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To say Nikola's plans had gone slightly awry was quite possible the understatement of the year. Reviving the vampire species, his lifelong goal achieved just not exactly how he had planned or with whom. It wasn't like he had a choice not when it was Kate dying, life leaving her quickly and Nikola feeling... guilty. Her choices and chances were running out fast and Nikola had one tiny bit of altered source blood left, hidden in his jacket pocket.

He had a choice. He could revive the vampire species or he could save Katherine. Nikola had stupidly chosen to save Kate. A decision he was already beginning to regret as he waited for her to awake. Honestly he could have let her die, he could have just lived with it but he knew Helen would be angry and knew Helen would have bitched at him for at least a hundred years... so he had saved her.

Well, and taken her secretly back to one of his more secure homes. He had saved her life but well, she was one of his kind now he wanted to see the results of his experiment slash kind gesture before he revealed it to Helen. All Helen knew was that they were both missing. He'd get round to telling her the truth eventually, maybe after a bottle of wine or two to celebrate him not being dead. Maybe a kiss if he was lucky.

Nikola, smirking, was so ingrossed in that idea that he hadn't noticed Kate waking up.

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Kate's almost too busy writhing against him to notice what he's doing. Almost. Apparently becoming a vampire doesn't mean losing her other skills, which include threat assessment.

She snaps one hand off the bench behind her and clamps it around his wrist, gaze narrowed sharply on him, even though she's panting and her nipples are so tight even silk sliding against them hurts. "What medicine, Nikola? You already fed me everything you're feeding me without my knowledge."

That's kind of cool, the way her voice vibrates like a drawn blade. It's not really a new thing, she's just got sharper edges in general. Nice.

"For the hunger Katherine," Nikola said his free hand sliding beneath her arse and pulling her close to him. The feel of her bare skin, the silk, the warmth against his hand is almost unbearable, hard to control when his desires are craving the pain and pleasure of her. "A gift that Helen gave me years ago. Really, you mistrust me that much?"

Nikola curled his hand around her thigh, sliding upwards as he leaned into her body before reaching for the medicine with the free hand and taking a pill. Popping it into his mouth, Nikola swallowed and wrinkled his nose. "Tastes better with a nice bottle of wine. Now open wide Kate," Nikola replied offering her a pill. "It'll scratch one urge and we'll see what we can do about the other."

"I don't trust you at all." Why should she? He's never been trustworthy and that doesn't change because she's like him now. Well. "Except to be yourself and think of no one but yourself." But then, he did save her, which he didn't have to do, even if he was thinking about what Magnus would say if he let her die.

But that doesn't seem right in her head, which could be because she's burning up with need and hunger. Or it could be because it's wrong. She's not sure. "And maybe me, now, because of what I am," she decides, and that makes her chest tighten a little in a way that feels uncomfortably like she gives a fuck.

Brushing that right out of the way, she takes the pill from his fingers with her mouth, slides a fang down one side of the pinched fingers and her tongue down the other. When he drops the pill on her tongue and she sucks to swallow, she gives him a taste of what being with her is like. It might be something like a promise he won't regret what he did, or it might just be her being a bitch.

"Good then you're at least smarter than the others," Nikola replied. Henry, always too eager. Will, mistrustful in one breath and then trusting him in the other. Even Helen fell back on their relationship and length of their friendship. But Kate, ah sweet Katherine, was always the con artist. Always one foot out the door. "At least I'm honest about it. I always put myself first and then others. And now you. A Queen. The first vampire Queen in a very long time, the future of the vampire species."

Nikola was clearly excited, aroused, by the prospect even as he tried to curb the appetite- his and hers- for more bloodier pursuits. Nikola had wanted this for a very long time, he planned to enjoy every moment of it.

"Tease," Nikola replied in a low murmur, smirking as she slid her tongue down his finger. Body tensing at the prospect, Nikola could feel himself harden as he felt the sharpness of her fangs and the soft, hot, wet touch of her tongue. "Satisfied?" Nikola pressed his hand between them, between her legs, sliding against the fabric as he teased her. "Or do you still need assistance?"

"It's only a tease if I'm not putting out," Kate purrs and arches into his fingers. He feels so good - god, that is so wrong.

Nikola Tesla's fingers are pressed against her cunt through a pair a silk panties he gave her and put on her and Kate's sopping wet for him. So wrong. But she wants him so much her teeth hurt.

"No." That's sharp and for a few seconds she's not even sure which way she's going to go with it. Then she's shoving him back to get at his slacks, opening them while she kisses frantically at his mouth, his jaw, then presses her fangs against his throat. "Not satisfied. Not even close. Neither are you. Can tell. Fuck me."

The purring sends shivers down his spine, pooling in the pit of his stomach and making his insides ache for her. The desire to take what he wanted pulling to the surface as he almost snarled at her shoving him away and then the realisation of what it was she was after. Him.

"Thought you couldn't stand me Katherine," Nikola replied in a dark voice as he teased his finger beneath her panties, pressing against the hot, slick feel of her cunt. Sliding his fingers up to her clit, Nikola circled and teased her almost touching before moving his finger away. "Is that what you want Kate? You want me?"

"Don't need to like you to want you, Nikola," Kate grits out before her words give way to panting and a little shuddered sob. Fuck, if this is how it feels now, she's in so much trouble.

When he stops teasing, she starts, trying to get some of her own back with her fingers slipping inside his underwear to stroke the pure, perfect silk of his cock. Oh holy fucking god. He felt like millions gliding over her palm, every sense heightened to make just jerking him total torture.

"Not like you've ever liked me much either." Her fingers tighten around him, drawing upward to the tip and then push back down, to slow to be giving him what she knows he wants. "Want me know, though. Just like I want you. Bite, suck, fuck. Like vampires. Know how much you want that."