Catanova Hall (Reboot) discussion

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Tatia plopped down on her bed. It was a long day. She began to remove her huntress suit hanging it up in the large walk in closet on her side of the room. She changed into her night gown, waiting patiently for Ceryan to arrive.

Cervantes knocked on the dorm room door, a little anxious to see what she had in store. His leather gear was light, and had chainmail on the upper arms. He liked how he felt as he wore it, and he felt a strange confidence when he felt the smooth, forgiving leather shift with his movements. He stood half a step backwards from the door, rubbing his left collar bone with his right hand

Tatia opened the door when she heard a sharp knock, and smiled when she saw Ceryan at the door. "Hello again. Come inside- I have tea brewing." She turned around and walked towards the kettle. She loved that the dorm rooms were luxurious, as they had a small stove and sink area for making tea or small meals. She poured herself a cup of tea and sat down on her bed raising her eyebrows at Ceryan expectantly.

"You didn't strike me as one for tea" he said stepping inside to get a feel for the room. She kept it tidy and neat, unlike her thoughts, and it made him smile a little. "May I?" He asked her, signalling towards the tea pot as he made a small move in its direction. He wanted to just get the pleasantries out of the way and get down to why she wanted him here, but he knew how it all worked. Her territory, her decision

Tatia became serious, setting down her cup of tea on her bedside table. She glared at him. "I asked you this once before and you didn't give me a serious answer... What are you doing here?" She wondered if like her, he was hiding a dark secret, one that would have her killed if any of the leaders of Catanova found out.

"I'm here at be an advocate for an egotistic patriarch of a insignificant family from an insignificant city from an insignificant country. There's not much to tell. Those are my more... Official motives." He said, pouring his tea as he spoke. He made sure not to look her in the eye, he knew he'd be figured out if he'd made eye contact as he said the preceding comments. "I never asked about you, Tatia. What brings you here? Why ship yourself thousands of miles away from where you're comfortable? I can see it in the way you act. It's a façade."

Tatia tilted her head to the side and narrowed her eyes. She was intrigued. She knew he was hiding something more, but decided not to push it for now. She shrugged. "I guess you could call what I'm doing here an extended vacation. Frankly, I'm looking for someone important. I have business with them, but this person seems to be able to elude everyone... Including myself." Tatia laughed internally. It doesn't help that she looks exactly like me either, she thought.

"Looking for someone? I didn't realise you were a bounty hunter. Why is this person important?" He said, completely aware that asking about it so bluntly was Impromptu, but he sipped his tea as a way of making it seem as if that fact wasn't important to him. "Is it possible that I've encountered them?"

Tatia smiled. "It's.... possible. And no I'm not a bounty hunter. I guess you could say it's more of a personal mission." She winked at him. She picked up her tea, sipping it and trying to buy herself some time. She knew she would have to ask him for help eventually, but when was the only thing she wasn't sure of.

"You still didn't answer me: why is this person important?" He said, putting down his tea so she knew he wasn't asking just to make small talk. "I don't generally liked being looked at like I'm a piece of meat, either. And the look in your eye as you do unsettles me slightly" he admits. It was a typical persuasion tactic, admitting weakness makes someone more believable as a person, and more trust worthy, meaning people are more likely to confide in them

Tatia was beginning to get aggravated that he wouldn't play along with her little game, but she tossed her hair and sighed, giving in. "That person is Katerina Petrova-my doppelgänger. She looks exactly like me- and the essence of her soul is cloned from mine." She looked at him, scares out of her mind for telling someone, but keeping a confident and sassy look on the outside. She laughed. "Only difference is I'm prettier..." She stood up walking across the room as she talked prepared to attack of the next words she said triggered anything in Ceryan. "And about 400 years older." She smiled at him, letting her fangs show. She held her breathe, preparing for the worst.

"You've been round the block a few times then, huh?" He said simply. Taking a final sip from his tea. "I appreciate the effort you went to for the dramatic reveal, but given what you've already shown me, I'd figured it out. You're playing a dangerous game, wandering straight into the lion's den, consider this den in particular has very little vacancies." He observes, referring to the school as the den and the students that would itch to kill her as the lions, and that this den was particularly full. Ceryan draws his sword from the scabbard at the side, and tosses it onto the floor between them, putting his tea cup back by the teapot, making sure she knew he wasn't gonna attack. Yet

Tatia smiled. Licking her lips in a seductive yet threatening way, teeth now fully bared. "So you so say you figured me out. Please. You can't honestly tell me that from one look you knew that this sexy girl you just met wasn't a girl at all but a scary monster!" She wiggled her fingers as she said this, mocking him. She because serious again and sighed. "So now you know... Are you going to kill me? If so let me know so I change out of this nightgown." She winked at him, knowing her attitude would get her in trouble one day, but not really caring at the moment.

"I could smell it on you. Why do you think I pointed you out to the guys in the lunch hall? If they were entranced by you, which they were, it'd confirm what I suspected. I don't see many Eastern European girls sparked a response in guys like that. Unless they're blonde, which you aren't. I've been around vampires a lot, I was raised by one... Was disowned by one... Got sent here by one. Please don't tell me I need to fill the gaps myself" he sighed, pouring more tea into the cup he'd finished a minute or two beforehand

Tatia sighed, and mentally told her fangs to retract. She calmed herself down, straightening out her nightgown, she sat down across from Ceryan. Tatia smiled. "You were sent here by a vampire? What possible business could one of my kind want here? Besides myself of course." She flipped her dark locks over her shoulder, and yawned, realizing she was exhausted.

"My family is a strong force behind the school of thought that vampires should be subjects of careful and... Selective breeding. Commonly, we're renowned hunters of vampires. Inwardly, we remove the scum that forms in the vampire gene pool. I'm making sure that this practice is carried out in other places, or at least I should be. I personally don't follow the same train of thought that my father does" he says, taking the first sip from his new cup of tea

Tatia nodded her head, genuinely interested in Ceryan's explanation. "Interesting. So what is the name of this vampire who sent you here? And why have you take such a sudden interest in me?" Tatia stood up, suddenly realizing that Ceryan could have been sent to kill her. She bared her fangs and her eyes glowed bright green. She breathes heavily, and then realized she leaned all the way across the table, showing the top of her breasts. She looked down and laughed, calming down a bit. "Ahhh, now I realize why your so interested." She leaned back a bit, trying to pull herself together, but still on guard all the while.

"You invited me for tea" he said plainly, taking another sip. "Emmanuel Basadona. My father. I'm here in his request. I represent his interest in England, and keeling the bloodlines here pure. Nothing glamorous, nothing dangerous. I'm simply here so vampire families know the Basadona's are interested in them. You seem awfully interested in someone who isn't even allowed to use his own surname" he says, putting down the cup. He was making sure he wasn't getting himself personally involved with her, and only told her about the official business. Personal affairs got messy very quickly

Tatia nodded and back away, content with his answer. She looked at him, realizing something. "I've heard of him. Wait... If your father is a vampire, how come I don't smell it on you? I've been around a long time. I know a fellow vampire when I see one. What are you?" She glared at him.

Tatia nodded and back away, content with his answer. She looked at him, realizing something. "I've heard of him. Wait... If your father is a vampire, how come I don't smell it on you? I've been around a long time. I know a fellow vampire when I see one. What are you?" She glared at him.

*backed away

"I told you that the person who raised me was a vampire, the person that disowned me was a vampire and the person that sent me here was a vampire. None of those people are my true parents. I'm the only son of my father that mist be referred to as 'Fu De Basadona'. I'm his son in spirit, not in biology. I'm human. I was hoping I'd be able to solve that, however." He said, stating one of his foremost intentions. The biggest reason he was at this school

Tatia yawned yet again. The overwhelming amount of information was making her exhausted. "This is going to be one hell of a year. Honestly, I wonder how we got here sometimes. Hell sometimes I even miss being human." She laughed. She knew deep down that really wasn't true. After all, her short human life had been miserable.

"Tired?" He asked, noticing she took info from him and chamber the subject, as if in hopes that Ceryan didn't pry like she did "so, now I demand a price for what I told you" he says, pushing his finished tea to the side

Tatia giggled. "You "demand" a price? What the hell does that mean?" she rolled her eyes and laid down on her bed, annoyed.

"It means you're in my debt. You owe me for what I told you" he said, picking up his sword and putting it back into its scabbard. He raised an eyebrow, wondering why she was acting the way she was

Tatia sighed. "What do you want me to do?" She sat up looking at Ceryan expectantly. She watched him out his sword away, and watched how gracefully the blade fit into his hands.

"A man walks into a woman's bedroom and tells her she owes him something, you can take an educated guess." He says with a smirk "I'm joking I have no interest in that. If I need assistance, I'll call on you. And expect an answer"

((Sorry, didn't see this))

Tatia laughed. "It seems we have a deal." She held out her hand to shake his. She liked Ceryan, but inside she felt weary about his request. Not that she would show it.

He firmly gripped her hand, tensing his arm slightly as he felt the chill of her skin, though it was most likely just in his head "I'll be calling on you when I need at ally"

Tatia nodded. "I understand. I'll be seeing you Ceryan." She got up, and as she did brushed his shoulder with her own, and it felt electric. She opened the door to show him out, with her usual sarcastic smirk on her face. "Watch out for monsters. The Dark is a dangerous place." She winked.

"I've walked through things darker, and I'm still here" he remarked, briskly walking out of her room, shooting a final glance at her as he turned the corner, winking slightly

Tatia woke up the next morning still grinning. Then, she realized it was time for class. She quickly got ready, choosing a deep purple dressing gown for the day, and added a hat to accent her beautiful dark hair.

Ceryan strolled up to the door, briskly knocking on it, nit even sure she Tatia was ready. With four deft knocks he took half a step back from the door. He knew she wasn't expecting him, but he owed it to her to treat her like a lady a little after last night

Tatia opened the door, and smiled. She knew she looked fabulous. Her red dress hugged every curve of her perfect body, and brought out the beautiful olive tone in her skin. Around her neck, she wore the Petrova Jewels, which she had had made into a necklace. It accented the low cut of her dress, and brought out the sparkle in her eyes. "Good evening Ceryan. You look dashing."

"I've made myself very aware" he said, being mockingly arrogant. "I'd hate it if I didn't have the chance to see you tonight, and k didn't want to run the risk of anyone else grabbing you before I could. You look beautiful, Tatia. Shall we?" He said, offering his left arm to her. His eyes wandered up and down her slightly, not dwelling too long on on observing her dress, as it was inappropriate on a night that called for class

Tatia smiled and took his arm. "We shall." She walked out with Ceryan eager for this night to begin.

As they walked up to the dormitory door, Katherine knew she only had a small amount of time before Tatia woke up and came to warn Ceryan. She knew she had to turn him before that happened. "So are you ready?" She opened the door and pulled Ceryan inside with her.

((Is Katherine gonna turn him or will Tatia come in just in time?))

He smiled, a little nervous. "In truth, I'm nervous. I know that isn't a good frame of mind to be in for the change, but I can't help it. I know it's the right decision, but I'm not sure how I'll cope afterwards"

((You'll just have to wait and see. LOL))

Katherine smiled, trying to look sympathetic. She tapped her foot a little, knowing they were running out of time. She looked into his eyes and stroked his cheek, trying to calm him down. "Shhh. It will be alright love. You know the steps. I will feed on you until you are almost bled dry, and then you will drink from me, and sleep. If you wake up, you have turned, and The Change has accepted you." She felt her fangs slide out, already eager for fresh blood.

"Love? Since when did you call me love? Tonight, since you went to get air, has probably been the longest you've gone without smirking or flicking your hair. This isn't the usual Tatia façade" he said, a little curious as to why she as behaving this way

Katherine kept her cool. She knew Tatia well, but she knew she wouldn't have every movement down. She flipped her hair and laughed. "I'm just anxious to start. I don't want anything to go wrong. I want you to be perfect." She smiled. "I mean I want it to be perfect." She tilted his head to the right a little, examining the perfect vein of his neck. She licked her lips, ready to drink.

He put his hand in hers, and moved it away from his head so he could make it straight again "y'know there's a chance that my body will reject your blood, right?" He said, making sure every condition and risk was said out loud

Katherine was getting extremely impatient with him now. She thought to herself, This is what Tatiana has to deal with all the time? Maybe I don't have to torture her after all...She raised her eyebrows at him and gave him a half-hearted grin. "Yes. There is always a chance of that. But putting it off won't cure that risk."

"Technically, as my body gets more used to yours, and my immune system experiences you more and more, there's less chance of a rejection" he said, biting his lip slightly, hoping she'd get what he was implying they do beforehand

((OH SHITTT! LOL))

Katherine was surprised. She smiled widely, her plan suddenly coming to full force. She would not only turn Tatia's little play thing, she would sleep with him too. She thought the poor thing deserved it after sleeping with Tatia. She ripped his shirt off, using a bit of her extra strength as it was tough material and more than one layer. "Hope you didn't need that." She winked, and passionately kissed him.

"I can get a replacement" he said, kissing her back as he fumbled with the back of her dress, loosening it as much as he could without full concentration. "You're awfully aggressive, not like last night" he said taking a little more control as he pushed her towards his bed slightly

Katherine laughed at that. She knew Tatia was never a match for her in anyway, especially in the bedroom. She lowered herself to the bed, allowing him to have a little control back. After all, she would have it all later. She pulled his face down to kiss him, wanting him to stop talking so much. She loved the sound of her own voice, but not so much others.

((We can just skip till after))