I think I managed something almost akin to a dubious look at her mention off the capabilities of my own weapon and its ability to be small enough that some creatures, in the least, might not even realise they've been shot with it. That sharp, short sting all that gave away its use and yet I was fairly sure I'd know about it, much less feel it. Still, she'd somehow managed to entrap me with my own words and I have to say I admire the tenacity even if I hardly admired the subject, so to speak. I was mostly sure my ass was far, far too fine a thing to have pointed darts tossed at it, even for practice. What? It's a really nice ass. Believe me, I've seen it more then once in the mirror- I might have also been told....once or twice. My eyes rolling all the same with that good natured ease as I lay back on the bed.

"I do have faith in my weapons, I suppose."

It was an almost reluctant admittance really, a part of me half anticipating she actually might want to toss the dart at me just to see if it did anything. Her utter adoration for weapons knew no bounds even if I somehow doubted she'd actually shoot me. Still, any and all thoughts of weapons had a habit of feeling my mind in the wake of her hand finding that all-too sensitive place on myself once more. Her fingers coaxing a soft groan of appreciation from me as that length readily responded to her touch all over again. Maybe it had only been about ten minutes but I was mostly sure I could go again if given the chance. That very suggestion leaving my lips all the same as Kat near playfully humoured me. Was that a no? How unfortunate. Although I suppose if she let me take her again we'd never actually get out of bed. Not that I saw anything wrong with that. Kat slightly less inclined to sleep in no matter how much I attempted to explain its glorious benefits. The mention of that mail falling from my lips all the same. No part of my mind truly making that connection between her address and my address being the same thing in that moment. It's early ok? I just figured for whatever reason she got that stuff sent here instead off her own place. How was I to know she'd sold her place weeks ago? I suppose I sort of just become used to the fact that she....lived with me. We'd never talked about it or anything. It had just happened and honestly, I liked it.

Kat rolled out of my grasp then and onto her feet to begin dressing, another groan forced from my lips at her absence and the fact she apparently felt the need to put on clothing. Shame that. Kat wandering from the room then and into the office where I'd left that mail, my own form rolling from the bed then to pull my own clothing into place, that sudden gasp from the other room seeing my gaze lift. Honestly how bad a bill could it be to make her gasp? Unless it was ten billion dollars I was fairly sure we could cover it, my figure striding easily into that room then only to find Kat staring at that pile of papers and photographs like it was toxic. That look on her face one I'd never quite seen before as something inside me.....tightened.

It was easy to close that distance between myself and the table, my hand reaching out for those photographs and accompanying card with those two printed words, the blue gold of my gaze running over picture after picture of Kat and her hunting and our house and....me. It was almost like some part of my mind was slow to process it. The idea of a stalker was just so.....ridiculous in every fashion. Kat had no jealous ex-lovers and if it was someone out to get me then they sure as hell wouldn't have addressed the envelope to Kat or taken pictures off her hunting. As if trying to prove they knew.....exactly where she was all the time. They knew better then I did. Hell, they knew where I was. My mind practically whirling in that moment as I dropped those pictures back on the desk. Alright. I could handle this right? It had to be some....supernatural creature looking for vengeance or something. I'd damn well known nothing good would come from this Hunting business and yet even I knew it was hardly the time for that argument. A part of me simply wanting to keep Kat safe. To chase that look of fear from her face even if we both knew the real fighter between us was her. Still, I had to do something. The police handled this sort of stuff right? Her Hunter Council could probably do something too. Was she hyperventilating? One hand reached easily for her arm then, my fingers pressing against her warm skin as I attempted that lopsided smile all the same.

"Are you alright? Don't worry, the police can handle this im sure and this apartment has security I designed myself, no one can get in, I promise."

I put every bit of confidence I could into those words as if it might convince me as much as it did her. Some part of me taking that step forward as she seemed to threaten to fall apart. That sudden apology on her lips momentarily saw my features frown as she stepped back in some attempt to gather herself. She had nothing to be sorry for. It was hardly liked she mailed herself photographs of, well, herself. Those tears suddenly starting to fall silently down her face then. I don't remember the last time I saw her cry. Kat didn't cry. That tight feeling threatening to constrict my own throat then as I reached for her once more.

"Darling, why are you crying? Everything will be alright."

Surely it couldn't be all that bad, could it? Did she know something I didn't? My words soft all the same as I attempted that almost shaky smile once more, lashing of that golden brown hair falling it my eyes as I shook it aside. Kat shaking her head suddenly as she backed away toward the bedroom, declaring the police a bad idea because it was supernatural and 'on her'. What the hell did that mean? Suddenly she was in the bedroom then, my feet following her almost numbly as she suddenly started to dress all over again. Kat reaching for those weapons then to begin sheathing them in every place she could possibly fit one, my mind still struggling to comprehend exactly what I was seeing. My words, somehow, managing to find their way to my lips.

"Kat? What are you doing? Where are you going? You can't go hunting now, don't be ridiculous for heaven sakes!"

Either she didn't hear me or she decided not to answer, Kat moving around me as if I didn't exist. A part of me entirely tempted to reach out and attempt to stop her as she suddenly paused at the door, her head turned over her shoulder to look at me. Declaring I wouldn't understand. That look of confusion surely clear on my face once more. I didn't mean for those words to sound angry, that fear and confusion somehow shifting that tone.

"Damn right I don't understand, your not telling me anything! Your just....just flying around our bedroom packing bloody weapons! Kill him? Who the hell are you going to kill? Who is he? What's happening?"

It was like some sort of bizarre dream or really, really unpleasant nightmare. That utter shock still present on my features, any other words I'd been about to say abruptly cut short as she turned to stride back towards me, her arms suddenly thrown around me as my own wrapped instinctively around her. That kiss was almost fierce and in that moment I hardly knew what to do other then kiss her back with every bit of that love I had for her. As if somehow that might...make her stay. I knew she was leaving- and not just for the day. She wasn't going to come home tonight. My breathing was almost as ragged as her own as she pulled away, her head resting against mine, those whispered words almost ceasing that breath entirely as she stepped away. That was only the second time, in the years we'd been together that she'd ever said those words.....so why did it feel like the last?

"Kat....wait...."

Those words were barely a whisper. She was already halfway out that front door. I didn't even remember following her and yet somehow I was standing in that doorway all the same. Watching her walk away. I don't know what I wanted to say I was confused and angry and afraid and everything in between. Somehow I doubted anything I would have said would have made her turn around. I wanted to know when she was coming home and where she was going and who the hell she wanted to kill and what I was supposed to do while she was gone. Sit home and wait? It was too much. Those thoughts clouding my mind until I could barely think. I didn't want her to leave. I couldn't lose her. She was the only thing.....I'd ever really had. Somehow I managed those words all the same, just loud enough for her to hear, after all- they were the truest words I knew and if they didn't stop her then nothing would.

"I love you too. I always have, I always will."

.....and just like that, she walked away.

I don't even know how long I stood there after that. All I remember was the rain. Maybe I should have been glad for it. It made that wetness on my cheeks look like rain instead.


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