The cool air of the hospital tickled Caterina's cheeks, prompting anger to rise in her. She hated the way being partially human felt, the vulnerability and defenselessness it caused her to feel. It caused her to genuinely wonder how Nessie did it. Caterina's hospital gown brought feelings of being a science experiment and the bed crinkled with every move. She was becoming impatient waiting for Dr. Hale.

"Sorry," Rosalie apologized once she entered the small room, "got caught up."

Caterina bit her lip in anticipation while Rose readied a vial and a needle. "Are you trying to draw blood?" Rosalie nodded and simply stuck the needle into Cat's neck.

"Does that hurt?"

"Yes!"

Rose quickly apologized and continued to draw blood. It was then that she noticed the flush in Caterina's body had spread to her chest.

"It's spreading? It's only been two days!" Cat began to panic and Rose held her close and hushed her.

"Have you told Seth?" Caterina's lack of answer served as one. "You need to tell him, Cat."

As right as Rosalie was, Caterina knew that if she told him, he would worry, sharing his thoughts not only with Edward, but with his entire pack. What if this is just a fluke, she thought, and then I tell him and it goes away and he's worried for nothing. Somewhere inside of her, she knew she was wrong, that he should have been the first person she told, but that part of her brain wasn't very prevalent at the moment. Her voice never wavered as she lied to Rose about rushing home and telling Seth.

With her regular clothes back on and guilt weighing on her shoulders, she stepped out of the hospital into the cooler Washington air. She wished she had worn a thicker sweater, or that she even had a thicker sweater. For a minute she thought about running, going wherever she could to get away from the Cullens and the Quilettes, but when a sharp pain penetrated her chest, she decided against it. Her heavy thoughts lead her to walk down the streets of Seattle, hoping an idea of how to get out of the mess she was in would come to mind.

Men and women ogled the gorgeous blonde, never noticing the bright red eyes she hid behind long eyelashes. She had settled on her hunting territory being up north, somewhere in Canada; the pack didn't enjoy that she fed on humans but could not stop her as she was now one of them. Promising they would never have to worry about innocent bodies piling up in Forks, she searched up north. With her mind on how generous the pack had been concerning her diet, she had yet to notice the young college boy calling out for her.

"Hey blondie!" He yelled obscene things at her, making her miss the good times where she could have just killed him right there, no questions asked. In the current year, it was "inappropriate" and "illegal", or at least that's how Carlisle had explained it to her. She attempted to cross the street to avoid him, yet traffic was going too fast for her to walk across at human speed. As a result, she rolled her eyes, gave a large huff, and kept walking in the direction of the college boy with no morals.

"You single? Hey, blonde with the hot body!" Finally, he broke her, "Bitch, you're lucky I'm even talking to you!" She stopped in her tracks, turning on her heels to face him.

"Nice eyes, what are you? A cosplayer?" His eyes looked her up and down, angering Caterina further than human standards. She didn't even know what a cosplayer was but absolutely did not like the way he said that word. Even as he towered over her, she looked up at him, hoping it would shut him up. Fury was burning in her flaming red eyes, which were getting darker by the second, letting him know that they were not contacts. He gulped and fear overtook him when he got a glimpse of her gleaming sharp teeth.

"You are nothing more than a little boy in big boy clothes. How does it feel to know that you are truly at the bottom? I know it scares you, I can taste your fear-" Her theatrical moment was cut short by him running in the opposite direction. She promptly turned around, readjusted the sleeves of her sweater, and continued on her way.

Her thoughts still clung to her brain like parasites when she arrived at the Cullen residence. She immediately put up her shield and walked quickly to her bedroom where Seth was passed out on her bed, letting out soft snores. Taking a moment to look at him, she soon noticed the book spread open at his side: Frankenstein. She smiled and kissed him on the forehead when he grabbed her hips and pulled her beside him. They both laughed, only stopping to look each other in the eyes.

"You were reading Frankenstein," Catalina observed, running her pale hand through his dark hair.

"I was," he noted, "you were reading it when I-"

"I know." Her interruption was soft, much like the brown in his eyes.

"Edward said it was your favorite."

Cat hummed, agreeing. "It doesn't seem to be yours."

Seth blushed and Caterina felt the urge to kiss him. "Hey, I was feeling tired before I started and besides I made it to page-" he looked in the book, his cheeks darkening once again, "48."

Laughing softly, Cat claimed, "It's an acquired taste. Keep in mind I've had two centuries to acquire it."

"Did you know her?"

"Mary Shelley? What, do you just assume I know every historical figure?" She was joking, but in a serious manner.

"Um, yeah, kinda," Seth replied sheepishly.

Cat couldn't help the laugh that broke from her lips, "No, I did not know her, nor did I know Dickens, Brontë, or - well I did meet Shakespeare, but only once!"

As they lie in bed, laughing, softly falling harder in love, they swore they could stay like that forever. If forever was a given, that is.