Katherine Pierce

And i'll tell you the truth while you drive. Darling, i'd do anything to survive.( Affiliated with New Orleans Fireflies. )

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(Requested by Anonymous)

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Ugh, Katherine’s bored. It’s Mardi Gras and she’s bored, lonely, and just like any other cute little kitty cat on the face of the universe, in need of some serious attention. Why?

One, because she’s hot. Two, it stops her from killing people. Three… you heard the part about the killing people, right? “Ugh, this party blows.” 

But, viola. She’s about to swig from an almost full bottle of bourbon when she sees the fun slayer with a similar resemblance to mwah attempting to make her way through the crowd, so to make things extra difficult for her and a little more fun for Katherine, she decides to step out, extra smirky. “Care to indulge me for a little while?”

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Mardi Win

Well, it’s that time again. Mardi Gras and Katherine’s feeling all nostalgic. Glass of the most expensive champagne in one hand, strawberry in the other. Throw in a fancy looking mask and a shortish black dress and color her slutty-sophisticated.

She’s kind of curious, too. Smirk in place as she stands in the courtyard behind the creepy looking mansion that belongs to the Mikaelson family and there’s something just so poetic about it. “Katherine Pierce wins once again.”

[runningfromthosedays]

Whatever was back there it wasn’t really hiding itself. Like, he wouldn’t call that stalking. Not like demons stalked. It didn’t even have the good sense to stick to the shadows or keep a distance but NOLA, god. All the abnormals in town lived so out in the open and Sam, honestly, he wasn’t really used to it.

He just stopped. Really shouldn’t have because, yeah. Turning your back on a the supernatural was beyond dangerous but Sam was just done tonight. Besides, he was as big and angry as Jason Vorhees and that had to count for something, right?

It spoke, and it was a her. Of course it was because Sam’s life was just like that. He sighed but kept his back to her and weighed his options. Now would be a really good time to use the element of surprise and just… lop her head off. Because tonight was bullshit.

He couldn’t really turn around swinging, though. It could just as easily be a human or something, someone who needed his help. Yeah right. Not with his luck. Better safe than sorry, though, “Yeah, I’m not really in the mood so if you could just...” Just walk on.

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"Aw, baby. Bad day?” Yeah, Katherine’s not winning herself any favours by acting this way, but god he was hot. Tall, well muscled. Also she’s not sure if it’s the long lost vampire in her talking, but all that blood? Major umf factor.

She advances a few more steps towards him, fingers lightly tugging at her black jacket but she’s keeping just enough distance in case there’s any unwanted tricks up his sleeve. He seemed kind of testy. “I didn’t come here to fight you, Sam. If I did, you’d tell by the being dead already.”   

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Tensions Are Rising // Starter 003.

Tensions are rising, Katherine’s that is. The more familiar faces that show up in New Orleans, the more she has to worry about that stupid cat being let out of the stupid bag. And trust her when she says the last thing she wants right now is for her pretty head to end up on an ugly platter. Especially now that Stefan’s here. I mean, what an awful time to go.

A little good news on top of a crappy day, but it still wasn’t enough to take the edge off. So, one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, four. There, much better.

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“I’m getting tempted to make good on them too soon for your own health… so— it’s best you hurry with the autobiography part of this conversation or you won’t be alive much longer to finish it,” Kai retorted sourly. He wasn’t much in the mood for messing around today. Honestly, he never was much of a silent type. But when he wanted answers that couldn’t easily be guessed he tended to impatiently wait his turn.

It was probably better that she was both attractive and making with the compliments or she might’ve been dead by now. “Oh? That’s interesting,” he said raising a singular thick brow in her direction. Has this girl hurt Bonnie? Now his gut was burning with rage that he had to keep a lid on “I’m Kai,” he offered out his hand to get a read on her but wasn’t sure if she’d take it knowing he’s a witch. “Leader of the Gemini coven.” Now he’s flashing a charming smile to help reel her in hook line and sinker.

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Katherine ignored the hand shake. Too formal. That and she also knew about Witches and all their little specialties. The way they could sense, get a read on things. No thanks. She’ll pass.

“Leader. Interesting.” Pulling a flask filled with bourbon from within the confines of her cleavage, Katherine popped open the cap, cheersing to Kai before taking a swig. If only to drown out the smell of this rancid shop. “Well, here’s a little info for future reference, hot stuff. I’ve also lost interest in taking orders.”

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Her tone is softer than he’d of expected. Elijah almost expected her to pour a drink over his head or smash into him all together. She’d never been on to care about whether or not she makes a scene. Or maybe he just isn’t giving her enough credit. Sometimes it’s all lost within he isn’t sure of anything any longer. 

“The occasion is you’re here.” He replies, raising his eyebrow at her latter three words. It might have been a combination of all three, but there is hardly any way in which he is going to admit that aloud to her.  

“I’ve never felt pity for you, Katerina.” Pity means that he thinks she cannot handle herself and that she is a broken little thing. Not something he’d ever seen her as, not even within the worst moments when his thoughts of her are hardly pleasant. Times that were in the past before they connected once more, only to find themselves there, knowing nothing can be what it once was. “Wariness.” He almost hates himself for even letting him travel down the road in which her intentions are as viscous as the idea he allowed Bonnie to put in his head. “Is that a yes to the drink?”

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“Fine. One drink.” Katherine perches herself on one of the stools, a noticeable distance away from Elijah and crosses one leg over the other, head slightly tilted and her expression stern. Not smitten or sincere the way it used to be, but that was probably just the bitterness talking.

He looked good, that she couldn’t deny. Then again, this was Elijah Katherine was talking about, so he’d always look good. "You haven’t changed.”

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– ☾ Anchoring. That seems like a completely different life time now, with everything that’s gone on. It only reminds Bonnie that Katherine has been out of the loop for a hell of a long time in comparision. “The other side didn’t exist, I had nothing to anchor you too.” It’s spoken as though she’s telling a god damn toddler, and frankly Katherine acts like one half the time. The blood tantrums she pulls, it’s insane. “But you’re back – some how Katherine Pierce always finds a way to cheat death.” So what’s the big deal?

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“You sound surprised, Bon-Bon.” Understandable. Even Katherine thought that might be it for a minute there, but hey, would you look at that. Unfinished business. Shocker.

Exhaling a light sigh, she perches a seat on one of the cafe’s outside tables, one leg folding over the other around the same time her smirk turns playful. “Come on, indulge me for a little while, please. What have I missed?”

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[runningfromthosedays]

Nights are long in New Orleans. Like. Really, really ridiculously long. Not like it was safe when the sun came up with day walking vampires, werewolves and witches that ran a whole section of the city. It was like Fright Night on speed but however bad days were (bad, just saying), the nights were worse.

Take tonight. Sam wasn’t hunting anything but anything found him anyway and left him covered in blood and bruises. His bruises, the others blood. What got him was that he wasn’t scared of what he fought and killed, if he was honest he was worried about the reaction from the other supernatural creatures in the quarter when they found out a hunter put a monster in the ground. He wasn’t even sure what it was, just that it had fur. A lot of it.

It was over. Sam was dragging himself through the ninth ward with a machete hanging from his hand and yeah he was kinda in no mood and so ignoring whoever or whatever was following him. Quiet and to himself in a sigh, “Crap.”

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Call Katherine ungrateful, but this whole non-vampire agility thing? It’s really starting to bug. I mean, really. What’s a girl gotta do to evoke a little fear around here?

Winchester. That’s who she was interested in. What, you think Katherine’s out here in her brand new Louis Vuitton boots because she’s hungry for conversation? No, she’s got some serious business that needs tending to and hint, it wasn’t with Dean.

No, that one was about as interesting as watching paint dry. Also, can you say the words collateral damage? No, Katherine wants somebody a little more dependable, but his brother? Now that’s exactly the kind of dependable she needs.

From behind Sam, “Nice blade.” She’s standing there, smirk in motion, head slightly tilted and hands firmly planted at her waist. Katherine’s only heard a story or two about the infamous Winchesters in passing, but it was still early days, Funnily enough for her, she caught just enough to know what she needs next. More on that later. But for now.

“You must be Sam.” Don’t ask her how she knows these things, she just does. Or Katherine’s seen him out getting coffee with Dean a couple of times and she’s simply going off a hunch, but the first one just sounded so much more mysterious. “We haven’t officially met. I’m Katherine.”

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Why The Long Face? // Starter 002.

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Dean turned his head and swiped his lips with his tongue quickly as he downed the rest of his drink. “It’s Dean, darlin’.” He re-informed her. “Your names Elena, right? Or is it Eleanor? My memory’s a little fuzzy.” He retorted with a teasing tone, clearing joking in his statement. Just as he placed his glass down the shots where placed on the table in front of them. He glanced at them for a moment before his eyes trailed back to the girl. 

There was still that feeling nagging at the back of his brain. She was weird, sure, but there was something else. Maybe she had a crisis in the middle of the night, maybe she has multiple personalities, it could be something normal, but with his luck, that was never the case, so he decided to test it a little bit. “So, can’t help but wonder what brings a girl like you to New Orleans.” He said, posing it as a question. If she remembered the conversation from last night, he’d drop it, if she didn’t he would have to keep pressing, which he absolutely did not want to do, but his instincts wouldn’t allow him to stop questioning it without confirmation.

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“Curiosity, nostalgia, etcetera.” A part of Katherine is reminding her to keep every card close to her chest, but that’s probably just the paranoid side talking. Every time she opened her mouth to speak, she had to worry whether or not she’d be letting out some deep dark secret in the process. The cons of being evil, I guess.

“And what about you? Oh, wait. Let me guess. It’s the perfect place to brood.”

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Why The Long Face? // Starter 002.

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Damn, she was bitchier than he remembered, but Dean was never one to turn down a challenge. “Ouch, I have to say, hurt my pride.” He said with a hint of a teasing tone and a smirk as he put the glass back on the bar. “I’m gunna have say number five because I don’t think you’d really need another number after me.” He could do overly confident, and he certainly wore cocky well.

He gave her another glance, this was not the girl he remembered at all. She spoke differently, sounded differently, fuck, she even looked and dressed differently. It gave his hunter radar a good jump, mostly just out of suspicion. Regardless, this seemed like it could be fun, and until she proved dangerous, he was more than happy to play her game, whatever it may be. “You look like you could use another drink, take off that edge of yours.” He commented with a wink before waving the bartender to get a round of shots.

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“Be my guest.” And by guest she means if hunky guy here wants to be her boy toy for the night, then hunky guy can be it. It’s been a while and Katherine Pierce is always looking for a little release. Mostly Stefan, but sadly a girl can’t always have what she wants.

Smirking playfully, she holds up her own drink, gesturing to him before taking the final swig and placing the empty glass down on the table, “So, what’s the name, handsome? My memory’s a little fuzzy.”

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Many had mentioned Katerina to him, but he hadn’t had the pleasure of encountering her just yet. It was a waiting game. Elijah knew all too well that she would make herself known when she wanted to see him. Likely give him a lecture of a lifetime, given the way things ended between them. 

He’s guilty of a lot of things when it comes to the woman that had been so heavily a part of his past even when he hadn’t seen her for most of it. He always chose his family and even as he sat at the bar nursing the glass of bourbon he seemed to enjoy more often than not as of late, he would make his choices over again. Even if the tension would rise to unspeakable heights. 

His eyes glance as the heels are heard, setting his gaze upon her. He fully expects for her to join him, holding out his arm to offer her the seat from where he remains. Though his features hardly remained as hardened as they were for anyone else within the bar, softening just enough at seeing her. She’d always been a weak spot and likely always would. Even Celeste had and she tried to murder him and his entire family. “Let me buy you a drink.” 

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“Elijah.” Her tone is soft, somewhat gentle and his presence alone is enough to stop Katherine in her tracks all together. He wasn’t the last person she was expecting to find, but he was on the list and suddenly her brain finds itself involuntarily taking her on a trip down memory lane.

Back to their last fleeting moments together, except there wasn’t really much together-y-ness to it now, was there? No, just a typical Damon, her deterioration, and a bag full of mind games and it’s enough to make a girl bitter altogether. 

"What’s the occasion?” Katherine’s slowly heading towards the bar, looking conflicted as she resentfully places her bag down on the top of it like she has the intention of staying. She doesn’t know why Elijah has so much power over her, because what she should really be doing, is telling him to stick that drink where the sun doesn’t shine. Along with how much she doesn’t care, except they both knew that was a lie, “Guilt, pity, or curiosity?”

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Bottom of the Ninth

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                            They haven’t officially met? Faith’s brows make a little ^ in the middle of her forehead, “Oh, yeah? Hey, bully for you, you gotta be the only beastie I haven’t met yet. Gettin’ a little crowded in the Big Easy.”

          She’s not kidding, either. Call her optimistic, but Faith was hoping this wouldn’t be another Sunnydale. Turns out? It’s worse, a lot worse and there are fewer Buffys and more Faiths to take the brunt of it. Brunt? Faith no likey.

                                          At least this one’s not throwing shade at her from the get-go, that’s something. It’s suspicious something, though, but at this point she’s so starved for a civil word (not even a kind word, just civil) that she lets the fact that this girl is obviously something bitey run right passed her, “Ask how you know my name but I’m gettin’ that a lot, these days.”

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“Then I guess we’re a lot more similar than you think.” Try having a doppelganger wench like Elena Gilbert get around for you. Even Katherine’s exhausted.

“Not ignoring the jacket, the good hair.” She smirks, somewhat playful and advances a few, slow steps towards Faith, fingers lightly tugging on her own jacket, “But when a little birdy told me that the legendary tale that is vampire slayers had arrived in New Orleans in the flesh, I got curious.”

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Why The Long Face? // Starter 002.

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Another escape to the bar and Dean already immediately placed the girl he had met just the day before. He remembers the fact she wasn’t particularly a regular and he couldn’t help but feel his own shot of pride that she was back, thinking perhaps he made a good impression.

He sauntered over to the place in which she sat, taking the chair next to her and waving the bartender for a glass bourbon. “Back so soon?” He asked, turning his head to the brunette as his order was placed in front of him. “I’m gunna assume it’s been a rough week so far, huh?” He asked, bringing his drink to his mouth.

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Okay, it’s official. Elena’s a trollop, which explains why she knows every cute guy in town. But what it doesn’t explain is why she insists on sabotaging both of their reputations to do it. The bad haircut, the dough eyes. Ugh, how insulting.

Still, Katherine’s looking for a little pick me up and this just might be what she needs. Glancing at the mystery guy sat down beside her, she pauses, pretending not to know who he is even though she really doesn’t, all while gesturing at him with her fork, “Sorry, are you number four or five? I’m having trouble keeping up.”

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Bottom of the Ninth

                   Depressing, that’s the only way to describe Faith’s neighborhood. Lowlands, flat and peppered with ruins and charity homes that are already starting to rot through. She’s taking the long way, down the aptly named Flood Street and headed for Claiborne and the piece of shit she calls home. At least for now.

      Better than a shelter, sort of. At least shelters have clean sheets and hot coffee.

                                   She’s not alone on Flood, she knows that much but this week’s taken a lot out of her and she frankly just wants to ignore this confrontation and go home. Duty, though. Bullshit duty. It stops Faith in her tracks and she lets out a half sigh but doesn’t turn around, “Yeah, well. Of course. C'mon, let’s make this fast.”

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“You must be Faith.” Don’t ask how Katherine knows these things, she just does. Spies, talk of the town, interrogation... Well, you get the point. Only this time? She’s just a little bit more intrigued.

Slayers. She’s heard stories in her time, but that’s all that they were. Word from mouth to mouth and if there’s one thing Katherine’s learned in all her five hundred years of living running, it’s that people lie, and cheat, and steal.

Some may call her a hypocrite, but she calls herself a survivor, and if there’s really a vampire slayer in town, well that’s just one golden trophy waiting to be manipulated, “We haven’t officially met. I’m Katherine.”

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Why The Long Face? // Starter 002.

Katherine’s pouty, irritable, but worst of all? She’s got a rip in her brand new designer jacket. Not that she had to pay a pretty penny for it, but it’s limited edition and that was gonna cost somebody.

She’s drinking alone, too. Glass of bourbon in one hand and a twirling fork in the other, which she was just itching to stab into some nobodies hand. Would you believe? She’s having a bad day.