A year ago. Salem, Oregon.
Katarina had to live isolated in the small village and move from country to country. In order to carry out her plan of vengeance against her sister, she made an effort to hide her whereabouts.
After she heard the news that Jovanka was alive and had a human immortal partner and a daughter with him, Katarina felt it was the right time to avenge the hatred that had been rooted in her heart for hundreds of years.
Katarina heard a knock on her door. She immediately snapped her fingers and transformed into a man wearing sunglasses. Katarina snapped her fingers once more. Her door opened and revealed a man wearing a tight leather jacket to cover his muscular body.
Behind her sunglasses, Katarina scrutinised the man standing before her. She exhaled a sigh of relief.
“It’s you; I thought it was someone else,” said Katarina as she transformed back into herself.
“You didn’t recognise my scent?” the man asked.
“I was out of focus, Hubert. You’re right, your scent is very strong; now I can feel it.”
“I have another goal for now.”
“And what is that?” asked Katarina, raising one eyebrow.
“Lord Mikael gave me orders to take you to France.”
Hubert’s words made Katarina curious. An honourable vampire like Mikael asked Katarina to come to his residence. Katarina chuckled sarcastically. She lifted her face to look at Hubert, who was waiting for her answer.
“Is he no longer able to bring out his fangs?”
“He wants to cover his tracks. Her three Elite hunters were already killed by that hybrid when they kidnapped the Luna.” Hubert menjelaskan lebih detail tentang situasi para vampir.
“Why should I help him?” I’m too busy to deal with werewolves; you know that, Hubert.”
“Because Luna is your kind, she’s half Veela.”
Katarina was shocked. She was gaping wide and couldn’t believe what she had just heard. Her memory went back to when she killed all the Veela, and Jovanka was still alive because of her healing abilities, so she managed to save herself.
She was close to her goal. Katarina smiled meaningfully. Without thinking, of course she would help Mikael for free because her revenge was about to begin.
“I agree to help Mikael, but do it my way. I don’t want any vampire, let alone werewolf, involvement in my plan.”
“I’ll tell him, what will you ask in return?” asked Hubert.
“I’ll do it for free because I’ve been waiting for this moment.”
“You look happy.”
“That’s for sure. Merlin’s beard, your scent is so strong. Are you teasing me on purpose, Hubert?”
“Yeah… you’re right I did. I haven’t fucked you in a long time because Mikael’s job is overwhelming. It’s only natural that I should recharge my batteries once in a while!” chuckled Hubert in a seductive tone.
With his vampire speed, Hubert walked over to Katarina and held her tightly. They moved so quickly that Katarina realised she was lying on the bed.
Katarina pulled Hubert by his scruff to kiss him. What started as a casual kiss turned into a French kiss as Katarina dipped her tongue and explored Hubert’s mouth. She sucked Hubert’s tongue gently as she wrapped her arms around his nape.
Both of them had removed their clothes. Their naked bodies were pressed together, and Katarina trembled slightly as Hubert’s cool skin touched hers.
Katarina kissed every part of Hubert’s body that she could reach. She licked, then sucked. Katarina heard a stifled moan from his mouth, making her explore every inch of his body even more vigorously.
Hubert didn’t stay still. He stroked Katarina’s shoulders, then reached down to squeeze Katarina’s breasts with both hands. At times, it was Katarina who took turns moaning as the tops of her breasts were sucked by Hubert. The man was doing it so wildly that Katarina was even more aroused.
Katarina felt something hard enter her. She also felt her sensitive parts begin to twitch as Hubert’s fingers slipped between their body links to play with her sensitive parts.
Hubert stimulated Katarina’s so that she moved faster and faster to match the movement of Hubert’s hips.
“Fuck! I want to come,” whispered Katarina as her eyes went out of focus.
As the peak of pleasure hit her hard, Katarina moaned loudly. Her body convulsed several times before relaxing again, while Hubert was still pumping her to reach his perfect peak of pleasure.
*
Paris, France.
“Good evening, Mikael, the vampire lord.”
“Bonne nuit, Katarina.”
“I suppose Hubert has told you what I need to do the mission you ordered.”
“Yes, and I agree. From what I’ve heard, you’ve always acted alone, so I understand that.”
“Alright, I will act immediately.”
The conversation between them was short-lived. Katarina followed the male vampire who cursed at the suit to follow her to the dining room. There, she already saw Hubert and several pairs of vampires.
Katarina sat on one of the chairs pulled by a vampire dressed as a waiter. The waiter did not show any facial expression as he helped her sit, unlike before Katarina arrived, when a smile graced his pale face.
Katarina began to savour the dishes served on the table. She was the only one eating at the table, while the others chatted and occasionally took a sip of wine to neutralise their thirst.
The dinner ended smoothly. For the rest of the night, Katarina slept in one of the vampire castle’s rooms to prepare all the accommodations needed for the trip to England.
*
Katarina chooses a hotel for her stay in England. She had to gather all the information about her target. She opened the brown envelope containing photos of her target and his loved ones.
Her eyes widened when she saw one of the photos on her bed. She focused on the blonde woman with emerald green eyes.
“Are you Jovanka’s descendant? You look so much alike.”
Katarina was bothered; she thought of her sister as soon as she saw the woman. She checked the other photos and read every profile detail about the woman’s significant other.
“Hmm. I can use this as a disguise.”
Katarina meditated on tracking down the target’s significant other. She planned everything as carefully as possible, even for the butterfly effect. She would not directly attack the target but lure her into defensive actions so that her trail would not be tracked; at least that was what Mikael had asked of her.
Katarina calculated the smallest possible chance of getting her target to come out of hiding. If she wanted to attack the werewolf, then she would have to keep her away from its territory.
Her eyes fell on one of the pictures of a beautiful woman with long black hair. Katarina scratched her palm with her dagger and dripped her blood on the picture.
“Sshh, it’ll take a lot of blood to track you down, miss.”
Her blood flowed on a piece of paper with a map of the area. Katarina watched the movement of her blood flow, and her gaze rested on the name of a region on the map.
“There you are!”