Experienced Thinkers (Katherine)

[alexander james mason]

I wipe my brow,

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It was just another typical night stroll for Alex, he was back at his favorite hang out in Volterra. This place had more history than many of his books. He loved experiencing the visions that he got when he touched the ruins, each one was different. There was just so much that had happened here and it all wanted to jump out at him and show him. He had learnt a lot about the roman era, and even more since then. The amount of people that came here to propose was ridiculous. Those visions were never Alex's favorite.

Alex had despised love and women for a very long time. He could not handle it in his heart. Not after what his fiance had done to him with his brother. He still relished the night where he had killed them both. Whenever someone mentioned his name and he found himself even the slightest bit sad he would remember how it had felt to tear her apart in front of his brother. That night Alex knew that he had to be more than human. That this was the path he wanted to go down. To kill people and watch them suffer. He was more like his father than he ever anticipated. However he had never raised a hand to the whore when they were.. emotionally involved.

Even the word love made Alex angry. He could not control that part of his temper, it just took over. However since coming to Volterra and being with his son, Alex had softened slightly towards the volturi and Aro's friends. He knew in himself he had to change to accommodate his sons lifestyle as nobody wanted to be around a hermit vampire. Alex knew how to be friendly and he knew how to be polite, he just had to work on them a lot more. He could not snap like he used to or be insulting unless he had a real reason too. But his son never minded much anyway, even if Alex was having a particularly bad day and resorted to his old ways. Aro still liked to have the blood and gory and that balanced Alex fine. As long as he got to have his share of torturing, killing or hurting he was happy. It balanced out all the rest.

Alex took a seat further inward than previous. He was closer to the ruin of the stage. Placing his palms flat on the ruins he closed his eyes and exhaled loudly. Next before his eyes a scene erupted. It was nothing like he had seen before. This was the future. Normally Alex could prevent these visions as he felt they were a waste of time but not this one. A blonde haired female. She was coming to speak to him. He felt like he had seen her before in the passing.

He pulled himself from his vision angry at himself for allowing it to occur and see a woman. He mentally slapped himself and pushed a hair through his hair. It was a dull night, for a dull day. The moon and stars were hidden and it was almost complete blackness. Alex could see, but nothing too far. He was sure his son had guards watching him anyway for his own safety. They never did come near but they were always there since their meeting.

[Katherine O'Riley]

The woman had been without a shadow of a doubt, walking along the streets of Italy’s vampire community, otherwise known as Volterra. She had lived here off and on since the early 1900’s, due to her love for her homeland. Ireland called out to her from time to time so she would go visit. Of course, not everything was that simple. Killing without prejudice had kept her alive for as long as she had been alive. Of course not a day went by that she didn’t think of the moments that led up to her long eternal life. Today’s venture meant a walk to the Roman Theatre.

The theatre itself was quite alluring that was something she had grown used to. She never thought she would be in this life. But after watching the remains of the world she knew, slip past her, she knew there was a reason for it. Why she was able to exist and others faded away. The one thing about Volturi was that it held many secrets. Some, she had been apart of, some she had not. When it came to the Roman empire, she knew all of it’s secrets more so than she would care to admit. She had recalled this place in it’s splendor many a century ago. It was a shame to see it in the rubble it was in now. But alas that was what happened here. So much had been at the center of this place, so much to recall, to picture herself. Although she had lived a long time, she had not been in Italy during the time this place was at it’s peak, it’s best. Though she wished she had been.

Of course she knew that this place was used to propose, by humans....and others alike. However she never thought about it in such a way. Of course she did not care about the proposals of humans by far. No she would rather drain them dry than to worry about it. The vampire looked upon the way the world was now, it was far different than the one she had come from. Though throughout time she had matured, and had come to a modern name because of it. When it came to thinking of Love, she wanted to puke. It was a fool's errand in her oppinion, not worth going through a second time.

Many centuries ago, she had killed her boyfriend who had been, her one true love, all because he had cheated on her with her best friend, needless to say it had been a violent end for them. Though it was quite fun for her. It made her forget about ever loving him at alll. She had been ruthless in hunting them out....how she had killed them while they were still intimately connected. This was the path that was destined to her, though she had two years before it’s truth would come into it’s fruition.

Love was as foreign to her as anything else was in this day and age as after killing her late boyfriend she swore men off completely. Never had a fling, or an intimate connection with anyone else. Of course she had no reason to trust any man, no matter if they were older or younger than herself. Still being a nomadic vampire she was often alone, never really had it in her to truly settle down in one area for long, not long enough to make any real connections. Ireland was the only connection she had, and one she wouldn’t give up without a fight, which was rare since she never walked away from a fight.

Ireland was what was her history, it was her connection to her gift. Albeit a unique one that most did not have, but it wasn’t as strong as others by far. Still her other talents did come into play when required. Still she knew that she had to change herself, if she had wanted to get anywhere in life. Of course she had no intentions of changing the way she killed. As she knew the rules.

Living the life of a vampire she had to be careful about how she killed so that she herself wasn’t killed. When it came to dealing with perfect strangers, as long as they weren’t human, a shifter, or a vegetarian, she had no problem being polite and friendly. Of course she could be polite if she had to be but for the most part she avoided the other three species as much as possible unless she was needing to hunt. Blood and gore was what made her smile.

It made her feel more alive than she had in a very long time. It was a remote sense of balance that allowed her to keep living, to keep under the radar for as long as she had. Although the days spilled into one another, as long as she got to kill, torture, maim or hurt someone she was relatively happy. Happier than most could only dream, at least in her mind.

She moved toward the Roman Theatre now, she could see someone before her. A man, a handsome man at that. She could see his dark hair before she had turned the corner that had allowed herself to become full in view to the man before her. He seemed familiar to her and she could not picture where that would have been. But then again she had met quite a number of interesting men in her long eternal life. But none caught her attention, in more than just a fling, someone to screw and throw away later.

The night air would have been brisk for a human, but for her, she felt nothing. She was what the humans would say dead inside, as she was only half of what she should be. The moon and it’s stars were hidden behind a cover of clouds, therefore they weren’t easily seen. With her vampiric vision she could see well enough. She had always been able to see quite a length of space before her, even as a human. Once she was turned that space doubled. The one thing the blonde vampire knew was that Aro’s guards were most likely around, they often did check the city’s perimters for things that were out of place, or vampires who were there but shouldn’t have been, just like she had dealt with it, many years before. She trusted Aro and his guards, as she had aligned herself with him. Although she was not a Volturi member she did trust them wholeheartedly, as the humans would say.

Walking closer to the vampire, she ran a hand through her hair, moving the strands of hair out of her eyes, carefully behind her ears. She knew how to defend herself if this went wrong, but somehow she knew it wouldn’t. Something about him was familiar and she could not understand how that could be possible. Taking an unneeded breath, she finally came to a stop before him. She knew she had to do something but the question was what. Instead her Irish accent came out before she had a chance to stop it. “Hello...” She said in greeting though she wondered how he would react to that.

[alexander james mason]

I wipe my brow,

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Alex had taken to his new life quite well. He had of course lived in Volterra for months now, having bought his castle over a year ago. He had decorated it the way he wanted in and moved in within six months. Of course humans take a lot longer than vampires to decorate and Alex just didn't have the patience for decorating, so he just had to bite his tongue and wait for the tantalizing humans to vacate. He had of course hidden himself well, he had posed behind another human to obtain the castle and allowed him to continue to act for him during the renovations.

This provided Alex with a great deal of fun, he had sometimes played with the renovators. Played his own sadistic games. Picking two or three off one by one. Making it akin to some horror movie. He would appear before them wearing a cape, the wind blowing it away from him and his face as pale as it was. His red eyes glowing. One of them had died of a heart attack. It was no fun when they just dropped dead. He had killed the other two and feasted on their lovely Mediterranean blood. Their fear was his delight. The remaining workers had even started a story that there was some blood thirsty ghost that roamed the castle. How Alex had laughed!

The most major change in Alex's life was the tolerance of other vampires and some humans that worked for the volturi. But being the civilized vampire he was he had adapted well. However he was still wary of women. He often spoke to them in less than a polite manor. Only those really close to Aro received the Mason charm.

He was angry at himself that he had seen the blonde woman in his vision. The though of someone approaching him unannounced was strange. Only the brave do so. He frowned and pushed his hair back again. Straightening his suit, he grinned as he seen a cigar in his pocket. He pulled it out slowly and gave it a slight sniff. It was a good one. It should be as he had spent £1000 on three of them! He was about to light the cigar when he heard slight movement. Turning around he narrowed his eyes. "Hello"

"Hello? Who are you and what brings you here?" Alex's voice was peppered with suspicion. This was the girl from his vision. All sorts of questions were running through his head. how? why? He was unsure how to proceed. He knew that if there was any trouble he could hold his own. But as a little bonus the volturi guards would step in. Alex tried to sound as cool as possible and of course it came effortlessly to him. Inside was a different matter. None of his visions of the future had happened so quickly and he had never personally experienced one for himself. The thought of him knocked him off kilter.

OUTFIT!

[Katherine O'Riley]

Having lived in Volterra off and on since the early 1900’s she was quite used to things as it were. Solitude had it’s purpose. She did what she had to do during the day to blend in so to speak. At night it was something else altogether. Killing had served it’s purpose, not just because it was her way of survival, but it was also a stress reliever. She knew the best way to blend in. Her home was decorated the way it had been several centuries ago. But more modernized. Her home had a view, of the Volturi castle, how she had managed that, she did not know. She had been loyal to the Volturi over the years. Doing everything she could to stay within the rules. Rules in which she had learned successfully on her own. Patience was the very thing she had struggled the most with. And to make sure that the humans never knew what exactly it was that she had become. Of course her red eyes had been a feature in which she had been unable to completely hide but she enjoyed the color in them. It was her true self. The only thing that made her somewhat different than most others.

Her own home had been decorated in a matter of days as opposed to most who could get it done in weeks. Still there were often times where she felt herself willing to bring a human or two home with her, for what the humans called...a night time snack, but thought against it in case someone said something stupid, not that it would’ve mattered as if it werea human who squeeled on her, she’d have sucked the life right out of them. Now if it would have been a vampire, well that would be a different story, because it would depend who the vampire was and if they were connected to anyone, like the Volturi for that matter. As she did not want to die yet.

Killling was all a game to her, she had learned to pick and choose her victims, not just by age, or whether it was a male or female. Sometimes they could be dying already, and sometimes they were as healthy as a horse. She liked to make a game out of it. To see who could escape her grasp and who could not. Those who were able to escape, would never reveal anything because they were too scared out of their minds, of worrying that she’d come back to kill them. And for those who couldn’t escape....well she did like to play with her food. Perhaps there was a reason for why she liked to torture her victims before she consumed their blood. To her it just made it all the more fun instead of watching the humans just drop dead. The most thrilling part of it all was knowing her victims were absolutely terrified as she ripped them apart with her own teeth. Yes, draining their blood sometimes was not enough. She didn’t dare let an ounce be wasted. Blood was something she enjoyed...even when she had been human, to know that she had taken the life of someone else was absolutely thrilling. It was as though it spoke to her, even when she had been human, like it was meant to be. Civilized or not, she was willing to give almost anything a chance. Biting her tounge, around humans was not the easiest thing to do, of course, but she had done it simply because it was safer that way. She really didn’t want her head on a chopping block, given she had lived this long without...being threatened for death. She knew it was difficult if not impossible to be in the kind of situation she found herself in.

As ruthless as she was, she did know how to behave like a proper lady should. Her attire usually reflected that. Her hair was down for once, curled up around her face, it’s curls now behind her ears, trying to keep the hair from blowing in her face. Today’s attire made her look professional, all in her light colored suit, the suit accentuated everywhere it should. It was something most women of this time wore. Granted she still kept many of the clothing from her time, albeit neatly preserved. It was funny how just being in his presence made her think of Ireland....perhaps that was where she met him? She remembered going to this bar, when she had travelled to Limerick...and that was the only time when she had gone to any bar in Ireland had been around the time she had been turned. She was only twenty one at the time, and didn’t know anyone there. Now the man’s face before her, reminded her of the man she had bumped into at the bar. Why she suddenly remembered this, made her slightly on edge. The guy hadn’t exactly been a friendly type of guy to her recollection and yet something about him stood out to her. Seeing him before her now, made her wonder who she pissed off to have this happen. She had very expensive tastes so naturally, what she was wearing cost a pretty penny. A small grin had been on her face moments before their eyes met and that was when the smile vanished.

She had felt him watch her, when he had narrowed his eyes and hers had unknowingly done the same. She didn’t need somone to protect her as she could take care of herself. She also knew that the two of them weren’t alone, the Volturi guard would be watching. They always did, especially lately. Still, looking at him, he was handsome to be sure. She knew she had to say something, even if it was just to appologize. Her words effortlessly came out of her mouth before she had a chance to think things through. “Sorry I don’t mean to interrupt. I’m Katherine. What’s your name? I know this is all strange to you, as it is for me too. It’s just that you—you just you looked so familiar as though I have seen you somewhere before....but I can’t place where except, except perhaps in Ireland.....in Limerick. Have you ever been there? As far as to what brings me here, I suppose it’s safe to say I live in the area. Have for many years.” Her voice sounded more confident than she felt at the given moment, though there was a twinge of suspicion that was laced right along with it. The way he looked, it reminded her so much of her time in Limerick that if she had been human, she was sure goosebumps would have been raised on her arms....just because of how eerie it was to meet up with someone like that. Someone she hadn’t seen in centuries, though she could not remember his name.

[alexander james mason]

What worried Alex the most was that he knew her from somewhere. He had seen her and he was sure he had spoken to her before. But why could he not remember her dam name? It was true his age was getting to him. He was sure that if he spoke to her his memory would jog and he would know who she was. But there was just something inside him that was panicking. He had never reacted like this to someone before. Perhaps he had done something he regretted and this was why he was acting in such a way? This was his inner turmoil. He was so calm and collected on the outside but inside was a different matter. This was always how Alex was. His expressions were always that of someone cool and calm. It was like his expressions never fully made it to his face. They only stayed on the inside.

He looked her over slightly. She was a beautiful specimen. Perhaps this was what made him uncomfortable? Her long blonde curly hair was beautiful in the dull night. She looked almost like an angel. An angel of death. He watched her carefully with his own blood red eyes. Drinking in every inch of her, he was still completely stumped as to where he had seen her before. It was strange, as Alex had such a great memory. He could tell you every word from almost every book back in his castle. But he couldn't remember the dam woman's name. She unnerved him slightly. He knew that she was no ordinary vampire. He could sense it. But he was not afraid. Alexander James Mason was afraid of nothing. She strangely reminded him of his whore... Perhaps it was her beauty? This also made Alex more wary of her. He knew what beautiful women were like. They drew you in and spat you out.

“Sorry I don’t mean to interrupt. I’m Katherine. What’s your name? I know this is all strange to you, as it is for me too. It’s just that you—you just you looked so familiar as though I have seen you somewhere before....but I can’t place where except, except perhaps in Ireland.....in Limerick. Have you ever been there? As far as to what brings me here, I suppose it’s safe to say I live in the area. Have for many years." He felt his eyes widen slightly and he quickly before she could notice adjusted himself so he looked his usual calm self. Her voice. Of course he knew her. Kathrine. Fuck He knew where he had seen her before.

He played the night back to himself. He had been quite a young vampire. He had made his way through Europe and found himself in Ireland. Limerick to be exact. He had stumbled into a bar to find himself some juicy human for the night. He had been particularly favoring women. Have some sex and then kill them when he was satisfied. It was partly a way to get back at his whore. He had found himself speaking to a blonde haired vampire named Katherine. He knew exactly why he had been unnerved now. He had treated her badly, kissed her and then left with a human. It hadn't exactly went well.

Snapping himself out of his little flash back he licked his lips and looked to her. "I'm Alexander." He raised his eyebrow at her and slowly pushed a hand through his hair. "Yes, once when I was very young vampire. We have met before. Many years ago." He said smoothly. His voice was still edgy. He was finding it hard to be polite to females. He knew her and he had kissed her but it still didn't stop him from being horrible.

[Katherine O'Riley]

The things that ran through her mind were quite troubling to say the least. In her thirty one hundred years of life, nothing had stumped her the way that he did. It was a bit irritating to be honest. She did not know his name, but knew she had seen him and dealt with him from somewhere. It was getting old not remembering things. As she usually had a perfectly good memory. She was not in a panic as she knew she could handle whatever someone threw at her, no matter if they were a vampire or not. She had to be strong, no matter what. The thing was she felt something there between the two of them and she could not explain the feeling if she had to put it into words as it was very complicated. As complicated as it was, she felt like she had to be on guard as she did not know what he would do. Men were tricky creatures whether human or otherwise.

She remmbered who he was, as far as appearances were, he was captivating to be honest. On the outside she was as calm, cool and confident as she had always been. On the inside she was wondering why he was so familiar to her. Her face was like a mask as to what she was really feeling at the moment as she had learned to keep what she was feeling to herself for obvious reason. It was sort of her only shield to protect herself from whatever were to occur. She could feel it when he looked her over, and his eyes on her would have sent chills down her spine if she were still human, but alas she was not. She knew most humans suspected she was some sort of angel sent from heaven, when in reality if she was an angel it would be the Angel of Death. The truth was she was not an ordinary vampire by far. She had a gift, although she did not use it often. She had no need to when she could easily get what she wanted most of the time. Her beauty often drew her victims to her, with ease.

Normally her memory worked like a charm, she could tell you every word of every book she had ever read, every name of everyone she had ever met. She could tell you anything you wanted to know, without a problem, but when it came to him and that name, she could not tell you. The fact of the matter was where in most situations she might feel slightly unnerved but not now. She could handle herself. He reminded her of the last guy she had dealt with, granted his death was quite fun to remember. She enjoyed her kills, they were all but a game to her. Making her victims terrified was quite thrilling. Making them literally beg for death was all too important in her little game. She was never the kind of woman to draw someone close and spit them back out unless they truly deserved it. And so far he had not even if he had done unspeakable things in the past.

Although she did not see him react to what she had said it was quite remarkable, to be standing before him now. Back in Limerick, was where they had met. Of course he had been quite a player if she could recall correctly. She had not been a vampire very long on that particular night. She had just fed so she had gone to the bar to relax like any twenty one year old would. But that particular night had not been a pleasant one. She had not been in the bar very long when this man approached her. He had a head of dark hair and had appeared at least ten years older than herself though it hadn’t mattered a bit. He had been quite attractive. He’d kissed her and left her by herself while he left with a human female. It was quite annoying really, and she could have smacked him but instincts had told her not to interfere with another’s kill so to speak. Snapping herself out of that train of thought she was brought back to reality. He was still as handsome as ever. “I knew it. I knew it. I knew that’s where I knew you. You’re a pig. You know that. We were in Limerick many centuries ago. You kissed me and then you went off with your whore for the night. I remember it well. Something I haven’t forgotten.” She said as she stepped closer and before she realized what she had done, she had raised her hand and hit him. Afterwords she had stepped back slightly, realizing only then what she had done. "You deserved that, and you know it." She said knowing he'd try something, he didn't seem the kind to just take it and not do anything.

[alexander james mason]

Alex wondered when she was going to click and remember about that night. To be honest he was just like every young male, it just happened. She was captivating but she was too difficult to deal with. She would have never came home with him and to top it off she had nothing for him to drink. Sure what he had done was less than gentlemanly but at the time he didn't care. He would have liked to spend the night with the blonde woman but that wasn't what was destined to be. He knew that she had been upset when he had walked out with the human. He had thought to go back and find her later the next day but the thought had slipped his mind after he had spent the night with the red headed female.

She had been quite something, very.. agile. But what had entertained him most was how she begged for mercy when he bit into her throat. Her warm blood spilling into his mouth. She had been very tasty. He hadn't drunk it all though, he had let her writhe in pain as his venom steeped through her. Before cutting off her head and lapping up the rest of her blood. Her screams and pleads had been the biggest turn on but sadly she was finished far too quick. He had never passed another thought to the blonde after that. He had continued to hop between cities enjoying himself.

Know her before him he knew that he was in for something. Whether she was going to scream or fight he was prepared either way. He never moved his eyes from her. The way she fitted into her clothes perfectly. It was like he was a young male again lusting over the hottest girl in his village. But of course Alex did not approach the women. He just stood and admired. Although Alex did have the confidence, he always thought they were beneath him and not worth his time. He had little time for a lot of things and rarely wasted time.

“I knew it. I knew it. I knew that’s where I knew you. You’re a pig. You know that. We were in Limerick many centuries ago. You kissed me and then you went off with your whore for the night. I remember it well. Something I haven’t forgotten.” He smirked softly, trying his best not to laugh. She had clicked and she was mad. He wanted to laugh, he wanted to see how mad he could get her. It was just the sadistic streak in him. He was taken aback by her next actions. Her hand contacted with his cheek, a loud crack filled the air.

He glared at her, his bright red eyes glowing with anger. He saw her take a step back. "You deserved that, and you know it." Faster than she could see he grabbed her and pinned her to his body. Both hands huddled in his chest, restrained so she was unable to hit him anymore. "Perhaps I did deserve that." He hissed and stared down at her his red eyes still burning with anger. It did not hurt, he was unable to be hurt. But he was still angry. What she had done was unacceptable. But he was not going to hit her back. That just wasnt his style. He kept her pinned so she was unable to move. Tipping her head back slightly he glared at her. "You have been very bad." he growled.

He knew the volturi guards were watching, ever since she had raised her hand and stuck him they had shifted so they were close enough to attack if Alex needed them. However there would be no fighting here. He knew she was not going to like being pinned to him unable to move and at his mercy but he wouldn't do anything to harm her. And she was unable to harm him. He continued to look down at her, a wicked grin on his face.

[Katherine O'Riley]

Remembering it, was like a dream now. Of course that particular night she had been very annoyed. She had wanted to kill him, simple as that, but there wasn’t time for that. After the incident in general she had gone on a killing spree, killing four families within a few hours time, not because she wanted the blood to nourish herself with, but just out of anger and spite. Granted she did not feel bad for her victims as there were a few who were quite elderly and a few that were children themselves. She had thought about changing one or two of the children so she would have company but knew better than that. She’d never been the sire to someone else, yet. She always killed before that happened. When it came to the man that night the man who had eluded her and had gone off to be with his whore, she wouldn’t have minded a nightcap with him as the humans would say. Though it clearly wasn’t destined to be of course. Things had happened the way it did for a reason. Though she had tried to find the man, though her search proved to be exhausting, as he was no where to be seen.

She didn’t really have a name to go off of so it didn’t help. She had remembered the red headed human whom he had selected to leave her hanging for. She hoped the woman had a painful death. That particular night she had enjoyed killing two men at once. They figured they had it good when she had come out of the bar, appearing intoxicated, though how wrong they were. She killed the pair, although she had taken her time with the brothers. She let the younger of the two watch as she killed the older one, after making sure the younger one could not escape. Once both were dead she had not passed a thought of the man who had so rudely left. The most appetizing part was killing them in the way she had, she had decapitated some of her victims, though only after their blood had been drained. Once she had killed a police chief’s wife, and left it sitting on his chest when he woke up. Of course the police chief of course did not stand a chance as she slowly tortured the man until he begged for death. Which of course she gave it to him, hours after she had tortured him. She had loved the feel of him beneath her as she had drained him dry. Him trying to resist was quite fun. The struggle was even more intoxicating as she could feel his fear. His heart speeding up, she could hear it all as she killed him.

The fact of the matter was being in front of him right now, she felt like she had when she was young...when she was in her prime. When she had been looking for someone to share in her joy of maiming and killing someone, but alas that had never happened. Normally she did not approach men, at all....usually they approached her but with Alex it was something else altogether. She was drawn to him really. Like a moth to a flame. She watched him eyeing her before she was going to be pulled tightly into him. She did not know what he had in mind. But she could at least tell one specific thing. He was angry to say the least. Not that it surprised her but the strength in which she was now being held certainly did. Men were beneath her usually....and she did not seek out lovers for obvious reasons. She could feel his glare as he pinned her next to him. It was quite surprising, though she should have seen this coming. She could hear his hissing and it only made her smirk. He was angry. And with anger there was usually some underlying passion behind it. His red eyes were in a blaze, almost as though fire had entered them. “Yes, I suppose I have been very bad. Go ahead, if you’re going to kill me go ahead and do it. I know you want to. I can sense it. And if you don’t the guards will. I know they’re there.” She could hear his growl and her own growl came up. She couldn’t help it, her defensive side was coming out and she was willing to do anything and everything to stop him. If he wanted her dead he could. He could do anything to her at this very moment. She was not going to harm him, now. She had taken out her agression once, and that was enough. “I’m not afraid of you, Alex....I never was, never will be.” She told him with a hiss to her tone.

[alexander james mason]

He had to admit, pinning her to him was exciting and slightly arousing. He wanted her to squirm and thrash about. Demand to be let go. But something inside him told him she was not like that. The thrill of the resistance was quite flat in this one. She was basically standing there, her neck showing accepting her death. This was a strange concept to him. He knew he was strong and she had no chance of escape but he thought at least she would give it a shot to try and wriggle free of him. He held her tight to him and just observed her. It was like time had slowed down slightly as he drunk in her features. Her pale, cold skin and the beautiful bouncing curly blonde hair. He was attracted to her, that was clear. Anyone in the right mind would be. She was quite something. He had seen many women in his time and he had only came across a few of this beauty.

Vampire women were of course beautiful but there were still some on a higher level than most others. Although Alex refused to be near vampire women he had still seen them from afar. He would never give them the time of day or help them if they needed it. Alex just did not like women full stop. His mother and whore were a testimony to that. Their example had cleared Alex off of women for his entire life. He could never love a woman the way a woman wanted to be loved. Well at least he thought he couldn't. Although the vixen he currently held in his arms did stir something within him. Something he would never admit, not even to himself. He passed it off as excitement of the hunt.

He was never going to hurt her. That had never even crossed his mind. He just wanted to scare her and get some sort of rise from her. Perhaps softly nip her neck with his teeth but nothing extreme. He would not even allow the guards to hurt her. As much as he was thankful for their protection. She was not someone he needed protecting from. It was clear from how helpless she was in his arms. She would never be able to properly hurt him.

“Yes, I suppose I have been very bad. Go ahead, if you’re going to kill me go ahead and do it. I know you want to. I can sense it. And if you don’t the guards will. I know they’re there.” Alex moved his head to her throat and gently grazed his teeth on the skin before chuckling softly. "As much as it would please me to hit you back, I'm not going to hurt you." He straightened up from her and looked into her eyes. Hers too were blazing. He smirked to himself. “I’m not afraid of you, Alex....I never was, never will be.” He raised his eyebrows at her. "Perhaps you are foolish then. You should be scared. But not in this situation." He lent her back a little so she could look at his face.

"I am not going to hurt you, neither are the guards. Although I did deserve what you dished out to me. It was a little overdue, don't you think?" He was his calm and collected self once more.

[Katherine O'Riley]

She had been around for more than a thousand years, it was going to take more than just a man holding her to him, intent on some kind of torture, to scare her into wriggling like a defenselss girl. She was not defenseless. Sure she could not hit him at that particular moment but she didn’t want to. Once was more than enough. Resisting him would be something most women would do, but she was not most women. No. She was a fighter and wasn’t going to squirm like some delectable human might. She was going to accept whatever happened without resistance...until it was time. She was quite cunning in that regard. She could keep her thoughts to herself biding her time until the last petal of a flower fell. She was biding her time until the very last possible moment to try and wriggle free, but she knew she was tempting him. She could see it, in the way he reacted towards her.

By now she would have been dead or tortured, but no. He didn’t do any of that. No he just held her there, it was like he was observing her reactions. Time had come to an almost stop as it was like everything around her was speeding past her, everything but the two of them. There were no words to describe this particular moment. She could fight of course but she would lose. She had drunk in his features by now, his dark brown locks, and his face...that appealing face of his. If she was a teenager or as young as she used to be, his appearance might have been enough to sway her to do anything he had wanted of her. Being this close to him was slightly arousing.

She could not deny that, no matter how hard she hoped she could. His pale, cold skin and the alluring way he held her close, all was showing her that despite her resistance, she was growing to be very attracted to him. Attraction like this was sure to be troublesome to say the least. He was something else altogether and no matter what she said or did, she was sure he’d know—that he could see she was as attracted to him as he had made it obvious that he was attracted to her. The question was what was she suposed to do about it? Anyone in their right mind would be attracted to him. There were very few men that she had ever found herself attracted to, so this was a first. She had dealt with many men in her long life but never had she found one that was as intoxicatingly handsome as this one was.

Of course no matter how handsome a man was, she did not hold herself to the point of being seduced by one. She had killed far too many to think that there was still some good on the inside. Her cold shell of skin was just the top layer to many cold internal layers. Her nonbeating heart, would have been racing had it actually been working with Alex holding her as close to him as he was. Most days she was not close to men, not like this and if she was, she was in the process of torturing one to death. She did not like men mostly. They were cruel and heartless by nature. She never gave one the time of day before. The only reason she had come to deal with Alexander was because he was too familiar and her curiousity had gotten the better of her. Yet if it had been someone else she would have regretted approaching him by now, but because it was Alexander she did not. Of course he was stirring something up inside of her, something she had thought was long since dead. It was something she would never cop to, not even to herself. As excited as he made her feel, she had to be mindful of the fact that she had just slapped the man. As extreme as it was, she felt at ease being right there. Foolish as though it might have been, she knew he wasn’t about to hurt her even if she might have deserved it in retaliation for what she had done. She could not properly hurt him in the position she was now in.

She could feel his teeth grazing across her neck but then he pulled his teeth away. She could hear the chuckling from the other vampire and a smirk appeared on her lips. “Well that’s new. Most men would not have just taken that. No matter if they deserved it or not.” A grin appeared on her face as she was growing more confident by the moment. “I’m not scared, Alexander. You know why? Because I know you don’t have it in you to hurt me. Even if I do deserve retaliation, you’ll just find other ways of making sure I get it. I know you.” She said as she could see his face. Her eyes scanned his, her temper slowly fading until she returned to her calm state of being. “Over due, perhaps, but due nevertheless. Once was enough as I think you’ve learned your lesson.” She was almost teasing him at this particular moment as she waited for him to make his next move, whatever that might be.

[alexander james mason]

Alex had never been intimate with a female vampire before, he had never even as much as been about ten paces from one. When it came to intimacy they were the last thing he went for. It was just something he had never been drawn to. The appeal of an immortal woman had never attracted him, even from the start. He had always hid in his past experiences of woman and would never allow one to get close to him, he knew what women were like. They were manipulative and played with your heart. They would tell you anything to make you fall for them and then rip you apart. Alex knew from first hand experience and he would never be so stupid to allow it again. Even when he was a human he had always been wary of women. He had no love. He was unable to love. It was just something he was brought up into. To care was weakness. Well in his eyes anyway. He cared for his mother a few times and what did that get him? A beating, some broken bones and a lot of spilled blood. After the first few times he knew it was not worth it. He would let he take her own beating and stay out of it. Sure she gave him life but that was all she gave him.

His mind turned back to his first encounter with the whore. He had been in the bar he was working in, and she had come in to get a drink for her master. She had been a serving girl at a local house. She had fawned over him. All eyelashes and long dark brown hair. Curls, just like Katherine. She had tried to chat him up but he didn't have any of it. He laughed harshly at her and turned away. Of course she had been scorned in a bar full of the towns males and did not like that. She just kept coming back for more. Kept trying to woo him. Alex had very little interest for her at the start. But the familiarity of her grew on him and he agreed to take her on a date. She had worked her way into his life and did all she could to ensnare him in her evil lies. Alex had been a weak human male and fell for her. He had never anticipated to have loved her so much. He had had to marry her though as he was caught in sin with her by his boss. He had been given the ultimatum to marry her or lose his job. But of course he had lent towards marriage, he hasn't quite formulated it properly in his own mind. But this had given him the push.

When he had found her with his brother, his whole world fell apart. He knew what it felt to be tortured physically but never emotionally. It sucked the life from him. It hurt more than any physical pain he had ever experienced before. It had broke him essentially. He had changed In so many ways for the whore. He had become a better, kinder person and actually showed a soft side. Not just to her but to everyone. She was the reason Alex was the way he was today. From then on he was more frightened to ever experience that sort of pain. But his fear had transformed to hatred and anger. He had vowed never to let anyone come close to him like that again. He would never feel that emotional torture again. That's why he chose human females. He had the power over them. He captivated them with his charm and seduced them before brutally murdering them. He seen it as payback, sadistic payback.

Alex was wary of the feelings that Katherine was pulling up in him. Sure he was attracted to her, but there was something more there. In his own way he was frightened of it. Frightened of the hurt that would follow. But he would never admit or show fear. He did not fear. He would keep telling himself that.

"Well that’s new. Most men would not have just taken that. No matter if they deserved it or not." His eyes still trained her carefully, he smirked slightly. He still held the power here and that's what he liked most. Part of him was begging that she would start squirming. It would just make it all the more exciting. " you could say I am not like most men" he shrugged slightly, his arms sliding up her back as he did so and then back down again.

"I’m not scared, Alexander. You know why? Because I know you don’t have it in you to hurt me. Even if I do deserve retaliation, you’ll just find other ways of making sure I get it. I know you.” Alex was intrigued by what she was saying. He did have it in him to hurt her, but he didnt want to hurt her. Sure she had hit him but what was the point in hitting her back? It wasn't like she was going to do it again. If she did hit him again he would have to retaliate in some way. But he doubted she would do it again. He was amused that she wasn't scared of him. "hmm, you still should be scared though. I would hurt you but I know you aren't going to hit me again so why should I hurt you? Perhaps I will find another way of punishing you" he smirked to himself.

"Over due, perhaps, but due nevertheless. Once was enough as I think you’ve learned your lesson.” he raised an eyebrow again and chuckled darkly. " I am glad you have decided that" he said sarcastically. Truth be told he did not know what to do with her now. He wanted to taunt her a bit more, maybe see how far he could push her. "so... Did you enjoy our little encounter back then? How was it for you?" he was grinning now, eyes flashing mischievously.

[Katherine O'Riley]

She had never been alone with a male vampire, not like this. Not so intimately. She never even once let the thought cross her mind. It was kill or be killed in most circumstances. She was never drawn to men for intimacy, no...torture and killing perhaps, but never intimacy. Her past experiances had taught her not to get too close to the males. She had never allowed one to get close to her, for obvious reasons. Most times when she dealt with men she had them pinned like she was being pinned now, only she was torturing them. Making them beg for death. She knew what men could be like, alright. They were tricksters. Heartbreakers. They were manipulative and cruel, playing with one’s heart like that. Not to mention how they cheated on who they were supposed to be with. She knew from firsthand experiance never to trust a male, that it would always end badly. She would not allow herself to ever fall for someone, and risk getting hurt again. She couldn't let that happen.

She’d lost her first love when he had been an idiot to cheat on her, yes she was human, but she had enjoyed taking his life, the way he had broken her heart. Most times she killed males over females because it was more exciting to do so though she didn’t have a preference, as she would kill anyone who got in her way. Although she didn’t have the best upbringing, her mother had ignored her for the most part and her father treated her like she didn’t exist because he had wanted to make his wife happy. There was preferrential treatment in the house as she could see it. Some would think she would resent her sisters for having all the treatment they got, how spoiled they were....but she did not resent them. They were just children too. But her parents she resented for it, and hadn’t cared a bit when they had died. Because of the treatment that she had recieved when she was young, before she was turned she was wary of women and men alike. That was in part why she was so isolated once her sisters and their husbands were killed. Some would say that she was incapable of love.

The appeal of both mortal and immortal men, were not attractive to her, nothing like this had ever happened before. She knew how to avoid the temptations that men often could bring about. She never found herself in the arms of a man before, not even in a situation similar to this. She’d attacked them, vampire and otherwise, but most vampires, with the exception of Alexander had attacked instantly. It was quite fun. Suffice it to say in her long existance, she had never once thought she needed or wanted someone by her side. After what she had seen her parents do to her, her ideals of what love were, were scattered to the wind. The only sort of love she had seen was from the brief time she and her sisters had stayed with family friends, an old couple. They had been so in love, and she never had seen them after she and her sisters left their care. She had known they died of natural causes, as she had attended their funeral. Still aside from that, she had not personally known what love was nor did she care. It wasn’t worth it to know, in the long run. People in love were weak and weakness was what caused death in the end. So it was better to be alone and strong than with someone and weak.

Her mind had gone back to the first night she had been turned. Her sire had brought in a lovely snack. A young man, just on the verge of eighteen years old. She could recall it all. At first he was interested in her for one thing and one thing only. She played games with him, played the role of the interested unknowing woman. But after a few meetings, he had tried to chat her up, and that had not ended well. The two began to argue, and one night she had had enough. He had fallen in love with her, and she knew it. And she used it to her advantage. Her sire had left not long after bringing the young man to her, so she was unsure of how to react. Resisting the blood lust wasn’t easy, and she fed from him once a day...she told him it was all a part of the game and he understood. She’d bitten him from his wrist so that she could cover the wound before it all was leaked out.

After a few weeks, he had tried to get her to marry him. It was not going to work and she knew it. A vampire and a human would never work. And one night, she had finally had enough. He had been down on one knee proposing to her, and she had a knife behind her back. She couldn’t take it anymore. It was all becoming a little too much. Slicing his wrist again, she had made sure this time she drained him until there was no breath left. He was dead. She disposed of him in the middle of a wooded area where no one went to. And from there she had started taking victims, keeping there at the warehouse where she had been changed. Little by little she had come to regain control over it. From there, she had begun to understand her strength and killing was as natural as breathing was to humans. She never once recalled the names of her victims. There were far too many to count. The familiar scenery of the warehouse, and the shrilling cries of the victims sent to their deaths were electrifying. Despite the time, despite the rules she had done alright.

In the century she grew up in, women had very little rights. It was either do what you’re told or your as good as dead. She understood all that, which was why she did her hunts at night. Although as a human she had been weak, in doing all that was asked of her, but she had never been one to stick to one thing for long. Becoming a vampire had allowed her to stretch her wings so to speak, and to become who she was always meant to become. Did it mean she liked being a vampire? Initially no, but over time it grew on her. By then though it was all too late. She had been given an ultimatium once. And only once.

The man in question, was powerful and ruthless. He had seen her out at the market, though he was shopping for food, she had been looking for her next meal. That particular day, he had decided he had to have her as his own. She had not wanted to be close to him, that night he had attacked, not in a typical fashion of course. He had a knife on him, and raised it to her throat. She was a newborn, and her strength had not completely come to life, as he attempted to force her into marriage. As pathetic as that was, he just kept coming back for more. Of his close friends, she had taken the liberty to kill each and every one of them, slowly, saving the man who had wanted to marry her for last so he could see what was coming. It was quite thrilling. He had been so terrified and she had enjoyed the fear. It was what she lived off of when she was hunting. She had not loved him so she had not a shred of remorse when she had killed him. The only one she had ever loved, had been the one she had killed before her turning, he had been the only one she had ever felt a shred of a feeling of....and yet that had all been a tease. A torturous tease in which she could not escape. Even now, despite the fact that he was dead, after so many centuries the torture continued. It was one reason why she had no will power against men. She did not get close to them as she had been broken from the inside out. It was why she had gone from a kindhearted woman to someone who was ruthless, that wouldn’t hesitate to kill upon sight. Still she was civilized in her own actions. She never did something without there being some sort of reason for it. She had changed because of Aiden, because of her killing him, and of what he had once meant to her. It was amazing just how different she had become, all because of him and him alone. She promised herself that she would never again feel the pain—the agony of a lost love. It was then and there that she had swore to herself, to if there was some kind of a God, that she would never again feel that emotional tortureous roller coaster again. And she hadn’t....until now.

It was why she stuck to humans when she needed to release wahtever emotion she held at the time, whether it was happiness or sadness. She killed for it. She had been able to captivate men, lure them to her, as the humans would say, a Siren would do. She had power over them, the humans, when she had no power amongst her own kind. Seduction did play it’s part when she brutally killed them. As sadistic though it were, it was in her own mind, a payback. Payback for all the hell men had put her through....and she had always felt like that. It was as though she was a ticking time bomb waiting to explode on most occassions. In a sixth sense sort of way, she was wary of the feelings that Alexander was pulling inside of her. It was a feeling she had never known before.

If she had a beating heart, it would be racing at the moment of that she was sure. In a certain extent she was scared of what it all could mean? Was she falling for him? Was that even possible? She did not let her own emotions get the best of her. She kept telling herself that there was nothing to fear in this particular moment. Her eyes were still on his, though she was anticipating when to make her first move. Although she was not terrified, in the least, she knew she had to play the role she was about to play carefully. She began to squirm a little bit, trying to get free if nothing else. Not because she was afraid but because she didn’t like to be trapped like this. “That’s true, you’re not. I can see that.” She spoke as she felt him sliding his arms up her back, and then they moved back down, still she was enclosed in his arms. A fact she wasn't overly happy about.

She knew she was playing the role perfecly as she started to struggle a bit more, as she spoke to him. “Being scared is one thing I’m not. When you have lived as long as I have, you don’t scare easily. I’ve seen kingdoms rise and fall. There is nothing that I’m truly scared of. I’ve already faced my worst fear, and lived through it, so there’s no point.” Her worst fear was played out when her sisters and their husbands were killed. That she would be left forever alone. She was living proof about it. She knew he was smirking about this whole thing but she found it quite interesting. This whole concept of being around him was interesting to say the least. She rolled her eyes when he spoke about decided that, in the same sarcastic tone most men liked to use. It got old and fast. Hearing his dark chuckle only made her want to get out of his grasp and fast. She continued to squirm, playing the innocent act as much as she could. “Truth be told, I’ve had better.” She told him simply as she stopped struggling momentarily to look at him. The grin he gave only made her want to struggle to be free even more. His eyes gave her a haunted feeling, as he was certainly being mischevious today.

[alexander james mason]

Alex was nothing like other males. He was far too complicated a soul to be worked out. It was like he had a split personality disorder. More so now than ever before. One minute he could be the most gentlemanly male ever. He could be polite and charming. But within seconds he could switch to a horrible, insulting twit. It really depended on his mood and who he was with. But at this very moment he wasn't sure who he was. He was trying so hard to be nasty and horrible but it was coming out as something completely different. He was getting his insults in but they weren't as sharp as they usually were. He was mostly taunting her, and just being mischievousness like a little boy. Of course he was no little boy, he was a fully fledged mad. Facial hair and all.

Sometimes he could be very infantile though. Partly because his childhood was non existent. He worked from the tender age of 6. It was just how it was living in a family of outcasts. They never had any money ever. There was plenty days when he and his brother went hungry. The only thing the money that he made fueled was his fathers liquor addiction. Sometimes he felt like telling his father that he would not go out to work anymore but he knew better than that. If he ever said a bad word against his father he would have a few broken bones and a lot of lost blood. He was wiser than that. He knew to keep to the status quo, to just do as he was told. Bide his time till he was able to leave. He would get his revenge someday on them. However he never did. His father killed his mother and then died himself. Alex wished in himself it was him that had finished off his father. But he was only human then, and his father was unnaturally strong even for a human. He knew he would never have stood a chance.It explained his love of playing games with his prey. He was just getting back the childhood he never had.

His grin turned into a fully fledged toothy smile as she began to squirm. That was more like it. He pressed closer to her, keeping her limbs firmly in place on his chest. It was almost like he had put her in a pair of cuffs, her hands would never be able to break free from his body cage. He chuckled wickedly and drunk in the sight of her squirming in his grasp. He gave her a little lee way, hoping that would cause her to think he was losing his grip on her. He wanted to give her a glimmer of hope, to think that she would actually get away. But of course he would grab her more firmly in due course.

“Being scared is one thing I’m not. When you have lived as long as I have, you don’t scare easily. I’ve seen kingdoms rise and fall. There is nothing that I’m truly scared of. I’ve already faced my worst fear, and lived through it, so there’s no point.” He narrowed his eyes slightly, not out of anger. "My dear, I am truly terrifying. How could you not be scared of me? I am many peoples worst fear." He chuckled darkly and opened his eyes again staring right into her own. She had a point about seeing kingdoms rise and fall, but that had never been scary to him. Alex had witnessed many human fights, in fact been part of a few just for the brutal fun of it. There was nothing more amusing that watching silly humans hack and murder each other for little reason.

Her continuous squirming amused him to no end. She really was a feisty one he would give her that much. He would even go as far to say that she was very much like him. Perhaps a female version of him. “Truth be told, I’ve had better.” He tilted his head back slightly and laughed. Of course she had went for the feelings. But sadly he had none. He knew that he was great at everything he done so he did not need reassurances from anyone. "You must be defective then, the little red enjoyed me very much. In fact.. she said I was to die for." His eyes still glinted mischievously, he couldn't help but continue to laugh gently. He was very much enjoying himself.

[Katherine O'Riley]

The truth was she was not like other females. Not in the least. She knew how to entice her prey much like Alex had. Some would say that she had a bit of a personality disorder, because not a single soul had truly seen her be weak, save for her sisters, but that had only been when she was human. When she believed there was nothing else out there, but humans. It was one of those things she had opened her eyes to, when she was a small child. Even as a young woman, she had a beauty about her that her sisters did not. That in part was something to do with why her mother made her the outcast. In a way, it had never changed. She was very much still the outcast even among vampires. Her loyalty was the one thing that one had to earn, save for the Volturi. That was the only difference.

He was alot like what she had remembered him being. He could be charismatic and charming, but in a twisted sense he could also be insulting and cruel, much like herself. It really depended on the mood of the situation. At this very moment she was as drawn to him as a moth to a flame, and there was nothing she could do about it. This time it was different than their first encounter. It was as though no time had passed and they were both back to that young and albeit somwhat mischevious selves. She was not a little girl anymore. She was a grown woman with a need to kill.

She had moved past her childhood much like the way the seasons had changed from one to the other. When her sisters died, she had nothing to live for, not in the way most humans did. They were her rock, her best friends so even when times were tough, when they ran away from home, they had always been together. And in a sense they always would be. She always knew that a piece of them was always with her, guiding her, and giving her the moral compass she probably needed on a lot of days. She had not killed her mother and father, though she did take great pleasure in killing those responsible for said destruction. She knew what role she had to play and was going to act it out. Even if it meant swallowing her pride in order to do it. She had loved playing with her prey, it was why she had tortured them first, make them think they had a chance of survivial and then slowly kill them.

She could see his toothy smile as she was pressed even closer to his chest, her arms on top of it. She was as the humans would say cuffed to the man, just in the way he was holding her close to him. She knew that as long as he wanted her in close proximity that she would never be free, but that didn’t mean she would not try when the time came. Though when he gave her a little leeway into moving about, she took it. She continued to squirm like any woman in this situatin might. She knew that he wouldn’t let her get away that easy. This was all a game to him after all. Because if she thought about it from her own perspective, it would be exactly what she would do with her prey, something she had done before. Let them think they had chance of escape, and when they made their move reel them back in. Giving a sense of false hope when it came to escaping, scared them even more than being trapped did. And that of course was something she did very well.

She knew he would grab her more firmly should she attempt to escape his grasp now, which she had in effect tried. Part of her liked the idea of being held against her will as no other man had been able to successfully do it. Not without being beheaded soon after. “Please. I’ve seen worse. You may think you’re truly terrifying simply because you have me pinned with no chance of escape but I’ve killed thousands, upon thousands of souls. You can believe what you want about being people’s worst fear. I’ve lived far too long to be truly afraid of anyone. No matter how sadistic they try to be.” Her tone was as dark as his was, and a simple chuckle escaped her lips. Her chuckles were growing darker, as she could play this one of two ways, be an innocent girl, or be the monster the humans had learned to fear. In Ireland there was many stories about her and the bloody path she left behind in her wake. Of course they made up a name, one she was not going to elaborate on if asked. When their eyes connected, it was something that had not been remotely done before. Looking into his eyes, she almost got lost in them. She had witnessed many deaths herself pitiful humans killing eachother all for the name and power that was surely theirs should they win.

Continuing to squirm was something she actually didn’t mind doing. It gave her a little bit of wiggle room and she had enjoyed that, though her face was a mask. If he could read her mind he’d know the truth of it all. The one thing she had seemed to see was that the two of them were too much alike for their own good. She knew she would not get a rise out of him simply by saying she’d had better, because it was in fact the truth. “I am not defective, but perhaps you had lost your touch. After all we are both vampires. It’s different when you’re trying to seduce your prey, and that prey being human. There is nothing, noone worth dying for. Not even you are worth that.” She stated, her Irish accent growing stronger, showing of course that she was much older than she appeared. Truth was she only looked twenty one, when she was so much older than that. There was a mischevious glint in her eye, one that only showed when she was enjoying herself. She enjoyed this kind of thing. Fighting for freedom was just as amusing to her as fighting to destroy was. And truth be told there were worse men she could be forced to be next to. Worse not only in looks but in personality as well.

[alexander james mason]

Her squirming was driving him crazy. In a way almost thirsty, but more aroused than anything. Sure human females could put up a fight like this but there was more to it than just a fight. He knew that she had more in her. She wouldn't give up and he liked that. As much as he had avoided female vampires this little taster was pushing him towards them. He obviously couldn't kill them but to satisfy other... needs. It seemed like it would be worth trying. Sure he got action, but nothing that made him want more. But there was only so much you could take from a human before breaking them. Sadly Alex always broke them. But he knew he could never break a vampire. There was obviously a lot of potential partners out there but he was draw to Katherine due to their activities tonight. He was a handsome devil and he knew himself he had the looks. He had always had the looks. And she definitely had the looks. So he didn't see why not. Of course she had to be willing. Alex was sadistic but he was not that sadistic. All his partners were willing partners. Silly humans under his charming spell, but it still counted.

“Please. I’ve seen worse. You may think you’re truly terrifying simply because you have me pinned with no chance of escape but I’ve killed thousands, upon thousands of souls. You can believe what you want about being people’s worst fear. I’ve lived far too long to be truly afraid of anyone. No matter how sadistic they try to be.” He raised an eyebrow. She seemed almost angry. That just encouraged him more. Quickly before she could even react he spun her round, grabbing hold of both wrists he pinned her again this time with her back to his chest. "Lets take a seat shall we?" He sat down on the grass and pulled her with him, landing in his lap with barely a sound. He was quite happy what he had just done. "Now Katherine. I know how much of a brutal killer you are. But I doubt you have seen worse than me. In fact you have not even seen me at my fullest potential. I do not rate myself on how terrifying I am just because I have you bound to me with no chance of escape." He pulled her back so her head rested on his shoulder. Her long blonde hair cascading down his back. Leaning his forehead against her cheek, he chuckled once more. "I'm just purely saying you should be frightened of me. Not because I am going to hurt you. As I have already promised I would not. But because I am such a terrible monster." He said it very calmly, almost like a psychiatric patient confessing to murder. He was calm but there was great menace in his voice.

"Now you can squirm all you like my lovely, but you are mine for now. Until I decide on your punishment" He removed his forehead from hers and looked back into her eyes. “I am not defective, but perhaps you had lost your touch. After all we are both vampires. It’s different when you’re trying to seduce your prey, and that prey being human. There is nothing, noone worth dying for. Not even you are worth that.” He chuckled once more at his harsh use of words coming from her lips. "I could never lose my touch. There is no touch, its nature to me." He shrugged so simply. "Women are all the same, you give them an inch and they go the extra mile for it." He smirked being very big headed about himself, as per. "But I think you forget how amazing it was. Perhaps I should remind you?" He smirked further, moving his teeth back to her neck. He placed a rough kiss over the top of where he had grazed her neck with his teeth.