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<Axel Rosen> The sun has just recently gone to bed, sinking over the trees the the horizon. Axel awakes as he can feel the sun's restraint lessen on his body, but as he steps at his window he can see it, not it but the haze of it in the distance. He dares not step outside, as the fear of being charged is more than enough of a thread to him. His eyes look to the trees, light filtering to them, but he dodges quickly out of fear of some sort. His eyes are black, pitch black, and lacking pupil. Slowly he gets ready, as best he can, going upstairs of the tattoo parlour where he wakes up to steal some of his sire's clothes. It seems he should probably start bringing his own here. Once dressed, he walks out, choosing not to cover his black eyes and claim them as contacts to humans should they ask.

<Catherine Nilson> When Cat catches up to him, she notices his eyes and thinks that he might be under the influence of a narcotic, probably crack. But would Axel do that stuff? She knows Ripper and some of the other vampires do for fun, even if the effects are limited, but Axel has never struck her as the user type. If he was, he would have taken the baggie off that gangster they punished. Instead Cat had taken it. "Hi Axel." Her voice is a little more guarded than usual, but she is still pleased to see him, especially after spending a long day inside the stealth raid.

<Axel Rosen> His eyes look at her though it's hard to tell as he doesn't have any pupils to show the direction of the eyes. Stopping, mid-step, he looks at her then smiles a little bit. "Good evening, dear." His eyes look her over, glad that she can't tell the direction that his eyes are moving that he is sizing her up in a way. "Early riser this evening?" His hands move into his pockets, tilting his head to the side.

<Catherine Nilson> "I got stuck in a raid," she admits glumly, ducking her head to hide her bashful blush beneath a few rogue tresses. The rest of her hair is pulled up in a small fur cap. It helps protect her from the crisp autumn winds. She looks back up and to the side at him, catches his eyes and looks back down. It would be really rude to ask if he was on any uppers. Then she remembers, that one time she saw him hunting, and his eyes were like that. "Did you kill someone?" That is a little more polite than are you on drugs, she thinks.


<Axel Rosen> "Not yet.." He answers her question with a deviant grin, something that a psychopath would wear to the electric chair. His eyes then blink and open to reveal the black again. His hands move from his pocket as he sniffs the air. "Looking for food for the evening, something to... sate my hunger and return my eyes to normal." His Fumbling around in his pocket he flips his phone open and shut again.

<Catherine Nilson> "That's why I was asking," she admits and follows him, just tagging along. The implication that he's going to kill someone sounds promising. She likes watching Doc kill people, when he'll let her, and has been with Wendigo killing people. She kills sometimes, but is always paranoid about getting caught. She has to take special care to dispose of the bodies.

<Axel Rosen> Her answer to his small statement hits his ears and he just nods his head for a moment. There isn't much one can say to that other than that he should show her what he means. As they walk he turns to her and smirks a little bit, "Did you live here as a human?" The question is almost whispered, but they are alone enough in the quiet of Bullwood for it not to really matter at the moment, still it's better to be safe than sorry. The question has a purpose, which is another questions answer entirely.

<Catherine Nilson> She nodded. "Over in Stag Heath." It was the poorest part of town, with the trailer park as its central landmark, and Cat was a little ashamed to admit it to her new friend. "What about you?"

<Axel Rosen> "I only lived here after my fathers passing to clear up his debt and settle his estate." He looks at her and thinks for a second. He has no idea of the reputation preceding the area that she's talking about and he smiles to her, itching to ease someone of their nasty breathing habit. Walking backward, there is a calm eagerness about him. It's like he can't wait but won't show it really. Even the smile he had fades as he asks the next question. "Anyone ever give you ****?" Yes, this is his way of impressing her, making the first move to say, 'hey, I find you attractive and smart, lets make this a frequent thing'. Killing her old enemies, that might send the message. He's sure.

<Catherine Nilson> Cat never really smiled that much, but in this case her green eyes did light up with the realization that he was going to conspire with her against somebody. There was one man in particular she wanted revenge on, but that was a deeply personal matter to her, so she went with someone more petty. "Yeah." She started leading the way, but instead of Stag Heath they remained in the suburban district. "There was this teacher. I tried to go to her for help when I was going through a rough time. But she thought I was just a bad kid."

<Axel Rosen> "Do you have a picture of her?" He glances at her needing to see the woman get an idea of who he's looking for. "Also any other information you have may be useful." Walking with her, keeping in step, he prepares his mind and body for the hunt. His nose and brain and eyes all kick into hyper drive. With one blink he can see heat exerted by items and people more rather than solid shapes and colors. Once she gives him the word, more information, he will be ready, like a hound starved the days preceding hunting season. The hunger, the thirst for bloodshed and violence.

<Catherine Nilson> She takes out her phone and flips through things on the screen until she comes up with a school website and faculty list. One poke later and she shows Axel a picture of an older single woman with a fake grin and too much makeup. "Her name's Jennifer Glavin. I know she lives in these apartments over here. But I don't know which one." She knew they couldn't go into her home uninvited, but she also knew that the woman would have to come out sometime.

<Axel Rosen> Examining the picture for a few moments he commits the image to memory and remembers that he has seen this woman around from time to time. She goes o the library in the city to get books and things. She's read a bit of his work too if he remembers correctly, but that is no reason for mercy. Fan or not, she's a human, she's going to be food and then, for lack of anything better to do. Probably die. Closing his eyes he focuses his powers to target a singular aura. From then he will start to pinpoint it. Moving closer and closer to the apartments, he walks around them, one building at a time. He gets closer to the women's scent, and begins to climb the wall, scaling the building. She may answer the door but she's not going to let them in. He has to torment her. His fangs start to grow, half way up to the second floor. As all of them are open he looks through the window of the apartment, and there she is. Tapping on the window once he gives the woman a big monstrous grin, making sure she sees him before skittering himself around the otherside of the wall. He's careful not to draw anymore attention to himself. Luckily, at the moment, there are no lights shining onto the building's wall. His hands and feet are almost flat against the surface. The window opens, he hears it, and takes in her scent. This game will not continue for her to grab her phone. Quickly, moving his body at full force, he crawls, body horizontal, toward her, around the corner. Once to her window, he grips her by the throat. His tremendous strength pulling her out of the building as if she wanted to dangle two stories above the ground. "No, Ms. Glavin. I do believe you know your nursery rhymes. The all what now?" He pauses, grinning, large teeth. "Oh that's right. Fall down." Before he lets her go he shoves something into her mouth, no yelling from her.

<Catherine Nilson> Cat watched him climb with bewilderment. She then glanced at her own hands and tried to climb as well, but was only rewarded with some nasty scrapes and her fingernail indents permanently sliced into the siding of the structure. Growling softly, she started pacing underneath the window, waiting. She was rewarded by her former teacher falling into her arms, gagged and gift wrapped. Grateful to Axel, she smirked briefly up at him, before carrying the woman who was much taller than her toward a densely wooded area. She dropped her and told her, "Nod or shake your head. Do you remember me?" The terrified woman looked utterly confused. What was that monster? Who was this girl? Was the monster coming back? What did they want from her? Cat sneered. "That's too bad. You affected my life so much, and don't even ******* remember me. Mrs. Glavin." The woman's eyes lit up with recognition. Beatrice? The naughty child who was always neglecting her studies. Cat was satisfied at the look and knelt down beside her in the pine needles. "That's right. It's me. The one with the bad grades. The one who joined a gang."

<Axel Rosen> Finally after the woman has been thrown from the building he skitters his way down again. When his hands are at the base of the wall he flips over them landing on his feet. The woman before him, the human, is just a heat imprint. She is burning a hole in his vision made of bright orange and red. He blinks and his sight goes normal. Kneeling down before the woman he looks back to Cat. This is his gift to her, an elderly woman who caused enough pain for Cat to want her dead. It works for him. His hand touches the ground and picks up bit of dirt, waiting and listening.

<Catherine Nilson> Cat didn't remove the woman's gag, didn't let her respond to anything. "I really needed your help back there. See, I was-" She cuts herself off to glance at Axel, then whispers in the woman's ear. The teacher looks horrified and very remorseful, much to Cat's amusement. Her lips trail straight from her ear down to the side of her neck. She bites down hard, feeding mercilessly, but leaves her alive for now. She pulls away and stares at the pale woman. "Are you gonna feed too Axel?" Her lips were still bloodstained as she asked, and she pants softly.

<Axel Rosen> Sauntering over to the woman, the female vampire before him. He takes a finger and wipes the blood off her chin. He doesn't lick it as that would be far too forward but instead sniffs it. The dazed human, lying there before him. He tilts his head to the side, and smacks her just once, sure he heard the jaw pop after he had done so. She's going to die anyway, why bother with being gentle. She comes back to, jolted with pain. "Good", his words are a bit sloppy due to his amassment of fangs, "you're back with us." His body is crouched, hand in the dirt, still before the human. "I didn't wake you to give last words, I just like my victims to be lively when I take a bite. Makes it more fun." His mouth opens wide, the array of fangs being fully revealed, probably for the first time to Cat, as she's closer than she had been in the sewers with the hunters. His mouth comes down, and tears a chunk from the human throat. It's not like two fangs go in and he drinks from the wound. No, he rips the flesh from the neck, and creates a massive wound. Luckily he bit low enough down to where it didn't sever her artery. He tore open more the space between her head and shoulder, the curve of the neck. And begins to drink. The fight begins, pain making the human a new woman. She fights with everything she has, but Axel, breaks her wrists under his pressure. He pushes forward and a snap can be be heard. This only fuels his anger, the area around them shaking, trees splinter at the branches. He releases and bites again, tearing into her throat this time, sure to hit the artery. Bright red blood flows forth like the fountain of youth. Bits of flesh are against his chin as he finally pulls back, blood down his chin, neck chest. His eyes blink and fade back to blue.

<Catherine Nilson> Cat payed close attention to Axel, especially after he brushed his finger across her chin. She hadn't meant to be messy, she had been caught up in the moment, but something in the way he sniffed it made her knees weak. The sound of his voice became as cathartic as the experience of feeding from her old enemy. When she was a child, she was very ashamed of being molested, and hadn't opened up to anyone. Her grades started to fail, and she was branded a bad apple. Then, the one teacher she was about to ask for help, cut her off, telling her she didn't have time. Now that teacher was going to die. And that, to Cat, was almost as sweet as the monstrous sound of Axel's voice. Cat gazes at the gash in the woman's neck, the blood pooling upward like an offered cup. When she starts to fight, Cat puts a foot down on the woman's stomach and holds her firmly down. "Stop that. You let him drink. This is your punishment." Cat sounded quite satisfied, and there was a tremulous quaver in her voice that was barely audible when she bosses the human around. She watches the artery push the blood out like a geyser, then kneels down beside Axel to catch some of the coppery warm fluid in her mouth.

<Axel Rosen> Before the human can take her last breath, Axel quickly shoves her chin upward then her head to the left. This is one fluid moment as if he's done it a few times. Something beautiful happens. The bones, break, it can be heard. Her upper spinal column is now mush around the spinal cord. He pulls back and sits on his heels. The blood is on his chin, flesh torn from the humans body is all over him. He just blinks a few times, satisfied, content. His eyes look over to Cat, to try and gauge her current feelings on the situation.

<Catherine Nilson> "Thanks Axel," she says almost cheerfully. She feels like a weight has been lifted from her shoulders, and replaced with a more pleasant, albeit unfamiliar weight somewhere else. On her chest area, mostly. The insects start chirping again, filling the night with their song now that the commotion is over. Cat is mostly clean, but Axel is a gory mess of fangs. Cat wrinkles her nose in playful disgust and starts peeling severed flesh and flecks of coagulated blood from him. "You look good covered in blood, but we can't get caught. My sire will kill me if we get caught by humans."

<Axel Rosen> He sits still, rather enjoying her cleaning him up a bit. Axel agrees about not needing to get caught, in all reality it would be a better idea for him to dip in the river a moment and clean up, if even just his hands to wash his face. He thinks now is a good time to open with a small compliment. She can take it as it is or leave it where it lies. "The blood on your lips looked delicious, had to have a taste." This can be taken two ways and he lets her decide what it means.

<Catherine Nilson> She blushes and glances down with a shy smile, his compliment must have been taken the right way. Cat tells him "Go get cleaned up and I'll get rid of the body." It is such a bloody mess it almost seems pointless to put the corpse away, but she thinks she can slit the stomach and abdomen and let her sink downstream for the fish to eat.

<Axel Rosen> Moving to the river he looks down at himself for a moment. Glancing over his shoulder he looks at her and he smirks a little bit. Finally he dips his hands into the water and starts to wash the blood off his skin. Each motion takes more blood off and then he leans forward and starts to clean off his face. Cleansing his body hand by hand, cupful of water at a time. Again he looks over his shoulder and grins back at her. The grin hasn't left his face as he looks at her, just has become less like that of a an animal. Finally he pulls the shirt off, and dunks it in the water. He folds it, wringing water out, and making sure to make it where no blood is visible.

<Catherine Nilson> Cat pulls a sheet out of her backpack, normally reserved for when she gets stuck sleeping in strange locations when she's unable to get home in time for sunrise. She wraps the dead body in the sheet and carries it over to the river. The girl makes a practiced gesture, removing her pocketknife from the waistband of her panties, flicking it open and cutting the woman's stomach open. Stinky gasses come out, but not much blood. She lets the woman sink downriver from Axel. Speaking of Axel, she feels a pair of eyes on her, so she turns to peek at him. He looks like he had as much fun as she did. Cat walks up to his side and starts washing dried crusty blood off of herself. "You really scared her," she chuckles darkly.

<Axel Rosen> The body disposed of he looks to the woman as she approaches and he offers her a genuine smile. Once she is situated next to him he looks down into the water and starts to wash his skin a bit more. Once he is completely clean he does her the favor that she had done for him. He dips his hand into the water and drags his thumb over the crusted blood on her chin. Again he does this to make sure that it's clean. His touch is gentle, being sure to subtly keep his message going. The message of his feeling for her.

<Catherine Nilson> Her eyes stare up into his receptively as she lets him wash her off. Normally she doesn't let anyone touch her, let alone clean up after her, but Axel is different. She doesn't know how to say it, but she does realize in that moment that she hasn't ever felt this way about a boy before. She has had normal sexual feelings, sure, but... he takes such good care of her, and lets her spend time with him just talking and being herself. It's more than that. Not that his fingers don't make her undead heart flutter. How can he be so savage one minute, and so gentle the next? She decides that he must have some kind of heart of gold. "Axel..."

<Axel Rosen> Dropping his hands to his side he looks into her eyes, moving back on his knees so that there is a distance from her. There is about half a foot between them when he finally answers. "Yes?" He's sure she's going to ask him to stop, it's why she said his name. So he he's rather glad that he has pulled away to give her some space; however, the other part of him looks into her eyes and would rather be closer. His hands now in his lap he continues to ponder the feelings. It's been awhile since he's felt anything but rage.

<Catherine Nilson> It has only been a few nights, but Cat feels like she's been mutilating and terrifying people with him all her life. It feels that natural. She wants to do it more. She's nineteen, but she has no idea how to say it. "I had a lot of fun tonight, and... I want to do it again soon, if that's okay with you. She exhales through soft parted lips. There, she said it. Now she braces herself for a 'this is happening too fast' or 'I don't feel the same.'

<Axel Rosen> A small smile starts to crack along his lips as it had been the answer he's waiting for. He doesn't say anything at first, fighting his smile so that it doesn't become too prominent. Axel can't let on his current feelings about wanting another night with her. "Any time." He thinks for a second and finally grabs a notepad from his pocket, almost like the one she'd seen him use in the meeting with Doc. Writing his number, email, address, etc, and his name just in case she forgets the purpose of the paper. "Here's all my info if I don't happen to be walking around." He hopes his answer suffices her, and brings a smile to her face.

<Catherine Nilson> She blushes and calmly takes the pen from him, then writes her information down for him. Even though she is a difficult woman to read, she does have a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. And when she hands the paper back to him, he might notice that she has dotted her i's with hearts. She doesn't seem like the kind of person to do something lovey-dovey like that, but this is serious business, and she can't afford for him to misunderstand her intentions just because she can't articulate her feelings strongly.

<Axel Rosen> As he reads through the information he notes the hearts and then looks at her. He almost has to take a double look at the 'i's' on the page again. That smirk on his face comes back and he starts to stand. His hand comes down and he glances down at her, "Would you like a walk home?" Any answer is fine, so long as she takes his hand. Though he's not sure being around her that coax his heart into beating. Though she does warm him, makes him want to leave the catacombs at least for a while.

<Catherine Nilson> "Sure," She said casually and took his hand. The short woman's hands were tiny, but she had a remarkably firm grip. In fact, almost painful. Could she be more anxious than she's letting on? In any case, her trip relaxes the longer they walk together without incident. Axel's not like that, she keeps telling the voices. "It's funny. You just killed somebody in front of me, but I feel like you wouldn't hurt me," she tells him after a long time of walking in comfortable silence.

<Axel Rosen> His hand is loose as they walk, his thumb moves along her skin, staying quiet for most of the walk. She doesn't say anything so he doesn't feel the need to interrupt the silence that is happening. There might be a need for them to adjust, hence the silence? Finally she speaks and he looks at her. His eyes glance at her for a second. "Well I might, but nothing outside of an agreement between the two of us." He doesn't look at her again, as this is awkward to talk to anyone with if they're not sure what he means or if they are sure and take it negatively.

<Catherine Nilson> She knows what he means. He means kinky stuff. She'll have to do some clandestine research on the subject in her spare time, and bolt the door against Doc barging in. She doesn't say anything or look at him, not out of embarrassment, but because she has gotten lost in thought making plans. Occasionally his bloody fangs flash through her mind, and she squeezes down on his hand every time. It's so weird but so nice to be able to hold the hand that belongs to the person who owns those fangs.

<Axel Rosen> Cat says nothing, and Axel gives her a sideways glance in confusion. Often times he gets responses like, "Uhm, no", or, "What is that supposed to mean?" Now they are back in Wickbridge and he can see the looming tower that is Wickbridge. His eyes travel up and across to her apartment where she lives. They are about four blocks off and he slows, savoring the walk. The other hand is in his pocket, and he was almost certain she would have released his hand by now. He won't complain just didn't take her as the sort to maintain this sort of physical contact this long. Learning new things every day, so he's still alive, in a way. Another side glance comes from his eyes and across her, from toes to head, stopping at her face.

<Catherine Nilson> She was short of stature, with an athletic, muscular frame that managed to not be bulky. When he keeps glancing at her, she can always feel it, especially when he stops at her face. She snaps back to attention and lets his hand go to bashfully tuck some hair behind her ear. "Sorry about that. I was thinking about stuff." So descriptive!

<Axel Rosen> His hand stays where it was, somewhere in the rift between them. Axel manages to not give away much of his thoughts with his actions. Another block has been passed by them and then he breathes a little bit, making sure to remind himself to do that around humans. "What were you thinking about?" This is possibly the first time he has ever pried so deep into her own personal thoughts. Though he is curious about what she's thinking about. She hasn't said much so it could be, his 'preference', or the various other events that have transpired here.

<Catherine Nilson> She blushes and steps closer to him, not wanting others to overhear, and happy for the excuse to be near his scent. She doesn't want to tell him absolutely everything she had been thinking about, because it's embarrassing and new to her. She finally looks into his blue eyes with her dusky green ones and searches his lips. "I was thinking about how nice your fangs are." They're so cool and dangerous and sexy. "And then I was thinking about how you tore that human's throat right out, like she was made of marshmallow."

<Axel Rosen> The blush, tinted cheek brings another smile to his fac and he notes another change in distance to the apartment building. He wants to slow down more but wouldn't that be obvious that he's dragging this ending out. Axel, even as a writer, has never been one for endings. His critics have said that his stories always seem to end in the middle leaving the reader guessing. Axel would tell them that it's part of the suspense. "I'd do it again." He says no more, but if she has more enemies from her old life that are so easy to end, he would help her again. "If you'd like to see them again, I can show you when we get somewhere private."

<Catherine Nilson> "Sure." If Jacquiline was home, she would just take Axel to her room so she could look closer at his fangs. They reminded her of Venom's from Spider Man. That leads Cat to wonder, "So you can climb walls, can you shoot web out of your wrists?" That would be really impressive. She kept walking toward Wickerbridge, unaware of his nagging inclination to slow down and stop.

<Axel Rosen> The question makes him shoot her a glance and a look comes over his face for a moment. It is quickly replaced by a smile.. He's not sure if she's serious, but he answers her all the same, "No, I cannot shoot webs from my wrists, though that would be quite the sight." He looks between them and realizes that they a walk far closer together than they had walked the first night they met. It's almost as is the sidewalk has gotten thinner or and crunch them together. Finally they come to the apartment building and he opens the door for her, following after then running ahead to press the button to her floor on the elevator. As the door opens he allows her to go first again before stepping in himself.

<Catherine Nilson> She is amused by his chivalrous behavior and thanks him softly with a shy smile. Cat lets him into the apartment, which is conveniently empty, and asks "Need anything?" before sitting down on the couch and taking the flashlight from the coffee table. The pale-haired young woman clicks the light on and off repeatedly, shining it at her own face and making green dots in her vision.

<Axel Rosen> "No thank you." He moves after her, following her into the apartment and sitting unto her couch. His eyes watch as she flicks the light off and on and then he leans his head back against the back of the couch. He would show her his fangs when she's ready to see them, but for the moment he's okay with relaxing here with her. Content to just be here.

<Catherine Nilson> The apartment smells like apple pie thanks to the candle burning near Head 3's jar. The scent helps ward off the offensive odor of formaldehyde. Cat hates using that embalming substance, but Head 3 doesn't look a day older than when he was separated from that neck. Cat looks at Axel after a few moments, pupils doing a little dance until they settle on an appropriate size. "Can you see in the dark when your pupils get big?" She knows that pupils enlarge to let more light in.

<Axel Rosen> Thinking about her question he almost doesn't understand for a second before he looks at her and then tilts his head to the side. "Do you mean when my eyes go become black?" He glances back to the television again and then takes his hands out of his pockets and places them on the couch on either side of him. "If so. No. My vision doesn't really change, just my eyes. However, I have learned that I can see... almost infrared if I so desire." He's sure this will sound odd, but it's true.

<Catherine Nilson> "That's awesome," Cat says simply. She moves closer to him, staring. Then she shows him her fangs. Cheese. The flashlight remains in her grip, currently in the ON position. She used to be impressed by her own fangs, because they can't retract and are all sharp instead of just two of them. Now she's a bit more impressed by the Axel's.

<Axel Rosen> She shows her fangs to him and he obliged her request of him by opening his mouth and quickly all the fangs start to extend. It starts with his canines then the front teeth then all the way back to his wisdom teeth. Those hurt a bit, but after the initial pain it's nothing. He leans his head back and can taste his own blood as the gums heal around his wisdom teeth. His eyes look over to her, making eye contact on purpose.

<Catherine Nilson> Her green eyes light up when they meet his blue, then she carefully extends a finger to gently poke at the fangs, admiring them. She can't believe she gets to see this, and do this, with another vampire. She thinks being able to touch is the best part about having a boyfriend so far. They held hands, so she thinks that is what that means. A memory flashed through her mind of the razor sharp fangs tearing that old lady's throat out in one clip and she moves her hand back a few inches, gasping. Stupid hallucinations.

<Axel Rosen> As she pokes at his fangs he won't like the desire to nibble, not bite, is there. He wants to show her that he knows how to control his strength, but she takes her hand away and he looks to her, again. His eyes have been closed as usually he doesn't like to be touched in any manner that isn't just 'fun'. The creature in the back of his throat comes out and crawls up the roof of his mouth and then along his lip up to his nose. It buries itself there. His eyes shut again as he feels it burrow then rest. He doesn't ask her if something is wrong, just keeps his mouth open until she decides she's seen enough of his fangs.

<Catherine Nilson> Cat stares at him, but he is as still and calm as the grave. His millipede even feels safe coming out for a second. Cat remembers something: When she was a child, she had been afraid of shadows in the dark, but she made herself walk up to them and touch them, because they were never anything to be really afraid of. Axel's teeth are scary, but very cool. Biting her bottom lip, she reaches out again and runs her fingertip across the tip of one of his front fangs. It cuts her a tiny bit, and a pinprick of blood comes out, but she doesn't mind.

<Axel Rosen> She retracts her finger again after she has taken her finger over top of one of his fangs. He can taste a slight bit of blood on his tongue as he drags it over his fangs. He then looks down at her, then to her finger. The blue hues look into her green eyes and places his hand on her free hand. A soft squeeze is to ensure her that he won't bite down unto her. His fingers cup at her hand and he runs his thumb over hers. He assumes her inspection of his teeth isn’t over.

<Catherine Nilson> She squeezes his hand and keeps a hold of it, staring at his mouth. "Okay, I'm done. Thank you." If she was a human, her heart would have been pounding. He's really quite the specimen, built to take down prey. But her interest in him is more than medical.

<Axel Rosen> Before his mouth shuts he allows each fang to retract itself down into the regular rounded teeth of a human counterpart. Now with his teeth regular, or as regular as they can be while tinted red, he scoots toward her, not removing his hand from hers and then looking to the head in the jar. "Gonna trophy all the kills?" He makes a joke, but it's something he's thought about doing himself from time to time.

<Catherine Nilson> She lets him scoot closer, their arms and entwined fingers form a thin barricade between them. "I've been thinking about it. Really I just like cutting them open. But I might keep something from them..." She squirms, "That sounded so weird. I'm like a serial killer now." Cat never would have thought, even in her days as a human gangster, that she would actually cut up heads and entertain thoughts about harvesting their eyes.

<Axel Rosen>"Once dead, for me at least, humans lose all interest", his eyes glance to her and then he thinks for a second, "I like my humans to be lively when I cut into them, when I cut them open, for them to let me feel their pain." Cat says she says something about keeping something from them and then he rolls his shoulders a little bit, not moving too much as he doesn't want to upset any comfort that she has. "What is it that you keep from them?" A thought comes to mind, "If we don't kill together, would you like me to bring you the heads of a few of my victims, when I can manage it?"

<Catherine Nilson> "Sure," She says with her usual reserved brand of cheerfulness, then thinks for a minute, staring at him. "Hmm, I guess it's not the humans that I like, it's the parts of them. Doc has books where you label the inner ear, or the nervous system, or the eye, or the heart... It's fun to find that stuff in real life instead of those illustrations. But I wouldn't mind if somebody was alive when I was doing it, I guess. As long as you kept them from moving around too much for me."

<Axel Rosen> This idea intrigues him and he turns a little bit to face her. His eyes look into hers, making sure to keep contact. "It's a date." He doesn't really specify, but yet he hopes that she understands him. Opening his mouth he decides that he should probably explain and they should plan it out a little bit better. "When we get the chance, to find a living human out alone somewhere, I'll hold them down for you." Maybe the idea would entice her?

<Catherine Nilson> She sits up straighter, leaning closer to him. "You'd do that for me? Thanks." The only outward indication of her tremendous excitement are that her eyes are lit up and focused instead of dazed and distracted, and her lips are upturned in a heartfelt smile. The smile quickly fades, though, replaced by a more serious expression. "I'll have to ask my vampire dad to use his lab. Nobody will find us there."

<Axel Rosen> Being that Axel has no issue with Doc, and rather finds the guy interesting and good for conversation, he just kind of shrugs at this. Not to mention he could see where she is coming from. If Jesse had a lab and he wanted to experiment he would rather ask his sire rather than find some random place. "The homeless would probably be a better one, someone no one would miss." The look of excitement makes him grin. "And yes, I would do that for you."

<Catherine Nilson> She is going to have to decide what part of the human to dissect, and prepare her tools, and plan carefully. "Okay." A homeless waste of skin drug addict, whose relatives and friends had given up on him, who lived to distract himself from how much things sucked now. It's perfect. Cat squeezes his hand, searching her brain and making preparations. There would be silence. "Want to watch some TV?" It wouldn't be long before dawn, but they still had some time.

<Catherine Nilson> Looking to the television then down to his watch he looks back to the television again. His hand squeezes hers, "Shouldn't I be going before sunrise?" He asks because it is getting rather close to when the sun would come up and he's not sure that they've gotten to the point in their relationship that she is comfortable with him staying, if even on the couch. Tilting his head to the side he waits for her response, and keeps his hand into hers.

<Catherine Nilson> She sighs, lips upturning sadly. Yes, when she was sad she tended to smile. "I guess." She doesn't want him to go, but it's the smart thing to do. Besides, he will likely be bored when Cat zones out. She runs her thumb across his, then lets go.

<Axel Rosen> "Don't worry. I'll call tomorrow." His heels press against the floor of her apartment and push up so that he stands in a fluid manner. Once he is erect, standing straight up, he realizes that he is still without a shirt on, and putting the one covered in watered down blood would still go rather unwell. Gratefully he only lives a short ways away and can walk between alleyways to get there rather than on the streets, which was his plan to begin with. Even if they don't do anything the next night, he'd still call her just to show that the interest hasn't just been ephemeral.

<Catherine Nilson> "See you later Axel," she says pleasantly, staring at the television and contemplating the best dissection ever.