It was the closeness of her lips, along his temples, that caused her tear to speed up. The overwhelming feelings, merging into one full blown release, created a steady stream of tears that crept downwards. Her soft lips parted as a light whisper crept forth. "I'm sorry, my love...I'm so sorry. I vill avenge vou..." She whispered lightly, her lovely Russian accent thick and separated with the choking of tears and regret. How do you apologize, explain, to the person whom you care for so much, how sorry you are that you have the family that you do? How do you even begin to apologize for the torture they caused that love one? There were no amount of words she could use to express the feeling, the shame and guilt, she held. Instead, she could only cry. She could only hold him, in what little way she could, as she remained close to him.
Her breathing continued to rush along her chest, forcing it to rise and fall, only when she heard his voice, did her lids part, exposing her piercing blue orbs, as she lifted her lips from his temple. "Up..upyr..?" She whispered back, moving her orbs to watch as his very own duo hued ones parted. Her own lips formed the lightest of smiles as she began to cry more so. The tears simply clouded up her orbs completely. Luckily, she hadn't seen what would occur, or what was coming.
As her wrist remained along his swollen and sore lips, the sudden and awakening pain pressed against her flesh. The familiar piercing fangs brushed through her flesh. Naturally, that would hold, the feeding would be light and gentle but this time, this time it was different. Katarina's eyes widened greatly as she winced. "Upyr..." She called lightly, feeling the deepening of the feeding. Her eyes narrowed, the extent of how he fed on her caused her concern but, at the same time, she felt it was an appropriate action to take. her family had done this to him, had robbed him of the energy he held. Was it not the least she could do? She could never ask for enough forgiveness nor repay him enough for not giving her up.
The mortal's features continued to show the pain she felt and, yet, she remained still, allowing him to feed from the wound along her wrist. His fangs had dug deep within her wrist and she was beginning to lose an adequate amount of blood. Before her lips parted again, she felt an unseen force rip between her and Tyrell. "No!" Glancing, she caught the sight of Celeste pulling Tyrell away from her just as he began to tear a small chunk from her wrist.
"God damn it.." She called out just as Celeste was taking her wrist and wrapping it tightly. Katarina shook her head, sending her dark tendrils into a spin. "I'm...I'm fine. Get him back to the Inn as desrectly as vou can. Please." She asked, holding the fabric along her own wrist. She would deal with herself later. For now, her main concern was Tyrell. "Place him in my room, Celeste." She finished, moving to stand. Katarina braced herself lightly against her own leg as she moved to stand. "Let's go.." The Russian announced, moving away from the spot and, in hopes that Celeste would follow her as the trio headed back towards the Inn.