Evil Slut Vampire

We haven't officially met yet, I'm Katherine; a five hundred and forty year old bitch with sharp, sharp fangs teeth. If we must go over it again, I could rip you to shreds and do my nails at the same time. Tracking Tag: Disgraced Petrova

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In STL for the weekend, no full access to the internet. I may not be on much. 

waiting for replies from montereyripper & naprawxmnie on threads :) 

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KATHERINE'S WARDROBE » 2.17 Know The Enemy

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replies to montereyripper, @naprawxmnie, princessvanityvixen, reginam-abaddon are done. BBL LOVES :) 

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A Time to Live || +disgraced-petrova

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[montereyripper-archive-blog-dea]

Stefan wasn’t much of a morning person. He hated getting up any time before the mid-afternoon if he could avoid it, but he never could. He had a very set and specific schedule that planned out every moment of his day from dawn til dusk. It was for this reason and this alone that he woke every day before dawn. It was the only time he had alone to think, or to do anything that wasn’t required of him. 

As the second son of the king, he should never have had to do this. He had no desire to be the heir to the throne, but king Giuseppe had only two sons, and his brother had abdicated a few years before. He felt it was his duty to take on the burden of the crown when he came of age and his father stepped down. He was only seventeen, and that day was both too soon and not nearly soon enough.

He wanted to be a good king, and he was excited to try. But at the same time, he felt he hadn’t ever truly lived at all and he wasn’t sure he would ever feel like he had when his life wasn’t his own. His life belonged to the kingdom, to the people, and who was he to deny them it? But he couldn’t help it; he wanted to feel like he’d lived, even just for a while, before he gave it all up to serve his country.

He was deeply immersed in his thoughts as he left his room that morning and headed to the kitchens to steal some breakfast. It was all but deserted but for a girl he’d never seen before. He took a bread roll and smiled at her. “Good morning,” he said cheerfully. “I don’t think we’ve met before. Are you new to the palace?”

[disgraced-petrova]

The sun had glared in through the kitchen windows, blinding the girl from seeing the man approaching her. Yet, she knew he was there from his voice. "Good morning to you as well," she replied with her head bowed as she kneaded some more dough. The mixture moved throughout her fingers as she rolled it and flattened it against the table, the Petrova did not see the man's face until she looked up. Embarrassment filled her cheeks, knowing that she was greeting the Prince in flour-covered hands and frizzed hair, and she let out a smile in attempt to hide it. "Forgive me for meeting you dressed in informal attire, your highness, but one does not come to cook in such finery."

Katherine placed the dough down, removing her fingers from it's glue-like substance and wiped her hands on a nearby cloth. With a quick break of eye contact from the Prince, she regained her posture and took a breath. "It is my first time in the Palace, it is absolutely breath-taking." She continued on, her amber eyes meeting with the Salvatore's. "The art that you have here is a wonder in itself, let alone with your perfect archways and glorious halls. It makes me wish I could see more of it. . ." Pausing for a moment, Katherine grabbed a tray that was besides her, moving it to her hand's reach. She doused her hands in more powder, coating them evenly, before she started to pull the dough apart. Rolling the sections into perfect, little balls before placing them on the flat surface to be baked. She flipped a curl behind her shoulder before speaking to the man again; attempting to be of interest. "I just came for today, I did not mean to impose on the other workers, but one had begged me to come help. I suppose you are having a bigger breakfast than planned?"  

[paulwelsey]

SILAS IS SAD BECAUSE STEFAN PROMISED SILAS HE WOULDN’T EAT ANYMORE HUMANS, HE WILL JUST DRINK SILAS’ BLOOD BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT GOOD DOPPELGANGERS DO.

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Everyone has six names.

[disgraced-petrova]

1. your real name: Jess

2. your detective name (favorite color and favorite animal): Red Doberman 

3. your soap opera name (middle name and street you live on): Lynn Wingate

4. your star wars name (first three letters of last name, first two of middle name, first two of first, last three of last): BerLyJeran

5. superhero name (color of your shirt, first item to your immediate left): Black Window [haha, sounds like Black Widow]

6. goth name (black and one of your pets): Black Cat [SPIDERMAN!]

[danielgrayson]

Remembering Katherine Pierce Week - day three: Favorite BAMF moment

→ “I have a better plan. You go fetch it, and I will try not to kill anyone in the meantime.”

[princessvanityvixen]

  There was a part of Elena that had known that Katherine was completely and utterly right.  However, she had seen a good side of Katherine before, before they became some sort of mortal enemies. They had both done wrong to the other.  However, Elena was adamant that there was more to the story than had met the eye. Taking a deep breath, she tilted her head to the side, shaking her  head. “I had to flip the switch because you  killed the only family I had left. You know how that feels. You’re still working the bitch meter over your family  five hundred years later. Heaven forbid that Katherine Pierce would h ave to feel anything.”

[disgraced-petrova]

"The difference between you and I, Elena, is that you switch it off and I deal with it." The Petrova stated with anger in her tone of voice. "Thanks for the history lesson, but we all know that Little Gilbert is safe at home now, since everything works out for you, precious." She crossed her arms as she stared at her mirror, studying her as she moved. "Now, are you going to talk about this 'this is different' deal or are you going to waste more of my time?" 

[disgraced-petrova]

Dreaming Stone

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  Tatia couldn’t help but sigh with disappointment. When she got locked in here, kept in a strange eternal sleep, she really expected her savior to be one of her loved ones. Knowing their powers, they seemed to be the only ones capable of that. Nothing could be compared to the sorrow she felt for a moment. But quickly, that sadness had been tossed aside by another feeling, that took over her mind right now - confusion. Why the girl in front of her looked exactly like her? “You’re another person, who looks exactly like me…” It was the same face she used to see whenever she’d look at the calm surface of brook. What kind of magic was that? Once Esther told her that she had chosen her for a reason. Tatia still couldn’t remember what term did she use, but as far as she remembered, it meant she was a reflection of someone. Was that what she meant? That was why the girl next to her looked exactly like her? She tried to think of it, looking down at the ground. She was breathing heavily, still not quite recovered after the thousand years of sleeping.

She was so lost in her thoughts, that she practically ignored what was happening between the witch and her reflection. Only after the girl brought the young witch to her, Tatia frowned in even deeper confusion. But confusion quickly turned into panic when she saw how the girl cut the witch’s throat. A scream escaped Tatia’s lips, trying to move as far away from the dying girl as possible. Thanks to the closeness, her blood ended up all over her face and the upper side of her dress. With her eyes wide open, Tatia backed herself to the stone wall, breathing irregularly due to what she had just witnessed. Her human little heart was beating as if it was about to fly out of her chest. “Why on earth have you done that?!” she yelled at the girl with her face. She shook her head in disbelief. “The spirits will punish you…” she remembered clearly what her mother told her when she was a little girl. When you hurt a servant of nature, the spirits will punish you.

[disgraced-petrova]

With the witches' locks still in her claws, Katherine cocked her head at her elder as she cornered herself. The scream she had released was echoing throughout the cave and seemed to be traveling down the tunnel, filling the ancient hole with sound. "What, this?" The Petrova answered, lifting the witches' head a bit higher - making the knees pop as they were taken off the ground. "The spirits have a lot worse things to punish me for, Tatia, I bet this is the least of their concerns." She moved her eyes from the frantic girl in the corner to the body that was standing from the strength of her hand. The figure's eyes were clouded over with it's mouth still open, as if it was still gasping for air. With the way that her elder had reacted to it, Katherine assumed that she was not going to feed from it. She let go of the body, letting it clash against the rock floor of the tomb. It had landed in an awkward position, but the vampire was glad to have her hands free from the witches' hair. She slapped her hands together, getting rid of whatever dirt was on the witch, and her curls bounced with her movement. Her eyes narrowed as she looked back at the woman before her. 

"Yes, I am your reflection, as you would like to put it, but surprise I'm not the only one that we share the same face with." Katherine paused, putting her hands on her hips, deciding whether or not to crouch down to the woman's level in three-hundred dollar heels. "If you need a quick history lesson in that, I'll give to you on the way home. We have work to do and if you won't eat a witch, I need to find you some food - fast." 

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[abaddeadly]

     ”I need more blood so unless you want to       volunteer as tribute, then get out.”

[disgraced-petrova]

The Petrova eyed the woman down as she spoke, letting her greeting echo through her head. "Blood?" Katherine answered with a smirk on her face, looping a curl around her finger. "Now, why would I get out when the party is just getting started?"