#Character: Katherine Wetherly

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Continuing from this | @envvenena

Characters Involved: Katherine Wetherly & Luis Velasco

Katherine's lips curled in a smile as her eyes stared directly at the vampire, watching him attempt to make their conversation as casual as possible. Based on her first impression of him, she thought he was cute, handsome and charming. His choice of clothing was impressive and she loved how it blended into the darkness and the shadows of the night.

It wasn't long before Katherine realized that he hadn't had blood in a while and without hesitation, she asked him the question she knew he wouldn't like. Despite the irritated look on his face, his answer was honest and that's when she decided to offer him her neck . . . and the blood that flows beneath it.

"Let's just say . . . I know a starving vampire when I see one, especially those who try to hide their hunger. But . . . you and I both know it never lasts long."

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The Wetherly psychic stared at the Endless with a fearless expression on her face as their grip on her chin tightened, but not in a way to hurt her. It didn't take long for her to know they are not to be messed with. She knows who they are and what they are but what they are capable of is yet to be seen.

"That would depend on what you would do to me if I don't behave. I may have a pretty face but I also have a smart mouth and sometimes . . . I say things you probably won't like."

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❝ ARE YOU GOING TO BEHAVE ? ❞ they ask, with gentle & firm grip to other's chin, holding it up so other has no choice but to lock gazes. the question is innocent enough, all depending on how other interprets it ; however, dream of the endless's intentions are not innocent in the slightest. other has wrestled long enough for their attention ― now that they have it, what will they do with it ?

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i won't let anything happen to you - for Katherine from Zade

"I appreciate your concern for me, Zade. I really do but . . . this is something I've been dealing with since I was a little girl. Having these . . . powers . . . psychic abilities . . . this gift. This is who I am and who I'll always be. I can't just magically get rid of them, no matter how much I wanted to. My brother and my grandmother were the only two people in my life who understood me. You, on the other hand . . . you're different because you don't have what I have. You're different and . . . and normal."

It was a relief for Katherine to speak to Zade about her being a psychic and the fact that she grew up in a family with special gifts. She was never comfortable sharing the most vulnerable part of her life with anyone so openly and . . . as crazy as it sounds, she felt . . . safe. Safe and protected by someone she had met not too long ago. So much so that it made her smile. The look in her eyes, however, did not match.

Regardless of whether or not he'll believe her, Katherine was grateful to have the opportunity to talk to someone who would actually listen. To listen to her speak without judgement or feeling the fear of being punished just because she was different from everyone else.

"If you don't want to believe me, that's okay. I'll understand and I won't be angry with you. I've never talked about this with anyone outside of my family, let alone someone who wants to protect me."

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Katherine Wetherly & Lord Morpheus

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Moments after drifting off into a deep sleep, Katherine found herself awakened in an unfamiliar location. Instead of the usual comfort of the soft pillow and warm blankets, the floor was hard, smooth and cold to the touch, her cheek pressing against it. Sitting up slowly, she used one foot to stand and straightened her leg before using the other to do the same. She's no longer tired but she's also curious about where she is. She had heard about it before from recent conversations with her friend Lucy and she knew there was a name for it but for some odd reason, she couldn't remember.

Katherine turned around and her dark brown eyes took notice of the tall stained glass windows high above her head. Each of them was designed as if the pieces of a puzzle were yet to be put together to reveal something artistic and spectacular. She was so amazed by it and so distracted she was unaware of someone else being in the same room with her. She heard footsteps but she couldn't tell where it was coming from and where it's going.

Within seconds, Katherine closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them, she let out a small, audible gasp. Standing in front of her was a tall, dark-haired man, dressed in black clothing and his eyes were as blue as the ocean. Almost the exact same shade as her brother's. It only took her a moment until she figured out exactly who this person was. Without hesitation, she slowly bent down on one knee and lowered her head, showing him the respect, loyalty and honor he deserves.

"Lord Morpheus. Forgive me but I don't know if I'm meant to be here or if this happened by mistake. If this is a bad time and if you want to wake me up, end the dream or whatever else you have to do, you have my permission to do so. Other than that, I can't help but to admire the beauty of this place. I know there's a name for it but I can't remember."

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"They can run as a pack or they can run alone. They can change their shapes in daylight or darkness; it doesn't matter. Mostly when I've seen them at night, they seem like wolves, but not quite wolves . . . or strange, wild dogs with horrible faces. But they can just as easily be fog . . . or shadows . . . or . . . wind. Sometimes, they can be nothing more than wind." "They stalk; they're swift and merciless. They can't exactly read minds but they can sense things other animals can't sense, from miles and miles away. They have the power to heal their own wounds and they look just as they did when their own human lives were taken. When they became the things they are now. Transformation, they call it. The Moment of Transformation." "They can leave invisible marks on their prey, or they can rip them to pieces. They drink human blood and eat human flesh . . . and once they've taken enough of their victim, they can actually look like that victim too, whenever they choose. And it doesn't have to happen all at once. Sometimes they'd rather play with their victims . . . for days . . . or weeks . . . or months . . . till they finally grow tired of the Game. Or until he tells them to stop."

"He's their ruler, Gran. Their pack leader. Their alpha and their king . . . and he's been their ruler for hundreds of years. Descended from the original bloodline. And the only one allowed to take souls."

"Killing gives them power. Each time they take a human life, they get stronger. But to take a soul . . . a soul is worth a century, Gran. Without it, he grows weaker. He can take anyone he pleases, force anyone he pleases, but every hundred years on the anniversary of his Transformation—he must have a bride. One special bride, favored above all others. And do you want to know the irony? She has to commit her life to him willingly. She has to surrender her soul to him—freely! even though she'll never be free again!"

"Listen to me, Gran, I don't have much time. I'm the one he's chosen, and he'll find me wherever I go. And now that I've escaped, he'll track me down, and he'll kill me.  But the truth is, I want him to. Can you understand that? And can you forgive me? I'd rather be dead than to be with him; I'd rather die than be one of them. But I took something of his — something very old and very sacred. It explains everything about him — about them — and I hid it in a secret place!"

"I won’t tell you where. Because he'll know if I do — he'll know if you’re trying to protect me. He'll see it in the slightest expression on your face or in your eyes . . . he'll be able to smell that you’re lying.  No . . . you'll be much safer this way, not knowing.  But I will tell Byron when I see him. Only Byron.  And he'll know the place I mean."

"I love you so much, Gran. I know Byron's already on his way to the cemetery to meet me, but I had to come and see you one last time. I had to tell you all this myself, even though you probably already knew most of it. We always had that special connection, you and I . . ."

Katherine Wetherly's last conversation with her grandmother Odelia shortly before her death.

From Chapter 27 of The Unseen Part 4: Sin & Salvation by Richie Tankersley Cusick

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Plotting Call | Katherine Wetherly

Like this post if you would like to plot something between Katherine and your muse.

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There's something about Zade that drew Katherine in but she couldn't figure out what it is yet. A week ago, she was visiting a local coffee shop, ordering her usual coffee. No sugar, no cream. Just plain black.

Nothing exciting was going on that day but it didn't stop Katherine from enjoying it in the most normal way possible. She was simply enjoying her life like everyone else. However, she had no idea Zade was watching her the entire time she was at the coffee shop. Nor did she know he was there. She was completely unaware of his sudden interest in her and she never even questioned it. Sooner or later, she's going to find out . . . whether she's prepared for it or not.

"You know, it's been a while since I went to a concert. Lucy and I went to see Depeche Mode in Philadelphia last year and . . . let me tell you . . . the Wells Fargo Center was completely packed. Everyone was standing up, singing and dancing. We danced too and we lost our voices from singing our lungs out. It was so . . . much . . . fun and I loved every single moment of it."

Katherine didn't think too long about his invitation and she gave him another smile, the color on her cheeks still red but not as deep as before.

"I don't have anything planned this upcoming weekend. So . . . yes. I would love to go with you. I'll try not to use my phone too much. During the last concert Lucy and I went to, I used up my phone storage because I was taking selfies and recording videos of the band performing our favorite songs."

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He noted the way she blushed, the way the pink color seeped over her nose, her cheeks. It was fucking adorable. A sight that he knew he needed to see more of.

When she apologized and then turned her phone off, he also noted that. He was glad for the recipients sake that it was not a man. Things would not have ended so well for them.

He found Katherine over a week ago. She was getting coffee at a coffee shop, a pretty damn normal action but a moment that would change everything.

Her soft brown eyes burned into his mind, her smile, her whole fucking face was all he could see every time he closed his eyes. Her body made his hands itch to hold, to grab, to fucking bruise. He needed her like a man needed oxygen. Little did she know she was going to need him just as badly.

"No problem, I was asking what your weekend looked like? I have these concert tickets and I was wondering if you wanted to attend with me?"

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Starter Written for: Drew McIntyre (@karmalives)

Chosen Muse: Katherine Wetherly

"Have you ever thought about possibly pursuing a career in acting? I know wrestling is your first love but I can totally see you pull off a Claymore or two in an action movie. Or . . . if it's a fantasy TV show like Game of Thrones, I'm sure the director will allow you to use your sword for some really intense fight scenes."

It was the only question Katherine came up with, no matter how many times he had been asked or how many people had asked him. She smiled softly as she continued to speak to the Scottish Warrior.

"You may be the Scottish Warrior in WWE but you can also be the Scottish Warrior in Hollywood and I know for a fact that you'll equally be as badass on screen as you are in the ring. People will love you, both wrestling fans and non-wrestling fans. And . . . as a wrestling fan myself, so will I."

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Continuing from this | @dreamingonthedaily

Characters Involved: Katherine Wetherly & Zade Meadows

Katherine's eyes remained on Zade's as he walked towards her and picked her up. One arm across her shoulders and the other under her legs. She wrapped her arms around his neck while he carried her back to the couch and by the time he sat down, she rested her head on his chest and made herself comfortable.

The silence dragged on for a long while and she felt the squeeze of his arms on her body. Keeping her close to him and never letting her go. Katherine wasn't bothered by that at all and she didn't complain. She knew it was his way of telling her that he'll do whatever it takes to protect her and keep her safe. Even if it means she'll lose him one day.

Katherine shook the thought out of her mind and closed her eyes, her breathing slightly normal. Her body began to relax as he kissed her tenderly on the top of her head.

"I understand. And . . . thank you."

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“you should’ve told me this was going on. i would’ve put a stop to it the second i heard about it - for Katherine from Zade

"And what do you expect me to do? Watch you suffer and die like everyone else suffered the way I've seen it in my visions? I don't know how else to explain it to you, Zade, but . . . what I have is not just a gift. It's a curse and I couldn't make him go away. I've tried time and time again to tell him to leave me the fuck alone. To get out of my thoughts, my head, my . . . my nightmares. To stop hurting and killing people!"

Katherine's voice began to crack as she explained to Zade about Nicholas. An evil supernatural being who stalks, tortures and murders anyone he desires and he had been doing so for centuries. Her brother Byron said it best. She was forced to watch him but helpless to stop him and the next time he decides to kill someone, Zade could potentially become his next victim, whether he'll know it or not.

Her breathing shuddered and she tried her best not to cry. The fearful look in her eyes remained as she continued to describe the supernatural killer she had seen in her visions and nightmares since she was only 16 years old.

"Do you have any idea how much it hurts to be forced to watch him commit these . . . these atrocities? How much it hurts to not be believed just because I warned people to be careful? How much it hurts to not be safe anywhere other than in my own home with my brother and grandmother? The only two people I trusted. Byron understood what I was going through but he didn't know the full extent of the connection I have with this . . . this monster."

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Music Used: Laura Palmer's Theme by Angelo Badalamenti and Passion & Danger by Michael Suby

From Chapter 27 of The Unseen Part 4: Sin and Salvation by Richie Tankersley Cusick. Narrated by Christine Williams.

Please feel free to use headphones, AirPods or any other listening device you may have for better listening experience.

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“They can leave invisible marks on their prey or they can rip them to pieces.  They drink human blood and eat human flesh . . . and once they’ve taken enough of their victim, they can actually look like that victim too, whenever they choose.  And it doesn’t have to happen all at once.  Sometimes, they’d rather play with their victims . . . for days . . . or weeks . . . or months . . . till they finally grow tired of the Game.  Or until he tells them to stop.”

Katherine Wetherly

The Unseen Part 4: Sin and Salvation by Richie Tankersley Cusick

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Dominic: "I almost killed you."

Katherine: "You weren't yourself. Your mind was fucked up. You were lacking human blood which was why you went crazy and became a monster. It wasn't your fault, Dominic. If anyone is to blame, it's Nicholas. He was the one who tortured you. Mentally and psychologically. Just like he did to your father when he possessed him. What you went through was horrible and you deserve better than that. You deserve to be loved and cared for, not used, abused and manipulated."

Dominic: "How is my father now? And my sister?"

Katherine: "He's fine. Almost back to normal but he's getting there. Monica, on the other hand, treated me well and she let me stay with her in Texas for as long as I wanted, which I did. I'm very grateful for her hospitality and kindness but I know deep down she hasn't been the same since you disappeared."

Dominic: "And my mother? How is she?"

Katherine: "I'm . . . so sorry, Dominic. Your mother is dead. She passed away a while ago. She was sick with something and we didn't know what it was that was killing her. Monica had to drink her blood so she can become stronger and more powerful than ever before. Your father knew, Lucy knew and I knew. I'm sorry you had to find out this way."

Dominic was quiet for a long moment, allowing the words to sink in. His facial expression was nearly impossible to read despite the guilt and shame he was feeling for nearly killing his own relative.

Dominic: "I'm . . . not ready to come home. Not yet. I need time to grieve on my own and more time to be away from my family, no offense to you."

Katherine: "Of course. Take all the time you need."

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Dream of the Endless & Katherine Wetherly

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"Every hundred years . . . on the anniversary of his Transformation . . . he must have a bride.  One special bride, favored above all others.  And do you want to know the irony?  She has to commit her life to him willingly.  She has to surrender her soul to him . . . freely . . . even though she’ll never be free again."

Katherine Wetherly

The Unseen Part 4: Sin and Salvation by Richie Tankersley Cusick

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Who keeps calling you?" - for Katherine

Her phone may be muted but the vibration can still be felt on the table and Katherine understood why the man sitting across from her was concerned about it.

"It's my friend Lucy. I'll send her a quick text and then I'll get back to you. It'll only take a minute."

Her cheeks blushed a deep shade of pink and she smiled apologetically while she picked up her phone and began to write to her best friend.

[📲Text- Lucy ]: Can't talk right now. I'm in the middle of something. I'll call you later.

Once the text was sent, Katherine shut her phone off and placed it in her purse. Her next text message from Lucy will have to wait until later. Much later. With a deep breath, she leaned back against her chair and placed her hands gently on her lap, her palms resting on her thighs. Her focus and attention returned to the gentleman and she cleared her throat before speaking.

"Sorry about that. Anyway . . . um . . . what was your question again? You were asking me something before my phone vibrated."