Catrin Snapshot

Catrin's breath came out in sharps gasps as she held her shoulder, the blood seeping out of her fingers, the fight had been a long one, but she came out victorious. Her enemy the vampire now lay dead a tried hulk of something that was once human, one of her daggers still sticking out of his heart. His right hand on the other side of the room, she had lobbed it off in the middle of the fight. Her own wrist was aching from the force she had, had to use to slice it off through the bone and ligaments. Taking a deep breath she looked down at the vampire again and knelt before jerking the knife out it's chest and wiping it off on her already stained clothing. 1

"If you where human i'd give you your rights," she says her voice sounding rather childish for the girl that stood covered in her blood and the vampires blood, but in all rights she was still a child only fourteen in age. But her eyes her lovely pale blind eyes seemed to convey such sadness. Shaking her head her choppy black hair feel  over her eyes and face obscuring it from view. With a sigh, she took off after making sure her daggers where all collected and in their place, she was off to rest and recoup and bandage her wounds, hoping that she wouldn't pass out before she got to her current home. She could still feel the fresh blood slide down her arm, biting her lip she dashed through the streets avoiding people by mere centimeters. 2

Once to her home she shrugged upon the door and slumped to the floor with a grunt, her hand shaking as she pulls it away from the slash on her shoulder.
"Damn," she whispers in her childish voice again, before stumbling to her feet and over to an open bag, the bag that held her life. With her good arm she digs through it before pulling out a roll of clean white fabric, her bandages. Exhaling through her teeth with a hiss she rips the fabric before wrapping ti around her arm and tieing it with a sloppy knot, the best she could do with one hand.
"Have to splurge on a healer," she says before shaking her head, a wave of dizziness overcoming her before she passed out onto the ground. Her head thumping onto the wooden floor, her limps laying around her as if she was a broken doll... and sadly this would not be the first time she had passed out on a floor after barely making it to her home, or the hideout for the night.