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1 | [ holo / location: sanctuary ]
Three days in this dank, godforsaken tomb. It was three days too long without blood, as far as Katherine was concerned. There wasn’t even a single rat in sight; she was so hungry she’d probably lower herself to eating vermin by now. With a quiet exhalation, the vampire slouched against the clammy rock of the tomb’s wall, losing her balance as the solid rock behind her back disappeared abruptly and the darkness was replaced with artificial light.
"What the—!" Katherine hissed and braced one hand against the floor, bowing her head to shield her eyes from the sudden brightness. Slowly, Katherine raised her chin and blinked at the chamber amidst her hair, bewildered. This was a far cry from the musty tomb she’d occupied just a moment ago. How? A moment of sheer, wide-eyed panic gripped at her as she immediately considered the Originals, but a few deep breaths returned her ability to think straight. It couldn’t be. Damon had imprisoned her in that damn tomb, sealed by the Bennett witches’ spell; no vampire could get out once they stepped inside. It had to be someone else, and Katherine was willing to bet they couldn’t be worse than Klaus.
Despite her blood-starved body protesting at every move, Katherine straightened from her slouch and cast a critical eye down at herself. She was a mess; still wearing the wrinkled, knee-length black dress, dirt smudging her skin that had taken on a slightly sickly, ashen pallor – she could only imagine the dark circles bound to sit under her eyes. Her straightened hair hung down her shoulders, a curtain of limp frizz instead of the mass of curls she normally sported. She scoffed at the state of her and cursed Damon all over again. Caroline and that backstabber Lucy, too, while she was at it.
But she had a more immediate objective now, such as getting out and feeding. Oh, and a shower.
"Very well. I’ll bite," Katherine finally drawled wryly, smirking at her pun as she glanced about. "Hello? Anybody home?"
Preferably someone filled with nice, juicy veins full of thick, warm blood. Humming a soft sound of amusement at the thought, Katherine wet her dry lips and addressed the empty room again, her attitude remarkably lackadaisical for such an evidently unwell person in an uncertain situation.
"Nobody obviously taught you people manners. It’s rude to keep a lady waiting."
"What the—!" Katherine hissed and braced one hand against the floor, bowing her head to shield her eyes from the sudden brightness. Slowly, Katherine raised her chin and blinked at the chamber amidst her hair, bewildered. This was a far cry from the musty tomb she’d occupied just a moment ago. How? A moment of sheer, wide-eyed panic gripped at her as she immediately considered the Originals, but a few deep breaths returned her ability to think straight. It couldn’t be. Damon had imprisoned her in that damn tomb, sealed by the Bennett witches’ spell; no vampire could get out once they stepped inside. It had to be someone else, and Katherine was willing to bet they couldn’t be worse than Klaus.
Despite her blood-starved body protesting at every move, Katherine straightened from her slouch and cast a critical eye down at herself. She was a mess; still wearing the wrinkled, knee-length black dress, dirt smudging her skin that had taken on a slightly sickly, ashen pallor – she could only imagine the dark circles bound to sit under her eyes. Her straightened hair hung down her shoulders, a curtain of limp frizz instead of the mass of curls she normally sported. She scoffed at the state of her and cursed Damon all over again. Caroline and that backstabber Lucy, too, while she was at it.
But she had a more immediate objective now, such as getting out and feeding. Oh, and a shower.
"Very well. I’ll bite," Katherine finally drawled wryly, smirking at her pun as she glanced about. "Hello? Anybody home?"
Preferably someone filled with nice, juicy veins full of thick, warm blood. Humming a soft sound of amusement at the thought, Katherine wet her dry lips and addressed the empty room again, her attitude remarkably lackadaisical for such an evidently unwell person in an uncertain situation.
"Nobody obviously taught you people manners. It’s rude to keep a lady waiting."
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[ she trails off, going over the conversation she and stefan had about katherine when she first arrived over and over in her head. nowhere did he mention her being in town. ]
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[ she's being careful not to reveal too much to katherine. it's obvious that she knows more than elena does and she doesn't want to accidentally fill her in on more than she has to know. about herself, about stefan or damon or lexi, about the friends she's made while here. ]
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there's a certain amount of power katherine's holding here, but elena's not about to let her know she's got it. ]
After the things you've done? What makes you think I'd want to discuss anything with you?
[ it's a bluff that she prays katherine doesn't call. ]
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When Katherine speaks up again her tone is flinty, the teasing banter gone.]
Because underneath all that scorn and fright you might feel towards me, there is curiosity. You want to know, you want the answers. Why do we look exactly alike? Why did I do the things that I did? I am the only one who can provide you with those answers, Elena. Keep that in mind.
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Katherine hasn't survived this long with just pure luck on her side, however. Reminding Elena about her unique position in being able to provide for something her descendant yearns for is just another way to make herself untouchable. If it works even for a moment, that will be good enough for Katherine.]
You know... I'm not intending to harm or kill you, if that's what you're concerned about.
[Technically, it's true. So she's planning on handing Elena, the werewolf boy, Caroline and the moonstone over to Klaus in exchange for her own freedom, but that's if they ever get out of Taxon. But while here, it will be more prudent to keep the doppelganger from harm.]
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Good to know. What are your intentions, then?
[ not that she thinks katherine will be telling her. ]
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I don't really know, yet. I imagine they won't differ much from the intentions of everyone else that gets pulled in here against their will; find something to occupy my time with.
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I'm sure you'll find something.
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Oh, Elena, I have no doubt about that.
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Welcome to Taxon.
[ and then she switches her feed off. ]