[ katherine tempts benny to a party — or perhaps it's one of the party-goers who tempts him. usually, she likes to take the credit for someone's appearance at one of these many parties, but katherine isn't concerned by that. all she cares for is benny's appearance — and she knows he's here, even if he arrived a little late. she ensures to not make pointed eye contact with him, but she knows he can feel her gaze on his back, can even feel the hairs rise on his arms herself. she wants to break him in half, smash him like glass, and see him try and stitch himself back into the calm monster he had been before. ]
[ it takes time, pulling all of those walls down, to smash away all of his powers of resistance. he's confident in himself, and she wants to break it, to make him realise he's so much more when he gives in. ]
[ this is a game of cat and mouse that she likes to play with him. since there's no stefan and no damon, benny's her new target — and she quite likes him. scruffy and southern, he's as handsome as they come, but as stubborn as a rock — and she likes it, the challenge, and so she comes and goes, sticks to him like glue, to only disappear for small periods of time. she wants him to miss her like he should miss giving into his true urges. it's a game of puppeteer, but she's trying to not be obvious and pull his strings. that wouldn't be fun. ]
[ she disappears for a long time with a handsome yet forgettable man on her arm. in one of the quieter rooms, she's compelled him to be compliant, like a toy, and while that usually bores her within the first few minutes, this game of cat and mouse certainly provides a spark to tonight's otherwise mundane activities. she's torn into his flesh at his arm; she knows that benny, while strong enough to resist the lure of blood, won't be able to bite back the curiosity she knows is building in the back of his skull. ]
[ she waits patiently for him, sitting on a couch, legs crossed, and a man draped over her. he's half off the couch, long legs sprawled in both directions, with a bleeding wrist and a neck that's buried under a thick stream of blood. her eyes are dark, but the tell-tale veins underneath her eyes haven't popped to the surface. ]
[ she smirks. ] I was concerned you wouldn't find me before midnight.
have your cinderella tale, benny
[ it takes time, pulling all of those walls down, to smash away all of his powers of resistance. he's confident in himself, and she wants to break it, to make him realise he's so much more when he gives in. ]
[ this is a game of cat and mouse that she likes to play with him. since there's no stefan and no damon, benny's her new target — and she quite likes him. scruffy and southern, he's as handsome as they come, but as stubborn as a rock — and she likes it, the challenge, and so she comes and goes, sticks to him like glue, to only disappear for small periods of time. she wants him to miss her like he should miss giving into his true urges. it's a game of puppeteer, but she's trying to not be obvious and pull his strings. that wouldn't be fun. ]
[ she disappears for a long time with a handsome yet forgettable man on her arm. in one of the quieter rooms, she's compelled him to be compliant, like a toy, and while that usually bores her within the first few minutes, this game of cat and mouse certainly provides a spark to tonight's otherwise mundane activities. she's torn into his flesh at his arm; she knows that benny, while strong enough to resist the lure of blood, won't be able to bite back the curiosity she knows is building in the back of his skull. ]
[ she waits patiently for him, sitting on a couch, legs crossed, and a man draped over her. he's half off the couch, long legs sprawled in both directions, with a bleeding wrist and a neck that's buried under a thick stream of blood. her eyes are dark, but the tell-tale veins underneath her eyes haven't popped to the surface. ]
[ she smirks. ] I was concerned you wouldn't find me before midnight.