Catherine had needed this time, to herself for a long time. Her fledgling only though of bedding her, she couldn't find any of her friends and she felt alone. It was odd, she had never quite felt that way and it irritated her, to finally fell that way. All the friends she had made over the years here had vanished and left or had better things to do. While all she had was a sexual and possessive fledgling. The joys of siring.

Catherine had decided that on this night she would go shopping. She knew that the stores would be closed, yet she needed to keep herself busy, thinking about Julian would only end up driving her mad. She also needed to get out of his apartment, even if he wasn't there, she felt the loneliness keenly. So tonight there was going to be no mopping about and no worrying, she had to keep herself in check and try to be happy. How does on stay happy when there was nothing to feel happy about?

She smoothed out her skirt and walked among the empty stores and the empty mall, enjoying the peacefulness, but knew that something was missing. She didn't want to be alone she wanted company, yet a part of her didn't want too much company. Another person would be perfect right about now. She let out a low sigh and wondered if she should simply leave.

Faith stalked the empty mall, the silence eerie and serene to her ears. She liked the solitude, no, that was a lie, she lived solitude she did not like it. Being alone had kept her alive for the past centuries, it kept her from the swords of the human mob and the fangs of her fellow immortals. Yes, on her arrival she had met one who thought that all immortals welcomed others with open arms, but she knew better. She knew the beasts that lived within each of them and that it should be feared by human and vampire alike.

She walked the empty expanse that by day was swarmed with warm-blooded humans. She walked past a children’s store with its toys and baby items. She remembered as a child she wanted to be a mother, but that was before he came and took her away, before he changed her, before he took her innocence. At least the horrors of him were not forever, for then there was Armand and he gave her a new life, a life that would last forever if she took care, and she could make the pain go away over the centuries that she would live…but so far it had not abated.

She had sired none in her long life, nor would she. She was safe behind her impenetrable wall of hate and anger. Wasn’t she? She took a seat on a nearby bench thinking of him, of Armand. She could see his face still; taste his blood…the sweetest fire in her mouth. He had died for her, to protect her. It had been her fault. A tear of blood ran down her cheek and landed on the back of her hand. She stared at it, she hadn’t cried in over two hundred years, it felt strange to her to feel something like this, especially now.

She comforted herself in her native tongue, a language she hadn’t heard in centuries, as she wiped the crimson from her eyes and licked it from her fingers. It was then she heard the sigh as someone closed in on her. Her head snapped towards the sound as her eyes turned red out of habit and fear. Who was she? What was she doing there? Faith watched her with wary eyes.

Catherine was annoyed with herself. It seemed that she couldn't spend a single night without thinking of him and wondering what he was doing. She wanted to reach out and help him, yet he thought and she knew that he had to figure this out on his own. She wondered if he would ever control the beast that was in him. It had never hurt her to the point where she could barely walk or where it really hurt, she was smarter than that and she had stayed alive thanks to that. She simply missed him.

Hr eyes caught movement and she turned to the sitting vampire, curiosity on her face and wondering if perhaps she could talk to her. She approached slowly, feeling the fear through her telepathic bond. She stopped about two feet away from the woman. She hesitated, this one was older than her and it would do no good if she scared her. It would do nothing at all. She didn't have a death wish. "I'm not going to hurt you." She paused and then continued. "My name is Catherine what's yours."

Faith looked at the female vampire, she was younger than she was and that alone gave her some ease. She called herself Catherine and attempted to soothe Faith with her assurance that she was not going to hurt her. Faith stood, her eyes till fixed on the vampire before her.

“I’m…” she hesitated before giving her name. “…Faith.” She looked at her quizzically. “What do you want Catherine?” she asked calmly, her blood tears gone and her eyes bright and alert. She didn’t mind prying into other’s minds and she could sense no danger from this vampire. Perhaps her fear was linked to sex, that was definitely the case, and Catherine being a woman formed less hatred and fear in Faith’s heart than if she had been a man.

She looked at the woman’s clothing; it was fashionable yet simple for any occasion. Faith wore black, a flowing skirt and form fitting blouse. Her skin was as a mortal’s tanned and almost alive. She looked around her, trying to sense any other vampires nearby, she could feel some faintly, meaning they were some distance away. For now it was the two of them, women of the night and fang.

“What brings you to the mall? Shopping for shoes?” she teased. Faith was not usually a kidder, especially not with other vampires, but this woman gave her nothing to be afraid of. She could kill her, she was sure but she had no desire to…at the moment.

Catherine felt no malice from the other woman, yet she knew that if she had to flee she could. She had fed earlier tonight and she wasn't a simpering vampires that couldn't take care of herself. "It's a pleasure to meet you Faith." Catherine was usually a lot more of a talker yet around this older vampire, she hesitated. She didn't want to say something that could be out of line.

Catherine was startled. What did she want? She honestly didn't know what she wanted. One moment she was happy and in love and in the flash on an instant she had a blood-sucking, wanting to dominate her, vampire boyfriend. She wanted everything to go back to normal, yet she doubted that that would ever happen.

Catherine smoothed out her skirt again. It was black, yet it flowed all the way down to her ankles and allowed her freedom of movement. The top was a dark green and it emphasized her auburn hair.

"I'm getting away from it all and trying to find a positive outlook on my life." Despite the teasing tone in the other's voice, she had answered seriously. It was truly that that she needed to see. She didn't even now if her life was worth living, as long as Julian was alive, beyond that well she couldn't tell.

Faith smiled at Catherine’s greeting. “Pleasure to meet you too Catherine,” she said calmly as she once again too a seat, crossing her legs elegantly over each other. Faith had met few vampires, older than she was and those who were younger were not nearly so polite. Perhaps this Catherine had more sense than to anger another vampire as old as herself. She was very smart.

Faith sensed Catherine’s surprise at her question. Was it such an odd one? What did she want? She was strolling through an empty mall; no one did that, not even vampires unless they had a reason. An empty mall had no humans to feed on, which meant Catherine was there for other reasons, reasons that might match Faith’s. She was curious. Her dark hair that fell around her shoulders only made Faith’s appearance more sinister in nature, though appealing at the same time. To a mortal eye she was attractive and harmless, but to another vampire, she was not so. Appearances truly were deceiving.

She laughed. She didn’t mean to but she did; a hearty laugh. “I’m sorry did you say a positive outlook on life?” the comment was hilarious. “Is there something positive about life Catherine?” she questioned. She may have been laughing but she was dead serious. What was so wonderful about life? “Come now? Tell me truthfully, is life truly a cloud with a silver lining? If so, tell me where to find it for I have no knowledge of its existence.”

Her smile faded. “Do not look for better times young one. Accept things as they are.” Her tone was calm and serious.

Catherine had been brought up in her vampire years as a noble, therefor she acted like one and strived to be one. In a nobles world, you always paid respect to head of families and older people. Even though most mortals were younger than her, she understood the undertone of the life. She did the same in this sense, the other vampire was older than her, therefor she was polite. She didn't want to die anytime soon.

Catherine was startled. Did living so long, make everything of your life depressing, was it really that bad? "There is always something positive about life, whether it's love or a new outfit. You have to stay on the good side and positive side of things, or else your life means nothing. What can you accomplish if you are always negative or see the negative side?"

Faith listened as Catherine spoken, noticing that her initial remarked seemed to surprise the vampire. She smiled; the kind of smile she gave was one of pity more so than understanding or amusement. “You speak like one who has never known pain,” she told her calmly. “And you are wrong, there is not always a positive side to thing, sometimes there is a worse side,” she said in low tone.

Had not her life been proof of what she spoke? She had gone from a simple life in the desert, one of hard work and toil, where she had family but was assured that life would be hard to slavery. She then worked and toiled for another, under his fist and whip and intrusive organ for years. Had she not suffered? Had she not hoped for this mystical silver lining of hope and found none? Her desperation to escape the cruelty of her world gave way to her flight; a flight she knew would end in death either at her master’s hands on to the desert sun. Then, Armand descended on her from above and took her life…wasn’t death another pitfall along the merry way that others wanted her to believe existed? Yes, he gave her back a life, but one that was not without its drawbacks. Then of course came his death.

For a moment, for fleeting decades she had some peace in Armand’s words and his love, but then to a vampire what is time but another second or minute of life that goes too quickly and haunts for eternity? Perhaps this special positive side did exist, but it was clear it was meant for someone else, for those more special than she was.

“What can you accomplish with your positive ways?” she questioned in return. “I would stick to new outfits my dear. The designers of this age seem to have skill, but thy do call upon inspiration from greats of the past,” she advised and lowered her head slightly. Her eyes moved over her hands and then to Catherine’s face. She was a woman, she could tell her the truth and hope she understood and took heed. “Do not hold to love,” she warned Catherine sadly. “Love dies. Love hurts and it haunts you forever.”

Catherine eyes blanked out. Who was this elder to speak as if she hadn't known pain? Pain was something she understood as well as loneliness. "I know pain a lot better than you think." She shrugged. "I may be young, but to dwell on the worse side of things isn't practical in the least."

Catherine's life hadn't been easy either. Yes she had grown up in a merchant family, but in her family she was unloved. Her older sister was beautiful and her younger brother was a boy. She was the middle child and seen as a failure to both her parents. She worked hard, but it didn't seem to matter to them. She had chosen this life instead, there was still pain, but you had the time to forget the pain.

"What can I accomplish? A lot more than if you lived in depression. There is so much things to see and do, why give it all up? There is so much potential in this world that has not been tapped, yet you seem ready to throw it all to the wind and forget it ever existed." Catherine shook her head. "Without love there is no life, love gives us a purpose to be more than what we are."

The other seemed ready to shoot down everything she said. Fine, she wanted to be that way, Catherine would ask her a question. "What is the point of living, if you refuse to feel anything? What is the point of living if you see only the dark side of everything?"

She eyed Catherine critically. Could she know about true pain? It was possible. Did she know the pain of skin on fire, of ripped flesh and of a tortured mind? She didn’t think so, or was it that Catherine had stumbled upon some trick to forget, a trick that Faith had never discovered. Could pain of such magnitude ever be forgotten? “I am not practical then. I see it as being realistic,” Faith responded calmly, her voice as smooth as silk.

She inclined her head as Catherine remarked on what could be accomplished by being positive. She smiled slyly. “I do not think the world void of potential, I think it has a great deal to offer,” she corrected Catherine. “I have watched her for centuries and marveled at how things have changed, yet I do not pretend that I do not miss some of the past’s delights. I do not wish to think this world never existed, or it’s discovered.” You wish you never did. her mind silently goaded her. Catherine would not have heard her thoughts, Faith had carefully blocked them the minute the conversation had begun, but she thought it all the same. It wasn’t that she did enjoy the world; it was it seemed not to enjoy having her. Part of her wished that she had never been born, or that she had been left to live a life of labour with her family, at least there would have been love she was sure.

Her eyes glistened with some distant thought as she smiled again. “Then I am perfectly suited. I am dead and I have no purpose.” She replied her eyes never leaving Catherine’s face. Her eyes left Catherine as she asked her question. What was the point of living? She had an answer but not one she would share. You live because you are afraid to die. Once she wanted death, but when it came, and she still lived after, she became afraid. She feared the pain of burning, of becoming ash and fading from history unknown, unloved. It would be as if she never existed. Ironic that she feared what would bring her what she wanted…to stop the pain inside.

“Because I enjoy watching the world from a distance. Didn’t we both agree to its potential? Why would I not want to see what else she could come up with? We differ in how we see things. You seem to see no ill in this world, only love and happiness and wonder. You cannot tell me that the darkness can be so easily ignored. If you do then tell me how, so I might learn this trick.”

Catherine might take her words as mockery, and in part it was, but in her heart Faith was happy for this civil conversation and wanted to rid herself of deeply ingrained pain that refused to let her rest. However, Faith knew herself and she had concluded long ago, that her soul was too injured to recover, that nothing could bring back what had been taken.

Catherine snorted. "You think that seeing the glass half-empty is being realistic? I beg to differ. Sometimes things are as bad or worse than they seem, but more often than not, they are better. You simply have to let everything go and not being afraid of what is to come."

Catherine shrugged. "Alright it is full of potential, but why would you what to grab that potential when you have nothing to live for? Or have no use for it? When you are depressed you don't want to accomplish nothing, just forget anything bad has ever happened or take your own life to stop the pain. It isn't beneficial to anyone." To Catherine you had to be willing to take your life into your own hands, obviously Faith didn't seem ready to do that, yet it wasn't Catherine's problem.

Catherine snorted again. If all ancients were this depressed, she never wanted to be an ancient. "You aren't dead, but simply a person that mocks the dead. You survived when you were supposed to die. You are not dead." Catherine had experience with vampires. Her sire had made her meet so many vampires that she was used to it. "Your heart still beats and you walk like the mortals. You aren't completely dead. Sorry to break it to you." Catherine hated ancients that only had pity for themselves. They were supposed to be wise and have seen so much more than her, yet here was one that preferred self-pity to strength.

Catherine rolled her eyes. "You are afraid of being alone, yet you push everyone away. Have you ever thought of perhaps giving love another try. Letting another love you and not simply because he changed you, but someone that saw you for who you are?" Catherine was going to be forward if it meant to knock some sense into this elder.

"There is no secret but to let her heart heal and to forget." That was one thing with the mind whether it was mortal or vampire, eventually the memories simply fade away. It was perhaps the only good thing about being a vampire.

Faith listened with a stillness that was almost wooden in nature. She seemed to have struck a nerve with the optimist. Words were words, they did Faith no harm. Catherine could say what she would; Faith had no intention to harm her. “If that is what you think,” Faith responded flatly. This belief that there was always someone worse off than you annoyed her, because there had to be someone on the bottom. Faith had felt like she was on the bottom a great deal, but sometimes she did not think of it and was able to enjoy her life.

She enjoyed life; she revelled in the luxuries that mortals brought her and in the finery of life. After being a slave for the beginning of her life, she wanted to live as those who had money and power, instead one of one who served them.

Afraid of what is to come? Faith laughed. “I am not afraid,” she said frankly. “I can appreciate the finer things in life, just because I see no use in holding on to things like love and friendship does not mean I cannot enjoy what I do have.” She shifted in her seat slightly, getting more comfortable. “I am not depressed,” she said firmly. The thought that she might be had never entered her mind ever. Depressed people moped and cried and did nothing; that was not her. She lived, she partied, she wore fine clothes and travelled where she would. Was that the description of one who was depressed? She thought not.

As Faith saw it she was living the life she wanted and on her own terms. Her terms simply didn’t agree with Catherine’s ideals. She laughed again. “I am not dead? Then what happened to you Catherine when you were changed?” She smiled, “Partially dead then, is that what I am? Fine, however you wish to see it.” Catherine’s snorts did not bother Faith, what was it to her? Nothing but a noise.

“Who ever said I was afraid of being alone?” she asked. Her mind had never divulged such a thought, she had blocked them carefully, there was no way this young one could read them. “I choose to be alone. Do not state things you know nothing of,” she said sternly. “You know nothing of me and it would do you well not to assume that you do.” She would not reveal her past to anyone, not even Catherine whom she had given some of her time to speak with.

Her final words were ignored by Faith, heal and forget what a notion. To forget was easier said than done, especially when you relived the pain in your dreams. There was one problem with forgetting, you had to face what happened in order to forget it and Faith didn’t want to face it. She’d had enough of speaking about herself.

“Be pleased to have such an outlook. I take it you are in love, since you profess its ability to heal all things with time.”

Catherine tilted her head to one side as she looked at the ancient. Had the ancient struck a nerve in her? Probably, that was the only characteristic that Catherine showed of being a red head. Catherine believed that she had struck a nerve in the ancient as well. "You don't need to say something for it to be seen." Catherine was a master at reading people, that was the only reason she had lived all her years barely being touched by anybody that tried to harm her. They always ended up dead anyway.

Catherine laughed and it was directed to the ancient. "You aren't afraid? Your body language betrays you. Perhaps you don't move, but the single shift of your eyes or even a muscle tells me everything." Catherine paused her head tilted again. "You stay alive, because..." She paused, her eyes traveling over the woman. "...you are afraid of death. You can't let yourself burn or let the sun touch your overly sensitive skin." Catherine shook her head. "You are one awkward vampire."

Catherine shrugged at the mention that she wasn't depressed. "There are different ways to being depressed. You can do what the mortals do and mope and cry. Or you can shut everyone out. That's being depressed, because you don't allow anyone to get close to you."

Catherine smirked. "I'm not dead for if I was, I would be buried in a grave. Nothing changed except that I was a married woman and I couldn't go out in the sun. I was still happy and happier then I had been with my own flesh and blood." That was the truth and her words rang with her sincerity. She didn't regret it, how could she? She had chosen a part of this life.

Catherine looked the vampire over again and nodded. "You lost someone you cared about a lot, which happens to a lot of us. Did you ever mourn her or him?"

Again Faith was still at Catherine’s words. Was she that transparent? Perhaps. Or was it that Catherine was just exceptional in her ability to read others? Whatever the reason, her insight unsettled Faith. This was one of the reasons she avoided others, this need to know about others, this curiosity that was in all people. She didn’t like being dissected under critical eyes or with prying questions.

Faith listened as Catherine continued to speak, her lips sealed, and then… she laughed. She lifted her head and laughed, just as Catherine had done moments before. “That I might be,” she said with a smile as Catherine called her awkward. “But I prefer complex,” she continued. So Catherine was well adjusted and happy. She was right on all her comments, Faith was afraid to die, but if Catherine were honest, she would admit so were many people, immortal human alike. She was not so strange on that point.

“I see our ideas of depression are different, but I thank you for your interpretation.” She was enjoying this, the way Catherine was trying to force her to see the world through rose coloured glasses as she obviously did. “I call it self preservation actually, my desire to be alone, or better yet, sweet solitude.”

“You were married? That is an accomplishment.” Faith had never been married, never walked down an aisle nor had a man drop to one knee and ask for her hand. Catherine had indeed been fortunate in life.

“You chose this life didn’t you?” Faith answered Catherine’s question with one of her own, a wry smile on her face. She wanted to know if she had mourned Armand…yes. In her way she had mourned him. He had died for her and for that he deserved her tears.

To Catherine everything was transparent. From a young age, she had learned to read her parents body language and knew that every time they told her that they loved her, it was a lie. They had tried to protect her from the pain, yet she distinctively saw the differences between the way they spoke to her other siblings and there was no warmth when they told her. She had been an unloved child, yet despite that she saw only the best and even sometimes in ended it better that she had thought.

Catherine shrugged. "Yes, but I was married after I was turned, married to my sire. A wonderful man and I believe that you and me have a few things in common, ironic as much as it sounds." There were things that were ironic and this was one of them, they were so different, yet they were the same. The irony of it.

"So many vampires want to die and yet many live out there lives and try to find what they haven't been able to. So many want to die, yet they don't. They fear death and would rather live with the pain in their heart then to die. Wouldn't death bring ease?" Catherine at some point had thought of death, yet not long after she had decided to live, she had wanted to see the world and the world had allowed her to see more and understand what she would have missed.

"That fatalistic night that changed my life for ever, I had two choices. Either choose it or be forced into it. I decided to accept it, I wasn't losing much anyways. My parents didn't love me. I was the second girl and they had wanted a boy. They blamed me with it, until my brother came around and then they forgot I ever existed, until I hit puberty, then I ran away and was turned. I like my life a lot better now. I got to experience so much." That was one thing that ancients seem to forget, they never understood that living so long they could see the world change before their very eyes. She pitied the ones that lost the perspective and rather live alone. They were simply meant to be pitied.

She survived as a manner of self-preservation? That was the biggest load of bull, Catherine had ever heard. No she simply was afraid of death. "You are simply afraid of death and the self-preservation part is total bull and you know it. You are simply making excuses."

Catherine pause and returned to a previous thought of love. "You, I'm sure have loved. Have you ever heard the saying, 'It is better to have loved and lost then to have never loved at all' ?

“You married your sire?” Faith found that interesting in its strangeness. She had never met a vampire who had chosen to bind herself to another after turning by vows. Of course some chose to live together for all eternity, a way to past the time, but never marriage. She raised a quizzical eyebrow. “Well, I must say that is a first for me,” she admitted.

“Do we?” Faith asked. Did they have something in common? She failed to see it. Catherine was optimist; Faith was ‘realist’ as she called it. Catherine had married her sire; Faith had simply been his company for a time. She had been married and Faith had not. She was obviously missing something, but was none too bothered about it.

“Would death be ease, or just the easy way out? I would think with your outlook you would want us all to live. Yes, some live who want death and some die who want life. It is the way of world.” Faith had thought of death, in fact she had assured herself such the night she ran from her master’s tents into the desert. If he caught her, she would die and out in the desert she would succumb to dehydration and die. Either way she had made that choice once, it was better to die than to continue to be his toy.

“I am glad for you. Your change seems to so wonderful. I am glad it brought you such pleasure.” Faith made no mention of her own changing; it was none of Catherine’s business. She listened to her sob story. It confirmed her thoughts; the girl did not know true pain as she did. She should be happy for that. At least she had known her parents, Faith had no memory of them or even where she had been born, and nothing existed before her master forced her into slavery.

For a second her temper flared in her blood at Catherine’s accusation that she was making excuses. The little vampire had lost her politeness. She was tempted to give it back to her, but instead chose to ignore her words. She could read her anger on her if she wished, she didn’t care. Catherine could know she angered her.

A clear laugh escaped her lips at Catherine’s words. “It’s better to have loved and lost than to never have never loved at all?” Catherine was very amusing; she was enjoying this conversation immensely. “I loved once,” she admitted. “I am sure those words are wise. I am better for knowing him, I will admit. Did you lose your love too, or does he wander around here somewhere?” she asked coolly, her eyes scanning the balconies overhead and then coming back to Catherine.

Catherine kept her face blank, completely. She had heard of others getting married, of course it wasn't very often, but it was more believable if you had a legal piece of paper saying that you were legally married. Besides they had both wanted to be linked in the eyes of God, if God still watched them.

They had talked about many things, yet some things that had been kept unsaid were very similar. They had both lived with their sire, loving them and they had lost them, besides they were also both woman.

Catherine shrugged. "Of course I would want everyone to live, but if you intend of being depressingly realistic, which is to be pessimistic, then you should simply die. The death of pessimistic people would bring the Earth's karma up or at least its positivity levels." Catherine couldn't understand why someone would want to live their life so depressed. What was the point of being unhappy all the time, when you could find joy in so much?

Catherin knew pain as no one did. She had seen friends die, her parents die in a war that they didn't need to fight, her sire die because men wanted a monster killed. Her sire had been no monster, but when mortal men believe something it is hard to change their mind. She had left everything she knew and everything that had made her feel safe to leave a place with so many memories of pain. She hadn't return to Europe since then, though she knew that eventually she would have to.

Catherine had felt the woman's anger, but brushed it off. It would only be a problem if the woman turned the anger onto her. Until then Catherine deemed it safe. "My first love, my sire, was killed trying to save me. My second love, I turned at his request. We didn't know that he had an animalistic side that wants to have full possessiveness of me. His more human side, thought that we should spend some time apart, which is what we are doing right now." She wasn't going to expand on the subject or say anything else. It was none of Faith's business.

“Black and white.” Faith stated calmly at hearing Catherine’s words. “You see things in black and white when it isn’t that simple. I should die because I don’t see the world like you do? Is that what you think? That anyone who doesn’t share you precious opinion shouldn’t be here?” She was getting on her nerves, especially with that statement. “You would live in a world of drones who all think and act like you? Then you live in a fantasy.” Her words were cold, biting, as were her eyes. It was one thing to say you though someone should try to be happy, another to say they deserved to be dead if they didn’t because they were a colossal waste of time.

She now had Catherine’s character, her ‘opinion’ that she so liberally gave said it. She had no taste for it.

She said nothing as Catherine continued, it was clear she saw the world through singular eyes and Faith was not going to waste her time in trying to make her see otherwise. Deserved to die…humph! The thought made her temper soar.

So they did have something in common, both their sires died in attempts to save their lives. That, as far as Faith could see, was where the similarity ended, other than them both being women. She’d turned someone? Good for her. Faith had no desire to make another. Her mind had blanked Catherine’s continuing chat about her new love. Love did not interest Faith, especially hearing about the love of another.

“Let’s change the subject…shall we?” Faith said with a smile that did not reach her eyes. “What brought you to Demaitre?” She re-crossed her legs and rested her elbow on the back of the bench, her eyes on Catherine.

Catherine was chatting about her lover, was she? Did she not deserve to be happy, because at least she tried. Faith was getting on her nerve and she was a waste of blood. Those who wanted to survive, should have the right to the food that they clearly deserved. Who was she to steal something when she didn't feel the necessity to be around?

Truly Catherine had lost interest in the conversation. Yes at times she was close-minded, but it was nothing compared to this ancient, speaking for ever in riddles as if that answered anything. Catherine watched her coolly for a few seconds her eyes blank.

She sneered at the mention to change the conversation. "You don't like the conversation I was trying to have, then fine, be a bitch, but I'm not staying. I came out to forget and you have done nothing to do so." She turned her back to the ancient and walked away. Like she would try to make polite conversation after that. Catherine lived in a dream world? Ha, it was more the ancient that lived in a dream world, to think that Catherine would easily forget her anger and annoyance.

Besides who did that ancient think she was dictating what she thought was right and wrong? So Cstherine had a few ideas and she was forceful about them, it didn't mean they had to be applied, they were simply ideas not realities. Some ancients didn't think with their heads, perhaps this was already crazy.

Faith smiled at Catherine’s reaction to her question. A bitch was she? Wonderful! She watched the little girl walk away, for only children need resort to name calling. If Catherine couldn’t handle a challenge of her ideas as an adult, then Faith need not bother with her.

Faith laughed loudly. Catherine had told her she should be dead, and Faith had reacted little to it, yet Faith told her she lived in a fantasy and Catherine ran off in a huff. That was funny. If anyone had the right to be offended out of the two, it should be her she should think. Yet, there she was watching Catherine walk away having a child’s tantrum.

She stood, smoothed the hem of her skirt. “Nice chatting with you,” Faith said a little too cheerily.

Catherine thought she was the only one who wanted to forget, to get a little change? She really was a child. Seeing the world through those blinkers of hers, must be so wonderful. Faith thanked God she didn’t have to be Catherine.

Did the little vamp always run from a challenge of wits, was she that sensitive? Ah well, there were stores to look into and thinking to do, and Faith didn’t need to be bothered by children. The conversation had started well enough, but it was apparent that these two were not to see eye to eye.