So Katholine should be friends even though Kat killed Caroline and left her alone and confused and ready to be sacrificed for her own master plan, but Hayley simply knocks Caroline out for a little while and their friendship would be horrible? Not hate, I'm just wondering what the difference is...
Okay, you mistake my interest in the Katholine friendship. You also misunderstood why I don’t want a Hayroline friendship.
Katherine and Caroline’s friendship has never seemed black and white to me, both Katherine and Caroline have said that Caroline was better off as a vampire and that in a weird way Katherine helped her.
Noone’s saying the act was right but it was very impersonal on Katherine’s part, Caroline was collateral damage in order to send a message to the Salvatore’s and make a point.
Caroline likes to think she’s very morally centered so she always maintained a casual contempt for Katherine but I don’ think she ever full on hated her. The truth is that she and Katherine are very alike. Caroline is the most pragmatic of all her friends, eerily so. When it comes down to something she deems important (usually protecting one of her friends) Caroline has very little scruples. Which is why they make such h a good team when they eventually do partner up.
As for Katherine, I think it’s Caroline’s pragmatism and the fact that she has moxie
and is survivor like her
and the fact that she managed to outsmart her
that convinced me that Katherine low key liked and respected Caroline. A lot more than most of her friends.
And I think Caroline low key liked her too but would never admit it.
They both have a mean girl side to them although Caroline’s is less overt, they’d both be very honest with each other (scathingly so) and trade thinly veiled insults if they were friends under different circumstances and it would be glorious.
I mean look they’re the perfect partners in crime.
I don’t think that Katholine should be friends because Katherine is the nicer person or because Katherine was nicer to Caroline than Hayley (although, murdering her aside she actually was, considering Hayley was mostly dismissive to Caroline - “I don’t do teen drama”
- and snapped her neck
before betraying her boyfriend)
I like Katholine because it actually made sense, the two ladies have similar personalities and things in common.
Hayroline, however, makes no sense because it was clear from the start the Caroline never liked Hayley (because even though the whole Tayley relationship/affair thing was fake Caroline still suspected Hayley had a thing for Tyler - and was right) Plus after Hayley snitched to Klaus and got the hybrids and Tyler’s mom killed there’s no way Caroline didn’t find out about it. I mean Hayley half confessed to Tyler before telling him to run.
Besides if Damon knew about what Hayley did.
Then Caroline defo did.
Now I know what you’re thinking, a) it’s been years Hayley and Caroline both have kids now, bygones whatever and b) if Caroline can be chill with Klaus who actually killed Carol then surely she can forgive Hayley for her part in it. Fair point, sure. But my argument is, Hayley and Caroline never really liked each other in the first place. They don’t really have anything in common except magical pregnancy (and Klaus’s penis).
Genuinely, I mostly object to the Hayroline friendship because I don’t like Hayley. I’ll admit it. I’d be cool with Caroline and Camille being friends over her and Hayley (I may not have liked Camille as a concept, or Kl*mille but I didn’t dislike Camille if that makes any sense).
Besides Hayley really has no actual personality, they (the writers)can make her BFF's with whoever (Camile, Freya, Davina etc…) at will just because she’s whoever the writers want her to be in that moment and that’s what I object to. I’m not saying their friendship would be horrible I’m saying I wouldn’t personally enjoy it.
So I get the feeling Katherine kind of respects Caroline, more so than the rest of the scooby gang. Caroline’s technically a survivor like her, instead of dying she turned after Katherine killed her, she outsmarted Katherine, she’s got moxie. I always thought Caroline was the only one Katherine didn’t particularly loathe.
If I were to make a katholine endgame, I’d have Katherine, in between all her plotting and conniving behaviour showing up every now and again to steer Caroline from making stupid decisions and look out for her - while simultaneously denying that she’s looking out for her - like can you imagine if Katherine during season 5 had dragged Caroline to the side and told her to snap out of it and stop mooning over Stefan (because if I were writing Katherine I’d have a grow out of her obsession with Stefan and her entire plotline wouldn’t revolve around him) and tell Caroline that she learnt the hard way that Stefan Salvatore is only ever going to have eyes for Elena Gilbert.
I’d extend the whole partner in crime dynamic they had going on in season 5. In many ways Katherine was (or could have been a better friend to Caroline that Elena ever was) their personalities fit way better they’re both blunt, demanding, used to getting what they want, bad ass, not afraid to stand up for themselves and as I mentioned: survivors.
I might eve have Caroline mourning Katherine’s fake death with Stefan because they are the only two people who can confide in each other about their mixed feelings for Katherine.
Basically I’d have Elena slip Katherine the cure at the end season 4 as per canon, then I’d make Katherine do the body swap thing with Elena until Nadia finds a reverse cure type thingy (work with me here) from a witch and Katherine manages to cure her natural body and turn all over again and leave MF.
The next time here and Caroline see each other I’d have it be in New Orleans because they’re living out their respective endgames with Elijah and Klaus.
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Prompt: A, B, and C go out for a night of fun. B has the biggest crush on A but doesn’t have the guts to admit it. Someone starts hitting on A and A is obviously uncomfortable. C tries to convince B to go and pretend to be their boyfriend/girlfriend but B is too nervous, so C goes and saves A from the creepy flirt and B is uncharacteristically grumpy for the rest of the night.
A/N: Thank you to @purestheartslove for her help being my beta.
“You are such a wuss,” Katherine hissed, shooting Klaus a withering glance as she sipped her Corona.
“Piss off,” Klaus snarled, the sullen expression setting even deeper into his handsome features.
“I’m being nice, there are much more explicit words I could use to describe what a coward you are. One of them being another word for cat,”
“Remind me why it is that I tolerate you, Katerina?” Klaus said, turning to glare at her.
“Pssh, please. If it’s anyone tolerating anyone in this relationship: it’s me. Especially when you’re like this.” Katherine answered
“And how would that be?”
“Lovesick and pathetic,” she shot back at him.
Klaus just lets out a growl in response and turned his attention back to the blonde on the other side of the bar, that he’d previously been focused on.
They both watched as Caroline tossed, her perfect head of soft curls to the side and sighed exasperatedly as the guy who’d been hitting on her for the past fifteen minutes, continued rambling on about himself, quite obviously oblivious to her disdain.
“Oh come on!?” Katherine exclaimed. “That creepy guy has been hitting on her for ages now and she’s obviously not interested. Now’s your chance Mikaelson. Swoop in there and play the hero.”
“And do what exactly?” Klaus snapped.
“Uh, I don’t know? Muscle in there and pretend to be her boyfriend or something.” she shrugged.
“I doubt Caroline will appreciate me ‘muscling in’. The point is I’m not her boyfriend, what makes you think that two men making unwanted advances are any better than one?”
“The point is, Mikaelson, is that you want to be her boyfriend. So act like it, go over there and show her that you’re boyfriend material.” Katherine insisted.
“Since when are you so invested in my love life?” Klaus grumbled, taking a swig of beer.
“Since it became less amusing and just downright depressing, to watch you brooding over Forbes. I mean seriously, it’s been over a month, you take a class together over at Whitmore. Just grab your balls and go for it already.”
“It’s easier said than done.” Klaus bristled. “You wouldn’t understand, my feelings for Caroline are far too complex for me to solicit her attention in a crowded, sweaty nightclub- wait, where are you going?”
“If you won't, I will,” Katherine yelled over her shoulder.
“What does that mean!? Katherine? Katerina?!”
Katherine strutted confidently through the crowd of people in the bar area, toward where Caroline and the creepy guy stood. Her ensemble of a red bandage dress and eight inch, black stiletto pumps, earning her interested looks from many of the people she went past; all of whom she ignored. She came to a stop, right in between Caroline and the guy, effectively blocking her from his view.
“Uh, excuse me!?” he started to say. “We were trying to-”
“-Yeah, yeah. Listen up ass hole, you see her face? Do you? That means she’s not interested. Never was, probably never will be. So why don’t you take your slimy, dollar store ass and go and bother someone else.”
At first, the man looked taken aback, clearly lost for words. He opened his mouth and looked as if he were about to say something but the deadly look Katherine shot him, stopped him in his tracks. He turned and left without uttering another word, his tail firmly between his legs.
Katherine spun around and beamed at Caroline.
“He won't be bothering you again. You’re welcome,”
“Um… thank you?” Caroline stuttered out, still visibly shocked by Katherine’s arrival.
“Katherine Pierce,” Katherine said sticking out a manicured hand in Caroline’s direction.
“Caroline,” she replied shaking it,
“You feel like dancing Caroline?” Katherine asked.
“Oh! Uh, I’m… uh, I’m not…” Caroline gestured.
Katherine rolled her eyes impatiently and grabbed Caroline’s wrist.
“Relax cupcake, I’m asking you to dance, not marry me,” she scoffed dragging her in the direction of the dance floor.
...
Katherine smirked, noting the pout on Klaus’ face, as he sat propped up at the bar nursing his third bottle of beer for the night. As fun as it was torturing Klaus, all this beating around the bush was beginning to irritate her. Time to get to the bottom of things.
“See that guy over there?” Katherine called out to Caroline as they gyrated to Britney’s latest single. “Don’t be too obvious.”
Caroline looked up discreetly over to where Katherine was referring.
“The one that’s glaring at you?” Caroline asked.
“Mhmm, yeah that one,” Katherine said dryly. “Girl to girl, would you date that?”
Caroline looked down and blushed slightly.
“He’s in my art history class, why do you know him?”
Katherine arched her perfectly, plucked eyebrow interestedly.
“That’s not answering the question. In fact, that’s answering the question with another question,”
Caroline smiled despite herself and refused to meet Katherine’s gaze.
“I’ve seen him around, we even share notes occasionally… He’s attractive I guess, I mean objectively.”
Katherine wrinkled her nose.
“Ugh, the two of you are so eighth grade. Look do me a favour, if you do like him; could you go ahead and put him out of his misery?”
Caroline frowned.
“What do you mean?”
Katherine smiled knowingly. “Let’s just say I have it on good authority that he’s more than a little bit interested in you Blondie.”
Caroline bit her lip and looked over at Klaus look through her lashes. By chance, their eyes met and Klaus pout formed into one of his trademark dimpled smirks.
Ah yes, Katherine thought, there’s the lady killer I know and loathe.
“Go get him, tiger,” Katherine said, shocking Caroline as she smacked her on the ass and winked. “Don’t worry about me I’m just warming up this crowd.”
Katherine felt a smug feeling creep up on her as Caroline, confidently teetered over in her shiny gold heels to where Klaus sat in anticipation.
A/N: A repost of this story (I think) because the original version got lost after I had some issues with my tags.
Another thank you to @imaginationisagift as I believe she betaed this for me the first time.x
Summary: DC!AU in which Katherine and Elijah are Catwoman and Batman. (Includes Robin!Kol and Harley!Caroline) Major Katholine brotp and background Klaroline.
Out of all the villains in Gotham, Katherine Pierce certainly wasn't the worst; but she was definitely the best. There were some real nut jobs in this city, psychologically damaged maniacs with personal vendettas and a penchant for causing chaos. Katherine wasn't interested in all of that.
Any evil she was responsible was always a necessary evil, from her perspective, born out of a strong sense of survival instinct. So she stole a couple of things here and there; precious stones; priceless artefacts; the odd identity occasionally but she never threatened to blow up four storey buildings or dangled a school bus full of children off a bridge.
No that kind of erratic behaviour got you caught.
And Katherine Pierce did not do messy situations with the whole city as an audience with the cops surrounding you, guns poised ready to riddle you with bullets at the slightest twitch.
That's why she was currently gliding stealthily over rooftops in the dead of the night - in heels, one might add. Clad in her trademark black latex catsuit and mask. The cool air of the evening whipping past her as she streaked through the night unbeknownst to the sleeping residents of Gotham city.
Breaking into the art gallery was a piece of cake. She almost wished the idiots in charge of keeping people like her out, had bothered to get a better security system. Just to give her some kind of challenge.
She bent over, trying to disable the security door between her and the vault, that held a big, fat, ruby, Katherine hoped to get her hands on. Suddenly, there was a shuffling sound from behind her, she whirled round in the direction of the noise narrowing her green feline-like eyes and listened.
Only to get the shock of her life a second later.
"Hey there Kitty Kat!" Came a familiar and annoyingly perky voice from behind her.
Katherine turned to glare incredulously at the offending person.
"Dammit Caroline! What the hell did I tell you about sneaking up on me like that!? You were literally this close to sudden death,"
Caroline shook her head and giggled.
"Nuh ah, Kitty Kat, not with my trusty hammer around," She lifted up the weapon that had been resting on her shoulders and placed an affectionate kiss on it.
Katherine stopped and took a moment to look Caroline over. She had a red, leather jacket resting on her shoulders and a t-shirt on that said "Daddy's Little Monster" printed in cursive; an extremely poor excuse for pair shorts clung to her hips and backside; on her toned seemingly infinitely long legs, you could see a couple of tattoos printed under the mesh of her fishnets; completing the look, were a pair of black and white, heeled, lace up sneakers combined that with various accessories; skull rings, bracelets with spikes on them and of course there were her blonde curled pigtails, the ends of each dipped in a fluorescent shade of blue and pink respectively.
There was no mistaking, Caroline was strikingly gorgeous, even under the heavy clown-like makeup. In plain clothes, she was every man fantasy. In her current attire, she looked like the fantasy of a teenage boy who read way too many comic books.
"Where's your partner in crime Carebear?" Katherine asked looking around for any signs of the person in question.
Caroline tilted her head with a bemused pout, twirling the end of one of her pigtails around her finger, reminding Katherine of a confused golden retriever puppy.
"You know," She coaxed sensing Caroline's confusion "Red hair, tree hugger, shrieky voice, bat-shit crazy?"
Caroline pondered for a bit, twisting her body left and right as she contemplated. Then her face lit up in giddy realisation.
"Ohh, you mean Rory! She won't come out and play with me tonight, she's having an important meeting with Tristan, apparently," She said rolling her eyes dramatically.
Katherine made a face of disgust at the mention of the Riddler. She was certain there was something going on between himself and his sister, something that went beyond the boundaries usually drawn between siblings.
"And Klaus? Has he decided to let you off the leash tonight?" She quipped.
Caroline made the same confused face.
"Klaus never ties me up silly, not unless I've been a naughty girl," She giggled earning her an eye roll from Katherine.
Katherine was never one to get involved in other people's affairs, that lead to taking an interest in the person and eventually. Caring.
Unfortunately, for her, at this point, Caroline was much like a bad rash that no amount of ointment could clear up. For some reason, she'd decided they should be best friends (a notion she had firmly objected to, not that Caroline had taken any notice) and since then she couldn't help being a little concerned for Caroline's welfare.
Afterall Klaus Mikaelson, the green haired, psychopathic, self-proclaimed King of the city, was no one to trifle with. Many trembled at even the merest whisper of his name. It was unclear to Katherine how Caroline went from a respected psychiatrist at Arkham to playing sidekick/lover to the feared crime lord of the city.
She never went looking for problems, hence why herself and Klaus had never directly crossed paths, but based on the small - regrettable - attachment she'd made to Caroline, she'd be happy to pay 'The King' a little visit if he was hurting Caroline.
But Caroline spoke about Klaus like the sun literally shone out of his ass.
Caroline might be a little off her meds at times but she was pretty adroit when it came to using that hammer, she'd seen her in action once or twice, so surface wise anyway, Caroline didn't strike Katherine as a victim of abuse and what with the considerable amount of skin she always had on show, she probably would've spotted any bruises by now.
That didn't mean she wasn't keeping an eye out, though.
"Spare me the details cupcake," Katherine drawled, picking up the tool she'd dropped on the floor after Caroline had surprised her. "Sorry sweetie but I can't play with you tonight either, I'm busy,"
"Whatcha doin'?" Caroline sing-sang, swinging her hammer by her side and rocking on the balls of her feet.
"What's it look like?"
"You're breaking in the vault," Caroline stated the obvious before exclaiming. "Lemme help!"
"It okay Caroline, I got it,"
"Here, use this," She said before pulling an entire stick of dynamite out from her chest area.
"Holy shit!? What the hell Caroline, do you just carry that thing around with you in your fucking bra?"
"You never know when you might need it," She shrugged tossing the stick in Katherine's direction.
"Wh- no! Caroline, no explosives, no blowing things up," she exclaimed, tossing it back in Caroline’s direction.
Caroline pouted crossing her arms like a bad-tempered child.
"Why not?"
Katherine paused, pinching the bridge of her nose, realising that she wasn't going to get anywhere attempting to reason with her. Suddenly receiving an epiphany, she turned slowly and gave Caroline a devious smile.
"You know what Carebear? I'm super glad that you came here tonight, I need you to be my look out for tonight, can you do that for me?"
"Sounds boring," Caroline replied, scrunching up her nose.
"I've got a surprise for you if you do it for me,"
Caroline's eyes lit up at that.
"What kinda surprise?"
"You'll have to wait and see, won't you? You'll get it as soon as I'm done. Promise,"
"Okay Kitty Kat, you got it!" Caroline squeaked lifting her gloved hand in salute.
Katherine breathed a sigh of relief when she skipped out into the hallway quietly singing Britney Spears' ‘Oops I Did it Again’ under her breath.
She had to be quick since Caroline's presence was threatening to blow her cover. She knew it wasn't exactly fair to manipulate her like that, but she'd figure out a way to make it up to her some other time.
Now, for that ruby.
Upon cracking open the safe, Katherine reached into it with her gloved hand and picked up the stone. Even in the dim moonlight shining through the crack in the door, the stone sparkled in her hands. After admiring it for a moment she slipped it into a pouch attached to her belt.
She closed the vault re-entering the code to seal it shut. After closing the security door she was about to go out back out the way she came almost forgetting all about Caroline. She was just planning what to do with the rest of her night when...
"Aaaaargh! Bloody Hell!"
"Kaaaaatheeeriine, don't worry about giving me that surprise tonight, I already found one of my own," Came Caroline's ecstatic voice from the foyer.
Katherine contemplated just leaving like she'd planned but something inside her told her to go out, and investigate what the hell what was going on.
Katherine rounded the corner to see Caroline with her hammer poised over her head and one of her heels pressed tightly against the neck of one Kol Mikaelson.
"Look, Katherine, it's the Boy Blunder!"
The man in question sprawled rather helplessly on the floor turned his head - with some difficulty - and grinned at Katherine.
"Hello Katty,"
"Well, well, what do we have here?"
"I caught him before he even knew what hit him," Caroline beamed proudly.
"Literally," Kol grumbled.
"What do you want Kol?"
"That Ruby you've got one you for one, second I'd really love if you'd call off your guard dog here,"
There was a sharp cracking noise, as Caroline lifted her shoe from Kol's neck and slammed her hammer down onto Kol's ribcage instead.
"GARAAGHHH, give me a break you crazy bitch,"
"Careful," Caroline giggled manically " I know a certain someone who wouldn't appreciate you calling me that,"
Kol's face paled at the mention of his wayward brother but he managed to stumble to his feet clutching his ribcage and hobbling slightly. Katherine almost felt sorry for him, maybe she should bring Caroline along with her more often.
Then a realisation dawned on her.
"Where is he?"
"Who?" Kol asked now propped up against the nearby wall struggling to catch his breath.
"You know who," Katherine snapped. "The city's saviour," She sneered mockingly. "The Dark Knight. If you're here then he's not far behind somewhere,"
Kol opened his mouth to answer her, but he closed it again almost immediately, smirking at something over her shoulder.
Katherine didn't need to turn around to figure out what it was.
"Good evening Katerina,"
Katherine slowly turned taking in the sight of the tall broad shouldered figure dressed only in black.
"Thank you for having the good sense to look afraid,"
Katherine tilted her head and furrowed her brows.
"I'm not afraid, I just don't like you,"
"Well this ought to be good," Kol murmured in amusement.
"Hello Elijah," said Katherine.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to relieve you of that item on your person,”
"Is that right?"
"Oh I'm afraid so, you see what you have in your possession doesn't appear to belong to you,"
"Well you know me, Elijah, I'm not a big fan of playing by the rules,"
"The ruby Katherine, I won't ask you again,"
Katherine made a face pretending to be contemplating, then gave him her best smile.
"If you want this from me, you can come over her and take it from me,"
Elijah gave a deep long-suffering sigh, as if Katherine’s defiance posed a horrible inconvenience for him.
"In that case, I’m afraid you leave me no choice,"
The only warning Katherine or anyone received, before experiencing what happened next, was the small flickering sound of a lighter behind her. That's when she remembered the plucky blonde in the room.
All at once there was a loud explosion; the smell of sulphur and a large purple/grey mist surrounding the area. Not missing a beat Katherine raced as quickly as her impressive legs would carry her out of the room leaving Kol and Elijah literally in her dust.
"Asta la vista boys!" Caroline yelled through the din on Katherine's heels trying to catch up.
By the time the smoke cleared both women were long gone. As Katherine escaped into the night she could hear the police sirens in the distance.
Suckers.
She'd have to remember to get Caroline a thank you gift for that little stunt.
As Elijah resigned himself into his favourite chair, in the Batcave, by the fireplace he took a sip of bourbon and let his head fall back against the chair.
"I think I'm getting too old for this,"
"Cheer up Elijah," Kol said clutching an ice pack to his side and his head with each hand. "We weren't to know Kitty-nine-lives was planning on teaming up with Klaus' nutcase bed buddy, personally, I think we should be glad it wasn't the other one with the red hair, ooh she was a right nutter,"
"Foiled again by the incomparable Katherine Pierce," Elijah muttered shaking his head bitterly.
Kol scoffed loudly.
"Are you really going to sit there and pretend you two aren't going to be cosied up in each other's arms this time next week, pretending none of this ever happened?"
When Elijah kept his face perfectly neutral Kol continued.
"Honestly, Elijah you must take me for a right idiot,"
"Well if your performance this evening is anything to go by-"
"You weren't there, she had a bloody hammer!"
"Yes I'm quite glad I wasn't, I imagine it was rather embarrassing to watch.”
Elijah stretched and rose from the chair
“I'm retiring to my room, Good night brother,"
"Sleep well Elijah, try not to think too hard about Kitty Claws in that lovely catsuit of hers,"
Elijah shot Kol one last dirty look then left the room.
"Booking for Katerina Petrova please,"
The blonde, slightly overweight woman behind the desk looked up from her crime novel to see a slim brunette woman on the other side of the desk. She wore tall stilettos, a black trench coat, a red bag and a matching red big brim hat, her green eyes hidden behind a large pair of shades. She looked like the type of suburban housewife that went out of town to have an extramarital affair with their next door neighbour. They got a lot of those types around there.
She looked up and checked his screen.
"Certainly Ms Petrova, you have yourself have a lovely stay,"
She watched the woman stroll idly toward the elevator wondering what kind of man awaited her in her room. Working the front desk wasn't the most interesting job, but observing some of the guests that came here was the highlight of the receptionist’s day.
The elevator stopped at floor 5.
Slowly Katherine walked toward the suite door and swiped the room card.
Her lover stood in the room waiting for her, clad in one of his trademark suits holding a bottle of champagne.
It was all so cliche and yet she couldn't wait to tear him out of that suit.
"Katerina," He said glancing up momentarily from pouring the drinks.
"'Lijah," She purred, then strode forward with a sudden sense of urgency, nearly knocking the bottle of out of his hand as her arms wrapped around his neck, stealing a passionate kiss from him that he enthusiastically reciprocated.
"I missed you," She said breathlessly, momentarily breaking the kiss.
Elijah leisurely began placing kisses down the creamy column of Katherine's neck.
"I'm surprised you had time to miss me, What with how busy you've been,"
Katherine rolled her eyes.
"'Lijah," She whined. " You know the rules, no talking about work,"
He chuckled. "Work? You're a glorified cat-burglar, my dear," He teased.
"And you're a billionaire, vigilante who likes to play dress up in the middle of the night with his younger brother," She shot back.
"Touche,"
"But not in here, were not those people in here,"
"Let's not fool ourselves, darling, of course, we are. Our secret identities are a part of us whether we like it or not,"
"Elijah you're ruining the moment,"
"Do you ever wish things could be different?" He asked, looking into her eyes longingly.
"Maybe in a difference place, in a different lifetime, but for now it's like you said; I am who I am and so are you. I haven't figured out a way to stop loving you yet, so until one of us does, it looks like we're pretty much stuck in this weird purgatory for the rest of our lives,"
"Would it be awfully sentimental of me to say that there's no place I'd rather be?"
"Yes," She whispered closing the gap between them again and pushing their bodies backwards onto the bed. “It would,”
When Katherine Pierce got up the next morning, she was alone.
She felt the ghost of someone's hand on her naked shoulders that morning, kisses on her neck and shoulder blades. She’d kept her eyes shut and pretended to be asleep. She didn't want to watch him leave.
I'd like to think that wherever Katherine is right now, that she is smiling down at Dark Steroline for finally giving in to their dark desires for one another. She saw how much they cared for each other, and how attracted they were for one another, and I'd like to think that she is Team Steroline.
I was watching Candice's video, what she said about playing the female version of klaus, kind like a katherine pierce, that's why katoline was so awesome now that i think about it, if she gets along so good with the original male version, why not with the female? Good candice
