Katherine Pierce

... she lies. she cheats. she manipulates. she will do anything to survive. EXCLUSIVE TO BUNKERVERSE.

[thatslayer]

It Begins on a Dark Night || Katherine & Faith

[hershredofhumanity]

thatslayer :

               Heading there? Faith watches Elena pass her, making for the cemeteries of Case street, and her brows knit, “Not lookin’ to harsh your mellow, yo, but the bunker?” and it’s punctuated by Faith thumbing the direction over her shoulder, “Would be that way.”

She slowly moves in the same direction — at least one of them needs to slay those vampires, after all, “And about twenty-miles out in the boonies.” somehow, it doesn’t ring weird in Faith’s mind that Elena’s out this far on foot. That her silver Subaru is nowhere to be found, or that she looks a little dazed. Dazed, that can be explained. That potential drama with Damon’s got ‘life ruiner’ written all over it, and Faith’s borderline ecstatic that it’s not her honey who was courted away by a Salvatore, “You guys have the, ‘sorry honey, I married a dude’ talk, yet?”

Katherine being called out on her oblivious sense of direction causes her to stop dead in her tracks and break character for a moment. She makes a small pissy face with her back facing Faith, mentally telling the universe how much easier this whole thing would be if the Slayer would cut the being inconvenient crap and be so kind to take her to the damn secret hideout herself.

But it’s important she keeps her cool here. The motives behind this particular mission are far bigger and important than the potential of getting staked here, so if patience and being Emmy worthy is what it takes, then patient and Emmy worthy Katherine will be.

She inhales a small calming breath before turning back around, anddd cue the little miss I’m so innocent face-palm, “Right, duh...”

But wait a second. Elena’s a new vampire, right? So new that it wouldn’t be totally off the charts crazy to ask for a little assistance here, “You know what? Somewhere in all the crazy head thoughts, I must’ve ended up taking a wrong turn.. or two. Okay, this is officially embarrassing, and probably gonna put me in the running for lamest vampire of all time, but.. do you think you could maybe like.. help me get back? I’ll fill you in on the Damon stuff on the way.”

[thatslayer]

It Begins on a Dark Night || Katherine & Faith

[hershredofhumanity]

thatslayer :

          It’s got to be weird for Sam, having Elena around. What with his fetish for bad girls leading him down the path of porn with Katherine Pierce, and all. He doesn’t seem to notice the resemblance and Faith’s got to assume that’s practice at work.

Faith’s not the hugest fan of Elena’s. Doesn’t hate her, just doesn’t see the point of her in the grand scheme of things. It’s possible she’s bitter, being that she followed Elena as Stefan’s doe-eyed, brunette girl of the moment. Doesn’t feel bitter, though. Indifference, that’s more what it is.

                   Caroline’s a whole other story. That chick can eat a bag of dicks.

           "Right, right. Forgot, you’re new on the job.“ Faith pushes both hands into her pockets to warm them up, shrugs her shoulders up and motions down Case street with a nod, "Down that way? Couple cemeteries, the new ones. Like, post WWII. Last leg of the nightly patrol. What are you doing all the way out here? Figured you’d be back at HQ,” making moon eyes at Damon, but she makes the wise decision to not mention it.

“I was. I mean, I am.. heading there.” Great, now Katherine’s even expected to think like Elena. Keeping tabs on her doppelganger’s life was no longer the fun sport it used to be, but she did hear a thing or two about her less favorite Salvatore’s extracurricular activities.

The universe has a sick sense of humor, so somebody sue Katherine for this being one of the few times she actually enjoys it. She sighs, combs a couple strands of hair behind her ear... “Damon said we’d talk.” and starts making a move in the direction Faith was headed. She has no idea what Elena’s relationship with the renowned Slayers is like, but isn’t getting staked so interprets that as a good sign, “Figured I could use the rehearsal.”

[thatslayer]

It Begins on a Dark Night || Katherine & Faith

[hershredofhumanity]

thatslayer :

                         He says that every night. Begs the question of why the vast majority of empty houses they come across are either bare bones, or luxe and lush mansions with ‘Campbell’ worked into the stained glass above their doors. Faith wonders, herself, if they’re any relation to Mary Campbell. Faith wonders about Mary Campbell, in general.

          There’s something comforting about the fact that Sam clearly doesn’t want to part company any more than she does. That he keeps her so close, even after six years. Long time in Faith’s world, the shine ought to be off the penny, by now. Maybe it’s the danger of their situation that keeps them clinging to each other, or maybe she needs to stop picking it apart in her brain and just enjoy this. While it lasts. If it lasts. So, she leans into the kiss and keeps Sam close, for he moment she’s got left. When he’s gone, she’s gone. Down the street in the opposite direction, toward a cemetery. Hell bent for leather.

                             Her stride’s slow, busy scrolling through a news feed on her phone, trying to read the small type with her thirty-plus year old eyeballs that are used to making out threads in darkness and not quite so used to a high-contrast screen. She doesn’t even notice the footfall behind her. The scratch and click of heels on pavement seems to blend with her own shuffling feet. It’s not until something touches her shoulder that Faith’s instincts kick in and she’s on the beast. Turned fast, pinned them to the hood of a nearby Chevy by the throat with a stake in her free hand, pulled back and ready. Faith’s lip curls, she squints and it’s a long, slow moment before she lets the thing up and offers her hand, “Good way to get your face tore off. Gonna make you wear a bell. You okay?”

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“I think so.” Katherine’s regrouping, massaging one hand around her collar area as she winces, “Wow, you’ve got some major grip on you.” Ugh, having to play the dough eyed, ever so delicate Elena was tiresome. Somebody just stake her already, “No, that was my bad. I saw you walking and thought it’d be a good idea to tag along.” She chuckles innocently, “Just... remind me to yodel or something next time.”

So, this was the infamous Faith. Up close and personal. A little gruff, Katherine feels inclined to mention, but much prettier than she would of liked. Not to mention the big guy jones Sam seems to have for her. Vomit.

“So... where are you headed, exactly?”

[samattheend-1]

the big secret

[hershredofhumanity]

samattheend :

Maybe she missed him. 2010, and he just might have cared. Yeah, Sam’s thought about Kat since she left. She’s pretty impossible to forget, not just because most of the memories he has of her are basically porn. He sees her face every time they hear from Elena.

He slowly puts his gun away. If she thinks she’s gonna fan an old flame or milk any residual feelings he has for her, she’s wrong. Sam smiles a tight, painful looking smile, “Right.” he responds with a grimace, reaching back to pull a good sized knife out of a cheap sheath he has snapped to his belt. He only waits a beat before rushing Kat and pinning her to the wall, knife to her throat, “Try again.”

Alright, fine. If this is how Mc grumpy pants wants to play it, Katherine has zero qualms submitting to a couple of his violent outbursts. After-all, there’s far worse scenarios than having Sam Winchester on top of you, as she greatly recalls, “I forgot how charming you were.” Still, if he asks for it enough, she’ll rip his perfect ass to shreds and they both know it, “Isn’t it obvious?”

The moment passes, leaving Katherine chuckling, almost as a mock as she pushes at Sam’s chest and sends him off of her. Harder than was necessary, but that whole little knife incident just hurt her feelings, “Right where you’re laying...” Katherine treads on over to him, kicks the knife out of his hand and lowers herself into a crouching position. If he really is the smart Winchester, he’ll stay there, “Is a hellmouth.”

Well, this whole town was a hellmouth, but he should get the point, “I take it you’ve already heard what happened to our beloved Mystic Falls.” Katherine smirks, big and wide into a dramatic pause before extending her hand to help Sam up as some kind of peace offering, “Would you believe it? I’m here to help.”

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[hershredofhumanity]

BUNKERVERSE

i want katherine things. come plot with me. ;-)

[samattheend-1]

the big secret

[hershredofhumanity]

samattheend :

Sam snorts this angry chuckle and takes in their surroundings. Pretty dramatic, even for Katherine, “Yeah. You almost did.” Jokes. They’re having a Tarantino moment and she’s cracking jokes. Typical Kat.

He just doesn’t have the patience for her tonight, or any creepy doom she’s here to pass off onto his life. Why do all his exes come back to haunt him? Does Sam have crappy taste in women? That can’t be it.

“OK, you’ve made your grand entrance. Why am I here?”

“You tell me.” Sam’s suspicious, that’s smart. He’s also got this little thing called free will, so no way is Katherine going to be made to answer the big questions for him, “We both know you could of just as easily wiped those messages clean, yet.. here we both are.”

“Maybe I missed you.”

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agilbertslife :

Katherine wanted attention, Elena was sure of it. Her motives for evil were always mired by her need to be in the spotlight and have an audience to hang on her every word. Well, she wouldn’t be given the satisfaction. Elena sighed with frustration, “I’m here for Buffy, not Damon. I’m taking her back with me; we need an army. You do know what’s going on in Mystic Falls, right? Oh, wow. You don’t know, do you?”

Katherine doesn’t know? Really, someone needs to snap Elena’s pretty little neck right there on the spot for even thinking that. When would these people learn? She’s always one step ahead. “I know enough.”

More than she’s letting on, if that golden smirk is anything to go by but pity for you she’s not sharing. Her business lies here in Lebanon, as for the why? Well, that’s for everyone else to dot dot dot, “And between you and me, I think you’ll need more than one little slayer.”

[samattheend-1]

the big secret

[hershredofhumanity]

samattheend :

@hershredofhumanity

What Sam’s doing is wrong and he can feel it. He knew it when he kept the text to himself and he knew it when he lied to Dean about where he was going tonight. He just… he has to at least hear her out.

When Sam gets to the door of the old and abandon farm house he was directed to, he doesn’t have to pick the lock. The door’s ajar so he reaches for his gun and it joins his flashlight, out at arms length in front of him as he slowly pushes into the foyer.

It’s lit pretty well, considering half the roof’s gone and it’s a full moon. Sam puts the gun down but not away, and he speaks to a figure in the shadows, “OK, you’ve got me here. Don’t waste my time.”

“You’re late.” A brief and suspenseful pause ends with Katherine leaving the shadows, like some kind of unexpected plot twist you’d come to expect from watching the CW channel with all its dramatic sound effects. She supposes she should be thankful he came at all, but her special ability to be grateful got lost somewhere around 500 years ago.

Folding her arms, she heads a few steps in Sam’s direction but keeps a noticeable gap between them. Tensions are running high, and she knows where she’s not wanted, “For a second I thought I might actually get stood up.”

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agilbertslife :

“Katherine…” No. Elena refused to be intimidated by her doppelganger again. She had been through and lost too much to back down from a potential fight.

She was a vampire now, she had to start acting like it.

“You know what? I’m actually happy for Damon. He found someone to love him, warts and all and I’m just not going to trample on that. Ric’s a really great guy. No, actually Ric’s the best guy and he’s so good for Damon. Was that the best you could do; throw my ex-boyfriends in my face, again? If you wanna fight me, I won’t run but if you’re just going to keep playing games then don’t waste my time.”

“Is that why you’re here? To be happy for them?” Nobody’s interested in what Katherine has to say, but they won’t shut their ears off either. She often has a point, but the nose rubbing of it all? Well, that just makes it so much better. “Or is it to stop them from finding out that a life without Elena Gilbert is oddly more satisfying.”

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2.11 | Playthings

[katspierce]

tvd forever meme ♥ [7/8] favourite characters ↳ katherine pierce

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okay, so this blog is now a katherine blog (moved from a side-blog) and buffy’s back at her original url.

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Katherine.

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BACK AT @iwannadogirlystuff. DON’T SMACK ME. XD

[hedaslayer]

I’m Buffy, the Vampire Slayer. And you are?

[thatslayer]

DEFCON One || Buffy & Faith

[hershredofhumanity]

thatslayer :

             She spaced? That earns Buffy one of Faith’s patented ‘what the fuck’ faces, because Buffy spaces during research… combat, on the other hand? That’s new and, if Faith had the ability to be honest with herself when it comes to Buffy, she’d have to admit that it has her worried.

    Good thing she doesn’t have that ability.

                               Buffy’s next punch connects, but the force behind it isn’t what Faith would call Slayer-like. She dodges the next punch, side-steps the cartwheel and uses the distraction of it’s dismount to kick Buffy squarely between the shoulder blades. It’s a blow that, back in the day, she would’ve never had the opening for.

                  Faith thought that one would get her ass kicked. Or, at least, get her an angry blow to the jaw, the way getting the better of Buffy sometimes does. But, nothing.

     Nothing that resembles Faith’s history with Buffy Summers. No turn, no fight, no pissed glare that’ll melt your face off. No, nothing. And, when Buffy brushes her off to retreat, Faith’s not gonna have it.

                         Something’s definitely up.

                   "Hey,“ she follows Buffy all of two feet and gets a handful of her shoulder, "Hey, what the hell was that?”

Buffy’s heading towards the staircase, in the process of unwrapping her knuckle padding and all of a sudden she looks kind of beat. At least until Faith being Faith decides to turn things a tad more invasive, causing her to resist further and shrug her off with some mild form of irritation.

“I’m not sure.” She sighs and makes her way up a couple steps, taking her hair back with her hands as she turns around and rests on top of one of them, “Nothing good, I think.”

Normally Giles was her go-to for this kind of thing, especially anything potentially prophecy related and no offence to Faith, but picking her brain was kind of a lousy substitute. Fortunately for her, Giles was otherwhere. So here goes, with small hopes n’all, “Okay, scenario. What if lately I told you.. i’ve been having all these sorts of bad feelings.. about where I was, and it brought up some questions.”