❛ 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.
“You really need to bite your tongue sometimes, Katerina” his tone was a little cold but his face almost soft as he frowned. Loosening his grip on her neck, he moved his hand to caress her cheek. “Don’t look at me like that, sweetheart” he said, noting the fear that was visible in her eyes.
“Not my fault if I won’t take your sister’s shit…” She replied, her tone coming out a little frightened but not as much as she expected. Katherine sighed once she felt the grip on her neck gone, touching it with the tip of her fingers to see the pain going away. “I’m not looking you like anything.” The brunette simply said, trying to avoid the subject.
“No one asked you to pretend to be my brother, but it looks like I finally got Katherina Petrova to crack. This is the best day ever.” Rebekah said with a cheerful tone before the wood plunged into her stomach, her face showing a painful expression as she experienced the worst kind of deja vu; of how Klaus used to dagger her. Once she managed to blink the tears away from her eyes, she pulled the wood from her stomach with a cry of pain, before grabbing Katherine by the throat in the tightest grip she could and held her on the table. “I’m giving you the choice to walk away now. Let’s face it, you wont be in my brother’s body forever. The second you are back in your own I will hunt you down like a dog and kill you, just as Niklaus should have done years ago. That is a promise and I never break a promise.” Her expression and her voice were showing just how furious she really was, her grip on Katherine’s throat only tightening by the second.
“Then your life must be sadder than I thought for that to be the best day ever,” She said, with a small smirk on her face as her tone came out full of sarcasm and poison. Katherine’s smirk only grew bigger when Rebekah showed her a painful expression - that was low of the Petrova to feel amused by that; but who could blame her? She despised the blonde. Her smirk, then, soon fade away as soon as her back met the table and her throat met Rebekah’s grip. “Then let. Me. Fucking. Go.” She merely said, looking into Rebekah’s eyes with the most cold and hateful look she could ever have.
Klaus raised an eyebrow in amusement and looked at her. “More?” he asked curiously, before realizing what she meant. Letting out a chuckle, he wondered for a second why the maids appearance mattered to her. “Is there something wrong with my old maid, Katerina?”
“I’m just surprised by the nice choice of women you have.” She said, sarcastically. “Now… Is she really the ones who keeps all your stories from five hundred years ago?” Katherine raised an eyebrow, clearly trying to change the subject.
