Katherine kept things surprisingly simple as far as her choice in decoration, feeling no real need to opt for the so-called finer things. It would surprise those who knew her because as a vampire she had so often picked the most lavish foreclosure to settle into whenever she blew into town. Perhaps her tastes were changing or maybe simply reverting back to the way they were centuries ago. Either way she supposed it didn't matter.?
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She walked into the small kitchen bending down to look the cabinet nearest the entrance. It only took a second of rummaging around for her to find the small box of medical supplies her benefactors had left behind. "These days...most men would either run or film the attack to be posted on Facebook later on."
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For now, she wouldn't comment on the fact most wouldn't lift a finger if it meant saving HER life because she wasn't exactly winning any popularity contests in Mystic Falls nor did she particularly care to. Okay, so, maybe that was stretching the truth a little but she'd never admit to it.?
Kat