Flashback! -Kat&Xander-

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The school year had only just begun, and yet Kat felt like she had been there forever. Needless to say, there had been a lot of drama going on. The good thing though, was that this was what she had been hoping for. Spending a century on the run, sort of, and mostly by yourself got tiresome. She needed a change of pace, and that was the reason that she came to the decision to attend a school. It was the school part that was the problem. Classes and homework. She had been alive for one hundred and thirty years. Classes and homework were far beneath her. They just happened to be a mandatory part of her experience here.

That was why when she found out that there was a Hogsmeade trip, she jumped at the chance to get out of the castle. The blond spent a good deal of time in her dormitory trying to find out what she should wear. Something in her told her that she should dig further back into her closet for an outfit that predated her journey to the US, but she threw the idea out of her head. Why would she look back when her past was gone. Mostly. Her creator had paid her a visit not too long ago. Little did she know that Miles wasn't going to be the only blast from her past that she would encounter.

She walked out into another dreary United Kingdom day in an outfit that was very much this century with the exception of her lapis pendant around her neck. One of the few things she kept from her human childhood. It happened to be a favorite of hers. She walked in with the rest of the adolescent masses, but she felt like this meant something different for her than it did for them. Not that it mattered. She walked down the road alone, simply taking in all of the sights. The excited little third years, in Hogsmeade for the first time, the older students gathered together in groups to gossip. As she walked, she watched her reflection pass by in the shop windows. Until it wasn't just her reflection passing by her in the windows. She wasn't alone anymore.

Katalina caught a glimpse of his face, but at the same time she couldn't distinguish the features. Her gaze scanned the area, but she didn't see anyone following her. Back walking, she saw the reflection again among the unrecognizable faces of students. Maybe she was just being paranoid. It had to be all in her head. When she would look around she couldn't see anyone following her, so there must not really be anyone around her. She was just imagining a reflection. That had to be it. But just to make sure, she took a turn down one of the side streets to get away from any of the reflective surfaces. Then, instead of seeing something, she heard something. It was a crunch of gravel behind her. She froze. Someone had been following her.

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ALEXANDER KOLTEN BARTHOLOMEW

[ALEXANDER KOLTEN BARTHOLOMEW]

THERE IS SOMEONE WALKING BEHIND YOU

Xander had been strolling the grounds of Hogwarts just before school started looking at the buildings and discovering magical qualities such as the room of requirement and such. He knows that all of this had been discovered but he thought that maybe, just maybe, he could come up with the next big thing. He had enough money for a life time. Along with a magical architectural historian, he was a pretty good Architect in general. Math had always been good on him, and so was drawing. He could draw a straight line for days, drawing building plans was cake. He had also self taught on the computer to use what today's architects used. That free form shit... He thought it was too techy to be accurate.

He found himself in Hogsmeade, looking at some of the buildings and trying to find out what he could. Some had magical properties, and some did not, but they were all as old as Hogsmeade, which he found wonderful. Maybe it was the fact that he remembered when some of this architecture was discovered that he took to it. He really enjoyed it, and it gave him a nostalgic feeling, like when he saw the family manor just after they had built it. It was new of age, and now it was everywhere, that style.

He had his camera with him. He thought it best to always be able to see things in person, and then go back and look at it whenever he wanted so he could really keep up on his research. He also carried a charmed quill and notepad to write certain things down for him. It was handy--especially when he wanted to recap on certain conversations as well as research. It stayed hidden, so it was never a threat toward anyone that they were being magically recorded. Of course, it wasn't like he ever needed to use these for anything, he was just a rich little architect from London named Xander, right? Yeah... okay, try a hundred year old vampire--originally Italian--with good skills at mimicking accents.

He hadn't realized what today was when he entered Hogsmeade. Children of all years came rushing in. Of course, he knew the four houses and such, even though he never attended. He had heard about other kids in his neighborhood going off to Hogwarts. He had always wondered why he never went. Of course, his parents didn't want him fraternizing with ANYONE that wasn't pureblood. They schooled him, and so did his butler.

As he walked the streets talking, taking pictures and nodding to those who were passing by. He was just glancing at buildings and snapping pictures. He decided to take a seat on an outside bench and scroll through his taken photos. He was smiling with delight as he passed through some good ones. Then, he came to one and saw her face... His face turned red from anger. He thought he'd never see her again. He zoomed it in and looked hard. Was it really her?! He took a deep breath through his nostrils and stood, letting his camera dangle from around his neck. He scanned the crowd. How was it that after all this time he would find her here?! He wasn't ever searching for her.. Sure, he heard rumors about a familiar vampire in the USA, but he never jumped onto hunches. This was no hunch, he had captured her in a photograph. There was no mistaking.

As he scanned through the crowds searching for someone who was to be his wife over a hundred years ago, he saw some people with a bit of familiarity. Sure, he looked a bit like he should be a 6th-7th year, but he wouldn't have that, there would be no point, he made his life. He saw the back hair of the blonde. He pushed his way through the crowd and lightly gripped the back of her hear. The girl whipped around, "What th-" "Sorry Darling. Thought you were someone else." he inhaled, she was not even a pureblood. His anger was blinding his senses, or so it seemed. He continued walking, eying each blonde's face he passed. Where did she go?

Then, he spotted her, looking at her reflection in a window of one of the shops. He inhaled, slowly turned his head, and blinked-holding his eyes shut for a few seconds. He growled lightly, and continued to tail her. He had found her, without even trying. Careless, she was. He noticed her noticing him and he watched as she turned down an alley away from the reflections. Was she deliberately trying to get herself cornered?? He followed her, still.

He cracked his neck as he walked, and upon reaching the alley, he saw her stop. He grinned darkly, still not believing this was actually happening. He grabbed her hair and pulled it back lightly, breathing into her neck. "Oh... You're still alive, after one-hundred and thirteen years?" He growled slightly in her ear, "Oh? Am I scaring you, sweetheart? Thought I was dead? I mean.. You did kill, right? Ate.. more rather?" he said these softly, trying to keep his anger down, and he had been able to. He inhaled again, deeply, taking in her pureblood/vampire scent.

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Katalina took a deep breath. If the person she saw was actually the person she saw, she so did not want to see said person in front of everyone else. However, it wasn't even possible that the person she saw was actually who she thought she saw. It was absolutely impossible. He was dead. That's how she left him. She heard footsteps coming down her side street. Breath. It is so not what you think. It will be fine. The footsteps stopped behind her, but she still didn't panic. No way was it really him. Then she felt a hand in her hair, and her head was wrenched backwards.

As soon as she heard his voice she knew that there was only one person who could be so violent toward her. He mouthed off first, and she had to expect that. Kat did kill him. “Piero. Long time, no see.” So her scalp was maybe hurting a little bit, but the growl in her ear sort of made up for that. For just a second in the moment that she was currently in, the growl went down her spine, and she shivered. But not in a bad way. She had thought he was dead, but she wasn't exactly scared.

Kat reached back, and squeezed his hand just enough for him to let her hair go. Then, in a blur, she stood facing him. “Oh right. I do remember that. Then again I also remember you saying nasty things about the fact that I was dead.” She flashed him a wicked, yet sarcastic smile before continuing. “So I don't really feel so bad about it.” She shrugged her shoulders slightly. Kat couldn't believe that the guy she was supposed to marry, whom she thought she killed, was standing in front of her. Talk about blast from the past.

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ALEXANDER KOLTEN BARTHOLOMEW

[ALEXANDER KOLTEN BARTHOLOMEW]

THERE IS SOMEONE WALKING BEHIND YOU

He shuttered. No one had called him that in quite some time. "No, No." He said, sarcastically as if she was supposed to know not to call him that. the grip on his hand allowed her free, but he didn't try to keep her in his grasps. He knew she wouldn't be running, and he could sense he didn't scare her. Though, he probably should, he's killed more people than she ever thought he had. He was sure she saw him kill her Mother's affair just days before their wedding, but that was only one of now what seemed to be a decent quantity. "Long time.. That is an understatement." The only difference in his voice was now he had an English accent. He had spent so long in London and around the English that he had lost his own Italian accent. It still spurts up every now and then, but it's not exactly the same.

He couldn't help but reminisce about how he felt. Of course, with someone like him, the reaction to it was less than satisfactory for himself. He is slightly messed up in the head. "You do remember why you were supposed to be dead, right?!" Oh, here is that temper. Call me crazy, but is he taking offense to her justification? "You were supposed to marry me! How do you think that made me feel, knowing you'd rather be dead? Am I not... sexy enough for the wonderful Katalina Rosa! or so my mother always called you. She loved you.. you know?" he said grimacing. A vision of how he slaughter his parents came through his head. There was a psychosis--something in his head that caused him to enjoy the pain, suffering, and visual death of others. I guess it was only sheer coincidence that he was made a vampire. "It broker her heart to know you to be dead. Not that I cared all that much... Oh.. and you should have seen your dear old mum and dad.. How... fragile." He spoke softly almost mocking her.

It wasn't like all this was too expected for him, but now that he knew where she was, he could harass her and play with her. Oh, he likes a good chase. He looked at her as if to say she was pathetic. "You know! The least you could-a done was play with your food a bit first, no?" there was a spring in his voice, sarcastic and humorous. It wasn't like he was in any kind of hurry to offend her, but he was Piero Giovanni Aeorditoret, named so because of some ancestor on his mother's side being some type of important person, and his father was Fiero, and his grandfather was something-iero. It had kind of run in the family. However, since he decided to go on a sociopath-run and slaughter his family, find more of his ancestors and eat them, and kill anyone who got in his way, he had to get away from the name. It was all in the name, right? "Piero.. That is merely just my birds name now.. but I guess.. you can just call me dinner.. Last thing you knew about me, right?" oh how much of an ass he could be. "Well.. I guess this question would have been asked had we got married anyway, but--How'd I taste?" he sneered. It was obvious that something inside his head wasn't right. He had a flicker in his eyes, a twitch. It was his mind holding him back from going all Chain Saw Massacre on EVERYONE in Hogsmeade. Anything could just set him off.

He focused on his breathing slightly, trying to to get to upset. That was the main reason he took up photographing anything in the first place. Behind the lens there was less room for distraction and becoming angry. Not that he didn't round up a pureblood every so often and bleed them dry, or even torture them. As sophisticated as he made himself appear, he was still a nut job with a serial killer problem. "Sowhere you been?" he said, almost overlapping his words. He clapped his hands together, nonchalantly. He hoped this would be a long conversation, though he had suggestively threatened her family, insulted and offended her, and was up to continue doing so. Maybe this wouldn't be too long.

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Well, he certainly didn't like her using his name. That was for sure. It gave her a small satisfaction that she could even make him the slightest bit uncomfortable in any way. Don't get her wrong. There were, and always will be, lingering marital feelings toward the man, however something about the fact that he mocked his future bride for the fact that she had DIED just didn't sit well with him. It was the big reason for the fact that she fed on him that night. She was confused, scared, and an absolute mess. The only thing she was actually aware of was whatever emotion happened to cross the forefront of her brain at the moment. The first moment, was anger at him, and she lashed out. It was a total accident really.

Then he blew up on her. Of course, how it made him feel. That was the most important thing right? She crossed her arms and glared at him. “Oh of course. How can I forget. The world revolves around you right? Well, news flash! Not everything is directly linked to you. You just automatically assume that I did what I did because of you. FYI, you were in my life for a few months. How could you be so arrogant in assuming that you had that much effect on me?!” About eighty-five percent of the reason she tried to off herself was because of her parents. Another ten percent was because she felt like she just couldn't breath anymore, in her current situation. Only a little five percent was because of how Piero treated her. Though, there was one small atom in the back of her brain that registered the fact that he was upset because she left him. It almost sounded like he cared. Almost.

Her voice softened a fraction when he said it broke his mother's heart. “My apologies to my darling mother-in-law. Oh.. wait. Didn't you kill her?” Her face took on a mocking expression, even if she did soften just a tiny bit. Then he brought up her own parents, and her face sharpened into something almost feral. “Fragile? Good. I hope they were shattered. And that they died horribly painful. It would only make me happier.” A true statement. Not that she expected Piero to understand the meaning behind her hatred. There was no one she could ever despise more than dear old mum and dad.

“It's rude to play with your food.” In all honesty, killing him was not something she actually wanted to do, and she mourned her actions for a few days. It was easy to get over when she remembered how he had treated her prior to his death. Her emerald gaze sparkled like only a vampire's could when he asked her how he tasted. Not that she had seen many vampires look like her. Maybe it was because she was part veela in her life. She licked her lips. “Delicious, if not just a touch spiceless.” Her voice sounded like a razors edge. She really didn't remember how he tasted. Kat leaned against the cobblestone wall of the building next to her. She was settling in for the long hall, because she couldn't imagine he would make this easy on her. “I've been... around. Why do you care?”

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ALEXANDER KOLTEN BARTHOLOMEW