Post by Kathrine Richards on Apr 30, 2018 19:40:23 GMT
Bitch, I don't need introduction
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Katherine had it all. Money, friends, expensive possessions. And yet, it could never fill that empty void that she felt deep within her heart. She felt as if something was missing from her life, and stealing, thieving was the only way to relieve that feeling. It made her blood pump, the adrenaline race, and her powers heighten to the extreme. It's just a rush.
At least that's what she had thought until tonight. Living in a big city like Montgomery, not everyone knew everyone. However, everyone knew Katherine and her mother. She had put away more baddies thanks to those Backwoods Angels tearing their hideouts apart. It made for great business, as her mother would say. But there was still that illusive person no one knew about. The one going around stealing random possessions from peoples homes.
Running a hand through her dark brown hair she pulled out the feather clip and placed it in her pocket. She wouldn't need to get distracted by those colorful things. This would just be as simple as any other robbery. Taking a deep breath her vision sharpened more, her hearing intensified. She could hear the light breathing coming from the bedrooms as she jumped with elegance to the buildings roof. They'd never suspect a thing until the morning. Placing on her gloves she let her claws grow out over her nails. It was a bitch to do, but nowadays you had to blend in otherwise be ostracized, segregated, and humiliated for being what you are.
Opening the skylight she dropped in on her feet. Making no noise she walked through the empty piano room of her latest ex's home. He'd been way to clingy, and she didn't like being hugged every five goddamn seconds. That was probably the feline in her, but she wanted to cuddle on her own schedule, not someone else's. It just wasn't her style. Anyway, she needed to get a few things back that he had taken from her. Maybe leave him a message to say leave me alone, I fucking mean it.
Looking around the room the memories here felt dated and old. It's not that she didn't care about them. She was just so used to change and moving on it was hard to stay in the here and now. She always had to have a plan for the future incase things fell apart in the now...like with her mom and multiple father figures.
Walking through the home she walked on her tiptoes to keep from doing anything too noisy. She could hear someone talking down in the living room, but nothing more as she moved to her ex's room. Moving in she was lucky to have been missed by his parents. He was fucking thirty years old and still lived with his mom and dad too. God what did she ever see in him?
It's not like she could take his money, he had none. He got it from his parents. They kept bailing him out of shit that he didn't have to lift even his pinky finger. She looked around the room and sniffed for her things. Moving to the dresser she pulled out a few of her undergarments and stuffed them into the little knapsack on her hip. That's when something shiny had caught her attention. Normally she wouldn't be distracted by trivial things, but sometimes she'd find her eyes andering over every little thing.
She made her way back out into the hall and something shiny had caught her peripheral. There on a mannequin laid a beautiful pearl necklace, inlaid with rhinestones. Her mouth watered at the sight, her hands itched to have it. Tiptoeing as best she could she listened and watched for any form of movement. When there was none she made a quick jump for it only to have a gun shot go off and run the other direction out the window.
She landed on her feet and hands before running off down the street. Lamps and porch lights began to turn on as she ran past. 'No, no, no...this wasn't supposed to be how it goes!' She thought in a panic. She couldn't think straight as she felt something warm trickling down her side. Finding a good hiding spot she held her side tight hissing in pain. Thunder sounded over head as a down pour of rain started. "Stupid fucking rain..." 'I'll be fine until it passes...right?' Her pupils grew large as she worried there for what felt like hours. Her once white t-shirt stained with her blood.
Derek could smell the subtle hint of rain in the air and he loved the darkening clouds overhead about as much as he did the leather jacked donning his broad shoulders. His hair had grown slightly longer in the weeks he’d been on the move, for a while he kept a steady job at a bar in Ohio but when he ran into an old acquaintance of his father he opted to run the opposite direction. His father owed a lot of terrifying people a lot of money and as far as they were concerned his children knew where he stuffed the cash. Sadly they didn’t otherwise neither of them would be on the run with nothing but the clothes on their back. He missed his sister, he really did but it was safer to stay as far away as he possibly could. Their abilities weren’t only opposite to one another but they drew the life from one another, somehow they were cursed to be apart. It was a cruel decision to leave her fending for herself but it was needed.
Derek stuffed his hands into his pockets as he walked down the street with a grin welcoming the onslaught of rain. He felt lightning tickle the night sky and held open his palm curiously willing a thin trail of electricity into his open grasp. It left his eyes a brilliant white shade and his mind relaxed at the familiar touch. He remembered the first day his powers manifested, he was sixteen and marching home from school when lightning tore through him. At first he thought he would die but when he stood up rejuvenated in the electrical current he realized that he was a mutant, just like his sister. And there he was, twelve years later and still deeply addicted to the raging storm.
He wasn’t fully aware if he was going the right way, he ran out to grab a bite to eat while staying in a bachelors flat barely furnished. He owed the old lady double it’s worth for concealing his identity to anyone who probed into his life. Still, it was better than the last place. For the time being he was using up some money he pocketed off a corporate bastard who gave the waitress too much grief in the last town but he’d find an easy job soon enough.
He turned a quick right into a dark alley in hopes of avoiding the approaching couple walking under an umbrella with hushed whispers. The last thing he wanted was to spark up like a lightning rod in front of them. The last thing he expected was run into a young girl dodging out of view. The air around him grew icy cold as his powers manifested in response to his growing curiosity. He could see the dark stain of blood on an otherwise clean white shirt she wore.
Derek wanted to reach out and ask whether she was alright but something told him it’d be the wrong approach. He was almost confident he’d be able to take her but he wasn’t entirely eager to bust into a fist fight with a stranger he accidentally ran into.
“Running from the law, or towards it?”, his tone was nonchalant and almost charming in his carefree gaze. He was well aware how bad a bullet wound stung and while he didn’t object the idea of harboring a fugitive he didn’t want to draw the wrong attention. Derek leaned his shoulder against the brick wall watching her closely, perhaps he’d offer to help. He wasn’t entirely in touch with empathy towards strangers but he wasn’t a cold hearted asshole either and the death of someone he could have helped on his conscience wasn’t worth the guilt.
Post by Kathrine Richards on Apr 30, 2018 20:50:51 GMT
Bitch, I don’t need introduction
Follow my simple instructions
Katherine tried to keep herself concealed in the alley, although the lightning wasn’t helping. Fear sprung back and forth between the droplets of water, and the flashes of light. She hadn’t expected her side to be hurting so much with her adrenaline still running high. “Fuck… well, there goes my designer t-shirt.” She whispered to herself.
She listened carefully to see if sirens would be flashing by. To her relief she couldn’t hear any so no one had instructed them, or they were just too damn slow. Either way she’d have to try and explain this to her mom. Maybe pretend to be sick while she recuperated. That’s when she heard the footsteps. Only turning slightly she noticed a large figure behind her. Turning fully she looked him over. A tinge of pain distorted her face, scrunching her nose up in irritation.
“You could say a little of both.” Her hand held tighter to the wound as she leaned her back against the brick wall. The cold rain was making her shiver, dropping her body temp lower. She wouldn’t be able to make it home in this condition. But she couldn’t make it to the hospital either unless she went to the roofs and started hopping like Frogger.
“But that’s not really important. I mean, I had it coming sooner or later. Karma is a bitch and she came in the form of a twelve gauge.” Although her voice was pained, she gave an innocent smile that rivaled that earlier sting. She could put on a brave face, lie her way through hell even, but right now. She needed this man’s trust to get her someplace safe if she would live that long. He could be cold though, let her deal with her own mistakes.
She could feel her legs shaking as she pushed off from the wall and she jumped back at the sudden lightning that struck much closer than she had anticipated, then the loud sound of thunder. She didn’t know if he could see the reflection of her iris with the shine of the lightning, but at the moment she wasn’t worried over that. Her head felt as if she was swimming through molasses. Her legs moved forward slowly, and her breathing began to labor.
“And here I was hoping I stumbled onto a good old cat burglar”, he chuckled softly, almost inaudibly as he looked at the stranger. He could see the pain contort over her features and sadly he knew full well just how much it fucking hurt. The girl still looked young, a tinge of rebellious nature dancing in her gaze. He’d put her on the lawless side if there was a spectrum but the longer he spent figuring out just who she was the longer he’d risk watching her die. Besides, he had better things to do than delve into the nature of a stranger he accidentally stumbled upon. He could also see the remnants of a shiver and he realized that his own ability must have made the atmosphere much colder than it should have been, sadly he hadn’t mastered the ability to retract the cold. He tried though.
“Karma’s gonna have to wait, come on. I’ve got a place right around the corner”, he stepped closer slowly and cautiously. He didn’t want to spook her, besides he wasn’t about to admit that his rough guess on direction was pretty much a bluff. Hopefully he was right. He hesitated for a moment, it was already cold out and he wasn’t exactly as warm and fuzzy as the next guy. Hopefully he wouldn’t end up giving the poor girl hypothermia before they even got out of the alley.
Lightning reached out for him but he urged the electricity away, the last thing he wanted was a witch hunt and if this girl saw what he could do she might very well prefer the cold, damp alley to his help. When he saw the effort she exerted with each exhale and the sloppy movement to her legs he threw caution to the wind and caught her. Derek held her steady before slipping his jacket from his shoulders and holding the material over her shoulders to shield her from the rain. The cold never bothered him anyway.
“I’m Derek. Just in case I’m a serial killer and you need to identify me later”, he tried to lighten the mood slightly as he pulled her into the storm. Before long he opened the ramshackle gates sheltering the stairs to the apartment. The door was old and worn but it still worked. He ushered her inside, there wasn’t much to see. A long, dull sofa facing a television, barely anything noteworthy in the kitchen and ugly fucking wallpaper with oddly shaped squares and triangles.
Derek helped her onto the sofa before disappearing into the bedroom. He had a nifty little first aid kit tucked into his navy duffel. Before long he pulled an old chair from the corner to face her. His eyes looked over her soft features curiously, he wasn’t sure whether she’d accept his help. Subconsciously he hoped the cold radiating off him wasn’t too bad compared to the bullet wound in her side.
“I can call an ambulance if you’d like? But if you’ve got the balls I can help”, he opened the zipper on the kit before spilling it’s contents on the floor in front of him. He hated the clingy touch of the wet shirt to his skin but he’d fix that when he didn’t have a dead girl on his couch.
Post by Kathrine Richards on Apr 30, 2018 22:00:50 GMT
Bitch, I don’t need introduction
Follow my simple instructions
Taking in a deep breath her head spun with how light it felt. For a moment her conscious mind decided to black out. She could feel herself falling forward before being caught by muscled arms. Her vision came back in splotches before returning fully. Her claws retracted into her fingers as she gripped his arm tight. She needed something to keep her grounded.
Taking another deep breath she felt something heavy placed over her shoulders. Not expecting the overly nice comfort she shrugged further into the jacket. “Derek huh? I’m Katherine… incase you need to identify the dead body, or to identify the girl in your bed.” She joked back, a little flirty wink added to her playfulness. She knew it was shameful, but she didn’t care. He was handsome and if there was a chance she’d leave it open.
Walking with Derek felt as if it took forever. Until she was laid down on the couch. A little growl tried to escape her as she pulled up the shirt. That damned bastard was going to pay for shooting her. She looked at the wound and felt like she was going to vomit.
Katherine watched as he disappeared into a room and came back moving the chair closer. “Only the first date and you’re going to be playing rough with me.” She couldn’t help the flirting. It just came naturally. “I don’t need to be explaining to my mom how I’m in the hospital because of a bullet wound. Quickest way to get my ass in jail. Give me something to bite and I’ll be fine.”
She hoped she would be. Usually under great stress or pain she couldn’t help her animal instincts. It was hard enough keeping herself thinking clearly. Once she was properly gagged, she gave a nod and was ready for anything.
Derek rolled his eyes at her light, flirtatious quip. The girl had balls, he’d give her that. She was pretty nonchalant for someone both bleeding and being led God knows where by a man she only just met. Still, if they’d met under more ordinary circumstances he’d consider the thought. He wondered who would shoot her and almost automatically wondered just what she’d done to get herself into this mess. He knew a Katherine once, she was nothing like the unique girl he lead to his apartment. He preferred the bleeding stranger over the dull girl he knew in high school.
“Sweetheart, I only do rough”, he flirted back with a nonchalant shrug and a smug smirk as he readied a small variety of medical tools. Most of which he’d used on himself more than once, at least he had the good sense to clean his shit after he used it. At her request he nodded hopping to his feet before puling the dark leather belt from his dark jeans and folding it in two. He held it to her with a knowing grimace.
“Hope you’re as tough as you look”, he wiped his hair from his face before tossing a small bottle of surgical alcohol solution onto the wound. Most of the blood cleared from her skin and while it was still bleeding heavily he could at least see the entry wound. Without warning he dug into her flesh and freed the bullets with a grunt. He knew it had to hurt but it was the only way to fix it.
When he felt nothing but wounded tissue and broken skin he pressed the thick material of a bandage onto her skin to dry off some of the blood. Where the skin parted too much he opted to dig out a needle and thread from the kit before sparing her an apologetic grin.
“Bite down hard sweetheart, this is gonna sting like a bitch”, he closed her skin with the first hand experience he had before dousing the wound with the last of the solution. When he was satisfied he stood up to wash his bloodied hands in the basin and grabbed two beers from the fridge.
“I’m gonna take a wild guess and say you need a drink”, Derek held one bottle to her before walking into his room and coming back with one of his shirts. Assuming she’d want to get out of the bloody shirt he sank back down into the chair and watched her curiously. The storm was brewing heatedly outside the window and he wondered if she’d brave the elements to go back home.
Post by Kathrine Richards on May 1, 2018 20:19:53 GMT
Bitch, I don’t need introduction
Follow my simple instructions
Katherine never really held the word discretion in her vocabulary. She was nothing but fiesty flirts, sarcasm and insults. It was the way she had to be to survive this cruel thing called life. Although it was starting to seem like she was being pulled in the other direction. It was hard to see the sweat dotting her forehead as she shivered some more from the rain, the blood loss. Her body could feel a cold draft, maybe it was just bad insulation of the crummy apartment.
Her teeth held tight to the belt in her mouth as Derek dug around in her wound. Her nostrils flared as she tried to hold back the screams of pain. Her body was nothing more than a mess of throbbing flesh, and searing pain. Her pupils tightened more into smaller slits, her claws threatened to pierce into the couch. Tears fell from her eyes at the overwhelming feeling, but she held herself still.
She couldn’t keep from giving a glare at his sudden action, but if she had expected it she knew it could’ve hurt worse. Placebo’s and everything. It took everything she had to not hiss at him and jump away. Taking a deep breath she held tight to the couch and bit as hard as she could on the belt as he pulled out the needle and thread. She hated needles, feared them really. She turned her head away to hide it. But the pain was still substantial as he sewed her together. ‘He fucking underestimated it!’
Stars danced in her vision as she realized he was done she turned her head back towards him. Placing the belt on the ground she slowly moved to sit up grabbing the beer. “Celebrate surviving another day in my life.” Taking a large gulp of the bitter liquid her nose curled up, but she dealt with the taste. She wasn’t much for beer. Vodka and Tequila were her best friends lately though she shouldn’t complain. This guy just did the ultimate favor in saving her life. She’d have to pay him back somehow.
She watched curiously as he disappeared into the bedroom again, only to hide a little smirk as he held a shirt out to her. It would look like she wasn’t wearing anything underneath with her booty shorts on, but she didn’t mind. Taking the shirt she didn’t bother to get up to a bathroom. No, she stripped her shirt off right there in front of him. She had no shame, no insecurity of her image. She liked pushing people to their limits though. Sliding his shirt over her head she smiled innocently at him and took another swig of her beer.
Then a thought crossed her mind. She’d need an alibi for tonight. She’s pretty sure the guy didn’t get a good look at her face. “Um...got a weird request. You’re free to say no, I wouldn’t blame you. Would it be okay if I stayed the night?” She asked pointing out the window to the storm. “It doesn’t look like it’s going to die down anytime soon, and going out in my weakened condition is just bad for my system in general.” She stared at him for a moment. Her dark eyes catching his light ones. Katherine felt almost hypnotized by their brilliant blue hue. ‘Almost like lightning.’ She thought.
“I’ll drink to that”, he welcomed the bitter taste like an old friend. A smirk washed over his lips as he watched her, somehow, he imagined her drinking something else. beer was all he had unfortunately. Derek hoisted his feet onto the sofa next to her and leaned back on the chair, the thunder outside was a soothing comfort to him and he couldn’t help but wish to be outside, if only to feel the electrical impulses one more time. It centered who he was, despite everything around him he could be comfortable in the touch of a storm.
He supposed looking away would have been a gentleman’s act, lucky for him he wasn’t. There wasn’t an ounce of regret as he watched her slim figure slip out of the bloodied shirt and into his. It was too big for her but he didn’t mind the way it hung off her shoulders. He slipped his shoe under the bloodied fabric of her old shirt and kicked it into the corner, the last thing he needed was blood stains on the few pieces of furniture he had.
He had half a mind changing his own shirt in front of her but the touch of the cool material to his skin was too intoxicating. It helped him reserve his icy touch in hopes that he didn’t freeze over the place with her in it. Most people didn’t appreciate his affinity for the cold and he certainly didn’t blame them.
“For all I know I’d wake up tomorrow morning with nothing left but the clothes on my back”, he wasn’t sure why he assumed she had a talent for sneaky endeavors but for the most part he simply enjoyed the game. Derek didn’t even understand the rules of the game but he was curious about this girl.
“Sure, but I’m not sleeping on the couch just cause you’re pretty. There’s a spare blanket in the closet over there”, he watched her curiously feeling the lightning tease him through the window. He liked the sound of thunder about as much as he liked the pulsating energy of a lightning strike.
“Since we’re such good friends and all. How about you tell me why you ended up bleeding in an alley in the middle off the night”, he stretched his arms behind his neck and kept a steady gaze fixed on her. For some reason he felt there was more to her than a dull old story and he wasn’t tired yet, he might as well dig deeper into the mystery.
Post by Kathrine Richards on May 2, 2018 14:02:22 GMT
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Follow my simple instructions
Katherine's lips curled up at the corners. He had a right to be suspicious of her. “Well, you'd be right to be cautious. I mean a wounded girl carrying all this furniture out on her own seems very plausible.” She laughed. “Nah, I'll just go for stealing the clothes off your back. You'll find them on the floor in the corner tangled up with mine.” Her voice turned sultry and seductive with some playfulness.
“Awe did I use up all your good will? You can't grab it for me?” She'd milk this for everything she was worth, but decided it might be better to get it herself. Slowly standing she was on her feet and by the closet he pointed to. Pulling it open she gave a face of annoyance to see it on the top shelf. Giving a jump she grabbed the blanket and grunted at the jarring pain in her side. “Yeah, smart move... God that's a stinger.” She mumbled to herself and walked back over to the couch. Making herself comfortable again she grabbed her beer taking a sip.
Although the smile she held fell as he asked about what got her into this situation. She needed to think of something quick. “My ex… He's the insecure type. Never thought he was the one for dramatics.” She pointed to her side. Tears welled up in her eyes again and she wiped them away. Alligator tears, but he wouldn't know unless he was that good at finding out the truth.
“I had gone back to grab a few of my things after I broke it off.” Taking another sip of the beer she grimaced. It wasn't all a lie. She had gone back for things of hers. She had just gotten distracted by something much prettier near the end.
“He didn't like it we started a fight and he pulled the gun on me.” She'd play the traumatized victim. But she couldn't help her own defensive ways. “But,” she wanted to say more she just wasn't sure what to say. If he would really boot her out the door. She'd walk her ass home but she wouldn't enjoy it. She pulled up her free hand and let her claws slide out over her nails, her canines lengthened.
“He's not a fan of mutants either.” She had a gut feeling he wouldn't throw her out but sometimes it wasn't always the way she expected. “Animal instinct took over and I ran. That's when I met you in the alley.” Her voice shook a little. She was really about to cry over that lazy ass but she supposed it was for the better. She snuggled more under the blanket as her body shivered. She didn't mind the cold draft, it kept her skin from feeling like it was burning. She shook her head, maybe the beer was starting to get to her head.
“You look smart, I’m sure you’ll figure something out. Something more successful than seduction”, he tipped his beer bottle to her with a playful wink. He liked her more than most people he met, he always preferred those with a sense of playfulness. She reminded him of someone but perhaps that was just the shade of her hair, everything else about her seemed extraordinarily unique. The last person he met that kept his interest this long was a guy back in Chicago who could never be beaten in a game of poker.
“If you wanted special attention, you should have gone to the hospital”, although the comment seemed somewhat snarky the tone and intention was harmless, playful even. He chuckled lightly at her struggle to pull the blanket to her and he noted the old photo of the previous tenant stuffed in the corner at the bottom of the closet. Derek made a mental note to stuff it in the trash eventually but for the time being he appreciated the comfort of his chair and the bitter taste of his beer.
He listened to her story with intent, something about it seemed off. There was a glint in her gaze that suggested the truth was bending to her will. He knew the signs because he was a master in deception, the majority of his life was spent being someone else to the world, someone who blended in from town to town.
“A mutant? Guess I should have seen that one coming”, Derek pulled his feet to the floor again and leaned forward with his elbows planted on his knees. His fingers parted as if he was holding something delicate and strings of electricity jumped across the gaps. As if the storm sensed his affinity, lightning struck outside and he saw the sparks of raw electricity colliding with the roof of the neighboring building.
“But I still call bullshit on your story. Everyone has their secrets and whatever you were up to is rightfully yours. You’re fun to save but I won’t hesitate to protect myself from a criminal”, his serious tone let up near the end and he leaned back again. Some of the elements in her story seemed more rooted than others and he believed she lied to some extent but not entirely.
“Your ex sounds like a dick”, he chuckled lightly looking at her with a charming grin. The culprit in her unbelievable lie seemed like a true concept and he wondered if her mother knew about her nightly escapades.
Post by Kathrine Richards on May 2, 2018 20:16:46 GMT
Bitch, I don’t need introduction
Follow my simple instructions
Her dark eyes watched in amazement and slight fear as he showed off his flashy power. Her hair went up on end as she backed up some. A little growl vibrated in the back of her throat. She didn’t exactly agree with electricity, especially while wet. But she hid under the blanket as the lightning made her squeal. “So that’s why that lightning struck so close…”
It made a little more sense now though why it was so close into town. But a pout showed as her lower lip jutted out some. He wasn’t as gullible as she had hoped, but then again he didn’t look to be the gullible type. “You know how cats can be right? They see something shiny, they gotta take it. Mess with it. Saw a pretty necklace that I wanted while getting my things back. Made a rookie mistake and got shot. First bullet wound, not the first time I’ve gotten hurt from stealing something though.”
Taking the last sip of her beer she placed the bottle on the ground as to keep it from falling over. Snuggling into the blanket she laid down. “You don’t have to worry about anything though. I only take from those that screw me over.” She doubted she’d be able to take this guy even on her best day. She could see a threat to her own life if she made the wrong move. “Like you said, I’m smart. I know when to cut my losses.”
Her phone began to ring, the ringtone of a siren going off yelling Mom Alert. “Jesus...this just gets better.” Pulling out her phone she swiped it up and answered. “Hey mom, yeah I’m okay. Spending the night with Jessica. No worries.” Katherine nodded her head as her mom talked her ear off. “Yep, I’ll be home late tomorrow night. Have a good night mom. Kisses.” She hung up the phone. “The pros and cons of living at home.” She wagged her phone before just putting it on the floor as well. She felt bad for lying to her all the time, but she hadn’t ever really cared about her before, why would she really care now?
She remembered all the ex’s her mom had gone through. The divorces, how she said it didn’t matter if it was love that started or not, if it ends up bad get out and never look back. She didn’t understand it at the time, she still didn’t. There were going to be times of disappointment, emotions running high on anger and fear. Her mom was a coward...and she only knew how to be the same way.
Derek was proud of his abilities, he had been since the first time lightning struck his skin. He could see the slight shift in her posture at the sight of his power but he was confident in his control over the energy burning through him. He felt even more cocky and smug when she admitted the truth and he couldn’t deny that he appreciated her taste in nighttime adventures. He wasn’t exactly a good guy, thankfully he wasn’t the worst.
“Too bad you didn’t get that necklace”, his broad shoulders shrugged nonchalantly, crime sprees didn’t bother him. There wasn’t really much that got to him, storms were his anchor and chaos were the means to a new storm. He thrived in everything wrong and dangerous but good wasn’t too far from his comfort zone.
“So I’m harboring a millennial Robin Hood, perfect”, the sarcasm dripped off his tone with a playful grin. He could see the effects of fatigue inch over her, getting shot will do that to you. He slowly leaned down to grasp her empty bottle next to his, hallway to the kitchen he heart the blaring alert of an incoming call. Derek was curious but he didn’t want to make it obvious that he was openly eavesdropping.
He wished he still had a home, his dad would take him on camping trips in the mountains near their lake house on off days while his mother and sister stayed at home to make baked goods. Those days were over, the bonds of family were either severed or vague.
“Get some rest. You look like shit”, he smirked with a hint of mischief in his brilliant gaze. He wasn’t sure how deep and personal he wanted their conversation to get, instead he opted to call it quits for the night. He spared her a final wave of his hand before disappearing into his room. Even then he lay awake for hours listening to the thunder die down, before long he felt his eyes flutter open to the light shining through the window. He realized in shock he’d forgotten to close the curtains, he yawned amidst the curiosity of how long he managed to sleep.
At the sight of his bag still perfectly as he’d left it he couldn’t help but grin, “smart kitty”. He didn’t bother putting on a shirt or tame the mess of hair on his head as he stepped out of his room. He was a little surprised seeing her still sound asleep, albeit limbs sprawled out far less gracefully as when she’d fallen asleep.
“Oh you’re breathtakingly graceful”, he spoke loudly in an effort to wake her from her slumber while he dug a bottle of water from the fridge. Derek watched her closely with his arms folded over his chest and a charming smirk etched on his lips.
Post by Kathrine Richards on May 3, 2018 3:23:09 GMT
Bitch, I don’t need introduction
Follow my simple instructions
‘If I was Robin Hood, I’d be a vigilante. Not a second rate criminal…’ She thought to herself. “Oh, nice. Now Thunder comes with the insults.” She couldn’t help the little giggle as the beer warmed her blood, and made her eyes feel heavy. Drinking always did that to her. But it made her side twinge in pain as she tried to get comfortable. But with the lightning and thunder it was hard. She felt like a little kid stuck at home alone. A few times she eyed Derek’s bedroom door, tempted to walk in there, but the embarrassment of it kept her stiff in her place on the couch. She didn’t want to be thrown out in this.
Katherine hadn’t realized she had fallen asleep until she heard a loud sarcastic quip. She only smiled as she pulled herself up to be inches from his face. “Oh, anything to impress darlin’.” Her southern drawl heavier in the morning when just waking up. Laying back and stretching carefully she moved with cat like grace. Picking up the blanket she folded it neatly and placed it next to her on the couch. Honestly, she could’ve fallen asleep again right then and there but she didn’t want to overstay her welcome.
Picking up her phone she saw a few voicemails, texts and notifications from her friend Jessica. She rolled her eyes seeing the empty threat of being her alibi for her mom. ‘Yeah yeah yeah. You don’t want to be part of it then just don’t be my friend already.’ She was used to having people blow up her phone like this. No matter out of her friends it was the same empty threat. Stop or I won’t be your friend blah blah blah. But because of her money and status she knew it wasn’t true.
It was a wonder Katherine had any friends at all really. With her reckless attitude, her blatant disregard of others when something caught her attention. Like the yummy hunksicle leaning over top the couch. “You just gonna stare, or do something?” She winked slowly inching up the borrowed shirt and tying it to make it fit her better. “Ooh, you know what? For helping me out, why don’t I treat you to some delicious pancakes?” She asked. Maybe they could get to know each other a little better.
He didn’t waver from her closeness, in fact, his brow lifted and he chuckled leaning closer as if he wanted to close the distance and grasped a bloodied bandage he’d left there accidentally before walking over to toss it in the trash. He was curious if her mother ever noticed her unique adventures but then again, most parents refused to acknowledge the darker lifestyle of their children and he suspected she was no exception. Derek wondered how much his life would be different had his own mother been there to lend a hand during the struggles he endured growing up.
He saw the shift in her features as she worked on her phone and he suspected someone had reached out to her. “Mother dearest?”, he questioned her in a casual tone pouring two cups of coffee. If there was one thing he truly appreciated it was caffeine, sleep didn’t come easy to him at night and a strong cup of coffee usually did the trick to urge him through the coming day. Finding no interest in his own corner of solitude he carried the cups back to the couch and leaned casually over the edge watching her.
“Wouldn’t wanna rip those stitches sweetheart. Here”, he offered a playful wink and walked around to set the second cup on the small wooden table next to the couch. He held his own cup close in his palms before relaxing into the soft fabric of the couch. His legs kicked out to rest on the wooden chair he’d left there the night before and he rested one foot nonchalantly over the other.
He couldn’t remember the last time he even tasted the delicacy of pancakes. His mother used to make the perfect batch but it was a vague memory with no real recollection. He thought about it for a moment as he sipped the steaming coffee with a happy sigh.
“What kind of a man would I be if I said no?”, he chuckled lightly leaning forward. “But sure, sounds great. Let me just cover up, wouldn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable”, he left half a cup of coffee by the side of the cough and left for his room. He didn’t have much with him but he opted for his washed-out jeans and a comfortable navy shirt. Running a hand through his hair in the mirror after washing his teeth reminded him that he’d need a haircut soon.
“Ready?” he stopped briefly in the doorway with his arms folded over his chest and a curious glance at Katherine. He wasn’t sure where she wanted to go but he’d be glad for a little fresh air and good meal.
Post by Kathrine Richards on May 3, 2018 19:43:36 GMT
Bitch, I don’t need introduction
Follow my simple instructions
“Awe, such a gentleman.” Taking the cup into her hand she smiled at the warmth it gave off. Katherine wasn’t much for coffee, although today was a good day to try new things. She had some great company to make it all the better. “Well, you’d be a man without pancakes. And without good company.”
Katherine took a few more sips before placing the cup back on the little wooden table. “No, no. Please don’t put a shirt on. You won’t be making me uncomfortable at all.” She didn’t want all that rock hard muscle to be covered up again. She liked what she saw, much more than really any guy she’d ever known. A pout formed as he emerged from his room clothed. “Party pooper.”
Standing up she gave her legs a quick stretch before putting on her shoes. “There’s a little place called Merry Ann’s nearby. Best breakfast this side of Montgomery. You can order whatever you’d like once we get there.” Her phone began to buzz as a new text came in. Seeing who it was she ignored it. “I’m ready. Let’s go get some deliciousness!” Her excitement shined as she smiled.
She may have seemed like a kid on her way to the local candy store. Moving over to Derek she grabbed him by the arm and pulled a little. “I think you’re gonna like it.”
