Post by katia on Apr 8, 2009 23:03:33 GMT -5
Katia walked around the girl’s dormitories, a smirk across her face as she held a black flask. Inside it was anyone’s guess, moments before she had gone to her usual routine of visiting a girl name Rochelle, freshmen, loner and a cutter. About every one to two weeks Katia would visit her and collect the blood that dripped from her wrist, everyone now and then she took a few sips from her wrist, each time her visit ended Katia would verbally abuse the girl, calling her names and telling her she was worthless and a waste of skin and bones, after all she couldn’t have the girl being happy because if she were she would stop cutting and Katia would have to find a new source for human blood. Not to mention that Katia enjoyed the blood when it was mixed with fear, misery and rage which were all contained on the human freshmen, who bizarrely enjoyed the first few seconds of Katia’s visit for it meant that for five seconds she had not only a friend but a junior friend. The vampire just collected the blood and started heading for her own dorm, she was wearing pajama black shorts with animal skulls around them and a black tank top, she was still wearing her heartagram dog tags and spiky dog collar.
Opening the black door with the blood angel she entered her black hole of loneliness and misery, her beautiful lair. She was greeted by the soft meow of her cat Lucifer, his yellow green eyes were filled with hatred and evil all acquired from his owner he was mean and aggressive to everyone with the exception of Katia and a few of her friends, her snake slithered around his tank, the same hatred and evil seen in the cat were seen in the snake. Katia walked up to her desk and opened another flask that contained animal blood; she poured it in her black flash with the skull and shook it up. The cat brushed against her pale white legs as she looked through her collection of sadistic books. After a few seconds of looking around her big pile she settled on an encyclopedia of serial killers, each page included their biography their crimes and actual pictures and sketches of their victims. A smile spread across her face as she hugged the book with actual care. Her silver eyes looked around the room and she wrinkled her nose, she loved her room but she didn’t want to be stuck there reading such a wonderful book, she needed a more natural setting.
She put on black shoes with a small heel and grabbed a candy cane and her black flask; her left arm hugged the book as she closed the door and started to make her way down the stairs. Her hips swayed from side to side as her platinum blond hair did the same, it looked like a pale yellow curtain that was dancing with the wind. Her heels and tongue ring clicked as her silver eyes held a dreamy twinkle on them, most had not seen Katia happy but now she was happy and calm, off course because she had a flask of human and animal blood and a book about serial killers. It didn’t surprise anyone that her happiness came from such twisted artifacts. After a few turns and after going down a few flights of stair Katia encountered herself in front of the academy’s doubled doors that led into the courtyard.
She continue to walk until she entered the forest, the gloomy and eerie vibe was a welcoming sensation for the sadistic vampire. A grin spread across her face she felt right at home once more, her heels had stopped clicking for they were stepping on grass and dirty. Her feet crushed a few twigs and dry leaves while she walked deep into the forest, the trees closing in on her. Katia stopped and stared at a beautiful old and almost dead looking tree, it’s leaves were almost all gone and it s branches were thick and sturdy for the most part, very high above one could see the thin branches that appeared like the bony fingers of some evil witch. Putting the flash on the lace that held her room key and the key to the mouse box to feed her snake, Katia placed the candy cane in her mouth and tightly grabbed the book as she climbed to the branch that was nearest to the ground. There she sat down crossing one leg over the other. Opening the flask she dipped the candy cane in the blood, once it was fully submerged she brought it up to her bought and allowed the sweetness of the blood and cold mintiness of the candy cane to travel down her throat as she opened the book to the first page.
Katia's outfit