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PSA.

That is why I created this OC.

I know that many people are not fond of Nina Dobrev OCs because there are a whole lot of them by now, but I am afraid this is the part of me that does not completely want to let go of playing Elena and Katherine.

Anyways, if anyone needs me that is where you are going to find me until further notice and I would be one happy cookie if some of you guys are willing to roleplay on there, whether we continue our threads with a bit of adjustment, or start something new. I will probably go on a big follow spree now and try to add people back, but if I miss anyone feel free to just pop into my inbox and slap me, yes? Love you! :)

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An unexpected visitor.

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    ❝Oh, well. Eventually somebody will kill her.❞ Rebekah finished, shrugging the topic off and grabbing the bottle off alcohol once again to fill the glass. She would have done it herself, but truth be told, she had better things to do than haunt Elena Gilbert. She wasn’t a threat, just annoying with her little voice and her perfect attitude, and she had lost all interest for her a long time ago. Killing her right now didn’t bring her any joy, and it would have been pointless. Anyway, eventually she would piss someone enough and she would be dead and it would save her the trouble of doing it herself.

            Rebekah smiled at the doppelganger, finding her determination almost entertaining. ❝Really cute. If that’s the purpose you want to have in life, then go right ahead, look for them.❞ she answered her. Of course she had brought the daggers with her. There was no chance she left them in New Orleans, somewhere Niklaus could find them, and she wasn’t willing to give it to Elijah either. No, finding those daggers and keeping them in her possession had been one of the best things that had happened to her in centuries, she wasn’t going to risk it that Niklaus recovered them and could threaten her again. 

    ❝—I knew it.❞ the blonde answered, a small chuckle leaving her mouth as she looked at the doppelganger once again. ❝Why do you stay in a town where everybody hates you?❞

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        "Let us hope that you are right about that." Katherine replied while she walked over to the couch and plopped down onto it. It was truly surprising that her doppelgänger managed to outlive all of the things she faced until now, but she agreed with Rebekah; It could only be a matter of time until her protectors got bored and she tempted the wrong people with her attitudes. Maybe it would not make her own life much better, yet the former vampire surely would not mourn her death. She simply could not control herself around her doppelgänger -- she managed to hit all of the wrong buttons. "There are more important things to talk about, aren't there?" After all, Rebekah still did not tell her why she appeared in Mystic Falls.

        "If you want to continue to call me cute I need more alcohol." She announced, leaning forward to grab the bottle out of her hands. It was clear that she was not going to waste her time with the daggers, was it not? Katherine was not exactly glad to see the Original vampire, but again -- there were more important things.

        "Mhm, let me think." She mused, her expression changing for once. "Probably for the same reasons you follow your brothers like lost puppies." Not to mention that she was getting weaker and weaker, day by day. 

                                               "Though that makes me ask again.. Why are you here, Rebekah?"

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            Mashing his teeth together, a strangled grunt escapes his mouth as the vampire rips his neck open for a second time. When she pulls away, the sudden blow of cool air stings and he shuts his eyes from the pain — but only for a quick second. The blurred darkness hidden behind his eyelids provide momentary comfort, but when he opens his eyes, cobalt blue eyes meet a pair of chocolate orbs burning alight in a red flare. Stronger than his pain and deeper than the hole in his chest.

            The smell of his own blood hung heavily in the air, so much of it, he felt weighed down by it. With open eyes he watched as a trail of blood trailed down Katherine’s chest, the bright scarlet liquid a stark contrast to her incredibly pale skin. Without a second thought, he leaned forward to lap up the lost blood.

            Metallic… Coppery… Addictive — the taste of his own blood, his own self, assaulted his tastebuds in a way only a true masochist could appreciate. And he wanted more. Greed and desire bubbled at the pit of his stomach, burning through the walls faster than any corrosive acid.

            He needed more. One hand snaked it’s way up Katherine’s body, across the expanse of alabaster that was her neck and rested on her cheek. Closing his eyes tight, Bruce moves in and captures her bloodied lips in a darkened kiss.

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        Her darkened eyes stayed upon his face, eager to drink in his every reaction after she pulled away from the wound she bit into his skin. Most creatures knew her as someone who was cold, merciless -- little did they know that Katherine Pierce liked to take her sweet, sweet time with her victims; and that was what Bruce Wayne turned into, the moment he assumed that a knife could protect him from the sanguinista.

        The scent of fresh, human blood in the air was almost enough to make her snap, but she forced herself to avoid glancing at his neck; Something that got quite easy when the young billionaire leaned forward to lap up his own blood. It was enough to cause desire for more to rise inside of her, now that her already heightened senses were stimulated like that, but she kept still on top of him as a certain curiosity kept her occupied.

        Maybe he did not pretend to be a masochist after all. Why else would he dare to taste himself on her skin like that? Why else wasn't he begging for her mercy, or crying out in the pain that he had to feel? It was not like she had been gentle with him, attempting to turn this into a pleasant experience for both of them.

        Brown eyes studied his every move when he trailed his hand up her body until he let it rest upon her cheek, surely taking her by surprise with his gestures -- and it took something to do that. Katherine's lips twitched in amusement when he closed his eyes; She could guess what was going to follow and her first impulse told her to deny it to him, but what for? Her vampiric side was too strong for her to resist either way and it only took one second until the female crashed her lips back against his own lips, slowly slipping her tongue into his mouth to give him a better oppertunity to taste himself while they kissed.

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               Jason wouldn’t have necessarily been bored by the details. In fact, a very small part of him was actually curious. But seeing as it didn’t seem to concern him whatsoever, he wasn’t dying to find out, so he didn’t bother to ask or even make the impression that he was interested in knowing. Instead, he gave a slow nod, only to glance around the area. “Can’t, uh, some … people hear you?” Of course, he was referring to vampires. Little did he know that there were other supernatural species that had super hearing, since vampires were the only thing he knew of. Not that it would have made a difference to him anyway. Point was that someone who knew Elena Gilbert might be able to hear, so he doubted that right here was the place to talk, even if it was a party, where most people would be distracted.

                 “The big bad Jason Grey just doesn’t want someone to ask him why he’s getting dressed immediately after,” he explained with a roll of his eyes. He wasn’t sure why he even bothered to explain himself to her, since he knew that she liked to see him irritated, and his tone expressed just that. Irritation. Maybe he was okay with that during their night spent together, but now that they both had clothes on, with absolutely nothing sexual happening between them, it only bothered him. Though, of course, he suspected that was the whole goal. Unless she was just accidentally irritating him —— something that he found, for whatever reason, highly unlikely.

                .”The more illegal it is, the more fun it is.” Those were words that, just four years ago, would have never left Jason’s mouth, unless he was talking about Grand Theft Auto. But he was no longer the innocent, pathetically heroic sixteen-year-old he once was. He was once someone who was revolted by the thought of murder, despite it happening all around him, and yet now, he was pretty damn sure that he was agreeing to something that involved just that. And he honestly didn’t care. “Mm, you’re lying,” he said matter-of-factly as he followed her, a yawn escaping his mouth. “But I appreciate your pretending.” Yeah, not really. He couldn’t give a damn if she’d missed him or not.

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        "I could take care of people. Trust me." She reassured him as her lips twitched into an amused little smirk. God, how much she missed being a vampire.. Of course it was not wise to reveal all of the details right here anyway, which was exactly why she did not start to talk about them in the first place. The surroundings were enough to limit supernatural abilities, including her own hearing level, but there was no way on earth that Katherine was going to take risks -- not when everything worked so well, for once. Maybe she would tell him a bit more about it while they headed to the next town and had the time for a short conversation. Maybe. Katherine could not be sure if Jason did not know the wrong people, after all. "That is why I think we should head over to my car." Especially since they did not catch anyone's attention yet. The sanguinista did not fear that she would fail to impersonate her doppelgänger, no, but the poor Damon Salvatore was supposed to suffer from a breakup and it was just a little too easy to mistake Jason Grey for him.

       "Relax." Katherine told him with a roll of her brown eyes as she made her way through the crowd. "I do not really care why you are not having, or having a one night stand. You can do whatever you want to do." His irritation was not even amusing her, like it did when they had their own. It only annoyed her, though it probably was not that surprising. It was rather easy to annoy her, unless she got exactly what she wanted to get. Which was reduced to two things most of the time..fresh human blood and hot sex. Everything else that could possibly matter to her became an illusion a long time ago. At least in her very own mind.

        Katherine glanced over her shoulder again, studying him for one moment after he made that remark. A part of her hoped that he was not saying that to sound like a bad guy, hoped that he actually meant it. He would need that attitude for her plans and her lips curled into another soft smirk while she turned her head forward -- good for him. That yawn most likely would have been enough to get a reaction out of her that he would not have liked. "Who knows, maybe I am not." She mused, though the tone in her voice gave her away.

        The sanguinista shrugged it off as she spun around, leaning against Elena's car as her eyes darkened. Not in the way that revealed arousal, but in the way that revealed her inhumanity. "I am quite hungry tonight, you know?" She murmured, almost using a pouty tone, though it changed just one second later; "I thought it would be nice to invite you to have dinner with me." Or well.. to let him play with her food first.

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              and there’s blood

              on my lips

               on my hands

               in my lungs

                              i’m drowning

                              in the blood

                              of the years

                              that have come

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Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.

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Greg was hardly paying attention to the TV, zoning out with his eyes on the woman beside him. He blinked a few times when he realized she was looking at him and talking to him, “What?” His eyebrows pressed together in thought, trying to strain his mind for what she had asked before it clicked in his head. He smiled at her, something crooked and rare.

"Yeah, a lot better." It was an escape, something that helped him cope with the world around him. He breathed deeply, catching in the feminine smell of her before he leaned forward without thinking until his face was pressed close to the crook of her neck.

"Why…did ya decide to travel with me?" Surely someone as pretty as her would be able to go anywhere she wanted…get anything she wanted.

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         The brunette raised her eyebrows at him when he asked that question, almost making her laugh out loud, though she held it back. Did he really just stare at her without listening to a single word that she said? It was something that amused the former vampire -- simply because she liked to believe that it would not ever happen to her; Her own mind was constantly running a marathon in her head after all..

        "Good." She muttered, returning the smile before she glanced back at the TV, at least until she felt his cheek against her skin. Katherine turned her head a little so she could glance down at him, the question leaving her quiet for a moment or two. It was not like she did not know the answer to it, of course she knew, but somehow it surprised her that he asked. Unlike her, Greg barely seemed to ask any questions.

        "Because --" She started, just to interrupt herself while she narrowed her eyes. It felt weird to verbalize these things; Katherine never really had to do that. "You are different than most people. You do not judge me, not even for my past. I don't feel like I need to play a role around you." Which was weird. "It is nice to be around you and normally I do not even like company. At all." She admitted with a quiet laugh. "That's why."

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"The bitterness and petty insults sound like Katerina." He released his hand from her throat. A smirk etches across his lips. He was sure of it, only Katerina could get away with calling him dumb; because he found her temper amusing. "What made you jump into your dull doppelganger’s body. Be careful, Katerina, you might start thinking like her." He tapped her head lightly. "Now that you own her brain." Katerina’s revenge was more entertaining than killing the Gilbert girl.

"To answer your question, I never died. Do you actually believe a baby vampire could overthrow an thousand year old Original." He scoffed, this reunion with the doppelganger was just the same as the last. "I think I spoke too soon, Elena’s thoughts are clouding your judgement."

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     "Don't they.." Katherine smirked while she mused in agreement, her eyes glistening mischievously -- at least for one moment. It surely was not smart to let a Mikaelson know about this and for one moment the doppelgänger cursed herself for making it that obvious, but she could not pretend to care. There was no way on earth that Kol could prove this; Her dead and burned body was still in the tomb and not even Klaus or Elijah should know about her ability to travel through bodies. Foolish or not; She considered herself on the safe side, for now. "I was not in the mood to die." She replied, rolling her brown eyes a little when he tapped her head. "Don't you worry about that." Pretending to be Elena and being her were different things!

        "I never said I thought you were dead, honey." She argued as she tilted her head to the side. "I only believed that all of you were so much into.. family." And that was why she expected Kol to be with the others in New Orleans. However, she returned her attention to the conversation, making a face at the Original. "Wow.. and I believed you were smarter than your brothers." Obviously not, though she knew it was a tease.

                                                                                                                                                                                     How very funny of him.

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Knowledge.

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       ”Katerina,” he responded, a cool smirk falling into place across his features. Even with the passage of years, he never let go of the use of her birth name. It was a subtle show of power, of the fact that he had known her as a human, and that to him? She would always be that same, human girl. The girl he had meant to kill centuries ago, who had just barely managed to escape with her life.

       Now, however, there were more important matters to deal with than something as inane as intimidation — no matter how much me might enjoy making her squirm. “The ceremony won’t start for at least an hour, yet,” he spoke calmly, tone cool, his icy blue gaze never once straying from her.

       He had half expected her to turn and run the moment she’d seen him, despite the fact that it would do her no good. She had escaped him far too many times in the past five hundred years; he wasn’t about to allow it to happen again. “I have to say,” he started, cocking his head to the side slightly as he spoke, “I found your letter rather intriguing.”

       ”There’s just one thing I’m uncertain on.” As he spoke, Klaus rose from the chair, taking slow, measured steps towards Katherine, moving with all the lazy confidence of a predator that had cornered its prey. Once he had reached her, though, the pleasant facade fell away in a heartbeat, his gaze darkening, upper lip curling back into a near snarl, his face only inches from hers as he spoke his demand. “How did you know of the witches’ plot?”

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        Of course he used her name. The vampire should have been used to it by now, yet it caused her body to tense up every single time. There was something about it that made her uncomfortable and it was clear that the Original across from her was well aware of it -- not to mention that it was just as obvious that he enjoyed it. Did he honestly believe it gave him some sort of power over her? Did he really think that he knew her better than those who met Katherine Pierce? That was questionable, or that was what she told herself.

        Yes, there was a time she showed him her real face, but five centuries had passed. Fear melted into disgust, respect became hatred.. He was stronger than Katherine -- physically. That was all he had. That and the images, the horrible memories that would not stop torturing her mind, even after all of this time.

        "Then you should probably make this quick." The sanguinista suggested, a sweet tone lacing her voice though her eyes stayed as cold as his own were. Every fiber of her body screamed for her to turn around and leave her apartment, to run like she always did, but she meant what she wrote in her letter; She was tired of running, tired of ruining her expensive high heels. Katherine could not even feel fear for her life in this very moment; The urge to stake him was much stronger than that. "I was hoping you would say that, Klaus."

        Her voice changed once he got up on his feet and he took his time to step closer to her, but Katherine forced herself to stay right where she was. It was not a secret that he loved to make others react to him, which was exactly why she would try her hardest not to react in the ways he wanted her to. Katherine's brown hues wandered up to his face when he stopped in front of her, their faces mere inches apart. God, if it was not so tempting to scratch his eyes out.. "You know me well enough to answer that question yourself -- I have my ways. You are not the only one who has eyes and ears all over the places." Was that why he decided to pay her a visit? The brunette rolled her eyes to herself before she moved, stepping into her living room.

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       ”What do you want, then? Also, I’m nineteen years old but if you could keep that to yourself, that’d be glorious.” She’d only brought a little money but it’d be enough; it had to be. She had a feeling she needed to try and keep Katherine happy if she wanted answers—and boy, did she need them. Every time she looked over, she could see Katherine looking at her as if she was studying her.

     She could almost hear the sound of bones cracking in her mind as the other woman had mentioned breaking her neck if she told someone and instantly, she felt her mind ease as if not telling anyone what she would be hearing from Katherine was the easiest task she’d ever been given. “So, sit down and I’ll get the drinks, then we can talk.”

      Somehow, she felt like a lot of details were going to be left out during this conversation. She could just tell from looking at Katherine that she wasn’t the most truthful being.

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         "Nineteen." The brunette repeated thoughtfully, more to herself than the other woman. Did she honestly think she would be able to remember Elena's age, when she asked that question? -- If so she failed and she could not even bring herself to think about it for too long; Isobel would have told her if she had two babies, instead of one. Right? Unless she assumed that giving birth to two doppelgängers was not possible, but that seemed unlikely to the vampire. "I will keep that to myself." She agreed, rolling her eyes the slightest bit.

        Even if someone overheard Noelle's age it would be the easiest thing for Katherine to make sure that no one bothered. The easy, or the hard way. "I will have a Bourbon." She told her while she took a seat, crossing her legs. Nineteen.. Ugh, this bugged her more than it should have, simply because she could not be entirely sure about her own assumptions. Not with Isobel. Not anymore. The deceased vampire gave her information about Elena, making it easy for her doppelgänger to return to Mystic Falls, but that did not mean a thing.

         Why betray two, if someone merely asked you to betray one? Whatever the truth was; Katherine needed to figure it out. Maybe that was why she could not leave the girl behind when she found her.