Make Your Move Katherine

A Starving vampire

Oscar- just minutes before

Oscar stared at the sketch that Katherine had drawn of the woman. So, she remembered her after all- the real face of her mother, that is. The one before the reconstructive surgery. He had felt the woman’s face seemed familiar that morning when he was looking at his wife but he had dismissed it. And how was he to know anyway, what her rea face looked like? After all, he had been a child too when all this played off.

But he remembered Katherine from the nights he had spied on her. She always stared at a drawing she had of an old man on a rocker and that of her mother. Why hadn’t he been concerned when he had seen Kat crying over it? Now he did a comparison to the photo on the file. It was indeed the same woman’s face from in the case file.

How could she not know her own parents? Didn’t she ask questions... hadn't she been curious? One question he asked- who is the parents of the couple and the same day, he was holding a photograph of two old couples. In one photo was the old man that his wife drew. The man in the rocking chair, with the dry stalk.

Placing one hand that was holding two envelopes, on his waist and the other hand over his forehead, Oscar took in a harsh breath, looking around scantly at the other sketches, in her daylight room. The others were regular drawings of the maids, guards, flowers, the garden and one of the ponds. Uninteresting really.

‘What the f*ck is going on?’

Anthony was right when he informed him days ago that he needed a blood sample from the woman they had in solitude, after all. When questioned about it he had stated that the queen said it was not the woman who raised her. That little bit of observation did raise an urgent need to match her blood. The civilian police had not done so years ago and they themselves had not bothered to either, under the belief that she was indeed Dianne.

The woman they had captured might not be the woman they had thought they had after all. Of course, his father had handled the investigation and she was the one who was living the life of his wife’s mother.

Was the woman in captivity really innocent as she claimed to be? Was she Katherine’s mother or not? Did they have the wrong person all this time? And most important- who really killed Jake Wei?

Oscar sat down heavily on one of the seats, discarding the empty envelope that had contained the photos, the DNA results in his hand that the royal guard had given him minutes earlier. He did not even bother to have his bath and just changed his bloodied shirt. He opened the flap and pushed his hand into the large tan-colored envelope but his movements stilled when a tingling was felt inside him. He looked up, dropping the envelope and raced out of Katherine’s day room, and down the hall.

The tingle was just the beginning of the volcanic burning of want inside him, by the time he had taken his first step out the door. It was the same emotional pull he had been having since that day in the shower- a mating call. One he had been trying to extinguish since. Whether Nuwa had his love or not, he could not deny this pull between Katherine and himself.

Just as he could not deny himself from wanting her lips and had found himself in her room that night. The phoenix had called out to him and he had answered. The phoenix wants him and him- it. Katherine and him were caught up in this tangled mess. He still loathed every fiber of her being but he wants her still. This tug of war between him- the vampire and her- the phoenix… why couldn’t she just die and give the firebird to him?

He groaned and grabbed his chest falling over as anguish crushed his entire being but worst- soul? Did he even have a human soul anymore? He heard his own excruciating cry as his palms and knees touched the floor but it was not from the landing. His chest was being torn apart, it felt like to him, as if it was in an inferno.

He did not want Katherine dead.

The lie he kept telling himself had surfaced then, hitting him full blow. Oscar grunted as he rose up, still on his knees, blind now except for the red again. He could feel it- the phoenix was calling him again. Just as it had when she tried running away from him and fallen down the stairs.

‘Where are you!’

He felt the reply and ran blindly a few steps again before his sight returned. Without a pause, he continued on into another passage coming to her office area. He heard her quick heartbeats that seemed to be calling out to him. Oscar ran past her reception and pushed open the door himself for the guard did not have the speed to keep up with his vampire speed.

Then his mouth was on hers and all was right with the world.

“Katherine,” he greeted her tongue and she answered with a satisfied sigh of her own. Yes, his mind sang. It was that night all over again- only this was better.

He had felt like a beast that night went he had stolen the kiss while she slept but she did call to him. The phoenix part of her anyway but when the real Katherine woke up, she had screamed at him. It was a blow to his ego, to be in that position of downright hostility and all that he tried to deny- his heart.

His mouth swallowed hers hungrily…greedily. But it was not enough. Oscar was a vampire starved.

Heart in his throat, his lips moved over hers, lost in all rational thinking. He sensed a panic inside her when he pulled himself away and she muffled out a cry and grabbed onto his head pushing it back down, fusing their lips.

Katherine’s blood seemed to be singing to him. And his to her. What a masterpiece of a musical, he thought as the sound of her rushing blood reached his ears. Her thumping heartbeats called him again and again.

He was so not ready for this – yet he was. They were ready. Opening his eyes for a second, he scanned the room for a better, more intimate feel of her…within the same second, he had her back sandwiched against the office wall and himself. Hand on one of her thighs, he snaked his hand up and moulded the soft flesh of her buttocks and the other hand followed. The image of her from the back view naked had driven him wild in the past weeks.

Nuwa could satisfy him no more. Sure, she could make him spurt his seeds out but his soul- this deep hunger, was sated here- in these arms around him. How could he be satisfied and yet want more?

Her whimpers drove him insane as he traveled his tongue on her neck, showing it with his kisses at the same time. “My Katherine…”

“Yes,” she hissed out, pulling his head deeper into the arch. He took that as an invitation to suck on harder, trying to repress his fangs that were agitated with his denial of them. See, last time, he had read her intentions wrong when he thought she had wanted him to taste her.

This time he would try his best to hold back his primal urge, until- “Do it,” she whispered.

He stilled his excited thoughts and pulled his head just far enough to see her face. Eyes closed he waited for her to open them. He needed to be certain that this is what she wanted. “Don’t move, Katherine.”