Jacques’ POV

To be honest my first impression of Kathrin was, well, a bit comical. As were the circumstances under which we met. When I held her hand as I helped her up, I could feel that she had taken almost an immediate liking to me. I was both flattered and mildly amused by this, but I didn’t voice this knowledge to her so as not to cause any further embarrassment to the poor girl. She had quite enough of that going through her already as it was. Needless to say, I was mildly confused by the strong bout of humor that I felt course through her as I told her my name. Such an odd girl… I’ll have to ask her later just what was so funny. I couldn’t help but chuckle once she slid her hand out of mine, her embarrassment being quite obvious even without the use of my gift.

We talked about many different things for a long time before the conversation eventually turned onto the subject of vampire gifts. “What is your gift?” she asked curiously, her topaz eyes looking innocently into my own.

I smiled and lightly touched my fingers to her arm. I felt a thrill of excitement from her at my touch, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. It seemed that her feelings for me had been slowly increasing as the day had gone on. “I am an empath of sorts, but only through physical contact. I can tell exactly what someone is feeling at any given moment as well as how they feel towards specific things… or people.” Embarrassment flooded through her system once more and I kindly pulled my hand away from her so as to alleviate her discomfort. After a moment I asked, “So, do you have any special gifts yourself?” It turned out that she was a telepath, which resulted in another amusing little exchange between us. I think I was starting to like this girl.

Although she was still extremely young in vampire years (not even being half a year old yet), I managed to convince her into going on a night time outing in the town. This was insanely reckless I know, for if something were to happen that caused her to lose control she may well be able to break free of my hold on her with some ease. Still, I felt that her control was strong enough for us to manage so long as we were very careful. I held her hand the whole way as we ran to the town, making sure that she stayed in a relatively calm mood. Excitement or nervousness generally didn’t do much to aid one’s self-control.