❛ and if that fails, a plan c, then a plan d, and... you know how the ALPHABET works, don't you? ❜
independent katherine pierce from the vampire diaries. canon up to season 3. semi-selective, private and exclusive upon request/interaction. written by louise.
“I haven’t any secrets you would know. Whatever you are assuming is simply that a poor assumption from a poor guest.” Her words escaping her with a hint of fire, “Prince Phillip isn’t a good enough suitor for me."
"I’m sure you have, everything French is delicious and fine made.”
“Poor? Please, sweetheart, don’t talk like you know anything.” The brunette commented with snark. “Actually… I think he’d suit you very well. You both aren’t exactly the most pleasant of the people.”
“I’ve seen more and some better, but credits for that."
“You do not need to tell me something I already know.” The blonde responded with a girlish laugh escaping her, her perfectly polished fingernails came up to her mouth in efforts to stop the silliness. “Unless I am taking an english man for the english crown, I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Please, no one needs to know you’re with one of them. That’s why secrets are called that way, blondie. Unless…” She made a small pause, raising up one of her eyebrows in a rather sarcastic, but definitely amused way. “You’d rather be with Prince Phillip."
"But I’ve also heard… That the french men are quite delicious."
“You would think Prince Phillip would understand when he is not wanted.” The young princess mused to herself as she went through her letters, she found peace for her messengers in the French gardens, “The Spanish will never learn."
"Prince Phillip? Eugh. He’s disgusting,” The brunette rolled her eyes, remembering having encountered the man at least once or twice. “Try the English; they might be France’s enemies, but they sure are our friends when it comes to the looking department.”
I don’t even want to know cause no one but you, is capable of doing such a thing Pierce. I’m the existing proof of how far your wickedness runs. And that’s why Stefan steers clear off you!
Please, Caroline. You haven’t seen nothing. Actually, I think you’d have to need at least a hundred years and some deep qualifications at stalking to see how wicked Katherine Pierce can get and yet you wouldn’t know it all. And that’s why I’m going to get him again. Just wait and see.
And he doesn’t even spare you a glance, Katherine. Get out of your shell and go bother someone else!
Please, Caroline. We both know he used to do more than just glance at me. Breaking news, a century ago your best friend was far from being the saint you all think he is.
I said townie, not town. As in a LOCAL. You knew of me, that was important.
Blood bags, actually, not that it’s any of your business. I’m pretty sure the entire world would throw a party the day someone finally gets the balls to put a stake in your chest. Well, I’m not. Don’t act you were doing something angelic, Katherine. You’re a selfish, conniving little cunt, and you always will be. You will never do anything for the greater good of anyone that isn’t yourself, so don’t flatter yourself into thinking you deserve any praise for what you’ve done. At least I have friends, unlike you, and I can actually live my life, unlike you. I would almost feel sorry for you if it wasn’t for the fact that I knew you were pure, straight, evil.
Hmm, let me see… No.
Blood bags are useful, I do admit – although I prefer fresh blood. Honestly, Caroline? Even Elena is much more fun than you. Oh, just so you know; I’m her new best friend. Learn it, love it, live it. But guess what, they won’t. Unlike you, I know how to protect myself, and I always will. Aw, come on. It’s not like you’re a poor little girl either, Caroline. What, do you think you’re safe only because Klaus has this huge crush on you? Please. One day, you’ll have to run and, believe me, you’ll be just like me. Well… Not completely. I’m much prettier.
