I've been a bad bad kitty

“If you know the answer already, then this is rather dramatic” She said through gritted teeth, staring forward out into nothing. She made a face when she licked her cheek then gasped when she was suddenly let go. All she could think of was this was going to put her out of work for far longer than she wanted. Oh, and she was going to return the favor to the fae when she got the chance and do it herself, not have one of her guard’s do it. She just closed her eyes and waited for the impact, but when Freya grabbed her wrists they quickly snapped open and she looked at her. She didn’t release the chair, because even going through all of this all she could think of was it either hitting a student or she’d have to make an excuse why a chair fell out of the sky and she didn’t want to do that. Even in harsh situations, business was always first.

Liked her? No one liked her and she was pretty sure Freya didn’t like her from this behavior. This was all just some sick twisted game to try and get her to break, literally and figuratively apparently, every word and action she had motives for or she wouldn’t do it. But what did she really want? It couldn’t just be the answer to her silly question. When she mentioned her cat, at first she gave her an odd look. Her cat? She was seriously threatening her cat? Who threatened someone’s cat? But after the initial oddness of it she grew angry. She loved her cat, it was the only creature that didn’t give her a damned headache and if Freya killed her there would be hell to pay. She glared at her ruthlessly “Don’t be so petty” She growled. If she was going to start trying to take the things around her, she would be dead in a instant. She'd hunt her down if she had too.

When she returned to the office she was more than happy to be let go by the women. She glared at her and once she got some footing on freaking ground again she moved away from her “I thought you already knew the answer”

((sorry, kind of fails >>))

She knew a lot about her? She scoffed because she hardly thought that could be true. The only person who knew a lot about her was Castielle, after that Victor and after that Nowe and she really couldn’t think of another soul who really knew her after that point. But she wouldn’t completely throw away the fae’ statement too quickly, after all she knew about her cat and her cat’s name and she didn’t go around just telling anybody those little details of her life, so something was definitely up and she intended to find out what it was. She always found out everything she wanted, it may take time and some diligence but she would figure out what Freya’s true intentions were, expose them then most likely kill her or kick her off campus with a legitimate excuse.

She turned her face away when she spoke about her blood and ignored the offer. It wasn’t easy but she had enough discipline with blood to refuse it right in front of her “Trust me, I do not want it” Maybe if she hadn’t fed earlier this would have been far more difficult but it hardly bothered her at the moment. And then she was back to the damned question and frustration was flooding all over her face and through her body. She slowly looked back at her and stared her down for a few moments. She wanted this to end, it needed to end before this disaster kept going and getting even more out of control. “The answer to your question is yes” It was simple, but an answer and by the look on her face she refused to elaborate any more than that. She answered it, end of discussion. “Now go”

Her eyes stayed glued to her with an angry glare until she left, but she didn’t relax when the fae disappeared. Instead she stayed perched at the edge of her chair, tense and looking around her room as she expected the nasty little woman to show up again. But after ten minutes when she didn’t reappear she sighed heavily and let herself relax, shaking her head. What in the world had that been about?! It had been utter and complete insanity! She still had left over anger but she was trying to keep it maintained…how well that was going to work, well…

She leaned forward and pressed the button on her phone to her secretary up front “Rebecca, contact Nowe and have him come to my office when he can. Tell him it’s no rush” She said stiffly then sat back and leaned her head back against the seat. She wanted to break things, lots of things, but everything in her office she didn’t feel like replacing. What was she to do about this fae? She couldn’t allow trouble makers on her campus but it was obvious the fae had a fascination with her. She’d probably have to give in and let Nowe and Katerina deal with it however they wanted.

By the time Freya returned Evelyn had already had someone come to her office to properly clean up the blood…though she had bottled some of it in a vial, for Nowe who had also stopped by briefly. Not like she didn’t trust Katerina with things but, she had known Nowe for so long, she just felt more comfortable leaving things to him first. She knew if she gave him the fae’s blood he’d be able to find her out and then they could go from there but she didn’t want to think details down the line yet when she was still irrationally angry. Once her office was cleaned up (and she broke a metal chair after Rebecca brought her one) she sat back down and went straight into her work. Evelyn was always business and her work was important, she would never allow herself to fall behind, hence why she never slept.

When her door opened she looked up in irritation “Rebecca I told you-“ She snapped but when she saw Chamomile she reigned back her anger and nodded to her secretary. She watched the cat approach her then smiled when she hopped up on the desk and rubbed against her. The cat was the only thing she truly loved and adored, she had been with her for so long, how could she not? She ran her hand down Chamomile’s back then pet her ears, sighing “Hello, sweet one” She murmured to her before picking up the cat to cuddle her against her, leaning back in her chair. “I am very happy to see you” Chamomile had earned her name for a reason; she soothed Evelyn even when she was at her angriest. She could never take it out on her poor cat, she always brought her back down from her tempers.

Victor had always teased Evelyn about her thing with cats, he joked that she was a secret witch and cats were her familiars. Ever since she came to the school she always seemed to have a cat, and when she would “loose” one she would mourn it and then after that a new one would appear to replace it. All of her cats held special places in her heart, but Chamomile so far had been the most, shall she say, useful. Ever since she allowed humans on campus her nerves were five hundred times more shot then they were when it was just in humans and Chamomile always eased her frustrations. She loved to lie in bed doing work and have the cat with her; she was a bright spot in Evelyn’s monotone days.

She couldn’t understand why people liked dogs, the annoying creatures that they were. She would never trade in panting, wiggling, soft tongued dogs for the wonder of cats. She chuckled as Chamomile kneaded and rubbed against her, letting her hand move over her back several times all the way down to her tail. She kissed the top of her head and rubbed under her chin “Such a pretty girl you are, hm? I wouldn’t let anything happen to you” She whispered to her, because yes, she didn’t have a stick so far up her ass she couldn’t talk to her cat like she was a person. She waited till she got settled before carefully sitting forward to finish her work, enjoying the sound of her purrs and the left over remnants of her anger quickly dissipated.