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Post by Catherine Bathory on Jul 15, 2010 20:34:43 GMT -4
Catherine waited patiently. She knew something was about to come, she just didn't know what it could have been.
"Fine if that's what you want."
"Yes, that's how I-. Ah!"
Catherine felt Dimitrie's body crush into hers. She also felt the telltale crack of bones breaking. Yeah, those had once been ribs, she could feel that. It would heal, and she had bigger problems now as Dimitrie pressed her against the tree, ripping the knife from her hand and pressed it dangerously close to her eye. Granted, the eye would probably heal with no issues, but she didn't want to chance it.
All right, now she was afraid of him again.
"Dimitrie-." She whispered.
"Listen well child...You never turn your back on Dimitrie like that again or next time I will not let you walk away."
She opened her mouth to speak, argue with him, anything, but the words wouldn't come. She merely nodded. In the instance, not arguing sounded like a good idea.
"Yes....sir." The words left her lips before she could think. But then he was pulling her up by one hand. Catherine's eyes widened. This was not going to be good-at all.
"Dimitrie will see you again."
Catherine didn't get a chance to answer. A scream of agony left her lips as the knife's blade cut through her hand. It burned and tore flesh at the same time. If she didn't balance on her toes, the blade tore more flesh. She flinched again as the knife's handle was broken off, causing the blade to dig more.
"DIMITRIE!!!" She screamed, half in pain and half in anger as he fled.
In truth, she'd wanted the meeting to go decently and it had. She wasn't dead, or being dragged out of Nashville against her will. She'd dub this a success. Cat wrapped her uninjured arm around her chest and considered her options.
She could scream for Dimitrie to come back, but in the long run, that would never balance out. Who knew how long it would be before he decided to remove the knife once he did show up-and at what cost when he did? Catherine opted out of that choice immediately.
So that left two options: rip the knife out of her hand by pulling her hand off of it, or try and get a grip to pull it out. The first option would hurt, but it would be over quickly. And then she could go home.
knife out. Go home. Just what you wanted all along. Very simple.
Catherine braced herself. Her left arm was numb from blood loss, silver and general injury. She bit her lip and pulled against the knife blade. As she feared, the limb was too weak from silver to pull itself free.
"Hell."
That left the final option. Catherine sighed. She couldn't get any traction with her feet on the ground, she had to balance carefully on her toes, and her heels weren't helping. She kicked them off so she could at least brace herself on the tree. The silver would burn her, but at least she would get the knife out and then she would be able to go home.
Catherine twisted, trying to get a hold of the knife with her right hand. It was impossible. Dimitrie had done a good job of getting the knife buried into her flesh. In her current position, there was no way to get a good grip on the blade.
Catherine slumped back against the tree. Now she had significant problems. The position left her helpless. She couldn't fight hunter or anything else that might come along. Her cell phone was in the car, and no one had any idea where she'd gone.
"Damn you Dimitrie!" She screamed. Letting her head fall back against the tree, Catherine stared into the night. She wondered if now was a good time for those tears she'd been fighting all night.
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Post by Templeton Báthory on Jul 15, 2010 21:27:03 GMT -4
It had been a little more then a day since the episode within the crypt. Templeton had never run from a thing in his life; he had always been one to take a situation on head on. He dealt with things no matter what they were...he had once upon a time even dealt with being turned into a monster. But this...the words Catherine had told him; those he could not deal with.
They brought too many questions with them...too many feelings and far too many emptions. Emotions led to weakness and that would only leave to something worse. So he had turned from the woman claiming to be his sister and ran though he had not run far he couldn't bring himself to leave the area not yet...not until he was certain about what he had learned.
It hurt...more so then anything he had ever had to deal with in his life but he needed to know that his family was out there and he needed to deal with it. This was of course easier to plan then it was to do so another day had passed and an evening had grown and Templeton had found himself in the woods. He couldn;t go to the church; this was beyond that and that only made him feel even more alone so instead he had turned to the dark; that never seemed to leave.
It was there in the darkness of the world that he heard a voice he knew as of late...the voice of the woman who had told him she was his sister...he knew her voice and he also knew the sound of someone in a great deal of pain. Without thinking Templeton took of in the direction Catherine's vocie had come from and it was a moment later that the sight of Catherine filled his sight.
There was no doubt she was in pain...it was rather obvious from the knife stabbed through her hand and pinning her to the trunk of the tree. A low growl feel from his lips as his eyes darted around the immediate area looking for whoever it was who had done this; they were not there but they would pay...just not now. In another moment Templeton was out of the woods and directly in front of Catherine.
The handle of the blade had been torn off which would make extracting it a bit more of a situation but he could manage.
"This is going to hurt," Templeton stated as he locked eyes with Catherine before reaching out and swiftly pulling the knife from out of Catherine's hand. A hiss fell from his lips as the silver of the knife seared his skin before he quickly dropped it to the ground.
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Post by Catherine Bathory on Jul 15, 2010 21:41:12 GMT -4
Cat was having a tough time decided if she wanted to remain semi awake or not. Bloodloss and silver were running her system ragged. She wanted it over...done. And if she died right now, that was fine.
She'd fairly decided she would just let the knife slide through her hand, just let herself collapse, when she heard someone else coming.
The person who arrived in the darkness surprised her. It was Templeton, her brother, or rather the vampire she'd clearly identified as her brother even if he hadn't said it.
"This is going to hurt,"
"It already does." Catherine murmured, her eyes focusing on the vampire, wondering what brought him here.
She hissed as the knife was dragged from her skin. The other sound she heard was Templeton's skin burning and that made her feel worse. Lowering her left arm, she sank to the ground, groaning.
"Thank you." Her eyes closed as her right hand moved to hold her left. "Are you all right?"
She was tired, and she was going to need a few moments to regain her strength. Rubbing drying blood from her arm, she looked up at Templeton.
"So what brings you out to these woods?"
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Post by Templeton Báthory on Jul 15, 2010 22:17:10 GMT -4
"Thank you."
Templeton shrugged out of his jacket and tore the material down the middle as he knelt in front of Catherine as she took her injured hand in her other. He carefully wrapped the material of the jacket around her hand so that it would absorb the blood while the wound healed.
"Are you all right?"
"I'm fine...I was not the one with a kinife through my hand Catherine," Templeton pointed out as he glanced towards the knife which now lay in the grass covered with blood.
"So what brings you out to these woods?"
Returning his gaze to Catherine Templeton frowned slightly at her attempt of small talk...it hardly seemed like the time what with her just having been pinned to a tree by a knife and whoever had done it was nowhere to be seen to be brought to judgement for their actions.
"Someone stabbed you through the hand...attaching you to a tree...small talk seems rather misplaced," Templeton explained with a frown.
"Are you in much pain?" Templeton asked unable to ignore the concern he felt for the woman; it would be very easy to ignore the feeling but there was only so much he could ignore and he was running out of ways to go about his self denial.
"Who was it who did this?"
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Post by Catherine Bathory on Jul 16, 2010 7:31:00 GMT -4
"I'm fine...I was not the one with a knife through my hand Catherine,"
"True." Catherine rested her injured hand on her knee and rubbed her arm gently as Templeton wrapped the wound. Feeling was starting to seep back into it. She closed her eyes for a moment against the memory of what had transpired. Dimitrie had made his point...this time. She had no idea what he'd do the next.
"And you can call me Cat. Anyone who pulled a knife from my hand is entitled to call me by a nickname."
"Someone stabbed you through the hand...attaching you to a tree...small talk seems rather misplaced,"
Catherine opened her eyes, meeting Templeton's frown. She smiled faintly, looking away.
"There was no point in asking about the weather." She let herself slump back against the tree. She'd nearly determined that it wasn't blood loss which was affecting her so much as silver.
"Are you in much pain?"
"No, it's getting better, since the pressure's off." Catherine suspected any wound would get worse if you put your entire body weight on it.
"Trust me, it hurt a lot worse five minutes ago."
She wondered just how long she'd been in that position...and just how lucky she was that Templeton was the only one who'd come along.
"Who was it who did this?"
"My maker." Catherine replied bitterly. "He's angry because he doesn't have the control over me he used to, so he needed to make a point."
Catherine shuddered. Dimitrie had the power to ruin everything in her life. She had no idea what she was going to do about him. Right now, her brain was too hazy to sort it out. She just wanted to go home.
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Post by Templeton Báthory on Jul 19, 2010 0:35:12 GMT -4
"And you can call me Cat. Anyone who pulled a knife from my hand is entitled to call me by a nickname."
"I will stick to Catherine; it's more formal. And I coudln't leave you attached to a tree," Templeton explained. He knew Catherine was doing her best to make him feel comfortable around her and wit what she was...in theory. But the issue was of course that Templeton was still very uncertain as to what he was making out of the entire situation with this family he suddenly had after centuries of having none.
"My maker. He's angry because he doesn't have the control over me he used to, so he needed to make a point."
Templeton's frown deepened as Catherine explained that it had been her maker who had seen fit to stab the knife through her hand and into the tree. He didn't have much experience when it came to makers especially since his own had simply vanished into the night once Templeton had been changed. There had been no further purpose for him and the two paths had never crossed again...and from the looks of the damage Catherine's maker had done Templeton was not missing out on much.
"Perhaps someone should make a point in regards to your maker," Templeton explained his vocie low enough it could have passed for a growl. He was by no means an angry individual but he was a very firm believer of "an eye for an eye" and it seemed to him that it had been a very long time since Catherine's maker had been on the receiving end of his own brutish nature.
"He should not be allowed to simple stab people into trees. It's impolite."
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Post by Catherine Bathory on Jul 19, 2010 20:45:20 GMT -4
"I will stick to Catherine; it's more formal. And I coudln't leave you attached to a tree,"
If they were going to stick to formalities, he technically should have called her Cordelia, as Alexia and Jaron did. But Catherine wasn't going to push that issue, at least not right now.
"Fair enough." Some of her strength was returning. She felt a little less shaky than she had a few minutes ago. She thought she might be able to drive soon-which meant she could finally accomplish her goal of going home.
"Perhaps someone should make a point in regards to your maker,"
"I tried." Catherine sighed heavily, lightly pressing the fabric deeper into her hand. "It's my fault, technically. If I hadn't pulled the knife on him in the first place, I wouldn't have ended up in that predicament....but who knows what he would have done to me if I hadn't pulled the knife, he might have come up with something more creative."
That was the truth. Catherine could blame herself for the twist all along, but the heart of the matter was the it was Dimitrie who'd decided to put his hands on her first. She was still proud of herself for standing up to him at least mildly.
"He should not be allowed to simple stab people into trees. It's impolite."
Catherine chuckled slightly and looked up to meet Templeton's eyes. Eyes that she found were remarkably Bathory in nature.
"I'm not 100% sure that Dimitrie knows the meaning of the word polite. Perhaps someone should start by getting him a dictionary." Catherine sighed, running her uninjured fingers through her hair.
It was getting late, and she'd been gone far longer than expected. She'd told Stan she was going to the club, so if he called there looking for her, that would raise questions. And her cell phone was in the car. She was going to have to remember to at least try and keep it on her from now on.
"I should be getting home. My boyfriend will miss me if I'm much later."
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Post by Templeton Báthory on Jul 22, 2010 22:46:30 GMT -4
"It's my fault, technically. If I hadn't pulled the knife on him in the first place, I wouldn't have ended up in that predicament....but who knows what he would have done to me if I hadn't pulled the knife, he might have come up with something more creative."
"It's not your fault," Templeton explained brushing the notion aside almost immeidately. If someone got stabbed the injured party could hardly be the one to blame...in most cases and Tempelton was mor ethen certain this was one of those cases were Catherine was not to blame. He had not known her for any long period of time but Templeton was rather certain he could bet money on the notion that Catherina Bathory did not make pulling a knife on those who did not warrant it a habbit. Or at least he could hope she didn't.
"I should be getting home. My boyfriend will miss me if I'm much later."
"Oh yes; of course," Templeton replied pushing himself to his feet. She seemed to have healed rather quickly which no doubt came with her age. Templeton had begun to develop that as well which had been a nice bit of knowledge to hold on to if the situation arose.
A part of him wanted to push the issue of his first meeting with catherine butanother part ofhim wouldn't have it. It was best if he left things alone; best if he set about what he had come here to do and then be on his way. He had lived his life that way for years now and the Lord had never turned him wrong so he would stcik to his path.
"I'm glad I could help," Templeton stated with a nod of his head as he took a few steps back and then averted his eyes from Catherine. A part of him was screaming to take note of the fact that Catherine had been placed into his path not once but twice now and that was surely soemthing he should take note of but he couldn't. He was ebing stubborn and pig headed and a list of others things but he would seek forgiveness for those laters when he could get some peace about him.
"Have a good night and be sure to take care of yourself," Templeton explained before turning away from Catherine and making his way back towards the trees where he had come from.
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Post by Catherine Bathory on Jul 24, 2010 9:19:44 GMT -4
"It's not your fault,"
Catherine nodded faintly. But in the back of her mind, she felt like some of it was her fault. If she hadn't been so adamant about following his orders all of those years ago, she might not have to fight him now. She was so incredibly torn. He was her maker, and technically he was family, but Catherine was tired of his garbage.
"Oh yes; of course,"
Catherine grabbed her shoes and put them back on, pulling herself up to her feet as Templeton did the same. She was still tired, undoubtedly from silver and stress. She wanted to go home, and she was going to have to tell Stan. She had no idea what she was going to tell him, since she hadn't even told him Dimitrie had called.
"I'm glad I could help,"
"Thank you for your help." Catherine watched Templeton. She wanted to talk. She needed to get the obvious out in the open. They were siblings. And they needed to discuss it. But not here. Catherine worried Dimitrie might still be lurking in the darkness.
"Have a good night and be sure to take care of yourself,"
Have a good night? Well, it couldn't get any worse. But Catherine didn't want him to walk away, not yet.
"Templeton!" She hurriedly caught up with him, setting herself in front of him. "Unless you have someone who'll miss you, who might look for you, why don't you come home with me? It's the least I can do for your help."
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Post by Templeton Báthory on Jul 26, 2010 0:43:02 GMT -4
"Templeton!"
Templeton looked up slightly surprised to see Catherine standing before him. He had figured they would part ways and that would be that. Simple, clean and organized and not in the least bit complicated. Catherine had her mate waiting for her at their home and Templeton had a new dwelling state to search out as Nashville had proved to stir up far too many new situations. A boring existence had been what he had sought in his time undead and he was most certainly not getting it here.
"Catherine I thought you said that you had..."
"Unless you have someone who'll miss you, who might look for you, why don't you come home with me? It's the least I can do for your help."
Templeton stared back at Catherine for several moments. It would be easy to lie to her; to tell her that he did have someone waiting for him as well and that they would be worried should he not turn up. But that would have been a very blatant lie and he was by no means a liar.
"I couldn't impose upon you and yours," Templeton explained as cordially as he could be in declining her offer.
He was still very much uncertain of what to make of Catherine Bathory and he knew spending more time in the situation woudln't rightly help.
"Besides I have set up dwellings up my own here in Nashville; there is no need. But thank you for the offer," Templeton stated his voice void of emotion as he casted a look behind Catherine into the darkness that awaited him should he be able to make it into it.
Catherine brought with her possibilities for Templeton; a chance for him to have a family. But she also brought lifetime after lifetime of lies he had been told and opportunities he had missed...and solitude he had suffered un-necessarily. He had prayed for such a thing but to receive it would make what he had endured for nothing and he wasn't certain which was worse.
Family...or no family at all.
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Post by Catherine Bathory on Jul 26, 2010 20:43:50 GMT -4
Catherine turned her head. She had a suspicion it was going to rain, given the way the wind was picking up. Given as how she didn't want to be caught in the rain again for second time, she was ready to get home. But not without Templeton.
"I couldn't impose upon you and yours,"
"It's no imposition." Catherine smiled. She almost said it was no imposition because they were family, but that would freak the other vampire out to no end.
"Besides I have set up dwellings up my own here in Nashville; there is no need. But thank you for the offer,"
"Look, if you won't stay the night, at least come for something to eat. The humans in our house are very willing to let you feed from them. No guilt, no death, no mess, no problem. And besides, what will my boyfriend say if I tell him another vampire helped me? He'll want to offer his thanks in person, I'm sure."
Catherine reached out and with the hand which had not been injured took hold of Templeton's arm.
"Come on. I insist. Let's go before it rains."
She gave Templeton a sweet smile before turning in the direction she'd originally come.
"One thing you'll learn about me, Templeton, is that when it comes to something I want, no is not an answer I take well."
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Post by Templeton Báthory on Jul 26, 2010 22:13:02 GMT -4
"Look, if you won't stay the night, at least come for something to eat. The humans in our house are very willing to let you feed from them. No guilt, no death, no mess, no problem. And besides, what will my boyfriend say if I tell him another vampire helped me? He'll want to offer his thanks in person, I'm sure."
"I'm not particularly hungry," Templeton explained attempting to wrap his head around the notion that apparently Catherine and her partner shared a house with humans who did not mind if they snacked upon them...that was a notion which Templeton was not entirely certain how he felt about it.
It was of course much better then murdering people as the murder was a sin frowned upon by God. But Templeton only made a habit of consuming when he absolutely had to; though more times then not that resulted in the death of the one he fed upon he believed it cut down on the amount of lives he damaged. And those he did pick to feed upon were not the most upstanding children of God though he knew it was not up to him to be judge and jury; there was a higher power for that.
"Come on. I insist. Let's go before it rains."
Templeton opened his mouth to attempt to protest once more as Catherine grasped his arm but he was quickly starting to realize there was no point in fighting her on what it was she wanted; and currently it seemed as if she wanted his company in her dwelling with the company of her partner. Both were not notions Templeton was comfortable with.
"One thing you'll learn about me, Templeton, is that when it comes to something I want, no is not an answer I take well."
"I am beginning to realize that," Templeton muttered only half under his breath.
"I will not be staying long though...I do have to be moving along," Templeton attempted to explain as a sort of way to ensure that his stay would at least be short...something told him he wouldn't get that wish either.
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