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“Hello, mother,” the vampiress coolly replied. She paid close attention to Katherine’s expression. Yes, she had returned from the dead, that much she knew, but she couldn’t possibly fathom just how much had happened between then and now. “It can’t be coincidence I would wake in this city,” she stated more as fact than an accusation. “Is New Orleans your.. home?” The idea itself confused her, and it was written plainly on her features.
Katherine Pierce had always prided herself on being prepared, on being a survivor, yet when as she stood there with her daughter standing in front of her, she felt totally helpless. She tried to form a sentence, anything coherant, and instead she just found herself staring wide eyed at her daughter, listening to what she had to say. When Nadia asked her question, she finally found the words that had escaped her thus far. "Yeah... it has been for the past twenty-eight years."










