Curiosity

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She'd meant to check out Ragnarok anyway.

The upper level of the attraction was a haunted house, and Theresa entertained herself by trying to tell what species some of the staff might be. She even struck up idle conversation with a couple of them. When the vampire was pointed towards the entrance to the lower level, she descended the stairs, then paused at the bottom step.

She didn't even know if Katherine would show up or was going to be around. The other vampire had seemed like the secretive type, but Theresa's curiosity was piqued enough that she at least wanted to have a look around.

There was a bar, and she ordered three shots of tequila. She would hang out and see what happened. There were worse ways to kill a night.

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Theresa had heard about Searchlight, but she was more of a city type/ Psychic energy didn't interest her and she wasn't superstitious. So she'd stay in Vegas and do her thing, thank you very much.

"I don't know," she told the other vampire. "Maybe. I'm still sort of new to the area, but Las Vegas isn't that much different than Hollywood. I'm still networking, I guess you'd call it."

It wasn't that she didn't like working at the Dive. Mike was a nice guy, and he'd given her a break when she'd asked for it. And the new year's show was shaping up to be a success. But there was no law against moonlighting, right?

"I'm not exactly combat-ready," she said. "But I deal with people a lot, both over the phone and in person. Like...an agent. Or something."

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Katherine just gave her a look.

"You got turned combat-ready," she dead-panned. "What, you don't practice? Neither do rattlers."

It was spoken with a little shrug given at the end. The elder brunette quirking features, as if to infer the girl needed to look in the mirror. A proverbial one, anyway, given their lack of reflection. Not that Theresa was a first. Sometimes you came across someone who didn't realise their own talents. Something the mortal and undead world, alike, seemed to have in common.

"How long's it been?" Katherine asked, turning more squarely towards her. Brow raising enough to crease across forehead. "Since you lost a pulse? 'Cause I'm guessing not long..."

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"Five years."

Theresa didn't know what 'practice' meant. Killing at random was not her thing. She didn't even pick fights. It was better to be sneaky rather than over, at least in her opinion.

"I do feed on humans," she clarified. "But it's usually easier to let dinner come to me."

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Katherine had opened her mouth to say something, but there was something about the phrasing of Theresa's last. She fed on humans? Let them come to her? Katherine frowned. maybe it was intuition, but the choice of wording just seemed odd. Out of place, somehow.

"How'd you mean?"

'I do feed on humans'... Why would Theresa, a vampire, be telling her that? Could be nothing, but it was sticking in the elder brunette's mind.

"What was your last kill like?"

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Theresa blinked. That was an unexpected question. Her expression turned inwards as she called up the memory.

"He wasn't that much bigger than me," she said reflectively. "Early twenties, but small for his age. I pinned him down with my knee and dragged his head back so hard that some of his hair came out. He cried the whole time. Before it was over, his bladder let go. I had to throw the jeans I was wearing away because I couldn't stand the piss smell."

With the exception of the urination, she'd re-enacted what Dane had done to her. The significance of that was too bizarre not to ponder. The diminutive vampire scowled.

"Is it normal to want to do something over and over, even if you don't actually do it? Not just killing, but anything?"

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There came a dark little giggle from the other vampiress. Being a nocturnal murderess meant gaining a lifetime's worth - sometimes several - of gallow's humour. The way people succumbed to fate as they were released into death... There was poetry to it, yeah. But also, a hell of a lot of toilet humour.

How someone pleaded for their life or refused to depart this mortal coil; there could be immense comedy value in that - and undeath had a way of teaching you how to appreciate it. Or at least, it did when you were a demon wearing someone's corpse. Even if your perspective and memories were those of that person.

That was why Katherine gave an eventual confused frown, expressed through her smile, at why the girl scowled.

"What... Like an obsession? Depends what it is... How'd you mean, like killing?"

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Theresa didn't know how to explain it, not in a way that made sense. Lust was recognizable to her, and therefore comfortable. If she ever ran into Deanna again, she was going to try harder to behave properly.

But she didn't know what the hell this thing with Maddy meant, if it meant anything. Wanting to bite and not stop was part of the overall condition of being a vampire, but she'd been avoiding killing for a while. She didn't even know why she wanted to know what it all meant. Maybe it didn't mean anything.

"Did you ever meet a human, and you just wanted so much to eat them, only it snuck up on you?" The shorter brunette folded her arms across her chest, leaving her latest set of shot glasses untouched. "It's like that."

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"Uhhh..."

Snuck up on you? Katherine half-winced in frowning confusion. She wasn't quite getting a handle on what the girl was inferring. She rubbed the back of her neck and made a noise, trying to figure this verbal puzzle out.

"Not really," the elder vampiress admitted. "Like... Suddenly realising they're bite-able? I don't get that, no... It's pretty obvious from the get-go, if I'm in that kind of a mood."

Maybe Theresa meant it in a different way, but Katherine could only interpret the statement as meaning some kind of a delayed hunger reaction and that wasn't something she could remember experiencing. Not sober, anyway.