Katherine's alone the night of the comet in Maddox (which she finds out about the very next day). But then again, wasn't she always alone? After Scarlett - Katherine had been lost for about 5 years. She was reckless, stupid, she acted like a child. Something that she vowed to never do again. Just because her cousin had ran away from her, because her family was convinced that love wasn't real, that didn't mean that she had to believe that, right?
And years later, yes, she finally did see, that love existed.
Italy, for example. One of the cities of love, or was that France? It didn't matter. She was here, in Italy, and boy was it just as beautiful as she expected it to be. And sitting by the old bricks, underneath the night stars makes her wonder - could she ever get an star? They would stay, right? They wouldn't leave her. Stars can't run if they find out they're immortal. They just keep going. They keep shining.
That is until the point that they blow up, but that's besides the point.
Now, she's just lying on a field. She's not supposed to be there, the blonde knew that much. Because it's only open on Italy's holidays, and today is not a holiday. But she lays there, because this is what it felt like back at home. Back at home. Home. Victorian London. God, everything was beautiful back then. Beautiful - but also way too stuck up. Her parents are a perfect example.
And if you went to London now? It's much smaller than it used to be, much busier. And the house that she used to live in? Long, long gone. And it's almost sad. Because despite the terrible memories in the house, there were also good ones.
Most of them contained Scarlett.
Damn, she needed to get her head out of her past. The past is the past and that's what she needs to stay. So she does the next thing.
Katherine headed back into town. It was quiet, a bit past 3 in the morning. And all of a sudden she's hungry. Low on energy.
This is what happens when you don't feed for at least two weeks. But what can she say? That she's a blonde and therefore the thought slipped her mind? That would be bullshit. Because truth is, sometimes Katherine had a conscious that would pop up. And it would be so damn annoying that she wouldn't feed, for days at a time, if she had too.
But, fuck. She's really hungry and needs the energy.
So Katherine waited outside the nearest bar, spying a few attractive men inside (would it be rude to say that she doesn't fuck unattractive people? Because, it's only the truth).
After waiting for about 30 minutes or so, the blonde watched a man walk out, alone. Perfect. She pushed herself off the wall, fluffing up her blonde hair and smacking her lips before walking towards the man quickly, pretending to not notice him. But then she purposely ran into him. Her hazel eyes quickly made contact with his brown, a smirk forming on Katherine's pink lips.
"I am so sorry!" she exclaimed, placing a hand on his chest, as if to steady herself. "I'm honestly just the clumsiest person on planet Earth on this time of day."
And she can just feel his will begin to weaken. And that smirk on her lips grow wider. And she's so, so ready for dinner.
And before he knows it, the blonde is wrapping her fingers over his amazingly muscled shoulders, around his neck and roughly kissing him. Katherine can feel the energy just flowing between the two of them, and actually as to hold back a moan by biting her lips, before connecting their lips once again.
I Want My Cake and I Want to Eat It Too || Self Para
Her real name was Lauren Biels. Although, in all honesty, even that wasn't it. She was born Magdalena Cellini in the year 1389. But where was the fun in being that girl? There wasn’t; not tonight. No, tonight she was someone else entirely. In fact, she had been this someone else for two and a half months. The year was 2013, she was twenty-two year old Natasha Blake, and in a “relationship” with twenty-six year old trust fund baby, Max Carlisle. The pair had taken a liking to each other ever since Lauren had showed up in the Hamptons in April and they struck up a conversation at the local bakery. He was handsome enough for her and certainly well-off, but best of all, he was human.
Would you be mine? Would you be my baby tonight?
Could be kissing my fruit punch lips in the bright sunshine
'Cause I like you quite a lot, everything you got, don't you know?
It's you that I adore, though I make the boys fall like dominoes
In just a mere month, Lauren had Max convinced he was falling in love. And tonight, she and her blonde hair, blue-eyed American dream were dancing the night away under the fairy lights strung above his patio. In the expanse of his backyard that resembled more a Polo field than a simple extension of his mansion, the couple was lost in a crowd of aristocrats. Although, one glance at them and everyone knew who the hosts of this event were. Max and Natasha certainly made a breathtakingly beautiful couple; jealously practically seethed from the eyes of Max’s friends any place the pair had gone together. Lauren had been feeding on his soul for two months and while he was once like a drug she couldn’t beat the addition of, the rush was waning and lately, she was growing hungrier more and more often.
I could be yours, I could be your baby tonight
Topple you down from your sky forty stories high
Shining like a God, can't believe I got you and so
Look at what I bought, not a second thought, oh, Romeo
As Max dipped his one true love to the bridge of the song playing, Lauren suddenly felt a sensation wash over her. It was as though she was being pulled south. On her feet again, she looked Max in his shallow, pool-like eyes. The past few months had been exciting but, Lauren hadn’t felt something so strong pulsate through her veins in such a long time. The only explanation had to deal with something supernatural and Lauren knew curiosity would only get the better of her. As the final cadences of the song filling the warm spring air played out, Lauren made her decision and ran a plan quickly through her head. If I leave at four in the morning, I can catch the Jitney around four forty and reach Manhattan around nine or ten. Boy... you’ve been a lovely host, Max but I'm afraid Natasha Blake will only become a figment of your imagination after tonight.
I want my cake and I want to eat it too
I want to have fun and be in love with you
But Lauren wasn’t in love with Max Carlisle. She was in love with change and obsessed with the thought of being able to pick up and leave whenever she pleased. Maddox, Pennsylvania happened to be her next stop and she wasn’t going to look back.
