fandomhighdorms | 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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"That's what they say," Kate replied agreeably. Hey, you try staying completely sane when you stumble onto a vampire-infested island with no way out, then get turned into a vampire. "I prefer to think of it as being interesting."

"Somewhat," Topher said dryly ~~with the wrong icon~~. "Well, nice seeing you," he said, dripping with sarcasm.

"Leaving already?" she wondered, pretending not to notice the sarcasm while sliding a bit closer. "What's the rush?"

Topher edged away. Okay, ick. She was being all... close. "Uh, you know," he said. "Got stuff to do."

Sadly, it wasn't going to be that easy to get her out of his personal space. See, she could move forward when he moved back.

"Stuff? How terribly interesting."

Hello, sarcasm. So much for keeping up appearances.

"Uh, uh, uh," Topher said, furiously wetting his lips. Then --

"Uh. You should know, uh. I don't really want to, um, have sex with you."

He lived in fear of sex. And girls standing close to him. It was terrifying.

Oh poor, poor Topher. Kate had so many more terrifying tricks up her sleeve, too.

The mocking laugh that slipped out may not have been one of them, but it wasn't exactly reassuring, either. "Oh, I don't want to have sex with you."

She paused after that, waiting for what she thought was an inevitable question.

Well, he certainly wasn't going to ask why. He was just grateful. Girls were scary. Being close to girls, scarier. So he was quite pleased by that bit of news.

"Uh, good," he said, awkwardly. "That... settles that."

Actually, the question she'd been expecting wasn't why. But that was okay, she could totally prompt him for it.

"Aren't you going to ask me what I do want to do to you?"

Shush, she liked dramatics.

Oh. Uh. That was... ominous.

"Um," he said, definitely getting freaked out now. "N-no?"

"Too bad," Kate replied, all too sweetly. She was reaching for his shoulders now, and her grip wouldn't be as gentle as her light frame might have suggested. "Oh well. I can show you anyway."

Ow. Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow.

Topher was a weakling, okay?

"Um," he said, struggling in the ineffective way a weakling tended to struggle. "Maybe, uh. Maybe you shouldn't."

"I think I should."

She really did, and even nodded a few times, very solemnly. And then she laughed because if he was already struggling, then his next reaction was probably going to be hilarious.

She let her face morph.

Aaaand... Topher shrieked. Like a six-year-old girl. Or in fact, probably even a little less masculine than that.

Yeah, that thing about all girls being scary? Kate was way scarier.

And still laughing in his face, because that had been one seriously girly scream.

"Is there something wrong?" she asked innocently as she went to push him back against the nearest wall.

"Wh-wha-- I really like the third floor," he stammered as his back hit the wall. Oh, yeah, Topher, now was the time for useless babbling. "That chocolate you gave me was really good..."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Kate told him and my, wasn't she leaning a bit close, eyes on his neck. "But that's okay. I rarely give a fuck about what breathers babble about."

Topher let out a tiny whimper, squirmed, and ended up pressing himself further against the wall.

Effective, that.

So very effective, really. It had totally removed kate from his immediate presence!

Oh wait.

"This is gonna hurt a lot," she informed him sweetly, right before her fangs broke his skin.

And Topher shrieked. Not his usual oh-crap-my-character-died-in-Final-Fantasy shriek, or even his I-just-stubbed-my-toe shriek -- nope, this was a full-blown holler, sufficient to draw attention from about half a mile's radius.

He wasn't very used to pain, no.

It was kind of music to Kate's ears, but she was aware that a shriek that loud might bring in more hero types than she'd want, so she clamped a hand over his mouth to try and stop him.

Besides, if she took away his ability to scream, maybe he'd struggle some more. That was always fun.

Well. That was less than fun. He tried to turn the tables and bite her hand back, but, well, Topher. It just wasn't working out.

But yes. Struggling some more. He didn't care for the biting one bit.

Most people didn't, and it made their blood all the more delicious. He was in luck, though, since Kate wasn't intending to kill him. Not today, anyway. She thought she'd be sticking around for a while, and it could be much more fun to make breathers fear her than it was to kill them outright.

Deciding she'd snacked enough, she abruptly pulled away, letting go of him. She was licking blood off her lips as her face shifted back to its original form.

Once she'd pulled away, Topher didn't even have the good sense to put his hand to his neck to stop the bleeding. Instead, he just stared up at her, appalled.

"What," he panted, "is the matter with you?"

Topher, meet Kate's utterly unimpressed look.

"Like five minutes with my fangs in your neck and you still can't figure it out?"

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