puny little lives, oblivious to the danger now right outside their doors. It was intoxicating.

Later, Kate wanted to see if the rest of the town was the same but for now, she was soaking up the smell of humanity by prowling the hallways. Occasionally, she knocked on a random door just to see if there was someone amusing there.

For now, she considered the dorms her own personal playground.

[ooc: OH SO OPEN. Feel free to run into her in any hallway, or mod your door being knocked on. She's not going to bite anyone (at least not without proper OOC permission omg), but she is going to be hella creepy at everyone, because it's what you do when you're a teen vampire.]

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It was kind of endearing how much of a fucking idiot he was, really. In a pretty twisted way but still.

Kate tried to bite at his fingers, playfully. For now. "What if I've changed my mind?"

Well, she was just being all kinds of surprising, wasn't she? Nathan still didn't know if he was being fucked with or not but he could play along with her for the moment.

He pulled his fingers away from her before she could get her teeth into his skin. He leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms.

"You haven't," Nathan told her, shaking his head. "You're too...what's the word? You're like married to that blonde British bloke that must have some huge fucking cock because there ain't nothing else going on there."

So, that had been like her byfriend? Of course it had.

Kate waved a dismissive hand. "What, that guy? He ran away from me this morning." Hey, that was even true! "I think it's safe to say it's over. I'm not married to anyone."

"And now you wanna be with me?" Nathan asked, still sounding skeptical. "That's bullshit. You just want me to drop my pants and unleash the beast so you can take a picture with your mobile phone and show it to all your gossiping friends. Maybe you want to put it on the computer in your Cock of the Month club or something."

Kate rolled her eyes. (Some things never cahnged.) "Weren't you just praising your talents like five minutes ago? How is it so hard to believe I might actually be convinced and change my mind?"

She slid just a half step closer. "You know you want to believe me."

"Yeah, of course I want to believe you." Hey, there time together had been fun. She'd been good at it and he wasn't attached or anything. "I just don't think you're serious. I think you're playing at being something you're not. I think -- "

He leaned forward and smiled at her. " -- you're just a fucking tease and want to play with the big boys."

Kate breathed in. She didn't need the action, per se, but it brought his decidedly living scent more strongly to her. It was kind of mouth-watering.

She reached out to touch his cheek with her fingertips, smirking at him. "Oh, you have no idea."

"Yeah, I really don't," Nathan said, shaking his head. "You're just a ball of fucking fluff, Kate. All soft edges and word vomit. Next, you're gonna tell me that you can expertly tie a very complicated knot while baking a pie and diagnosing some chap with a lump on his balls. Yeah right."

It was safe to say he still didn't believe her. He was an idiot but he was a brave idiot, at least. And a blind idiot.

An all-around idiot, in conclusion. Poor Nathan. Kate let her hand wander further down, nails dragging gently down along his neck.

"I'm not fluff, a ball of it or otherwise," she promised him. "Cute of you to say that, but I'm really not."

"You really are," Nathan said, glancing down at her hand but doing little else. "You're all soft corners and a squishy underside. Kate, you're a fucking amateur."

"You're wrong," she told him idly. Her hand was resting against the side of his neck, and she could feel his pulse just under her fingertips. It was distracting, and drew her gaze away from his eyes. "That's who I used to be."

Yeah, Nathan wasn't just going to let her have her way with him. He lurched off the wall and grabbed her shoulders so he could try and push her against the opposite wall.

"What the fuck are you playing at?" Nathan asked, frowning at her. "You trying to take the piss out of me or something? Give it the fuck up. You're no good at it."

Kate let herself be pushed just because she found it amusing. She even let out a laugh so girlish that it had to be at least fifty percent intentional.

"Ooh, are we playing rough now?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "That's kind of a dangerous game."

"Are you high right now?" Nathan asked, shaking his head at her. "Did you drink the paint instead of sniffing it because let me tell you, all that's gonna do is kill you. And it's gonna leave me so fucking unimpressed at your level of intelligence."

Kate shook her head, keeping his eyes on his. "Oh, I haven't been drinking anything." She stuck her bottom lip out at him. "And that's a sad thing. I don't think paint could kill me, though."

"Then, what is your deal right now?" Nathan wondered, shaking his head. "You're acting all weird and strung out. You don't look like you could have fun if someone taped you to a fucking carousel and set it on manic speed. Disappointing."

"I am not disappointing." Those words came out a little more sharply than she'd maybe intended, but she didn't care. She covered it up with another somewhat fake smile. "Maybe you just don't know me."

"You're proving plenty disappointing right now," Nathan said and flipped some of her hair before he backed away. "And maybe I don't wanna know you. I don't play with confused kids."

With that, he just laughed in her face before putting his cigarette back between his lips.

And before he'd even really finished that action, Kate was already reaching for his shoulders to push him back into the opposite wall, in turn. Except she was intending to put a little more force into it.

Funny how that happened.

"Ow!" Well, he'd been pushed around enough to know this feeling quite well. "Ow, that fucking hurt! What the fuck is your deal, Kate? You broke up with your boyfriend again so now you want some pity fuck or something? You could have just asked, you know. You don't have to throw me into walls!"

"Oh please, if anyone was giving anyone a pity fuck around here, it'd be the other way around." Because that point was important, right. Especially right before she leaned way close to him and her face shifted to its more demonic, less pretty form. "It's not really your dick I'm after."

Nathan was not embarrassed about what he did next. He screamed and squirmed, trying to writhe away from her because that was just fucking bad.

"Jesus fuck, you're so ugly!" Nathan yelled. "You should warn a guy when you're gonna pull that shit out! I feel like I'm looking at the inside of a diseased asshole!"

Kate pulled him away from the wall only to push him back again.

"Do you kiss your mom with that mouth?" she wondered. "Seriously, your manners are lacking."

At least her feelings weren't hurt. It was hard to be vain of a face you'd never even seen.

"Fuck," Nathan yelped again. His head was starting to throb a bit now. "I kiss everyone with this mouth. I go down on people with this mouth too. But, you know, not my mum because ew."

Ew.

"But I wouldn't go down on you if you paid me and promised me a blowjob that would literally make me see God. You're goddamn ugly. You're like levels of ugly that haven't even been invented yet. And and and -- "

What was he gonna say here? He could tell something was fucking up here and that this wasn't Kate but he wasn't going to go fuck off either. "You're a little bitch too."

Oh. Who knew what it was exactly about those words, but Kate's face returned to its normal state, eyes turning from yellow back to brown, forehead smoothing out. Not that he was going to get to enjoy the sight very long.

Because she headbutted him in the face right about then. And hard.

All Over the Dorms, Saturday Afternoon

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