How Kat had failed to notice the wound was lost upon me entirely I mean from the amount of wounds she must have had in her time you'd think she'd notice when one wasn't behaving as it should? Then again, I suppose, I only noticed because I'd been so worried about my Artic Snow limited edition bathmat and the blood she was staining it with to actually analyse the wound at all. My features frowning slightly the closer I got, some part of me holding a probably irrational fear that some sort of germ might leap out and assault me and yet even that was forgotten in the wake of my curiosity for her arm. The edges of it were odd, almost as if they'd started to heal faster than the rest and yet what was more curious then that was the fact her arm had all but stopped bleeding from the areas that, well, it should still be bleeding from. In fact, her blood almost seemed to be clotting at some sort of superhuman or rather- super hunter rate. I mean I know we heal but even this was beyond that, my finger moving to press softly at the edges of the wound if only to see if I could encourage it to bleed, the response lazy at best before Kat suddenly jerked her arm away with a hiss, my own eyes rolling slightly and yet not without affection. She'd been bitten by a Were Oberman or a Weirdo Man or something and the press of my finger was what made her flinch, one eye lifting up slightly in disbelief though I made no effort to try again. My features frowning slightly in consideration as to just what exactly this thing was that had bitten her.

"What's a Doberman?"

I never had a pet alright? The names of individual dog breeds were hardly my concern. The words were barely free of my lips along with my observation on just why her wound was behaving so oddly when she seemed pale if only slightly before shaking her head, asking me to tell her instead, before asking what vampire spit did. The look on my face was, well, maybe not one of my better looks. My features shifting between concern and some level of horror as I attempted to piece together exactly what she was saying, gaze flicking from her arm to her own eyes and back again. God the thought was almost...sickening. Vampires, I suppose, my least favoured of the species if only because of the....pointed teeth thing. They were far to like needles in my opinion and yet it was hardly for that reason I felt a flicker of something almost akin to anger stir within myself. I was...possessive, I suppose, even if I tried not to show it. Kat was well, the best thing I had, my girlfriend and the idea another man might have-----I don't know, bitten her or had his mouth on any part of her was horrific. I shifted slightly, working to control my own features, forcing something akin to a look of mild concern onto my face before regarding her again.

"I thought you said a Doberman bit you? Was it a vampire Doberman? Kat- how many fights did you get into tonight?"

Wasn't one bad enough? I glanced away once more trying to hide that, I don't even know what, disappointment I suppose. Not in her, not really, I can't blame her for what she does and it was selfish I suppose for me to try and stop her and yet was it selfish, really- to want her alive? Any mention of vampires and Were-whatever's was forgotten rather abruptly at that mention of the first aid kit I knew well I had and yet went to all possible lengths to avoid the vast majority of the time. I suppose, for her sake, I could retrieve it. It took barely a moment to pluck it from beneath the linen cupboard, moving to hand it towards her before smoothly pulling it away, the quizzical look upon her features seeing a lopsided grin return to her own. Demanding she promise me something first before my lips found her own- and just like that so many things hardly seemed to matter anymore. I should be ashamed, really, of how quickly my thoughts turned to just what else I could do with her here and now. The bath had a rim of just the right height- I'm entirely assured I could do something with that, my teeth brushing against her lip as those very thoughts seemed to overtake just about everything else. How opposed would she be to sharing a bath?

I was, well, emotional I suppose- or something like that- really that was the only thing I could think of to explain those words that left my lips or more correctly that one word. I cut myself off well before she had any chance too. For the first time in my life I had exactly nothing to say, handing her that first aid kit in a sort of odd stupefied silence. Kat staring at me in a fashion almost as stunned. I suppose then, based on this reaction, she hadn't failed to hear me. A part of myself so attempting to find something, anything to say that might brush that word away or somehow explain that slip of my tongue even if it was entirely true and yet another part of me was, well, waiting. Wasn't she supposed to say it back? Isn't this how it goes? She turned to put that kit on the sink, facing the wall for what im going to assume is a slightly unhealthy amount of time and yet how would I know? Telling people I love them isn't the greatest of my talents. In fact, I'd spent a life time avoiding saying it. She sighed at last, some ridiculous part of my heart almost skipping a beat. It was strange really- I had no idea what I wanted to hear from her, not really, not until......she didn't say it. Kat staring at her arm or the floor or anything accept me.

I think I nodded, I'm not even really sure, my mind refusing to think on a logical scale as I moved to step out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I stood there for a minute, maybe two, wandering almost numbly back into the bedroom to snatch my phone from beside my bed. It was something to do I suppose, my mind eternally busy and this time so desperately seeking to distract itself from that fucking stupid thing I'd said. That by far the most awkward moment we'd ever had and it was entirely my doing. It took barely a few moments to find what I was looking for, eyes scanning briefly over it before I wandered back to the bathroom, leaning back against the wall beside it.

"Kat?"

I paused a moment, assuring she'd heard me before I continued, my voice seeming to lack any true tone, reading from my phone screen.

"I accessed the Council database it says vampires have two kinds of saliva, one that clots blood and stops bleeding that they usually use after feeding to close a wound, they have another type that activates as soon as they bite, it stimulates blood flow. It also says some vampires have venom they inject while feeding but it depends on the vampire as to what it does, if anything. I guess the one that attacked you must have been closing the wound. The council recommends you use water as hot as you can stand to flush the wound out of any saliva and to let it bleed again freely for a few seconds to eliminate possible infection."

Well- she'd asked me what vampire spit did didn't she? Although why a vampire would close the wound of someone its attacking I don't know. Maybe he didn't know what he was doing? I guess it hardly matters now. I hardly cared about vampires in the least and yet saying something was better than nothing right? I lent back against the wall, arms folding across my chest with little else to do but wait, some sort of bizarre, sinking feeling sitting in my stomach while some sort of fist had a vice-like grip inside my chest. What if she said nothing? What the hell did it mean then?

"Are you done?"

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