Blood was all Kathrine had known, all her life. It sounded familiar to her now to have her hands dipped into the crimson color. She left red fingertips and marks of claws on everything she touched. She found comfort on the red, dense liquid. She hated how it had always been. She knew she couldn't do much against it. Blood covered her path everywhere she went.

It had started when she was born, her mother had spent a couple of seconds with Death before she had been pushed back on the other side of the edge. When Kat had finally came out firstly she had been cleaned from the red covering her skin (As if that could save her from her destiny) then she had been placed between her mother's arms. "I've been waiting for you, my sweet girl" Those were the first words little Kat had heard when she had been accepted in the real world.

The sanguine fluid had been part of her ever since. Every time she had scraped her knees because she hadn't been careful enough. Every time she had bit her tongue because she didn't want to embarrass her parents. Every time she lost a tooth and she tasted the metallic flavor on her tongue. When she was little she was obvious to what happened around her, she couldn't understand that her fate was being sealed. Right in front of her eyes.

It followed her everywhere she went, because a woman knows blood better then she knows herself. Her first period, her first fight, her first broken bone, even her first time. She was born in it, she had lived in it, she will die in it — She had never been so sure about anything in her life.

Present Kathrine spitted. Droplets of red fell into the sink. She left the blue toothbrush inside the holder before her hands grabbed the ceramic edges. Her bathroom was white and tidy, except for the small shelf in front of her which was filled with perfumes, soaps, and more. On her right there was a bath which had also a shower-head attached to the wall, its curtain halfway open. On the other side, after a tall and rectangular cabinet, there was the door, white and ajar. It needed some more attention, from the cracked window behind her back to the uneven tiles. She tilted her head up, her two black voids staring back at her. The squared mirror forced her to look at her own reflection. She cleaned her stained lip with the back of her hand.

Thump.

Kat stilled.

She turned her head. Need a weapon. She agreed with her conscious, for once, she grabbed the pair of scissor from inside the cabinet. Then, one step after the other she silently reached the door. She muted her breath before she pushed her fingers against the wood, sliding it open.

Thump, thud.

Her hand tightened around the metal of her quick-thinking weapon. Her eyes, which held an almost yellow color in the darkness of the house, scanned all around her. Her bedroom? clean. Kitchen and living room? clean. The streetlights illuminated her wooden floor trough the window, she was reminded of her small balcony. She squished herself against the wall. With her fingers she pushed open the sash. And then, she waited.

Nothing... Nothing... Still noth-

A body fell into her room, staining the floor. She prepared to use her weapon, her hand rose up ready to strike. Blood! Blood! She needed it. Her hands had always been stained. The creature called for the gore, for the pain, for the tortures that she had endured, for the wounds that could never be healed. No one crossed her path without consequences. Kathrine Kruse was an unstoppable force and if you got to close your life risked getting cut.

"Woah. Woah!" the hands of the intruder shoot up in surrender, his eyebrows followed, eyes wide with surprise (And not with fear). "Take it easy, killer. It's me, Wade Wilson—your favorite freak. Don't stab me yet, alright? I've got an amazing speech planned..."

Kathrine tilted her head, clearly confused about what was going on. She let her arm fell to her side, still holding onto her only weapon (Liar, her hands were the deadliest weapon she could ever had). She raised one of her brows at the man still laying on the floor.

"Well, okay, it's mostly just me begging for my life. But still, don't ruin the moment. Plus, I'm really injured here—like, 'Half a step from death' level." He coughed, a pained cough that looked like he was about to throw up his own lungs. "So, maybe hold off on the killing? I don't think i have much time left anyway if that's what keeps you going."

Only then she stepped to the side, letting the light of the city hit Wade's body. He was wearing a pair of sneakers covered in mud, pants that had met the same fate as his footwear, and a black shirt — It was clearly worn-in especially since it looked more like a brownish-grey. — which had a strange stain on the front. His hand covered the spot, Kat crouched down at his side before forcing his fingers away from the dark fabric. Red.

Crimson.

She went to grab the hem of the shirt, his hand wrapped softly around her wrist, hard enough to stop her, gentle enough to let her escape his grip if she had wanted to. "I usually wait 'till second date to get to second base. But, since you're just checking for injuries, I'll let it slide. Remember it in the future." His hand let go, a red line was now circling her wrist. The ghost of his digits staining her skin.

She gave him an harsh glare. When she finally succeeded on uncovering the injury she couldn't help but let her fingertips graze over it. She went all over the gash, which was admittedly a large one but not deadly — Or at least not with her there..

"Think you can save me?" his question made her brain reconnect, the monster laid back inside the cage. "Or you're just going to watch me bleed out in your room like I'm your favorite kind of forbidden film—Which I know I am." Wade barked, he was a dog with rounded teeth.

Kat bit back, she was a cat that had already lived through half of its lives. "Stop talking" she muttered. They were the only ones there, she realized, that the silence around them weighted like a warm hug. He was bleeding out, she had to help him. The hyena growled before turning around, it would feast on his opened chest another day.

Before he could realize it she was grabbing him from his shoulder, helping him stand up and moving over the brown leather couch. She pushed him there, he fell back without a sound except for the cushions crushing under his weight. She pointed a finger at him. 'Stay there' it meant. He was far too focused on what she did to find something so say back.

There, as he kept applying pressure on his wound, his gaze followed her into the bathroom. From the small gap of the door he saw her as she started quickly searching for something. She moved behind the door and he was forced to look away from her, his orbs moved around the room. It was quite small, but functional. In front of the sofa there was a coffee table, it had some signs of scratches and bites and over it laid an ashtray (He could count at least eight cigarettes' ends in there). The walls all around were a beautiful green that he thought reflected almost perfectly how he visualized her soul. They were mostly empty except for some shelves filled with sleeping cats and—Wait, what?

Wade did a double take. He scanned the room again, and he noticed the numerous felines sprawled all around the house. How could he had missed it before? Maybe he had lost more blood than he had thought...

Kathrine placed a small, but heavy case on the ruined coffe table. She opened it and he caught a glimpse of what was inside of it. "Is this your 'in case of absolute chaos' kit? Is this a normal occurrence for you?" he asked referring to the contents of the box.

She didn't even hum back in answer. She grabbed a cleaned cloth and started cleaning his injury. Her fingers, which were just some centimeters over the end of his boxers, caused goosebumps to erupt all over his skin. He bit his lip as she pushed a little too hard. She stilled, her eyes moved to meet his for a second, just enough to make sure he was alright. Not enough to make him understand that she cared.

Kathrine would have loved to deny that she was focused on the way his abs contracted, or how his hands gripped the cushions, or his ragged breath as she finally finished cleaning it and he was left with some time to recover. Instead she had to fight those thoughts. Not because she was a normal girl with a silly crush that she had to hide. But because for the first time ever she found her and the monster inside agreeing on something: Pain and blood were even more beautiful if he was at the center of it all. His chest rising and falling as he took deep breath to distract himself from the pain, his fingers digging into the leather just like hers did inside the flesh of her preys.

"Kitty" he broke the silence, voice cracking "Sorry for crashing into your place like a drunk elf after Christmas dinner. If I'd known I was gonna spill my guts all over your place, I would've at least brought a bottle of wine... Or a mop." he smiled. She started to search for a needle and a thread, doing everything she could to avoid his soft gaze.

He couldn't move his focus away from her as she prepared everything. "Get ready" was all she said before she started to align the edges of his wound. He let out the first grunt of pain as she worked. And then another. And another. She knew how painful it was, and she knew she wasn't exactly an expert at it (She had tried her hand on her own body before). Kathrine was a monster, yes, she knew that. But he didn't. "Speak to me Win" she whispered.

He understood what she was doing, or trying to do at least, distract him. He took it as a point in his favor. Not many flew so close to the sun without burning to ashes. Not many walked so close to the cat without ending up as a snack. "I really am sorry for crushing here" he repeated, almost pleading. His eyes were big and round, Kat had never been more thankful for a life or death situation. —Speaking of her friend Death, she was watching from the other side of the room, trying to see what Kathrine's hands would have brought her that night— Wade whimpered as the needle pierced trough his skin.

He took a deep breath. "I didn't know where else to go" he confessed. He confessed like he always did when he was in her presence, because for some reason all his life he had never learned to keep his mouth shut, but for the same reason with her he could only speak the truth.

"Weasel?" asked the woman.

"Oh, really? That's the brain-buster you've got for me?"

She bit her tongue, they both knew who she was going to name next "Vanessa?" Her name cut through the thick tension of the room like a bullet slicing trough the air. Kat went back to work, ignoring the way his eyes burned all over her skin.

"I didn't want her to see me like that. She already hates my job—Ouch—You know how the people on my line of work can be..." She nodded, he sighed "I think it's rubbing off on me."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah" he bit his lip, he clenched his hand into a tightly closed fist. Kathrine squished the edges of his wounds together "Shit!" He brought the hand to his mouth, his teeth sinking into his own fingers. With the other he kept gripping the cushion under him.

"Keep talking" she scolded him.

His smirk showed up. "I thought I had to stop talking—" She pushed harder "Ah—Fine, fine. Jeez, I'm dying here a little sympathy would be nice, just saying."

The side of her mouth twitched, a ghost of a smile threatened to overcome her features, the monster looked around confused as his cage shook. Kat had almost finished her work. Her fingers, now stained with blood (They already were, they always were), worked fast. The light above them flickered every once in a while and Wade was almost a hundred percent sure that it had the same rhythm of his beating heart. She didn't bother with an answer. He was content anyway. (He was actually shouting happily in his mind, it's not every day that Kathrine smiles—If it could even be called that).

He took his time to observe the way her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her lip was slightly chipped in the middle, her nose looked sharp with the light from above but he could see that it was actually rounded on the point. He would have loved to live always so near to her, that way he could have stared at every little spot on her face. His eyes moved down, she was wearing a grey sweater that fit slightly larger then intended on her, a pair of blue striped pants, and white crew socks.

"Win" she teased, voice low like a thunder rumbling in the distance "Am i losing you?"

Never. He forced himself to say something with a little more thought behind "No no. I'm just drowning in my own self pity" Kat hummed again, she had made him talk she didn't care about what he  had to say. Liar. Wade kept going, anything to distract himself from the pain "You know that each time my work comes up she stares at me like I'm the one behind word hunger?" Kat shook her head. It wasn't like her and Vanessa were best friends, Kathrine didn't have any friend. And after the bartender had give her very, very subtle blessing to the couple the other girl had tried to keep the man mostly out of their conversations.

"I-I mean, I like what I do... Is that such a crime?" questioned Wade. How could he speak so freely?, Wasn't it an enormous weight on his shoulder? Wasn't he afraid of his own guilt? Kathrine envied him. "I'm not exactly cut out for a 9-to-5 or, you know, being a good guy. But... what does that make me? A monster? A hero on the wrong side? Something broken behind repair?" he chuckled drily.

Kat tied the end of the thread. Without speaking she leaned forward with her head, mouth opening slightly to show her sharp fangs. She caught the string between her teeth, hot breath hitting Wade's skin. Just above the waistband of his black boxers. In that moment he thought he was dead. He couldn't believe that he was witnessing that scene alive. What had been his purpose in life before that moment? Simply existing to arrive there? She bit, the thread broke, she straightened back up. "Done."

He remained silent, once again. Then it came over him that he had confessed far more than he had intended too. He cussed his own self inside his head. He was already considered a stalker, he wasn't ready to add creep to the list. He cleared his throat, his cheeks reddening slightly as his temperature rose up. He tried to get up, Kat was quicker than him (Cat like reflexes had always been her thing), she pushed her hand against his shoulder and she forced him against the leather, only letting him to sit up.

She grabbed a piece of cotton from the emergency kit and she wetted it with what Wade recognized as a saline solution. With one hand she grabbed his chin, forcing him to tilt his head. From her spot at his side Kat started to clean the wound over his forehead. Silence filled the room as she focused on her task. He's like you. Reminded her the voice inside her mind. He can understand. He'll understand—No. It's hard to fight against your own self. Especially when you know that at least part of what it's saying is true.

Wade had his own slice of darkness inside, a grain of sand compared to Kathrine's. But he fought against it too. Because he wanted to be better, because he had dipped a feet into the pure souls' word and they had made him believe that he was made wrong. Kat had never been so against something. When she looked inside his eyes she saw a man who was far too good for what life had brought him. Who was far too good for her.

She had to keep him away, he was too close to the sun. To the monster. The creature could smell his flavor and it was yearning for a taste. She had to save him, for she couldn't save her own self. She moved her hand down, the cut on his other cheek demanded some care too. She met two chocolate orbs, she forgot about all the reasons why she shouldn't have been so close to what was actually her favorite pray.

"You are far more than what people see Win." she breathed out as she focused on the small wound "We were born inside this world, that's all we've ever known. It's not wrong to find comfort in something that feels so familiar. Especially if you have people thanking you for what you do. Especially if your own conscious think that it's not such a bad thing" Her gaze softened. She didn't smile nor gave him something more. She simply stopped her movement for a moment as she let their eyes meet.

Her look talked to him 'You're not broken, you don't need fixing' And his spoke back 'How do you know so much about broken things?' A beat passed, none of them blinked. Her answer came but he couldn't translate it, maybe she had changed language because she didn't want him to know the truth, or maybe he couldn't accept the reality. 'Look at me' were her never spoken words.

She finished cleaning his face. She put a bandaid over his chin before she got up on her feet. She rediscovered her voice when she noticed he was about to do the same. "Stop" she ordered.

He looked up at her, confused. He voiced his thoughts as she stepped back to him to cover the injury on his lower torso with a gauze "I know cats are like tiny, furry vampires of the night. But some of us, y'know, humans, actually need sleep to, like, not collapse into a puddle of exhaustion."

She grabbed a red blanket from under the little table and pushed her nail into his shoulder to effectively push him back down before covering him with it.. She started to put everything back in place. She felt his gaze on her as she moved around. "Go to sleep Win"

"But—"

"We'll talk about how you ended up like this tomorrow. You need rest." She left the box on the coffe table, and with it a speechless Wade Wilson. He let his body relax, his head tilting to the ceiling. A small smile appeared on his face as he stared up in silence. The blanket keeping him warm was a reminder of how her touch had felt all over his skin.

Maybe he had always had a weak spot for her, and maybe he always would. But that night signed it for him. With her whispered words that held far more significance than she had wanted to let it seems, and her longing looks through her thick lashes, his curiosity for her had only grew. He had almost lost his life that night, but he wasn't ashamed to admit that he would have gladly done it again if it meant walking so close to the predator that was Kathrine Kurse.

Author's Note:
What if i love them your honor?