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#AngelOfDeath - PartFour

{Pronouncing time of death is no one’s favorite job, yet Paul somehow made it appear effortless. As if he had a switch he could flick to shut out all emotions attached to the job. Of course those in the medical field were told not to become attached to patients, but they were compassionate caring humans. How could one expect them not to?

Mrs. Efird was carted out, her daughter still distraught, but at least she no longer had to watch her mother suffer. A small part of me hoped she took solace in that fact. There was no time to dwell on sadness or mourn the death of patients. There were others that needed care. 

I don’t think slutty Samantha has a single compassionate bone in her body, she was always too busy trying to catch some guys attention. Part of me wondered why she even became a nurse in the first place. Then I noticed how well maintained her body was. Flawless curves; nails neatly manicured, short and rounded, but nonetheless perfect. Her hair exemplary, almost as well done as my own. That had to require a decent amount of money. 

Our motives were different, but we each had varying reasons for being there other than the desire to simply save lives. I still didn’t like her, she was tacky and overdone, like having couture inside Wal-Mart, only I would be able to pull that off. 

As the night droned on, there was a sudden influx of patients. There was a full moon that night, it always seemed to make people go stupid. Couples brought in for domestic abuse. Generally only requiring stitches or a cast; sometime both, depending on how pissed the woman was. However tonight there was an array of injuries from child accidents to car wrecks. 

The first incident that of a young mother and her daughter. She had been watching her night time soap. The four year old daughter got into the garage, playing with a tub of daddy’s zip ties. Making a necklace wanting to be like mommy. Next thing you know she’s choking, the mother bursting into the ward frantically. The child’s face blue from asphyxiation. Carl cool and quick on his feet swiftly and easily gliding a pair of medical scissors beneath the notch and snapping the tie loose. Placing an oxygen mask on the unconscious child. 

A feeling of ease washed over me, being reminded of my own daughter. A secret I kept well hidden from prying eyes, a weakness that would remain unknown to my co-workers as I swept off to the next room. A car crash victim, he had swerved off the road to avoid a deer and plummeted into a tree. Causing the small car to crumple and the steering wheel to crush against his chest. Things looked grim for him as a doey gaze took in the array of tubes and wires. His family sat outside praying for a miracle that most likely would not come.

Keen ears picking up on the sounds of the family muttering beneath sobs, reminiscing about what a loyal and loving man Matthew was. Matthew, a charming name I suppose. He seemd like a nice enough guy. Wasn’t that how life went, bad things happen to nice people? Mrs. Efird appeared to be a wonderful woman and her daughter was a delight. Not that I normally would have cared. 

I could feel the the hunger edging at the back of my mind, tongue thoughtfully running across my gums. Perhaps this man was worthy of what I felt to be my newfound duties. The sound of his heart monitor slowing with each beat only solidifying the decision in my own mind. The disastrous bruise upon his chest a monstrosity of his suffering, I was sure everyone merely had him here to allow the family to say goodbye. 

But after what Amanda had went through with her mother how could I burden them with such? Had I grown a moral compass of sorts? Leaning down to whisper against the shell of an unconscious ear.} It’s your time to go home. 

{Slender fingers drew down the white sheet, knowing no one would check on the slowing monitor would they hear. They all knew he was going to pass. Sharp fangs extending, his muscular thigh requiring a harder bite to beseech the carotid artery. Sweet untainted elixir of life effortlessly flowing into the cavern of my mouth, delicately dancing across my taste buds as I relished the last moment’s of his young life.

Retracting with a satisfied sigh, the monitor now ringing a resounding beep in my ear as I’m engorged on the feed. A deep breath drawn to regain my composure, flicking off the monitor and replacing the sheet. I supposed he was now at peace, no longer suffering the life of this psychical plane. Somewhere happier where ever human’s go when they die. Slipping from the room quietly to find Paul hoping I would not begin to look suspicious.}

#AngelOfDeath #ToBeContinued

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#RippersRestlessness.

{All us so called creatures of the night have our own shroud of darkness, that part of us that craves to be let loose in the fathoms of gloom in which we like to play. For centuries I had been running, but from who? Myself or the fear of my own death? 

The hybrid always on my tail was ruthless yes. But was this my real reasoning? In this moment I thought back upon my life I didn’t have any reasons to run. #Klaus was off on some new venture, new kingdom to rule and such. He had been enraptured by his thirst for power and loyalty. He was certainly not going to get it in mystic falls. 

The moment I had first seen #Stefan I could never quite put into words how I had felt an instantaneous pull towards him. Though my grandeur plan did not work as I as I wanted. I was a manipulator, I admit. I used #Damon, his bravado and drive for life fed into the darkness that wove the web of deception.

 Alas I longed for something more, someone that would linger in the in between. On the edge of light and darkness with me forever. I knew one could not go with out the other no matter how they saw me what I did had it’s reasons. But that was not for me to need to explain. So close now was I to having in my clutches’ what I longed for.

Not did I ever allow someone to love me. I fled from such as it was what I became best at, the night was my comfort. Crimson elixir dancing along my taste buds like a sweet symphony,  mocha pools feeding into emerald hues laced with darkened veins that belonged to a lost love. When I thought I was searching for a speck of light there was this darkness incredibly bright. Allowing us both to revel in every whim to our hearts content as heartbeat ceased.

Rolling the body carelessly to the side his eyes met mine, the hunger insatiable as fangs still peered from under pallid lips. A monster I had created, that I craved to consume me in every way and this moment that was such. Calloused hands backing my frame harshly against the wall as lips crashed in a fiercely dominant kiss. Warm crimson tinged lips dancing along my jaw and down a slender neck as gaspy breaths left plush lips. Fingers curling into cropped locks leaning forth to pierce his flesh as such a favor was returned. Doomed to forever be caught up in the web of a ripper’s restlessness.} 

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#AngelOfDeath - PartThree

{Immediately after death, the human body loses control of all functions, releasing fluids and gases once contained by impulses sent via the brain. Now… imagine that happening while you were still cognitive.

Imagine having perfect strangers needing to wipe your ass and put you in diapers while your child watches… while you should still be up living your life, taking care of others… still cooking your own meals. Could you really say you might not wish to bring an end to your own pestilence?

In the middle of changing her sheets those seemingly empty blue eyes met my own. The gaze of an innocent woman in agony consumed my thoughts for a mere moment.}

Are you quite alright, Mrs. Efird?

{Her head shook; the look behind those eyes was one I recognized all too well. That was the look of fear and anguish. I finished the preparations of her bed before placing her petite frame back upon clean sheets.

I was hungry and she was desperate; why should we not help each other? Slender fingers came to stroke the back of her cool cheek. She was scheduled to be sent to a hospice facility in the morning. Her daughter was distraught about it, though she didn’t lead on.}

I can make sure your angel takes you home tonight, yes?

{Eyes focused on hers, making sure she understood what I meant. I knew she didn’t want to be seen as a burden any longer; to have the people she loved watch her suffer and lose herself anymore than she already had. “Yes.” Her answer came out as a breathy whisper as she nodded her head.}

I will call your daughter back in.

{A soft smile reassured her fragile form as I patted the back of her hand, silently letting her know I would return, before ushering her daughter back into the room.

A heavy sigh pushed forth as I brushed past the supply closet. I could hear slutty Samantha in there trying to have her way with the new intern again. I popped the door open with obvious annoyance written across my features.}

You are aware this stuff is supposed to stay sterile, right? Let’s not give someone an STD they didn’t have coming in.

{A snort departed glossed lips as I closed the door. I was thoroughly pleased that I had just managed to ruin her night… and with so little effort, at that. Perhaps there was still some Katherine Pierce in me.

I decided to make a stop by the coffee station, AKA the scuttlebutt, where Carl was chatting it up about his latest date. His normally cool complexion flushed as he swiped out his phone and I immediately snagged it. My lips tipped into a charming smirk before Samantha snuck up behind me for a peek.

“Oh, he’s hot. Does he play for my team too?”

God damn, does she ever back off? “Afraid not, sweetheart” Carl replied.

Jesus, he was too fucking nice; I almost wanted to slap him sometimes and tell him to be a man. Mocha hues rolled to the heavens as I handed Carl his phone back with a wink.} Good choice.

{I turned to deliver a swift line to Samantha.} You know men like a good chase. No one is going to want an old, worn out dairy cow.

{Lips once more lifted into a jubilant grin as Carl and Judy silently snickered. They were pansies, but I didn’t much care. I would speak my mind - and it /was/ true. No man wanted a woman everyone else already had.

With my deed already done, I took my leave. The warm coffee in my hand only subtly suppressed the undeniable hunger that had been building within me from the day I arrived.

The time was already well past 3am as I walked silently into Mrs. Efird’s room. With her daughter asleep, I gently reassured Mrs. Efrid that she would be at peace soon. I wanted to make her transition from life to death as painless and comfortable as possible; I found myself having compassion for the first time in… I can’t remember how long. I let my compulsion take hold of her mind.}

You will feel no pain. You will simply drift off into a peaceful enchantment… whatever you’ve always imagined.

{Slender fingers shifted down the white blanket and thick cotton sheet, smoothing up the printed hospital gown as fingers pried apart her now bone thin thighs. Her emaciation made it extraordinary easy to find the femoral artery. My fangs extended to pierce down meticulously into porcelain flesh, resisting the urge to groan as the drug-laced elixir of life danced across my taste buds.

I drew back only once every drop was depleted and her heart stopped. The stench was toxic to my sensitive nares, but I was high. High on the feed; engorged with blood. Was this what it was like for vampires that didn’t know when to stop?

I inhaled a breath to regain my composure - but I didn’t even feel bad. Mrs. Efird was at peace now. I mean… was that what happened to human’s when they died? I truly had no idea. Turning to softly wake her daughter, I felt the least I could do was let her know her mother was no longer suffering.}

Amanda? {I softly tapped her shoulder and I was met with blurry eyes.} I’m so sorry… she’s gone. {I was immediately met by an overwhelming face of tears before she burst out of the room. “I don’t want to remember her this way. I want to remember /my/ mother; the one who loved to walk in the rain and watch hummingbirds.”}

{A soft sigh departed at the young girl’s grief. I covered Mrs. Efird’s lifeless face with her sheet and went to get Paul to confirm time of death.}

#AngelOfDeath #ToBeContinued

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#AngelOfDeath - PartTwo

The small town of Greenville was rather mundane, much like Mystic Falls, only not overrun by the supernatural. Of course I made it my business to learn everything about well, /everything/ before coming here. Don’t you know me at all?

The first day had went as planned. The rest… well, let’s find out, now shall we?

{It was a good thing I didn’t really require sleep; my upstairs neighbor was some college rockstar-wannabe. He blasted music all day long. I assumed it was a weak attempt to stay awake because he was out all night partying. I had debated going up there and eating him, or even just compelling him. But with that came questions and that was the last thing I wanted. Instead I took the broom and jammed it against the ceiling; I hardly knew how to use it anyways - it was more for aesthetics.

Anyway, the other neighbors were fairly quiet, other than Barbara and her two month old baby down the hall. She was adorable, but man did that kid have a set of lungs. I stopped by a local eatery and picked up food; I was after all pretending to you know, be human. I dropped by her place and kindly offered her breakfast; being a single mom she didn’t have much so why not? I wasn’t going to eat it - I didn’t need that junk. How humans usually ate that kind of food…. It was no wonder they were always in the hospital.

The night of my second shift I wasn’t on such close observation. As handsome as Paul was, I didn’t need him up my perky ass all night. Though I imagine Julie wouldn’t mind him being up hers. Snickering to myself at that thought, I went on rounds with Carl, dealing out nighttime medications. He was as queer as a three dollar bill and had a smile that would light up a room, but that didn’t stop slutty Samantha from trying to get in his pants.

One of the first stops was an elderly lady that had come in for an aortic valve replacement and was moved out of ICU several days ago. She was scheduled for release in the morning. There was a light in her eyes as Carl waltzed through the door.

“How are we this evening, Miss June?”

The laughter from her was lighthearted and sincere as she replied, “Ready to go home, but I’ll miss these little visits.” She reached out patting his hand and winked, looking much younger than she was. You could tell she had taken care of herself; perhaps the heart issues were hereditary.

“You can come by and see me any time you like,” Carl responded with a cheeky grin.

Her eyes lit up with glee as a flush came across her face. I passed over her medication as they carried on, offering up a glass of water to take the pills.}

Here you are, Mrs. Manis.

“Please, call me June dear.” {A smile swept across my lips as she took the medication and handed me back the empty cup. “We have to finish our rounds, if you need us just ring,” Carl reiterated to her before we exited the room.

The remainder of our patients were what you would expect - people recovering from minor surgery: gall bladder, appendicitis, bowel obstruction.  We even had one middle aged gentleman who was diabetic and had to have the bottom half of his leg amputated. A middle aged woman came in with multiple symptoms, of which they suspected a heart attack. It was simply a severe case of anxiety.  

Human’s had so many issues now a days; it was almost exhausting. And normally I would not give two shits, but the last one was so heart breaking.

It had started out as a tiny spot on the lower lobe of her lung, spreading and attaching to the pericardium... making it impossible to remove.

Radiation had been ordered, but then there was a change in her mental status. She began mixing up words, leaving sentences hanging, and forgetting things constantly. An MRI found six lesions in the brain.

The one tiny spot of cancer had spread like wild fire, consuming the most important functions of her body. She was dying and there was nothing they could do but make her ‘quote’ more comfortable.

The patient’s daughter was strong in front of everyone, but I could tell she was breaking inside. Who wants to see their parent suffer?

I had family once… and the only solace I took in their deaths was that it seemed like Klaus killed them swiftly; they didn’t have to suffer.

This young woman’s mother was suffering. She was losing who she was; she was becoming incontinent, losing the ability to speak, to feed herself. It was truly heartbreaking.

Perhaps just maybe I could offer the woman a sweet release from this physical torture. One favor granted in exchange for another; no more pain, no more discomfort, no more shame. Just peace as her angel carries her home.}

#AngelOfDeath - #ToBeContinued

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SoloSeries #AngelOfDeath Intro

{The time had come for something more; to go somewhere I could truly find my niche and blend in while still getting what was needed. So I settled into a quiet little town - a single bedroom apartment. It was not as extravagant as I was accustomed to, but it would serve its purpose nicely. It had an open floor plan with a large bathroom and a balcony that overlooked the bubbling river.

The cool morning air felt almost rejuvenating on exposed skin. A soft mocha gaze took in the town’s mostly unimpressive skyline; the building of the hospital stood out among the rest with its big bright caduceus. How ironic, I thought; two snakes coiling up to pierce a set of wings.}

Your angel of death is coming. {I whispered only to myself and the morning sun.

I had applied to start in a nursing position - working nights, of course. Tonight would be my first shift. Obviously my documents were forged; they weren’t too hard to obtain. I had plenty knowledge on how the human body worked, so there was no issue there.

Slipping back inside the apartment, I wanted to break in the large tub for a nice relaxing soak before my shift was to start. The smell of rose and jasmine assaulted my nares as I sank into the warmth, prepping an exquisite form for what was to come.

I slipped into the standard-issued scrubs; though this dull shade of mauve wouldn’t be my first choice, I managed to make it look flattering with my flawless complexion.

Making way through the large front door and up to the floor where I would be working, an almost exuberant simper tipping upon rosy lips as the potent hospital smells assaulted my senses. How well I blended in that moment… they thought I was there wanting so badly to save lives. No, no one was getting near my blood. That was not my job.

I collected a name plate from the charge nurse and ran my fingers across the faux name before affixing it to my top. “It’s nice to have you aboard, Nadia.” My charm had always gotten me so far in life, and I donned the sweetest of smiles as he led me through. Yes, he. Did you think all nurses were women?

A perfect memory allowed me no issues in memorizing the many different codes for such things as supply closets and prescription carts. “These change weekly and are heavily guarded.”} I understand. {My smile returned as a gentle gaze remained locked on his, making sure he knew I was paying attention. One needed to in order to keep a job such as this.

The night shift had a small coffee station; it was more of a place to gossip than anything. In passing, my keen sense of hearing had picked up on the fact Samantha, the young short red head, was the local floor slut… and Julie, the prude, had a lady boner for Paul here. It would be in my best interest to know everyone’s dirty little secrets.

The crew was immediately quite taken with me, jumping in and loading up on the mundane duties no one else wanted. Hiding in plain sight, changing sheets, and giving baths would allow me alone time with patients. Time to find out who was worthy of my expertise.

As for today, I merely made myself at home. I made rounds to check out with Paul and briefly met the incoming shift as ours drew to an end. After my first successful shift as

‘nurse Nadia’, I made my way back to the small apartment that greeted me with the early morning sun peeking through the balcony windows.

I poured myself a glass of the smoothest whiskey, the breakfast of champions; after all, it was unwinding time for me. I had made it through my first shift without issues - no compulsion necessary. That was something to celebrate.

A survivor uses all the assets she has to her advantage; compulsion was only a last resort... most of the time. I tiptoed out onto the balcony, a dark smile slipping onto painted lips as the cool zephyr of the early morning lazily blew chocolate tresses. I welcomed the slow burn of the whiskey in my throat with a smile.

I was exactly what this town needed.}

#ToBeContinued  

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#DarkCatalyst

Please, call me Katherine. 

{That was the beginning of a cataclysmic demise, a brotherly bond that would never be the same. That soft mocha gaze casting to meet mossy hues that were instantly smitten with the southern bell, at least that’s what he thought.

The sweet smell of honey suckles assaulting sensitive nares on walks through the garden as both brothers vied for affections of one vivacious girl. How easily I wrapped them both around my little finger, playing one against the other. Though I had the most of selfish intentions, wanting to turn them both and run in the wind with my little toys. 

The selfishness of Damon over the love his brother confessed towards me brought annoyance to flair within.}

I said I’m tired, I wish to be alone. Leave.

{Pupils dilating as compulsion took over and the eldest Salvatore left the room. Though he did not need compulsion to see my true form as Stefan did. Stefan was the one that made me feel the sweetness in life. Like my daughter’s father had, something I never dared to feel since. Buried deep, behind thick walls that now only Stefan had managed to slip past in stolen moments. 

I had a plan, the families were getting antsy. What I didn’t expect in my cockiness was Giuseppe outing me, poisoning Stefan’s blood and in a moment of intimacy I was captured and drawn away. 

Damon the lovesick fool almost ruining my plans, had I not set things in motion I would have went up in flames as they thought. Escaping near death leaving all my “friends” to rot beneath the church as I handed over the moon stone. Trailing back; one last look at the man that had /almost/ stolen my heart and vowing that I would find him again. 

Off into the night I rode, the cool air carrying me to run for another hundred and forty five years. Only to see him again when years later I would need that moonstone once more.}

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#ASinnersFeast

{Headed to New York, I finally arrived in the city that never slept. Full of intoxicant lust, drugs, and never ending booze; the blood was sure to flow. It had been far too long since I had a feast of proportions that could satiate my overwhelming hunger and desire for darkness that consumed my soul like a squall rushing the banks of an unknown coastal town. 

As the plane touched the ground with a screech, eyes scanned the eager passengers pouring out of the plane. Making way out to the front of the airport, I rented a car. Having already done my research before hand, I shove the keys into the ignition and made haste as I pulled out of the parking lot.

My destination….the Catskill Mountain range. There was a sex rehabilitation clinic and I had plans that definitely weren’t for the faint of heart. A calm settled over me as I drew closer, the hum of the tires over the blacktop like a subtle symphony as the mountains drown out the sounds of the bustling city I would later return to upon my rushed departure.

 A treacherous smirk coating plush lips as I pulled up to the curb, chocolate tresses blowing in the brisk zephyr that whipped through the mountain range. Dainty hand pushing the buzzer to get past the gate that kept the area locked off, a woman answered.} 

“Yes, may I help you?” Yes, I’m here to check myself in. 

{I kept a look of need over my visage as she buzzed me in and responded that someone would come back for my car. Walking through and into the building, I filled out the paperwork with false information and payed cash I had brought with me from Mystic Falls to avoid any kind of paper trail and I would compel it back from the secretary later. Not wanting to compel too much at first and give way to something suspicious.

I gave the name Sara Walker, the woman showed me to a room and proceeded to go through my things; in search of any contraband. I internally rolled my eyes. Though I knew this would happen. 

After I was fully settled I went about meeting some of the fellow “campers” to decide who would be my first victims. 

“We’re due to have a nature hike in two hours, for those of you that are interested.” 

Announced one of the staff. The counselor that would be leading was a delightful brunette along and a tall man with sandy blonde hair, not bad. But there was a fellow camper that I could tell was jonesing even though he had been here for weeks. I think Eric, his was name, but not that it matters; I can have fun with him. 

I chatted him up in my usual charming way, and as time approached for the hike the four of us headed off. Shoes crunching over dried grass and fallen leaves that remained from fall as brisk air tingled all of my heightened senses. I could hear their hearts pumping harder as we headed up the steep hill, approaching a small rustic cabin that came into view after about a hour of hiking.}

“Thank fuck” 

{Fell from my lips because I was not looking forward to doing this out in the cold. “It’s about lunch time, we have a kitchen and a stocked fridge in here.” The brunette led us into the the small cabin an we proceeded pulling off our jackets and hanging them on the hooks just inside the door, my mind began to race with excitement as I was the last one in and with stealthy movement, I slipped the bolt locked behind me. 

Swiftly, I shoved Eric into the near by recliner; the two counselors came at me with a look of distaste. Blurring the petite brunette against the wall eyes darted to the other counselor as Eric stayed seated to the recliner not knowing what the fuck was going on.} 

Don’t fuck with me or I’ll kill her right now.

{I knew even though these two worked here they probably had their own dirty little kinks.}

Now, you’re going to do what I say or it’s going to be a blood bath, get it?

{Hands tightened upon her dainty neck as dark veins pooled under my eyes. “Wha…what are you?” She gasped}  Don’t you mind that.

{They both just nodded and I released my hold on her. Going into the kitchen, I pull a knife from the block on the counter. Telling Eric to stand, mocha orbs glimmered into his with glee as nimble digits swiftly yanked down his pants and boxers, shoving him back into the chair. Wagging Sharon over with a single digit, one hand upon the back of her head I shoved her down to her knees and pressed her head between his thighs.} 

Now, lick his cock.

{A soft whimper came from her chest as her head shook. Hand swiftly slapping the back of her head.}

 I said do it! 

{Charles (the other counselor) darted for the door and I swiftly blurred over in front of him and pressed the knife to his neck.}

 Tsk, tsk, I don’t think so, bub. I’m not done with my fun yet.

{Leading him back over, I didn’t want to compel them, it made the endorphins less intense. But if they would not do what I wanted, I would have to. Sharon now quaking with fear, knew I was serious now and was eager to please my dark desires if only to save her own life. Lips parting, as she began to lick Erick’s shaft. His eyes close as he quickly grew hard, low groans rumbling from his chest. I could smell the hormones ravaging his body already from his withdraw. 

A pleased smirk drew it’s way up on plush lips. Eyes moving to Charles as I grappled his sweats, yanking on them.}

Now I want you to get behind her, pull down her pants slowly and tease her until she’s moaning against his cock.

{He was hesitant until I nicked the under side of his jaw with the edge of my blade, the veins under my eyes becoming prominent once more as fangs elongated through my gums. Falling to his knees almost reluctantly he slipped her pants down, exposing red lacy thong. I knew it, you little slut. The air was thick with sexual tension as Eric’s chest grew heavy with panting.}

  Back off, bitch. I don’t want him cuming yet.

{Coming up behind Charles, I forced his hand down to tease her clit, causing her to groan almost against her own will. I could smell her wetness and see through his boxers he was getting hard.}

Fuck her, now. 

{Pulling down his boxers and shoving her panties aside I whispered against his ear.} 

You want her pussy?

{He shoved into her with a groan as I moved back to Sharon and brought her swollen lips back to Erick’s cock.}

Tease, right here. 

{Pointing to just under the head of his cock, she groaned as her body lurched forward, tongue darting out to flick against Erick’s throbbing tip as he grunted with irritation, almost begging for release. Lips grazing along the cusp of his ear as the sweet smell of his endorphin laced blood teased my sensitive nares.} 

Do you like that? 

{He just nodded, his fingers gripping the arms of the chair. Fangs extending, lips grazed over his flesh as eyes lingered over the scene. No, not yet. Eyes focused on Sharon.} 

Do it, suck him off. 

{I could tell he was on edge, being denied so much had drawn him into a frenzy and he smelled so sweet. Fangs extended as his body tensed on edge, Sharon had tears but was groaning at the same time. The mixture of hormones sending me into a high as canines sank into his flesh just at the peak of his orgasm. Sweet crimson flowing into the cavern of my hungry mouth, gliding down my throat as I gulped savagely and relentlessly until I felt his heart slow and his body fall limp. 

Charles and Sharon continued with their fuck fest until they both came and my head was swimming with the high from Eric’s delicious orgasm. The flood of endorphins was satisfying beyond anything I had recently experienced. Licking the remnants from lush lips as I gathered my composure.} 

Get up and get dressed, both of you. 

{Eyes stern and fixed on the two as I hauled Erick’s body up, dragging it towards the door. Their eyes slightly wide and filled with regret.} 

Oh, get over it, you’ll forget all this soon enough. 

{Pulling each aside I finally used my compulsion, pupils dilating as I made sure each of them would forget Eric ever existed, shred his files and mine. Return all my money and belongings as soon as we get back and make sure I get out of here. 

Dragging Eric’s body out further into the woods, I decided to let the animals take care the remains. I then quietly returned to the building with Sharon and Charles to make sure they completed everything I asked.

Receiving my things, I slipped out the side as they turned off the cameras and deleted footage of me. Getting back into my car to head back into the city completely satisfied with myself. A jubilant simper plastered upon perfect my visage.}

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#ATravelersCurse 

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{When I had died and jumped into Elena’s body it was the most amazing feeling. To be free again, no one chasing me, no  one judging me. And best of all #Elena had both Salvatore’s wrapped around her finger. Though her being the impetuous little thing she was kept choosing #Damon. Though I had done many wrongs and was now the gift #Stefan had bestowed upon me on my death bed made me see what others could not. That I was not the monster everyone thought. That I was merely a teenage girl that had her child ripped away from her, banished to a foreign land and attempted to be made into a sacrifice by a monster of a man. Whom of which would never let me go. Being on the run had made me hard and cold. I never got to be a mother, or be in love. Until I fell upon Mystic Falls. When I first saw #Stefan I knew. And upon our first meeting more chivalrous then most could ever live to be. #Damon, he had a bravado for life that drew a lot of women. I cared greatly for #Damon but I was in love with #Stefan. He made me feel alive. When his father found out what I was and things went south it destroyed me to leave him like I did. I could never tell either of them the truth. Having daylight rings crafted for them and knowing they would find their way to the both of them. I could not blame them for hating me. Especially #Damon, thinking I was trapped all those years. But I did not regret making him what he was. A stronger man and vampire, a survivor like myself. If he admitted that or not. And I told him as much before things went so not my way. The local busboy was so easily compelled to help me blend as Elena. But my own desire to be the teen in love got me into trouble; in the end I stood in the Salvatore boarding house. I had watched my own daughter die. The one that was ripped from my arms so long ago. This Was how it went, the end of the elusive Katherine Pierce. Not by the hands of Klaus but by my true love, #Stefan.} I guess this is how our love story ends. {A sharp pain shot through my gut and into my very soul as my spirit was torn from the body I inhabited. Appearing to #Bonnie I more than spoke my peace. Planting my hands lips pursed in a firm line and lashes fluttered shut.} I’m ready. {Nothing, what the hell?} I said I’m ready. {I merely got a perplexed look, #Bonnie telling me she didn’t control things before suddenly being drug away. Appearing back at the boarding house where it seemed sweet innocent little Elena was coming around.} No wait, what the hell is going on here? {#Bonnie finally showing back to check on everyone confirming I had showed but that I did not cross over. Perplexed glances were exchanged as everyone huddled around Elena. “At least the bitch is dead and gone.” #Damon exclaimed. Of course he would say that, dick. A scoff departing as I headed for the door, but I could not leave. Why, why could I not escape this damn house? As time drew on I remained trapped in the boarding house. Watching as a new witch became friends with the "crew" forcing Matt and Tyler to stab themselves with the knife to prove they were not indeed travelers themselves. Arching a darkened brow the girl was crafty. I kind of liked her for making them do that. Though Tyler instantly healed Matty boy however did not. Poor human, sucks don’t it? I was there when Tyler stabbed Sheriff Forbes. Oh, Caroline got her mommy back. How sweet. If I was corporal I have barfed in my mouth at how sickeningly sweet it was that they all cared about each other. But why the fuck was it that everywhere that knife went I had to go? Just as Mrs. Forbes collapsed something odd happened to Tyler. Making way behind him as if some invisible force pulled me along. A strange house he handed the knife over to a man named Markos. He went on to tell him about how this was the last one, the last remaining weapon that could remove a traveler from a person’s body. Killing the passenger and not harming the host. In that moment I hated my father for not telling me more about where I came from, who I was. But he was the reason I was in this situation. Taking my child and casting me out. Watching as Markos threw the knife into the fire, the metal smelting into a puddle as the handle charred and fell off into bits of ash. Suddenly everything went dark. I was cold and felt heavy. Unable to open my eyes when a horrid pain surged, it felt like an eternity. My mind whirling with a range of what if’s. Feeling cold stone beneath me. Suddenly I felt bone and flesh knitting together, nerves and organs seemingly regenerating as I was able to peer open my eyes. Darkness surrounded me; heaving a breath as I felt my heart race. Pushing slowly to sit hands smoothed over long overgrown locks, a groan departing parched lips.} What the hell just happened? {Blurry eyes attempting to adjust to the dim light that seeped through the cracks of the tomb where my body had been lain. I knew where I was. Slender digits feeling around till I found my way to the exit. Some how finding way to wedge an opening large enough to wiggle my lithe frame out of the musty area. The smell of the fall woods tingling my nostrils as I inhaled a deep breath. Tired, sore and hungry I made way to the boarding house. I knew my way around there well enough to know I could sneak in and out with out being noticed, probably. Or I would be killed /again/. Managing to get in and out as it seemed everyone was preoccupied. I made way to a neighboring house and hitched a ride into town. All cleaned up, they thought I was Elena, visiting from school. As I made it into town I had no idea what had happened. The sacrifices of people, the explosion in the center of town. Damon…. was dead? Really dead? Shaking my head I could not believe it. That was when I heard the rumors, rumors of the magic that kept vampires out of Mystic Falls. I knew I had to get gone and fast. Stefan, he was probably a mess. I had to see if he was okay, even if he did hate me.}

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout 

[Immortality, sure it sounded good but at what point does the price just become too much? I'd lost the person who had known me the longest. And Damon had been happy, he finally had everything he had ever wanted. He should be here, not me. Why did I deserve another chance and not him? Everything bad he had ever done was all on me. I was the one who turned him into a monster and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't pull him back from that edge. The only person who successfully managed to turn him into a better man, into /the/ better man was Elena. Now I was forced to watch her suffer through the pain of losing him too.. or at least I was until she had Alaric compel every last good memory of Damon away, locking me away with my grief. No one else felt the weight of his loss as I did. Unable to even set foot in my home of Mystic Falls anymore, thanks to the Travelers and their border spell, not that anything good remained on the other side of the border. Just a whole lot of memories and a suffocating guilt. Both of which I carried with me. Old friends believing I left to seek out a way to bring both Damon and Bonnie back, for awhile that was exactly what I did. Every lead, no matter how small, was looked into. I visited every witch and every sharman around the globe. There was nothing. Damon and Bonnie were dead. I had to accept that. The time had come to move on, forget my past and leave the name Salvatore behind. This wasn't the first time I'd reinvented myself over the centuries and it surely wouldn't be the last. I'd chosen Savannah as the next spot on the map to call my home. Calls from friends went unanswered, I had to erase everything from my past. I was rebuilding, I had a home, a job as a mechanic and a girlfriend who knew nothing of my past, I was happy, for the first time in months. Which of course, would be exactly the moment my past would decide to pay a visit. It came in the form of Caroline and Enzo. Caroline, clearly hurt that I'd given up on my search, while Enzo was pissed. Both incapable of understanding the need we all had to move on from what we lost. My reasoning wasn't enough for Enzo, no. He wanted to hurt me for what he viewed as a brotherly betrayal. His revenge came in the form of Ivy’s death at his hands. The first person who I'd dared to care about since Damon died. The experience brought along with it, renewed pain from Damon's death. I'd rebuilt, moved on, only to once again be left with nothing]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity

{Of course Caroline and her little bosom buddy would know where Stefan was. With no compulsion and no inhuman strength I had to pull out unthinkable things to get what I needed. Some dumbass left their keys setting beside the keyboard in the library. Not that I liked being there, but hey I needed to do research. Not like I had money to buy a map. Dashing outside before the person returned from where ever they waltzed off to. Glancing around the parking lot a slender finger pressing the button on the fob as a blue Toyota chirped. Well, at least it's reliable and it won't stand out. Turning the key I quickly pulled out, a smile quirked on glossed lips realizing there was a full tank of gas, my lucky day. My mind a buzzed with thoughts of what Stefan could possibility be doing, the  guilt he was probably holding on his shoulders. I knew how he was. Did he go off the rails, what did Caroline have planned? I was half way to Savannah before needing gas, pulling into a station I pulled on my best southern charm. The car in front of me had already swiped his car in the pump, my eyes started to rim with tears.} Sir, if I may....{sniffing as I talk} I'm sorry it's just.... my mom... {Pulling a total lie} I need to get to Savannah and my purse got snatched a few town back, I don't have time to file everything she's dying. I have to get to her. Would you accept this as payment? {Unclasping my daylight necklace and handing it over, I didn't need it anymore.} It's an antique and pure silver. {He took my sob story and I was on my way, hours later pulling into a small house on the outskirts of Savannah.} Stefan, gee you really can pick them. {Inhaling a deep breath as fingers knocked on the door, through I was sure he heard me long before the knock. Don't kill me. I thought to myself.}

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout

[With Caroline and Enzo long gone, I had been left to clear out the mess left within my home. Nothing was broke that  couldn't be replaced, except Ivy. No matter where I went, what I did, people who got close to me ended up hurt. Was that to be my eternal punishment? Karma's way of ensuring I never found peace after forcing my brother to turn? Ivy, the latest in a long line of victims, didn't deserve that fate. She was a sweet girl, who slowed down the spiral I found myself in, once I finally allowed myself to admit that Damon was gone for good. Retrieving a beer from the fridge, my mind wandered over the numerous places where Ivy could be put to rest. Her body was currently stashed away in my trunk, hardly a fitting place for someone I had cared deeply for. Announcing her passing to any family she may of had would only turn the spotlight upon myself and I couldn't let that happen. I'd have to disappear soon enough as it was. Recent visits having drawn too much attention my way. Taking a swig from my beer, hearing the engine of an approaching car. What was this? Caroline ready for round two already? She didn't give up, I'd give her that] I'm not doing this again, Care.. [Pulling open the door, my words accompanied by a sigh. Emerald gaze, not finding the expected female on the other side of the threshold] Elena. [Thick brows furrowed, the very second I'd uttered the name, I knew I was wrong. The petite brunette standing before me was Katherine, not Elena. How she was here, I had no idea, nor did I really care. Too defeated to even attempt to interrogate her, booted feet simply stepped aside to let her pass] Make yourself at home.

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity

{I didn't know if that was Stefan's wishful thinking or if he was simply too exhausted to even care. Dark eyes rounded with softness stepping across the threshold, the home was simple, very Stefan like. My ride had been long and I was starving. My stomach growled, but I ignored it as I stepped around to meet Stefan's gaze. He was obviously distraught, a deep sigh exasperated from glossed lips.} I know you hate me, I know I've done some bad things...... okay, horrible things, like Klaus level things. But I somehow got a second chance and I came here for you, Stefan. I heard what happened and, {swallows thickly} I know you, you're feeling guilty. {Attempts to ease the tension by retrieving a beer of my own from the fridge. Taking a long swallow to try and calm my growling stomach.} Think, think long and hard. What could you have honestly done to make things any different? {Leaning against the counter, a brow perked in question. Slightly nervous to touch him in his unknown state with my history and now mortality.}

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout

[With Katherine now inside, I pushed the door to a close. Leading the way deeper into my home in silence, this morning I had believed I'd lost everyone who had known me back when I was human, and now, here she was. Showing up to prove me wrong, like she had so many times before. Leaning up against the kitchen counter in silence, taking a long sip of beer, letting Katherine say whatever it was she had shown up to say. Finding myself unable to hold her gaze, I redirect mine to the floor, emotion welling up in me as her words hit hard. There was no denying the truth they held. Only daring to look up once her back was turned, an emerald gaze glazed over with all that I had been holding deep inside. How was it that she knew exactly what to say? What I needed to hear? Silence returning to fill the air of the kitchen. Katherine knew both Damon and I when we still possessed some semblance of innocence, she knew the bond we had shared then. A bond that over recent years we had strengthen once more. The woman before me wasn't the same as the woman who had turned me so long ago, bringing so much misery and self loathing upon my life. Here was the woman I had believed Katherine to be, when we had first met. The Katherine I had glimpsed when we learnt the truth of the cure to vampirism. While I appreciated what she was trying to do, I wasn't ready to talk about Damon. Instead I set my beer down, making my way over to the fridge] Are you hungry? [A pointless question since the growling of her stomach hadn't escaped my notice. Without waiting for an answer, I began to pull out a few ingredients to make a simple sandwich]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity

{I could almost feel his sadness, it was not the usual broody Stefan everyone knew. Being human again was something that would take some getting used to. This empathy I felt towards Stefan.....it was sincere. I had once promised Stefan that one day I could be that girl again, the one he thought I was. I just didn't plan on myself and Damon dying to do it. I loved Damon too, and Stefan knew that. But it was always Stefan that held my deepest affections, but there was no reason he should feel the need to bear the guilt of his brother's death. A soft smile as my gaze fell downwards, eyeing his retrieval of food. Always so noble thinking of others before himself and also diverting the subject in the process. The sneaky devil.} I can't remember the last time I've been this hungry. I think it's been oh.....roughly five hundred and some odd years. {A small laugh breaking free in attempt to break the awkwardness that filled the air.} Nice way to change the subject Stefan, but you know your soul is still beautiful even when you're grieving. Let the guilt go. {A hand lightly retrieving some items from him.} You don't have to do this alone.

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout

[With my mind now distracted by the task at hand, I found myself able to relax in Katherine's presence. Despite the sadness I still felt, I couldn't hold back the low laugh her quip caused. Allowing her to take some of the items from my arms] I can't.. [The only words I had allowed myself to utter in regards to Damon] ..at least not yet. [My eyes returning to look anywhere but at her, for fear of if I did, then everything I had tried so hard to bury would come rushing to the surface. Comfort was found in the latter of her words, although I had taken steps to cut ties with my past, being within Katherine's presence was different. Old friends knew Damon as the monster turned better man, whereas we both knew him before any of that had happened. She cared for Damon in a way that the others didn't, even if certain actions, on her behalf would suggest otherwise] Thank you. [A genuine smile pulled at the corners of my mouth, words spoken with nothing but sincere gratitude. Katherine was showing me a kindness despite me being the one at the hilt of the blade, casting her from Elena's body] What would you prefer as a filling? [Easing the subject back to that of food] Once you've eaten, maybe then you could share, just how you're alive and in my kitchen.

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity

{Lips pursed at his words, the small smile still visible at the edges of my lips. Of course Stefan could not just 'move on'. It was Damon, his other half. No one else had been through what they had, had the bond they shared. And I would expect nothing less then the sorrow which was obviously sweeping over him.} I'm not trying to push you, I'm only here to help. {Setting the items upon the counter wanting nothing more than to comfort him but lacking in the intuitiveness of how. Comfort, friendship, empathy, those were skills I never learned. How was I supposed to? Never having time to slow down long enough with an angry hybrid on my ass.} Don't thank me, I don't have anywhere else to go. {Fingers fumbling with the twist tie of the bread as I retrieved two slices. Stefan only ate human food to make human's feel comfortable, there was no need for that around me.} Do you have chicken? Pretty sure I'm not speed aging and dying this time, but still not filling up with junk food. {My body now relaxing more as the conversation shifted and he seemed to be a bit more at ease. My thoughts wondering back to my ride here.} Speaking of eating, have you been, you know, eating properly?

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout

[Nodding along with her words, believing, for once, everything she said. There was no hidden agenda, unless eating all the food from my fridge counted. Not that it was of any use to me anymore, there were no pretenses to keep up, no friends who'd unexpectedly stop by. At least none that were alive] That may be true, but you didn't have to come here either. [Shoulders rolling in a shrug. Somehow Katherine had another chance, free of everything that had once held her back and prevented her from setting down any form of roots. She was free. No one knew she was alive, leaving her to go wherever and be whoever she wanted. Out of all the places in the world, she'd chosen here. Chosen to see how I was dealing, risking her life in the process. The last time we'd seen each other was her death. At my hands. Coming here was no small feat, despite her insistence otherwise. Glancing over the items before us, sure there was chicken here somewhere] Here.. [Pulling a plate from the fridge, a few slices of chicken covered with food wrap remained] You're in luck. [Tapping a hand against my stomach] All the furry creatures I can get my hands on. [Keeping my response light. Sorrow had seemed to strengthen my bloodlust of late, I was sure to stick to my diet of animal blood, I'd lost enough lately, the last thing I wanted was to lose myself]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity

You're right, I didn't. {I stopped there, not wanting to drone on about love and it being the reason I had to check on him. I had done horrible things, but I said I would never give up, and this was me never giving up. If I had nothing else I had perseverance.} I guess it's just my lucky day. {Retrieving the plate from him, settling into making the sandwich. Mayonnaise, lettuce and the like. Taking several bites before heaving a relieved sigh and leaning against the counter once more washing it down with a sip of beer.} Thank you. To answer your earlier inquiry I don't really know. {Features softening with sincerity as I began telling him the story of how I became attached to the knife. Witnessing what happened to Tyler, what Markos did with the knife and how my spirit was freed.} Then next thing I remember I was in the tomb, it was not pleasant. {Face twisted with a look of asperity as my body shivered.} I made way to the boarding house, cleaned up and when I went into town I heard. I knew I had to find you, make sure you were not off the rails again. Not that it was easy, not having supernatural abilities and the like. {Shrugs taking another bite} A girl's got to do what a girl's got to do.

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout

[Hands free of the task of making a sandwich, I retrieved my beer from the top, amusement causing the corner of my mouth to twitch with the faintest hint of a smile. Katherine had spent more time as a vampire than she had a human, yet it appeared being in control was something she preferred, regardless of her mortality. All traces of amusement replaced by intrigue, taking a swig of beer, attention solely upon Katherine, intently listening to the tale she had to share. Thick brows drew together in a frown, learning what she had been through left a mixture of emotions rippling through me. Guilt, as always, was a major theme, after all, I was the one who had stabbed her with the traveler knife, which lead to her soul, essence, whatever you wanted to call it, being linked to the blade. Another was resentment. After everything she had done, she'd managed to escape death, yet again. A part of me wanted to hate her, hating her however, was, as I learned a long time ago, something I was incapable of doing] Make sure I wasn't off the rails? [Chuckles to myself] That was a risky move with my history and your current state.

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity

{I could sense Stefan's mixture of emotions, not only because it was written all over his broody face, but because I /knew/ Stefan. Did I deserve this second chance, a clean slate? Probably not, but I was going to take it and try and make it something better.} Okay, maybe not the smartest thing I've ever done. {A small laughter fell forth and I wondered if that was the laugh Stefan remembered.} But remember when you asked me what love was to me? It's this, it's risking it all to bring the person you care about home. {Not that this was the first time I had risked my life for Stefan, but at least this time he was /not/ hanging on by a thread. He was lost in a sea of emotions, but he was not thirsting for human blood, I think.} I know you can't go back to Mystic Falls right now, but I'm sure we can figure out something. I mean obviously some how I'm linked to them. {Offering him a look that said please have a little faith. Downing the remainder of my beer gee I was starting to feel like one of the gang, disgusting.}  

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout

[With a shake of my head, I dismissed all she has said in regards to Mystic Falls and bringing me home] Mystic Falls isn't my home anymore. [What did I really have beyond that border? Journals having been burnt a long time ago, there was nothing back at the Boarding house that even remotely interested me. True it had been among one of the very few constants I had during my hundred plus years, but it was filled with misery. It was the place I lost my brother, not once but twice. There was no logical reason for me to fight to get it back. If Caroline and Elena wanted to then that was their business. I was done. The time had come to leave what ties I had left to Mystic Falls. Erase it all and move on] Follow me. [With one final swig of my beer, I set it down on the counter and left the kitchen. Leaving Katherine to trail behind me up the staircase, while I led the way to what passed for a guest bedroom] You said you didn't have anywhere else to go.. [Pushing the door to the bedroom open, letting her peer inside] It's not much, but it's yours. At least until I move on. [I may have been unable to help old friends anymore, but I could still help Katherine]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity

When I said bring you home I met mostly metaphorically. {A heavy sigh fell, I somehow felt that I had come all this way for nothing other than to be a burden. That was not how I wanted to start my new life. Stefan was nothing if stubborn. Following behind and and up the stairs, eyes settling on a quaint little room. Turning back, soft eyes meeting Stefan as a hand reached to squeeze his. My first attempt at contact.} Thank you. I promise not to be too much of a bother. {It felt awkward, not at all how I wanted things to go, but I could not just give up so easily. All this supernatural mumbo jumbo, there had to be a way to get Damon back. To bring him back for Stefan, he needed his brother, for his sanity. So I lied through my teeth, I would try to make my contacts, see if there was /anything/ anyone knew about what happened to the other side. It could not be simply gone. Damon had to go somewhere.}

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout

And where would my metaphorical home be, exactly? [Brow lifted, hinting curiosity. Judging by the sigh, she misunderstood my current intentions, or at the very least, she failed to understand them entirely. I wanted her here, more than I would let on. Down right crazy when you considered our shared history. Out of all the people who had reached out, wanting to help, she was the only one welcomed. The constant thrum of her heartbeat a constant reminder of the time we'd spent together when she was newly human. A reminder of the caring woman she had started to become. The woman I had naively believed her to be back when we first met. That was the Katherine I wanted to help. Large hand turning, engulfing her own, returning the squeeze of her hand. The smallest spark of hope beginning to flicker within me, the longer I remained in her company. A spark I was not ready to acknowledge. Releases her hand, only now realizing that I still held it within my own] Don't mention it. It's what friends.. or mortal enemies do. [Flashing a brief cheeky smile, hoping to lighten some of the awkward tension which seemed to settle over us both]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity

{Lips lifted in that knowing little smile, one shoulder giving a little shrug feeling him return my gesture after his statement. Perhaps I had lost my ability to read people when I became human again. Having supernatural abilities did have it’s perks. Perhaps I could still help Stefan, maybe we even still had a chance at something more than mortal enemies.} It’s where you make it. {Eyes getting that little twinkle as a hand tapped against his chest.} With the people that are important to you. {Lips pursed, Stefan was the only important person to me that was not dead. Klaus made sure of that, and Tyler killed my sweet Nadia. Maybe, just somehow could I find her too? Make up for all the things I never did with her that she deserved while I was being selfish. Could I be that lucky?} Ah, was there a peace treaty for mortal enemies signed while I was dead? {Returning his grin with a cocky simper.} Do they also buy them some clothes perhaps? {Looks down} I only got one of Elena’s old outfits. I promise I won’t be picky. {Offers my sweetest smile}

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout

[Eyes glancing down to her hand at my chest, “It's where you make it. With the people who are important to you?” Not sure I knew who was important to me anymore. Months had been spent ignoring calls, visitors received a frosty welcome. The eagerness I'd felt for the departure not exactly hidden. For so long I'd attempted to push everyone away, I wouldn't be surprised if I'd succeeded. It was what I had wanted anyway, wasn't it? Clearing my throat, forcing aside thoughts of friendships] Something like that. [One corner of my mouth hitching up in a half smile. My gaze lowering, following hers, stopping upon the outfit, rather than continuing on to the floor. Feeling myself being twisted around her finger again, how easily a task she found it, be it vampire or human, she knew how to push my buttons] There may have been some fine print in the peace treaty to allow such a thing. [Returning her smile with a genuine one of my own, grateful the awkwardness between us had evaporated] We'll go first thing tomorrow. For now.. [Gestures to the doorway just across the hall, the one that led to my room] Feel free to take what you need. [My own clothing would be too big for Katherine, I knew that of course, but she was resourceful and would figure something out]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity

Mhm, right. {Half ignoring his brushoff, Stefan would come around in his own time. Finding he was finally seeming to grin a little more than brood, that was an improvement. And in that moment I felt.... relief? A warm smile taking place as eyes peered around his, brows arching upward.} Aha, fine print, I see. And thank you, Stefan. {Knowing he knew what I was capable of, I was not a fan of doing things by hand but when the situation called....} You know you’re going to have to re-clean your room after I sack it, right? {Emitting a short laugh, knowing I was always one for leaving a mess behind. Unless it was my own belongings.} I’m kidding, I’ll try not to make a mess. {Resourcefulness set in, drawing my own pattern to make a pair of shorts from Stefan’s shirts, ripping a zipper from a pair of his jeans. He did say I could take what I needed. Picking a matching tee to coordinate with the plaid bottoms, sure it was over sized, but it was all the rage for young girls to knot their shirts now a days. Settling into a hot bath felt more relaxing then I remembered, even with men’s soap. I would have to ask for that too. I half hated having to depend on him now. I was a life long manipulator, but this was different. Drying off to get dressed sure I half smelled like Stefan, laughing to myself before returning to the kitchen.} Not too bad, uh? 

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout

[Brow hitching, amusement visible within the depths of my eyes. Katherine seemed to be developing a liking to making promises she had no chance of keeping. Bidding a hasty retreat, back downstairs, before I had to bear witness to the complete destruction of my room. Settling into the kitchen clean up, food to put away, dishes to wash, anything to keep myself busy, distract from what was going on upstairs. The rhythmic beat of her heart easily heard. That didn't bother me, not with my ripper tendencies under control. For weeks friends had reached out, wanting nothing more than for me to feel a sense of hope. Caroline having practically begged me not to give up, all protests falling upon deaf ears. Katherine, had accomplished what I had firmly believed was the impossible, in less than a day. Pulling another bottle from the fridge, thoughts returning, despite my best efforts, towards Katherine. What was it about her that made me care? Pulled from my reverie by the dulcet tone of her voice, having been too caught up in my thoughts to register her arrival. Emerald gaze finding her own, head bowing in a gesture of approval, there was no denying that she looked good, even in the oversized clothing] Do you want one? [Sways the bottle within my grasp, already taking a backwards step towards the refrigerator]

Katherine Pierce @spitfiretout

@corrupthumanity

{Stefan’s gaze caused an innocent smile to tug on nude lips, both of us feeling more at ease. The down stairs tidied from my earlier visit, of course Stefan was going to keep himself busy and tidy. If he didn’t his mind would trail off on the wrong path, we had the travelers to thank for that and my heartbeat. He was good at hiding how much the absence of Damon hurt, but I knew better. Perhaps he was dealing in his own way and perhaps I was helping some how, but that wound would never close. I would not expect it to, myself never getting over losing my daughter, twice. Pain was something we had to endure, pain was weakness leaving the soul. Human or vampire I would persevere and make sure Stefan did as well.} Why Mr. Salvatore, are you going to try and get me drunk and take advantage of me? {Deploying my best southern accent. A soft laughter following as I leaned against the counter tossing a wink. Stefan would never, to any women, he was not the type.} Yes, thank you. {Clasping the bottle in hand to take a long much needed drink gazing back in his direction.} So, about that mess I said I would try not to make..... {He would not want to talk about the elephant in the room, when we went into town I would use a phone to call my contacts.} 

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout

[Shaking my head on a smile, collecting another bottle of beer from the fridge, passing it on over to Katherine. No retort necessary this time, she knew me a lot better than that. The last thing I wanted was a drunk Katherine on my hands, not that she wasn't entertaining, it was the hangover stage, which was usually tricky] Hmm, let me guess. [Both brows now raising] You went ahead and made it anyway? [Tone remaining void of surprise. I’d spent the better part of my life, cleaning up messes, hers, my own, Damon’s.. Feeling a pang of sorrow as Damon entered my thoughts. Shutting out the feeling, just as quickly as it had arrived. Head tilting slightly in the direction of the living room, subtly suggesting that we should move the conversation somewhere more comfortable, booted feet already leading the way] Can I at least make it to my bed? [Questioning while settling into a chair. If I could crash out on the bed for the night, then any mess could wait until the following day. A hooded gaze watching Katherine as she moved into the room, raising the bottle to my lips for a long slow sip. Struck again by a sense of gratitude for the petite brunette, after everything we had done to each other, the pain we had caused, she had still risked it all, most notably her life, her human life, to come here and check on how I was doing. Lowering the bottle to rest on a knee, my gaze catching Katherine's. I wanted to thank her, to share how much her simply being here was helping. But I couldn't find the words. Choosing instead to offer her a genuine smile]

Katherine Pierce @spitfiretout

@corrupthumanity

Well......{Taking a long drink from the bottle to quell the impending doom, a small smile gracing my lips as eyes twinkled with the slightest hint of sincere innocence. The type of false innocence I gave off back in 1864.} making this {Motions to myself} did make a small mess. {Pinches thumb and forefinger in a small gesture as a genuine laugh slipped past.} Yes, you can get to your bed, it’s not /that/ bad. {Bare feet padded behind before taking a seat on the empty couch. I knew where his thoughts lingered in and out of, it broke my heart. Yet, still he smiled, was that for me? Long legs crossing as fingers lifted the neck of the bottle once more, leaning across to catch those emerald eyes.} I see that smile there. {Finger of a free hand roaming across his face, that handsome visage I fell for all those years ago. A flood of memories rushing by at our simple gaze. The good, bad, ugly and back around. How many people could share that amount of history and still affect each other in such a positive way?} If you can’t find it I’m sure I can help you to your bed. {Dropping a cheeky wink, things were getting easier, we were both more relaxed and I felt as if Stefan saw I was truthful in my actions, no ulterior motives. Well, except maybe to try and steal his heart, was that not always something I secretly wanted?} Or, we could slumber party here in the living room like a couple of teenagers. {Laughing a snort, that was so far beyond anything either of us would do. Grabbing a throw pillow and stuffing it behind his head.} Did you pick these out to coordinate with your eyes? {Hovers, staring between the pillow and that soulful emerald gaze.}  

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout

[Lips pursed, unsure whether or not to buy fully into her display of innocence, it was an act she had long ago been a pro at. Falling for it was not something I wished to repeat. Mind slipping back to her last stint as a human, there had been innocence then, genuine too, for the most part. That was of course until she had found a way to use everyone's feelings for Elena against them.. I could see why she had done it, it ran deeper than the selfish reasons all the others pointed out, not that such behavior could be condoned, the steps I'd taken to end such a possession proved that. Searching her eyes for the answers I sought, while a finger brushed across my face. Her gentle touch not one I had forgotten, leading to awakening of more past memories. Some good, some not so good and some I'd rather not dwell on. Chuckling lowly, eyes cast down, despite the current situation and sadness held within] Sure.. [Gives a slow nod, bringing the bottle neck to lips for a brief taste] ..then maybe we could braid each others hair. [Biting back a laugh of my own, side eying the throw pillow she had reached for] Yeah, cause that sounds exactly like something I would do. [Tone iced with sarcasm, yet void of any malice. Katherine was keen to keep the topic of conversation neutral, away from Damon. Something I was only all too happy to do myself]

Katherine Pierce @spitfiretout

@corrupthumanity

I knew you secretly wanted to play with my hair. {Finger tapped against his chin before once more taking my seat. Long legs slinging up to rest atop the coffee table drawing another drink.} Careful, I might actually start to think you want me here. {Stefan’s demeanor was something he was good at hiding behind. Perhaps others would be so easily misled or pushed away, but I seemed to be an expert at speaking in Stefan. A soft smile rose on now naturally rosy cheeks.} Or maybe it’s just something /I/ would do. {Lifting hands up to braid my own hair down one side as eyes continued to follow his, if he wanted to talk about randomness I would happily oblige.} Well, they do bring out your eyes, and you’ve not yet told me what exactly you’re doing here. For work I mean, are you a male escort? {Lips pursing to contain a laugh, he could totally do that but never would he, that would totally be something Damon would do.} You know, getting all the ladies. {Wiggles my brows playfully} That might make me a little jealous. {Not that any women in this town could possibly compete with me. Especially when it came to Stefan, whether he admitted it or not I was his first real love.} This isn’t working. {Pulling a face to loosen the braid I had made, who could flirt with a braid?}  

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout

[A verdant gaze held her own, her comment appearing to be at least partially throwaway, my response however was not] Maybe that’s exactly what I want. [In truth, I wasn't entirely sure what I had wanted, not for the longest time. What I did know was, things seemed to be easier with Katherine around. The reason for this, was a mystery. I wasn't ready for her to not be here] I'm getting that. [Unsurprised by her answer to a question I had yet to ask. Katherine knew me well enough to know what I was thinking, it was a gift of sorts, one she'd developed undoubtedly from years of being my creepy stalker. Lowly chuckling to myself. Leaning forward in my seat, forearms resting upon my knees. Head shaking, unabashed laughter no longer held back] Male escort..? [Questions only once the laughter has subsided] Now that’s an idea.. a terrible one. [Draining the last of the beer, the empty bottle now cast aside upon the table] Considering my last girlfriend is dead and currently residing in the trunk of my car, I'd say there's no need for jealousy. [Eyes darkening at the thought of Ivy, the familiar swell of sorrow beginning to creep back. Shaking it off as quickly as it had arrived] I took a job as a mechanic. Pay’s decent enough. [Nodding thoughtfully, it may seem like nothing to Katherine but it was a job I had grown to love. It afforded me the illusion of a normal life, just like everything else I built up here did]

Katherine Pierce @spitfiretout

@corrupthumanity 

Well, you know how to stroke a girls ego. {Leaning forward once more, taking another long drink of my beer, now over half empty. Lips tipping into a playful grin. We both seemed to be getting under each others skin, in a good way.} Finally learned how to speak Katherine did you? {Dropping a lid in a wink before his next response. My face shifting to that of a more serious tone, lips pursed pulling back on the giggles as eyes softened.} Stefan, I’m sorry. {Clearing my throat a hand reached out taking hold of his, not in a manner to say “I feel sorry for you, but in a manner of I’m here for you.” Fingers giving his a soft squeeze before I responded again.} Um....I think taking care of that should come before taking care of whatever I need. {My words sincere, for once I was putting someone else in front of myself without thinking twice or expecting anything in return. It kind of..... felt good.} A mechanic, I can totally see you covered in grease. {A soft hum purring under my breath picturing the scene. I was sure Stefan thought I would scoff at the thought, but I knew Stefan was not extravagant like Damon. He would rather make his own way and live on what he could do by his own hands. If he wanted something he would work for it, and so would I.} That’s a good fit for you, seeing you drive that old car and all. {Lips once more drawing into a small smile trying not to hover on negative emotions.} 

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout

[It wasn't about stroking her ego, I was about to point out this fact, only to stop myself upon the realization that she probably knew that already. She always seemed to know exactly how and what I meant] They have an app for that now. [Tries out my best poker face, quenching the desire to let slip a laugh. Lost for words soon after Katherine's display of genuine sympathy. She never knew Ivy, or the type of relationship we had. In truth, I wasn't entirely sure how well I had known Ivy. The past wasn't something I had wanted to discuss when we were together and so it wasn't a conversation we'd really had. Thumb pad brushed against the soft skin at the back of Katherine's hand, returning the squeeze with one of my own. Nodding along in agreement, the only problem being, I didn't know where Ivy's eternal resting place should be. She had deserved better than the hand she was dealt, after entering my life. Thick brows raised, the mood lifting once more] This is reality, not one of your fantasies. Try to remember that. [Elicits a brief chuckle from deep within my throat. It didn't matter if Katherine understood or not, I loved my job and this small patch of Savannah, they both offered me a chance at normalcy. The only thing I had wanted from the moment I had turned] It's a good fit for now, eventually I'll have to move on, become someone else. [If anyone was going to understand the life of a vampire then Katherine would] 

Katherine Pierce @spitfiretout

@corrupthumanity

Oh, I have my very own language now, they even added it to google? {Primps a free hand through my hair pretending to be so very overly cocky at his pokerface. Once more returning to my previous state of seriousness, Stefan deserved closure and so did this girl’s family. Not that I was usually the type of person to try and half offer such a thing but, I found myself more driven than ever. Not because of my love for Stefan, not that it was not there, but perhaps because I actually was emulating him.} I’m not trying to live in some fantasy. I’m here, I’m with you. {Clearing my throat before speaking once more.} Well, I’m sure whoever I took my car from has already had it replaced. {Eyes falling to the floor then back up to meet his.} I realize this sounds bad, but it’s for a good purpose. I’m still human but you are immortal and she’s already gone. Take this car, wreck it into a tree with her in the passenger seat. Get me a cell phone, I’ll dial 911 and you can compel the missing pieces to the police. Just a stranger giving another stranger a ride home, swerved to miss a deer, tragic accident. Her family gets her body back, she gets laid to rest where she belongs and you get some small amount of closure. {I knew Stefan would always feel guilt for her death somehow, I could tell by the way he spoke. But at least this would be a way to give her family and friends closure and not leave her in an unmarked grave.} Let me help you, Stefan. For now just be you, be us. 

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout

[Emerald gaze searched the all too familiar face in front of me. Hardly able to believe what I was hearing. I'd seen glimpses of the goodness held deep within her over the years, although even then, there tended to be a hidden agenda. If there was this time then I couldn't work out what it was. Selfless, that was the only word that came to mind in the moment. Okay, so the car wasn't hers, that didn't detract from what she was attempting to do here. She understood the need for closure the family would have. Wondering myself, if this was down to her own experience with Nadia, having lost her not once but twice. The pain that must of caused, I couldn't even begin to imagine and both times she had been completely alone in her sorrow. Fingers flexed, delivering another squeeze to her hand. Nodding slightly along with her, it was the best move available. Ivy deserved more than an unmarked grave and this was the only way to ensure she got it] Be us..? [I'd only been half listening to the last part, mind busy picking out the best road, for Katherine's plan to work. Releasing the hold, I didn't realize I still had on Katherine's hand, rising to my feet] I'll get Ivy, you get the keys? [Even with compulsion, the plan had a better chance of succeeding while it was dark out]

Katherine Pierce @spitfiretout

@corrupthumanity

{It was obvious Stefan was fairly sure I had been inhabited by a pod person, that or I had simply lost my mind. But in all honesty I had the one thing I always wanted, freedom. Well sort of. Everyone thought I was dead, I did have to admit I might be a little nervous what would happen if Klaus found out I had cheated death yet again and was human. What he would do for human doppelganger blood. A soft smile gracing fresh faced features, for once not weighed down by loads of makeup. Nodding as dainty fingers finally fell from his, sure he was lost in thought.} Yes, you know just in the here and now. Don't rush off and over think things. {Meeting his glance as I rose as well, a nod following his question.} I’ll meet you out there. {Setting my empty bottle upon the table before heading into the kitchen to snag the keys from the counter. The cool night air bringing goosebumps to my now sensitive human flesh. Unlocking all the doors I leaned against the side of the car and gave a small sigh, this was not really something either of us wanted to do. Sure, I still loved Stefan, wanted to be in his life. But it didn’t mean I wanted him to have heartache and sorrow.}

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout

[With a firm nod, I left the living room and made my way out to the garage where my car was. Stealing myself with a deep inhale, hands resting against the lid of the trunk, filled with remorse for all that had happened. Unable to stop myself from wondering why I even bothered striving for a normal life. I wasn't normal, I wasn't even human. How could I possibly lead a normal life when the people I cared about wound up dead, some by my very own hands. In essence, I was a blood addict, a ripper, a monster. It would only be a matter of time before I fell over that edge again.. Brows drew together in a frown following the dark turn of my thoughts. Eyes fell upon Ivy, her petite figure barely fitted in the trunk. Strong arms carefully lifted her out, my gaze studying soft features that were once filled with life. Delivering a silent apology before stepping outside to join Katherine at the car she had… acquired. A somber gaze meeting hers] Are you sure you want to be a part of this? [There was still enough time for Katherine to back out, it wasn't like she had any reason to care about what happened here. After settling Ivy into the passenger seat and buckling her in, with care, I straightened up, chiseled features turning towards Katherine. Hand reaching forward for the keys] Let's get this over with. [This was the last thing I wanted to do tonight, much preferring to be back inside with a beer in my hand. Instead, I was about to bring Ivy's parents world, crashing down around them]

Katherine Pierce @spitfiretout

@CorruptHumanity

{Stefan’s words said “I really don’t want to do this, but I need to.” My heart was heavy not only for him but for the girl’s parents having lost my child not once but twice. At least the second time I knew, I got to see her, have a moment of closure with her. This girl’s parents deserved that. An innocent girl didn’t deserve to be dumped into an unmarked grave because she got tangled up in the supernatural.} I’m not abandoning you, Stefan. Get over it, I actually care. {Lips pursed watching him set the girl into the car, handing over the keys with a soft sigh.} I know you would rather be doing anything else right now, but once this is all said and over with you will feel better than if you would have buried her in the woods somewhere and left her as a missing person. {Sliding into the back seat, Stefan knew this area and where to go. I was merely a means to an end, this girls final end. Hoping we would help her find her way home, to where she truly belonged then maybe Stefan would be a tiny step closer to that spark of hope. The roads were long, narrow and dark; heavily wooded. It would be easy to believe I had swerved to miss a deer or any variety of animals.I was willing to bet my very new life Stefan would never go hungry out here. Clicking on my seat belt the further we drove, remembering once more I /was/ in fact human as my heart began to race.} You are going to let me out before you wreck the car, right? 

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout

Okay then.. [Palming the keys, deciding not to argue with Katherine over this, she wanted in, then she was in. Listening to all she had to say, features void of any emotion, to get the job done I needed a clear mind. There was no sense in dwelling on things I couldn't change. At least that's what I kept trying to tell myself. Easing into the driver's seat, my gaze set dead ahead, desperately avoiding looking over at Ivy beside me. There were still a mass of memories I didn't wish to relive. Driving away from civilization towards the twisty roads, filled with blind corners. Towering oak trees rising high above us. The particular road I had chosen was known for it's accidents, Ivy would just become another statistic. Keen hearing picking up the thundering beat of Katherine's heart. A verdant gaze meeting hers through the rearview mirror. Unsure whether or not her question was a hundred percent serious or not. Could she be blamed for asking it? No. I was the one who had killed her after all] I'll let you out. [My tone reassuring, even as eyes shifted back to the road. Coming to a slow stop, this seemed a good a place as any] This is where the living get out. [Jaw setting while Katherine exited the car. Pulling a u-turn, a crash would make more sense heading into town, considering the story Katherine had come up with. A booted foot hit the gas, tyres screeching against the tarmac in protest. Bolting forward, purposefully taking the first corner with too much speed. With what little control I had left over the car, I directed it towards the biggest oak tree on the bend. The passenger side of the car taking the brunt of the impact the driver's side untouched. The small cut at my brow already healed as I got out of the car. The temptation to glance back at Ivy was almost too much, forcing my feet forward, away from the car and back towards Katherine. Pulling my cell from my back pocket] You're up. [My tone distant and cold] It's a burner, one I got after… [Words trailed off, she'd know exactly why and when I got it. She knew me better than anyone else. Stuffing large hands into the pockets of my pants, there was nothing else for me to do now, other than wait]

Katherine Pierce @spitfiretout

@corrupthumanity

{A small sense of relief settled over me as the car stopped and I slipped out, of course Stefan was not going to do the deed with me in the car. He would never after my show of faith, right? Shaking my head to myself, a well of goose bumps cascading across my body as tires screeched, the sound of twisting metal and breaking glass echoing against the thick trees and brush. Eyes adjusting as Stefan stepped into my field of vision, sighing as I saw he was okay. I mean you never know. Lips pursing seeing the look on his face, but I didn’t know how to comfort him, we both just wanted to get this over with. My now human self flooded with a swell of emotions, swiping the dial pad and frantically calling 911. A trembling voice pleading for an ambulance for my “hitchhiker”. I was surprised at how quickly they arrived, obviously pronouncing the girl dead at the scene. I gave my story to the officers. Being an out of towner here to visit a friend and gave a stranger a ride. Free directions, right? The whole swerve to miss a deer ect, though I had no registration or insurance in my name. Luckily I “had my seat belt on” and needed no medical attention as the damage was on the passenger side. This is where Stefan came in. It was, I’m sure like losing her all over again for Stefan but as the ambulance drove away in silence I simply gave him a tight lipped smile.} She’s going home, Stefan. You gave her that over an unmarked grave. Try to fine peace in that. 

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout

[Awaiting the arrival of the emergency services in silence, left me with nothing else to do but think. Trying not to think of something in particular only assures that you can think of nothing else, eventually thoughts turned to Damon. Gaze staring off into the distance, seeing beyond the trees in front of me. Not knowing where Damon ended up was the worst past, the other side had crumbled, ceased to exist, so what did that leave? A place of peace? Nothingness? Pulled from my thoughts by the sound of vehicles arriving, I stood back and watched the master of deception at work. You had to give Katherine her due, she knew exactly how to sell a story. As the officers onsight exchanged a knowing glance, I stepped in, encouraging them to one aside. Speaking in a low tone, using the power of compulsion to convince the two that what Katherine had said was the truth. Large strides making their way back to Katherine, after compelling all those in attendance to forget about my presence here. Watching on with an air of anguish, while the ambulance pulled away. Reminded once more, how this was my fault.Offering Katherine a small smile, along with a nod, knowing deep down that she was right] We have a more pressing issue than my feelings of guilt. [Eyes casting down the road] We didn't fetch another car. [Glancing briefly down to the converse Katherine wore, donning an amused smile. Knowing without a doubt that she would never opt for such shoes given the choice] Bet you're grateful you got stuck with Elena's footwear now. [Giving her side a gentle nudge, feet moving forward in the general direction of home]

Katherine Pierce @spitfiretout

@corrupthumanity

{Stefan had become good at compartmentalizing, hiding his emotions, his fear of becoming the ripper again. Craving to be a mere mortal once more, but he didn’t have that option and it was my fault. He had a switch he had to constantly fight and I was the one who activated it. If I had never turned him he would not harbor so much guilt and a hunger for human blood, but he would not be the hero he is either. My own selfish desires creating a masterpiece of destruction I now felt regret for. Eyes glancing between the plain dark violet Converse shoes and back up to Stefan before shoulders lifted up into a light shrug.} I guess it slipped our minds in the whirl of “lets get this done”. {Lips pursed as I strode quietly beside him} And, I suppose for this walk they are more comfortable than leather heels. {Silence settling in once more and my mind buzzed with a million questions. Would my witch contacts be able to get Damon back, would Stefan still want me around after? Would they just go back to wanting to kill me? Was there any true redemption for someone like me? Even though much of what I did was propelled by life events, not that that was a legitimate excuse. Was there hope I could get Nadia back? Side glancing towards Stefan, voice laced with sincerity.} I’m not a perfect person, there’s many things I wish I didn’t do. Having this second chance. I'm sorry that I hurt you, it's something I must live with everyday. And all the pain I put you through, I wish I could take it all away.

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout

[Footsteps slowed but didn't stop, with eyes trained upon the road ahead I listened intently to the sincere words being spoken. Words I never believed I’d hear from her. Katherine may have been the one who turned me, but my actions were my own. The blood on my hands was exactly that, mine. That didn't detract from her apology though, the weight of it all just wasn't hers to bear. Head turning towards Katherine, an emerald gaze drinking in soft features I was all too familiar with, glimpsing within the depths of her eyes the girl I once believed her to be, though it was clear her mind was working overtime, to what end? I had no idea] It hasn't been all that bad. [Stuffing hands into the front pockets of my pants] I got to see how the world would change. To see Damon happy. [A small sincere smile pulling at the corners of my mouth] I've reinvented myself more times than I can remember, been a high school student more times than I /want/ to remember. [Chuckling lowly to myself, the smile now taking a firm hold of chiseled features] I got to fall in love. [Turning to look straight ahead once more. The words having been spoken bore nothing but truth. Sure, I had carried years of hurt with me, yet there had still been joy to be found. Sometimes in the most unexpected places. Noting the sudden drop in temperature, I pulled my hands from my pockets, shrugging off my jacket to drape it around her dainty shoulders, being human, Katherine was more susceptible to the cold than I was] Besides, vampirism has it's perks too. [Shrugging a shoulder nonchalantly before scooping her svelte physique up in my arms. No further words being spoken, pushing off with all the strength I could muster, I darted forward. Speeding down the road ahead as nothing more than a blur. A large hand cradled the back of Katherine's head to avoid whiplash. Running at full pelt for as long as I was able, stopping just short of home, energy levels now plummeting, the bunny diet, as many chose to call it, didn't allow for sustained running, not like that of a human blood diet. Gently setting Katherine back down on the floor, a hand lingering at the small of her back, waiting until she was steady on her feet] It prevents blisters from running. [Footsteps starting up again, wanting to be back in the house I now viewed as a home]

Katherine Pierce @spitfiretout

@corrupthumanity

{The depths of those soulful eyes tried to bore right through me, as if trying to seek out the best part of my soul I thought lost. His words at first seeming to try and reassure me, same ole’ Stefan, bearing his own burden. There were some good things, the world had changed a lot indeed and him with it. From innocent human to ripper to bunny diet hero. Though he did seem to teeter back and forth between the later at times. For the longest time I knew he held a weight on himself for the part he played in Damon’s turning. That was exactly why he had that secret little curve in his smile as he spoke. All the times he had denied loving me I believe he now understood I indeed never compelled him, his feelings for me back then were real. I hated it, but he did love Elena, enough to let her go. A small shiver running through my body as the cool night air took hold, side eyeing him, a soft smile lifting up on glossed lips sinking into the warm jacket.} I remember. {Completely taken off guard as slender legs suddenly hang over his muscular arms, the firm yet gentle caress of his hand protecting my face from the cold wind as the scenery blurred by. I was never this courteous when I dragged people off. Blinking several times as feet came back to the ground, hand steadying against a broad shoulder as soft laughter fell forth.} It seems like only yesterday I was complaining about blisters. {The house in sight as we made the final stride, hand mindlessly falling to take his as we reach the door.} Thank you for saving my feet. {Lifts up on the balls of my feet placing a chaste kiss to his cheek.} 

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout

Then you remember why I'm keen to avoid such a repeat. [Lowers a lid in a cheeky wink, attempting to leave this evening's earlier feelings of sorrow behind me. Sorrow could so easily lead to despair if I allowed myself to dwell for a moment too long. Then I’d be of no use to anyone. Focusing instead on the memories I had of Katherine when she first became human, just as struck now as I had been back then by the resilience this woman possessed. Even as a human she was difficult to pin down and any who viewed her humanity as a weakness was a fool. If she wanted she could destroy all in her path, dead or alive, it made little difference. She was a powerful, resourceful woman who would do whatever it took to survive. The last five hundred years had proven that. Fingers instinctively tangled with hers before I even realised what I was doing. Pausing at the door to retrieve the key from my front pants pocket, caught off guard by the tentative kiss at my cheek, not that many would notice] Anytime. [Lips displayed a sincere smile, while fingers delivered a gentle squeeze to her hand. Letting Katherine step inside first, following close behind] I think we could both use something a little stronger than beer. [Foot falls leading me to the kitchen to collect two glasses from one cupboard and a bottle of scotch from another] Possibly not as refined as you're used to, the good years all being stuck on the other side of that pesky border. [Pouring us each a healthy measure and settling the bottle to one side. Passing over Katherine's glass] Don't feel like you have to stay up with me. It's been a long day for us both.

Katherine Pierce @spitfiretout

@corrupthumanity

{A short laugh at his words, who would want to listen to my complaining after all? Even if he was making a joke, it was his way of showing he remembered the little things. Lips drawn into a soft smile as fingers slipped from his, stepping through the door and into the house. Stefan was always the chivalrous one, one to be tentative always thinking of others above himself. He never ceased to surprise me, and when he thought he lost his way, well I came to drag him back onto his path again.} That sounds really good actually. {Following his lead into the kitchen, eyeing him as he drew down the glasses and bottle. Hand clasping the glass of amber liquid before taking a healthy drink.} Mhm, it’s not all that bad. I should have grabbed some. {Laughing before taking another sip.} It has been a long day. {Eyes him suspiciously.} Are you trying to get rid of me? {Lips twisting in a joking smile} I’m not leaving you to sit here and brood, I came to make sure you weren't. That little sprint took it out of you. {A hand smoothing over his shoulder, clearing my throat.} Are you, um hungry? 

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout

[Taking a long slow sip from the glass, as if the amber liquid within would somehow cure me of the growing thirst. The thirst however was not something which would so easily be sated. Head shaking while I lowered the glass from my mouth] Not trying to get rid of you, just remembering that your stamina, along with your tolerance isn't what it once was. [In truth though, a part of me was attempting to shoo her off to bed and allow me to slip out to hunt. Why I felt the need to conduct my feeding habits in secret baffled me, my chosen diet was hardly a secret from anyone. And since Katherine had checked in on me over the years, even if I wasn't aware of her doing so at the time, she would know exactly what I had in mind] I’m not feeling all that bad. [Playing down my current level of hunger and exhaustion, the last thing either of us needed was her worrying about a recovering ripper. Hand raising, brushing fingertips against the back of her hand, offering a reassuring smile, Katherine was nothing if not persistent] I'll head out later, see what's around. [Keeping the details vague, us both knowing exactly what I meant. Eyes flickering towards the fridge as I continued] Help yourself, if your own hunger should return. [Attempting to smoothly redirect the conversation away from what I needed. The ripper lurked just beneath the surface, it was a daily battle just to keep him at bay. A battle I was determined to win. If I lost control, who knew how long it would be before I found my way again? Especially now that Damon was gone]

Katherine Pierce @spitfiretout

@corrupthumanity

You know you can’t lie to me, Stefan. {Eyes meeting his with all sincerity, Stefan was always afraid of losing control. Keeping himself at a lower level of strength because of his fear of losing that control. But here I was, able to offer him instant nourishment and full strength. I knew he would be reluctant, thinking he would not be able to stop, it’s me of course he would. I had pulled him from the edge as a dying human. Now I was a perfectly healthy 17 year old girl. Not some aging cured vampire. Fingers lifting to capture his hand, setting the glass down as a free hand clasped his cheek.} I’m not hungry but I know you are. {Sweeping long chocolate strands aside, body moving in close to his.} I’m not scared, Stefan. You need real food not some forest animal. {Fingers smoothing against his jaw, a million questions running through my mind. I had watched Stefan, he was his strongest when he was in control. He could do this, I had seen him do this.} I’m not going to try and force you. I’m simply saying, what if someone comes again and tries to hurt you or me? Maybe if you were at full strength things would have went different with the Ivy situation before I got here. {Eyes rimming with empathy and concern, heart beginning to thrum with anxiety. Something I’d never felt before. Dropping my hand to take another drink from the offered glass.} 

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout

[Although I didn't intend for it to happen, my gaze veered from soft features to admirer the curvature of her now exposed neck. The kind of admiration a predator paid its chosen prey before swooping down to take what it wanted. The thrum of the sweet nectar being pumped through her veins, the only sound I could hear. Emerald eyes darkening with need, black pulsating veins webbed out beneath lower lids. How easy would it be to simply take the nourishment I needed from her? She was right, of course. Human blood was the only sustenance that offered true strength, all else was a poor imitation of what a vampire truly was. This way, I’d be able to guarantee her safety as well as my own. Setting my glass to one side, large hands eased around her waist, drawing her in closer. Remembering how sweet her blood had tasted the first time around, back when I had been the human. Would it taste as sweet now that she was no longer a part of the darkness? Gums ached with longing, blunt incisors lengthening and sharpening, head now dipping forward until my lips were but a hair's breadth away from the silky smooth skin of her neck. Feeling the rush of bloodlust, I closed my eyes, letting out a long exhale of breath, until it passed. It wasn't worth the risk. Pulling away to capture her gaze with my own, hand raising to smooth chestnut locks back from her face] I don't want to hurt you. [While others showed confidence in my ability to keep the ripper caged, I failed to have confidence in myself. Knowing all too well, how easily I tended to fall from the precipice]

Katherine Pierce @spitfiretout

@corrupthumanity

{The look on Stefan’s face, I knew that look, it was the one he had when he felt he was about to lose control. Eyes lifting through dark lashes, meeting that all too familiar face, the face I used to have. The web of veins that came with the hunger, my body buzzing with both anxiety and luster at his closeness, causing my heart to beat harder. The warmth of his lips, the cool breath against sensitive flesh causing a shiver to run along my back. It was almost too much, feeling him this close and being freshly human. Eyes easing up once more as a hand eased over his.} You won’t hurt me, Stefan. But I will not try and force you into something, I’m not that girl anymore. {Lifting up on the balls of my feet, lips pressed supply against the curvature of his jaw, my heart still fluttering. Not because I was scared, because I cared so deeply. I still loved Stefan and seeing him like this when I could help was....... well, I didn’t know what it was. Never having actually stuck around long enough or caring enough about anyone to develop a true attachment. Drawing back to finish the remainder of my drink.} I’ll head up and let you take care of things, okay? {A soft smile eased on glossed lips turning to head up the stairs. He would not take it I would give it. Finding a cup in the bathroom, tearing apart a razor to knick a vein. It would bleed but not too much. Bandaging it with a scrap of cloth from my earlier “resourcefulness”, setting the cup of blood on the table beside his bed before heading to my own.}

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@spitfiretout

[Relieved that Katherine didn't intend to push the matter. Emotions had been in turmoil for months, who knew what the consequences of consuming human blood would be now? The hunger had been awoken now, making it's presence known, it was almost impossible to concentrate on anything that wasn't the thrum of her heartbeat. Turning once more to the liquor at hand, having learned a long time ago it helped with the cravings. Grateful for Katherine's willingness to let me drink from her, not to mention the show of trust. My past binges were well documented and let's not bring up the rather large role I played in her death.. For her to put her safety in my hands.. that was no small feat. It was better all around if I stuck with my earlier plan, stuck to the bunny diet. Head dipping into a short nod] Goodnight, Katherine. [Lips curving into a small smile, hopefully conveying the gratitude I felt through the smile. She had gone out of her way to help, when she had no reason, no hidden agenda. She couldn't have reached the top of the stairs before I had began the clear up of our glasses, along with the bottle. The living area was practically untouched even after our visit. A large hand pulled my jacket from the back of the chair, shrugging it on. Footsteps faltering on my way to the front door. Nasal passages assaulted by an all too familiar scent] Katherine.. [A rush of concern propelled me forward and up the staircase. Thick brows drawing together in a frown, following the scent of blood, which surprisingly lead me to my bedroom and not hers. There in the doorway, my gaze fell instantly to the glass on table beside my bed. Not needing to take another step forward to know her blood resided inside. Turning from my room to lightly knock on her door, stopping myself before knuckles could tap against the wooden panelling, if Katherine had wanted to talk, then she would have waited across the hall from me. Shrugging out of my jacket, returning to my room. Blindly tossing the jacket on the nearby chair, thoughts returning to earlier conversations regarding my strength. Fingers picked the glass up while I took a seat upon the bed. Eyes closing once the rim of the glass connected with my lower lip, knocking back the contents without a second thought. The hunger within quieting almost instantly. I needed to be strong, not just for myself but for her. After setting the glass back down and kicking off my boots, I settled on the bed, an arm easing beneath my head, the other settling across my chest. Sensing the first bloom of hope within myself]

Katherine Pierce @spitfiretout

@corrupthumanity

{How good it felt to wake to the sunlight on my skin, in a bed that I was welcomed in, one that was I was not squatting in. A place where I was wanted, perhaps even needed. The first thing on my mind, did Stefan take my offering, did it sooth the beast or merely make him rear his ugly head? Shaking my head to myself a hand smoothing over his door. Of course he was there, sleeping peacefully, he was in control, I didn’t need my supernatural abilities to know that. A warm smile slipped across my lips, he would wake when he was ready. Padding down the stairs, my stomach once more a rumble, how annoying that truly was. I was certainly no master in the kitchen as Stefan was, but surely I could cook a few eggs and some toast. But breakfast would not bring back meaning to life, Stefan needed more, I needed more for him. Eyes scanning the living room and dining room areas, dammit he must have took his phone upstairs. Finding a pen and paper I began a note..... “Agatha, I hope this letter finds you in good health, this is your dear friend, Katherine and I need a favor.” Leaving the ending vague and the return address blank. This witch would know how to contact me, or how to get me to contact her. Folding the piece of paper and sliding it beneath a lamp, I would grab it to mail when we went out later. Breaking two eggs into a skillet after dropping a slice of bread into the toaster. My mind traveling to the unspoken words that still lingered between Stefan and I, the closure I hoped he had found with his recent ex situation, my untold secret, I knew he could sense I had intentions even if they were not ill intentions. Eyes slipped closed for a moment, embracing the stolen touches we had shared since my arrival, the way he /still/ made me feel. The way he made me feel now as a human woman. Was this how he felt back then when the roles were reversed, was this karmic payback? Being pulled from my thoughts as a piercing beep resounded and the smell of burning bread invaded my nose.} Shit.... {Popping up the bread and frowning at the black slice.} 

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@spitfiretout 

[The morning found me in a state of calm, waking from a sleep that was nothing but peaceful. Sleep blurred eyes fell to the glass upon the nightstand, my mind replaying the decision I had made although I would allow myself to dwell upon the euphoric taste. Pushing myself up from the bed, heading for the bathroom to shower and freshen up. Hearing Katherine moving around downstairs brought a sense of relief, she hadn't skipped out on me during the night. Not that I had expected her too, you just couldn't be sure with her. The warm, pressurised water was refreshing, successful in my aim to steam away the dark cloud that had seemed to settle over myself. A lot had happened over the past few months, all of it bad, that was until yesterday.. Was it odd to view yesterday as a small victory, after giving Ivy the best send off that I could? Probably, yet the wins had to be found even in the smallest of accomplishments. Drinking human blood without letting it consume me, that was a win. Though I knew there was more to my current state of mind than just blood. It was her. Katherine. The only woman capable of burying herself beneath my skin and making me feel, even when I didn't want too. Dried and dressed I made my way downstairs, the sound of the smoke alarm beeping throughout the house, leading me to a perplexed looking Katherine in the kitchen, staring at what I could only assume was meant to be toast] There are faster ways to burn down a house, ya know? [Chuckling lowly to myself while adjusting the heat on the stove before the eggs managed to burn too] Here, let me. [Taking the inedible toast from her grasp, tossing it into the trash before popping a fresh slice of bread into the toaster. Am emerald gaze finding hers] Sleep well? [Not really requiring an answer, she looked good, rested. Turning away from her to pop up the bread, placing it on a plate before serving up the eggs] There you go. [Lips curved with a smile, the plate now set before her. Consuming food only as a cover myself, something that wasn't necessary within present company]

Katherine Pierce @spitfiretout

@corrupthumanity

Oh, ha ha. {Sarcasm filling my tone at Stefan’s comment as he tossed the mangled bread into the trash, what an idiot I had made myself look like.} Yeah? I could have burnt some bacon and stared a grease fire. Boom, human torch. {That was really not all that funny, perhaps I should get Stefan to teach me the basics of cooking. Eyes following what he was doing as I pulled orange juice from the fridge and poured myself a glass, assuming he would not want any. A warm smile as the plate was set before me, fingers dipping up the egg with the toast.} You managed to save the eggs. {A mocha gaze lifting to meet his, savoring the human taste of food in a non-hostile environment made it better somehow. Swallowing my bite before speaking once more.} Maybe I should just wait for you from now on, or you could attempt to teach me to cook. {Busting out in an amused laughter, picturing myself trying to run two or three things going on a stove. Briefly remembering the letter I had written earlier before swallowing back a few more bites to ease my hunger.} So, are we still on for the shopping date or am I tearing up more of your closet and sleeping in your shirts? {Brows bouncing playfully as I downed the glass of orange juice. My hunger now satiated Stefan’s came to mind. Brushing past as I brought the glass, plate and pan to the sink, he saved the kitchen from my disaster, least I could do was wash them. I was sure this was a site Stefan never thought he would see. A sliver of hope residing in my chest, turning to rest against the bar, clean dishes behind me.}  And by the way, last night.... Did you find what you were looking for?

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout 

[There was something oddly charming about her failed cooking attempts. Not that anyone could hold her inability to cook against her, she'd never needed to learn, vampirism and years spent running made sure of that. Brows raising along with a shrug, unwilling to draw too much attention to my capabilities in the kitchen] Teach you? [Cants my head aside, unsure if I had heard correctly] Sure, if you think you have the patience for cooking. [Offering a subtle challenge, once her laughter had stopped. I knew how much she valued her own independence, learning to cook would be good for her] I'm not sure my closet could take anymore of your visits, the date is still on. [Nodding along as I spoke] Besides, my shirts look so much better on me. [Chiseled features flashing a cheeky grin. A grin soon to be wiped from my features at the sight of Katherine washing up. Who'd have thought such a day would come? Thoughts going back to the offering she had left in my room last night, a glass of her own blood. Despite my protestations of not wanting it, the reality being the very real fear of hurting her, she had ensured my hunger was taken care of. A selfless move on her part. She turned out to be full of surprises. Stepping forward, emerald eyes holding her gaze while a large hand raised to cup her cheek, the pad of my thumb gently brushing against her soft skin] I did, thank you. [Tone filled with sincerity. Hand now dropping to the makeshift bandage she had created with part of a shirt] Does it hurt? [My first instinct was to offer her some of my own blood but who knew if she could even keep it down now? All past attempts hadn't ended well. Deciding to add bandaids to the ever growing shopping list] I'm ready to head out whenever you are, just say the word.

Katherine Pierce @spitfiretout

@CorruptHumanity 

{A petite frame leaning against the counter as soft features were caught by a strong hand, a hand that made my body melt. Head leaning into the embrace as eyes rimmed with emotion and lips curved into a smile.} I only wanted what was best, really. {Now second guessing myself as the moment was shortly over. Did I do the right thing, what if Stefan was too afraid of losing control, what if I was pushing him away? Gaze dropping down now cupping my bandaged wrist.} Not too bad, it’s just a small wound, I’m fine. {Hand moving behind me to scoop up the letter I had written earlier, folding it into my back pocket.} Word. {A cheesy taunting grin once more taking place on glossed lips, tossing him a wink.} You said.... {Laughter falling forth as I headed towards the door. Pausing mid step as my hand rested on the knob.} Are you coming? Last one to the car has to buy lunch. {Bad joke as he knew I had no money and he was buying everything. Even if that was him trying to get rid of me, at least I would have clothes to take when I went to visit my friend to try and find Damon. Maybe, just maybe then I could earn some redemption. Racing out to the car as if I had not a care in the world, sliding into the passenger seat to lean over and unlock his door, sliding the key into the ignition, wondering how long it would take before he realized I had taken the keys.} 

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout 

[Eyes rolled in a playful manner] Cute. [An amused smile displayed across chiseled features, watching her lithe frame as she sauntered off from over a shoulder. Snatching up my wallet and jacket with a shake of my head, following her lead. Beginning to wonder what the hell I had let myself in for, taking Katherine shopping for clothes and other necessities. In a way, I was the very reason she didn't have any of those things. Expelling her very essence from Elena's body, linking her to the traveler knife, even if I didn't know it at the time. That was an act I had to learn to live with, adding to the weight of guilt upon my shoulders. Thick brows drew together in a frown, large hands patting down pockets for car keys, only to come up empty. Glancing behind me as though they would somehow magically appear. I had a near perfect memory of slipping them into my pocket before rescuing Katherine from her attempt to cook. Katherine.. Footsteps pushing me out the door, suspicions confirmed as I eyed Katherine up in the passenger seat of the car. She'd snaked the keys from my pocket at some point, although when, I had no clue. Settling into the driver's seat, spotting the keys now in the ignition, giving them a turn] Nice move. [The drive into town was one of comfortable silence. Who'd have thought such a thing was possible with how things had been left, the last time we saw each other. Katherine was obviously trying to change, maybe in time she would be the girl I had always believed her to be. The girl I had fallen in love with. Pulling up into the nearest free parking space, emerald eyes settling on her soft features] Where to first? [The roadside littered with quaint boutiques, none of which I’d set foot in before. With no clear idea on what exactly it was Katherine wanted, it was up to her to take the lead on this one. Stepping up onto the sidewalk, patiently waiting for her to join me and point me in the right direction] 

Katherine Pierce @spitfiretout

@CorruptHumanity 

{Lips drew into a the smug little grin as Stefan easily slipped in, dark gaze catching his as I clicked my seat belt into place. How easy it was to get caught up in playing with him. Being completely human again had changed me, as if I lost those rough edges, or maybe they only smoothed around Stefan.} It was, wasn't it? {Eyes paying close attention tot he roads leading to town, I needed to learn my way in and out. Long legs lifting me out of the car as we arrived, mocha meeting that verdant gaze that I so adored as lips eased into a nervous smile. I had never done this, and certainly not with someone I loved who killed me. Stefan was living a “human” life here and he wanted to keep that, I would not ask him to compel me things that were beyond his means. And to be honest, I knew I didn’t need or deserve any of those things anyway. Nervousness pushing at the back of my mind, grabbing his hand, sure steps leading over to a resale boutique named ‘The Snooty Fox’. Being versed in hiding my true emotions and busing off the nervousness.} This way. {Making a bee line for the size 2/4 rack as fingers began flipping through the clothing. Finding a few pair of jeans, one in black, and two denim colored. A few blouses, different colors and styles, a jacket because everyone needs a jacket and one lovely red sweater with a drop V neckline. Holding it up as I turned to look at Stefan, eyes glittering with  mischievousness.} What do you think of this one? {long lashes fluttering only slightly, emphasizing my flirtations.} Oh, heels. I still need a pair. I’m just not me if I don’t wear heels. 

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout 

[Booted feet moved forward, hitting the sidewalk almost soundlessly, following Katherine's lead. Large hand releasing her own as we stepped inside one of the boutiques, here she would undoubtedly be in her element, whereas I was little more than a bystander. Lips curved with a small smile, noting how carefully Katherine chose from the clothing on offer, suspecting it was out of respect for the way in which I chose to live. What other explanation was there, when technically money was of no object. Emerald eyes falling across the red sweater, taken aback by the sudden request for my opinion] I think.. it's very you. [Speaking with a small nod, there was a lot more I could have said, stemming from the reawakening of memories, along with feelings. Yet I chose to remain quiet. There was just too much going on for me to even begin to process anything new. A low chuckle broke free of my throat, taking a step forward to relieve the clothing within Katherine's delicate arms. The weight of which she would have felt soon enough. With a steady hold on the items she had collected, my gaze returned to the “borrowed” converse strapped to her feet, agreeing with her on this one] You go on ahead, I'll get this ringed up and paid for. [Standing off to one side while she shopped for clothes was one thing, but heels… A guy had to draw the line somewhere. Watching as she sauntered off before I made my own way over to the till. Setting down the objects for the store clerk to scan, offering nothing but an agreeable smile and nod in response to her comment about me having one lucky girlfriend. An easy assumption to make, yet a confusing one to put straight] 

Katherine Pierce @spitfiretout

@CorruptHumanity 

Mhm, you seem surprised I asked. {A small shrug as I added it to the small pile of clothing. Offering Stefan a sincere smile as strong arms relieved me of the clothing. A small laugh as both our gazes fell downward, Converse was not my style. Gently used clothes I could do, used heels was a no go. Sensing his lack of desire to go into a shoe store I simply gave a flirty smile over my shoulder as I headed out. Stepping through the door of the upscale shoe store, eyes scanning the rows of strappy stilettos, platforms, peep toes, heeled boots, wedge heels; passing those, not my style. Stopping dead in my tracks as a pair of cutout stilettos caught my attention, fingers caressing the curvature and inspecting the workmanship. If there was anything I would ask Stefan to pay for it was shoes. Not wanting to wait, pulling a box from the shelf to slip my feet into the little gems. The black leather fitting over my feet perfectly, inspecting myself in the mirror. I instantly looked a hundred times more like myself. A pleased smile slipping across glossed lips, placing the Converse into the box as eyes caught Stefan now awaiting me outside. Striding up to the door and pecking at the glass motioning for him to come in, the clerk just about to stop me before she realized he was coming in for me. Posing a foot outward.} Much better, yes? {Brows perked as lips took on that classic simper before pecking his cheek. Placing the box upon the counter before eyeing him with sincerity.} Thank you, Stefan. {Toiletries could be picked up on the way home, I wanted to smell like a lady now too, not Stefan’s man soap.} 

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout 

[With a small dent made to my balance, large hands collected up the bags before making a hasty retreat from the store. Shopping in an all female store was bad enough with Katherine at my side, without her, things reached a whole new level of weird. Sure that a few other shoppers now believed I was into cross dressing. Releasing a heavy sigh once back out on the street, eyes scanned the sidewalk in each direction for Katherine, of course she was nowhere in sight, she was on the hunt for new heels after all. A keen sense of smell caught her scent, trusting in my abilities I followed her trail, coming to a stop outside a store that screamed expensive, a brief look in the window revealed her curvaceous physique within, curving lips with a small sigh. Here she was truly in her element. Passing by numerous pairs of shoes, which to me looked just as good as the previous pairs, not that I knew anything of female fashion. Pulled from my thoughts by her light tap at the glass window, pushing the door open with a free hand, nodding in agreement to her query as I did so] You're welcome. [Returning her smile with one of my own, handing over my card to the clerk, without a single glance towards the total. This being the very least I could do, although it didn't alleviate any of my guilt] Feel more like yourself yet? [Side eyeing Katherine on our way out. Purposefully filling the silence with small talk to avoid the subject I wanted to discuss most, Damon. Since she had arrived, I had been adamant that my brother was gone and there was no getting him back. Refusing all her offers of help out of misguided stubbornness. Things had changed now. Katherine made me feel.. she just made me feel, and with the sudden rush of emotions came hope and a strong desire to find out where Damon was. Find him and bring him back. How to broach the subject now? I had no idea. Setting the bags down in the trunk, moving around the car to open the passenger side door for Katherine] What's next?

Katherine Pierce @spitfiretout

@CorruptHumanity  

{I had not forgotten about Damon or my attempts, sending out the letter in a drop box before I entered the shoe store, while Stefan had his back turned of course. A wave of ease settled over as Stefan asked me that uncanny question. I was me, but I was not the old me. I had a new lease on life, it was as if I had been completely reborn. Yes, I remembered my past life but my body and mind were renewed. Perhaps it was the traveler magic, a weird doppelganger loophole? I didn’t know. A warm smile offered slipping through the door.} A bit, yes. {Stefan was trying to hide his broodiness behind small talk but I knew better, all that guilt was still resting just below the surface. Guilt for things that never would have happened had he never have met me, had he led a normal human life. Settling into the seat and reaching across to unlock Stefan’s door in the antique Porsche. How everyone used to harass him about that old car, but I found it now to be not only classy but a reminder. A reminder of his past life, a life he had with his brother in it. Eyeing him as he slid in, lips lifting into that secret little grin I only ever shared with him.} Now, now we go home and wait. {Home, that was a relative term. That was Stefan’s home not mine, I didn’t have a home.} Are you ready to talk now? {I could see that he was feeling more at ease, but how to bring up such a sensitive subject? I didn’t know for sure my witch friend could find Damon, but I made Damon and though I was no longer a vampire my blood still ran in his veins and I was still a doppelganger. Which met I had both a connection to Damon and powerful magic for her to draw on.} I know you, Stefan I know you miss him. {Eyes casting over, hoping that he would open up, maybe I could tell him, maybe if he went with me that would give Agatha a stronger connection as Stefan is Damon’s brother.}

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout 

And wait? Wait for what? [My eyes trained on the road outstretched before us, wondering exactly what it was that she had planned, knowing that I hadn't forgotten any plans. Chewing over the loaded question, was I ready to talk? Yes, but more than that. I was ready to act. Since settling down in Savannah, I had given up in my search to find out any information on Damon, much to the dismay of my friends. Giving up on Damon had meant giving up on Bonnie too. While there was no love lost between Damon and my friends, their love for Bonnie had never wavered. The silence continued, while a fight for the correct words played out in my mind] I do. [Jaw clenching with those two words, finally allowing myself to utter the truth. Of course I missed Damon, every second of everyday. He was blood. The one person in this world who had known me my entire life. Our past may not have been a checkered free one but that didn't matter. Not where family was concerned. We'd fight like dogs, yet no matter what, we would always be there for the other. Without my big brother I was adrift. We'd lost contact before of course, sworn to visit nothing but misery upon the other. There was a difference between losing touch however, and dying. While I spoke of moving on, convincing all those around me, it wasn't something so easily achieved. Not in my heart] I want to bring him back, from wherever he is. [Gaze lingering a little longer on Katherine, than was entirely necessary] He can't just be gone. [With home now in sight, I pulled over, parking the car out front. The engine continuing to tick over] And I can’t just leave him. [Killing the engine, whilst turning my upper torso towards Katherine] I'm just not entirely sure where to start up again. All the previous leads turned out to be a bust. No one knows anything. [However, none of them were Katherine, with what appeared to be an eternal ace up her sleeve]

Katherine Pierce @spitfiretout

@CorruptHumanity 

{The silence was more awkward for Stefan than I as I knew what I was going to say, just not how. I could see his mind half racing, reaching through for the hows and if’s. Eyes training on his as a finger pointed towards the road.} Lets get us home safely first, yes? {Taking a deep breath as we reached the house, un-clicking my seat belt, body turning to meet Stefan, a hand taking his.} I know you want to and I also know you want to bring him back. Why do you think I came here, besides to check on you? You really think that I thought you would just move on without Damon? You know I turned you both because I knew, even back then. Do you really think I don’t have a plan, Stefan? {My gaze completely sincere as fingers gave his a squeeze.} I could not come in guns blazing, I knew you needed time, you needed to heal. I’ve already contacted a powerful witch friend in New Orleans who owes me a favor. {Lips pursed before speaking any further, retracting my hand. I in no way wanted Stefan to think I had any agenda for doing this.} I sent out a letter, I was waiting to hear from her. I didn’t know if you would be ready. I was going to do it on my own. {A swell of nervousness washed over me, I could very well be signing my death sentence /again/, but at least if I did this time I would be doing something good. Bringing Stefan his brother back, even if he did kill me on sight.} So, do you want to take a road trip? 

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout 

[Katherine's words bringing a smile to my lips, earlier suspicions proved true. Of course she had a hidden agenda, she always did, this time though there was no malicious intent. Eyes falling to her hand following the reassuring squeeze of fingers. She spoke of time to heal, yet what I had really needed, above all else, was her. Not time, not patience. I’d had all those things for months. Friends had pushed and left, there was nothing from me. Not until her. Everything changed when she arrived. It always did. Even after all these years, the reason for the change remained a mystery to me. Something's you just couldn't pin down, I guess. The small flicker of hope within myself growing with each word uttered. Katherine had a new starting point for us, an avenue I hadn't yet explored] New Orleans..? [Brow hiking quizzically, unsure if Katherine knew the risk there. It was after all where Klaus and the rest of his family had chose to settle down after leaving Mystic Falls. For five hundred years she had been on his hit list, as far as Klaus was now concerned, she was dead. Allowing him to learn otherwise, I wasn't sure that was such a good idea] Of course I want Damon back.. [Emerald eyes searched mocha] ..but I don't want to risk your life in the process. Maybe I should go alone? [Even as the words were uttered, I knew what her response would be. She wasn't exactly the “take a backseat” type. Not to mention that she cared for Damon too, if not loved him. Then there was the added twist of the witch possibly being hesitant to help a stranger. A stranger who was a vampire]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity 

{Eyes softened, the concern in his gaze obvious. But I was not one to start a plan and not follow through. And it was Damon, the words spoken to him before I was expelled from Elena's body nothing but truth. He truly was who he was because of me, the man waited for me for a hundred and forty five years. If that’s not loyalty.... Then he hated me, I can’t blame him. That passion was obvious, I drew on the bravado he had. And right now, Stefan needed that. Deep down a part of me still loved Damon, not the way I did Stefan, but I cared. Neither of them had ever believed a word out of my mouth and they had every right. But now, now was different. Being back with Stefan as human was connecting me with my humanity in a whole new way. Making me feel things I had not felt in over five hundred years, the way I felt long ago with Nadia’s father. When my body sparked with nervousness at each touch and my stomach filled with butterflies at every kiss. Before our families found I was with child and I became an outcast. Eyes now stubbornly set on his.} You most certainly will not go alone. One, Agatha would not help some random vampire, and two Klaus thinks I’m dead. It’s not like I plan on parading around the town. {I knew Stefan was stubborn when it came to protecting human’s, especially ones he cared for. Another reason I had offered my blood, had faith he could keep control. The hope of finding Damon, the need to keep me around in order to do so. Though I hoped it was also because he /wanted/ me around not just needed me.} And /if/ something happens you will be there. {Dons a charming simper.} So what are you waiting for? Lets get a move on. 

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout 

[Mouth opening to list all the reasons why Katherine joining me on the trip to New Orleans, wasn’t such a good idea. Though the words never made it off my tongue. I knew that look in her eyes, one of stubbornness, there would be no getting around it. Once she set her mind on something there was no stopping her. Katherine was smart, smart enough to know how to move around without drawing too much attention to herself. She'd been close to Klaus before without him even knowing it, the skill laid within her, regardless of whether she was human or vampire] Right, I'll be there. [Nodding once, turning back in my seat while the engine roared to life once more, we were in for a long drive, with any luck we'd make it to New Orleans before nightfall. With home now on the rear view mirror, thoughts traveled back over what Katherine had said. She held such belief in my ability to protect her from Klaus. Getting one over on Klaus was never easy, guy was smart and that wasn't even counting his inherent strength as a hybrid. To even be able to hold my own against him, should things go off course, then I’d need to be a lot stronger than I was right now. Thick brows furrowed, while eyes remained focused on the open road, I’d once taken a little human blood everyday, just a drop, to make me stronger, build up my tolerance and my ability to control the bloodlust. There was no time for such small steps now. A thin line would have to be walked, a thin line between taking enough and going full on ripper. Katherine's life wouldn't be the only one that hung in the balance if I screwed this up. Fingers tightened their grip upon the wheel, making a silent vow to myself. I wouldn't let the bloodlust control me, I’d take only what was required from the locals. Enough to keep me strong. Whatever it took to keep those I cared about safe, is exactly what I would do. Chancing a glance towards Katherine] How're you doing? Do you need a stop, for food or anything?

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity 

{Lips drawing into a easy smile, of course he was not going to argue further with me. I always got what I wanted, plus this was Damon we were talking about. It’s not like he was going to risk a possibility of not getting him back. And I would not let him. We both knew our way around Klaus, sure he was smart, and had superior strength, but we had the element of surprise. Clicking my seat belt into place as we drove out from the Savannah home, glancing only briefly in the passenger side mirror. That may be where my new life began, but I don’t think we would be going back there, deep down I had faith that Agatha would be able to find Damon and bring him home. Making Stefan whole again, bringing him back to the man everyone knew him to be. Pulled from my thoughts as Stefan spoke and I noticed we were verging out towards the highway.} Hum? No, I think I can wait till we are closer to New Orleans. What about you, are you good? {A brow arching in question. I was sure he was okay, but Stefan always had the internal struggle and I didn’t want to put anyone else’s life in danger anymore than he did. He could keep taking from me, but I was only one person and he would need more than I could give. Of course this could create a dilemma, but Stefan was now on his own with me being human. I could not help him get what he needed, be the bad guy and ease his guilt with my deeds.} 

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout 

[The hunger was quietly stirring within me, the gift from Katherine had sated it for far longer than any furry critter could. I should be good for a few more hours] I'm good, really. [Lips displaying a reassuring smile, there was no reason for either of us to worry over my impending hunger, despite the recent indulgence in human blood, I remained in control of the bloodlust. Silence descending upon the interior of the car, possibly in an attempt to reserve what energy we had. While my mouth was quiet, my mind was not. Katherine's plan didn't come risk free, in fact, it put us both in danger. Not that I feared my own death, I’d lived, far longer than anyone should. Katherine's own mortality concerned me more, loss of life was not something I wanted to happen, there was enough blood on my hands. Clearing my throat to grab her attention, an emerald gaze passing back and forth between Katherine and the road] Look, if something goes wrong, with Klaus, or me.. [Words left unfinished. We both knew the lengths I would have to go to in order to be strong enough, just like we knew the risk involved. All I could hope for, should the bloodlust become too much for me to bear, was that Katherine finished the job my father had started over a hundred years ago]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity 

{The silence normally would have been drown out by a million other sounds, but as a human all I heard was the purr of the engine and the wind whistling through one of the old windows. Knowing that this was risky, not only for Stefan, myself but also for Agatha made me not want to think. But I could not keep my mind from racing in a million different directions, the life I always wanted would never happen. I could have just run away, but being ‘reborn’ so to speak had giving me a pesky conscience and I was not sure how to react to it yet. Pulled from my inner thoughts by Stefan’s voice, head turning to catch his gaze, a look of stubbornness taking over.} What something, you mean if you become a ripper again? {Brows perking} No, I’ve pulled you from the edge before, I can do it again. I’m not losing you after going through all this to bring Damon back to you, Stefan. {Pushing back in my seat with a look of pure defiance, Stefan was stubborn but I was more so. And I would be damned if I would be stuck with Damon with out the man I was in love with.} Nothing is happening to you, end of story. {Eyes set back on the road, droning on exit after exit as we drew closer to New Orleans.}

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout 

[Jaw set with determination, even as eyes remained on the road ahead, unsurprisingly Katherine was wholly against my insinuation. Yet what choice would she have, against the monster within me?] Katherine.. [Tone low and remaining calm, to fight this out would be pointless, she'd only dig in her heels] Do you even remember the last time I gave in to the hunger? The death toll I racked up? What I did to Elena.. [Voice lowering on the last. There was no love lost between Elena and Katherine, but even she had to realise how hopeless her trying to pull me back would be. Trust, love, loyalty. None of that mattered when all you could see was the blood and without Damon.. Well, I wasn't sure I’d be strong enough to make it back to myself] You've been given a second chance. [Emerald gaze briefly meeting her own] Don't waste it on a foolish endeavour. [Wholeheartedly believing that the very next time I lost control it would be finale] You have a shot at a normal, human life. For the first time in over five hundred years you are truly free. [Finding myself pleading with her in the hope that she would see sense. I didn't want to lose control, lose myself, nor did I want to hurt her. Laughable when you thought about it, it was my hand behind the blade which drove her essence from Elena's body, casting her into, what we had all believed was oblivion. Things were different now, neither of us were the same people we were then. Memories awakened, feelings rediscovered, some of which I was hesitant to even admit too. A large hand left the wheel to settle on top of hers, thumb pad brushing lightly against bare skin] Just be a survivor. [Head turned to allow an emerald gaze to meet mocha, the hint of a smile playing at the corners of my lips. We'd never fully agree on the topic of putting me down, her own survival, though? A completely different story]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity 

{Eyes kept on the road as I spoke.} I do, but Damon is coming back and between us both /if/ something happens, and that’s a big if because I have faith for well the first time ever. We will bring you back. {I didn’t think Stefan understood just how much being brought back had changed me, truly changed me. I don’t think I did either. Here I was willing to risk almost everything to bring back Damon, after all we had put each other through, things we’ve said to each other I still cared.} You think I don’t know that, Stefan? That I’m not grateful for this chance? {Lips pursing as I drew a deep breath, sometimes Stefan was overly selfless, I had lived much longer than him. What, I deserved a second chance more because I was not a ripper? I refused to accept that, going on without him was not an option. Coming home without Damon or at least knowing where Damon was was not an option. Stefan needed this and I was going to find a way. Eyes lingering over to catch his brief gaze.} I’m not wasting anything, I’m saving everything I took for granted. {Sincerity washed across my features, I was not even sure how that just came out of my mouth but somehow it felt right. Once upon a time Stefan and Damon both loved me, both vied for my affections. I never compelled them to do so, but I played them against each other then sold out all my friends and abandoned everyone to save myself. Of course there was no way any of them would have survived against Klaus but I could have went about it differently. His words truly hitting home as I relived every moment I had put my life above everyone elses. Finger lifting to brush against his own.} It seems fate has created me to be a survivor this time. {Lifts a shoulder in a small shrug and laughs lightly.} I didn’t even do it this last time. 

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout 

[Heart sunk in my chest, the weight of it almost crushing. Despite my best efforts to convince Katherine to see sense, to do what was necessary, she wouldn't let me go. It wouldn't matter what I said, or do, she'd never give in. Didn't a part of me know that already though? Know that she would do everything in her power to bring me back, should I nose dive off my eternal perch upon a knife edge. With little hope of changing her mind, the only thing I could hope for now, was strength. Strength for myself, to endure the awakened craving for human blood. The last of her words, pulling me from my own thoughts. The corners of my mouth twitched with the tell of an amused smile. Fate, destiny, had been a running theme for us all over the past few years. Doppelgangers destined to find each other and fall in love, as though it was all part of the grand design. A design I hadn't believed in then, and I certainly didn't believe in now. I’d grown to love Elena because of who she was, not because of how she looked. The same went for Katherine, despite there being a hidden side to her. Inexplicably drawn to both, maybe, for reasons even I was unsure of, everything else? Now that was down to us, nothing more. Nothing less. Fingers delivering a firm squeeze to her hand, stealing myself a brief glance in her direction. The way I felt now, just like before, had nothing to do with fate and more to do with who we were. A shadow self prophecy holding no power over us. Silence had fallen over the interior of the car once more, with nothing more to add to our stubborn fueled conversation. Despite us being unable to agree, there wasn't a trace of awkwardness. We were now only a couple of hours outside of New Orleans, with answers soon to be found, with any luck] Do I even want to know how you know this witch, Agatha? [Thick brow raising in a display of mild curiosity, her past being colorful to say the least] More importantly, is she going to be pleased to see you? [Needing to know exactly what we would be walking into, if I had any hope of protecting her]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity 

{Stefan knew all too well how stubborn I was, did he really think I would ever give in? That I would not do everything in my power to pull him from that proverbial cliff? The silence settling in answering my unspoken questions. We were both such different people then we were last we saw each other. Stefan had moved on completely from Elena and I was actually doing something selfless. We would never agree on everything much less this, but somehow we worked so well together when it came to dire situations. Drawing ever closer to  New Orleans, Stefan breaking the silence with the laced question. I could not blame him for asking, especially considering my history.} If you must know I crossed paths with her while I was hunting down and getting my information on little Jane Anne Deveraux. Her niece had been taken by a pack of rouge vampires and well, I’m always one to have a witch owe me one. {Lips drawing into a broad grin as eyes stole a glance at him.} So I took my bad ass self in and rescued said niece, reuniting them earned me a favor and now I’m collecting. {Shifting up in my seat, taking a steady breath knowing Stefan would think ‘Yeah, right, I bet there’s more to that story’ but that would suffice.Stefan was more than aware of my skills and ruthlessness as a vampire, not something I was sure either of us wanted to go into detail about right now. I wanted Stefan to love me for who I was now, not some false persona he may think I’m putting up. I didn’t want to be judged by my past actions, Stefan was the /only/ person I was sure would actually give me that. } I’m sure she’s not going to be up for feeding us, especially you, so you might want to stop so we can eat. 

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout 

[Lips pursed with a nod, not forgetting the last time Katherine had a witch in her pocket, although for one not to be a Bennett made a change. Further details in regards to her history with this Agatha, didn't matter, what mattered was that I wouldn't be walking into a brain aneurysm. A go to move for many a witch when dealing with supernatural entities and a sure fire way to put most down] Right.. [Tongues tip running across blunt incisors, the all too familiar itch at my gums made it's presence known. The hunger deep within had been stirring for awhile now, although I had tried my best to ignore it. Knowing the renewed danger each time I fed. The euphoria experienced from human blood was incomparable to that of animal. There was a reason why a vampire’s true strength was to be found when feeding off of humans. Where best to stop? Became the question that overtook all else. Our stay in New Orleans, was one I hoped would be short. The longer Katherine stayed, the greater the risk of Klaus discovering her presence, concern over my own safety was lesser, Klaus and I had an odd sort of on going friendship. My mere presence would arouse questions though, ones I'd be unable to answer. Catching a glance at a road sign declaring the presence of a roadside diner up ahead, my decision quickly being made. The less meals sought within the city walls, the better. Pulling off the highway, guided only by the road signs, I pulled the car to a stop outside of the small building. There were a handful of cars parked around the lot, giving hope that we'd both be able to eat without too much of a fuss, although that depended entirely on the menu as far as Katherine was concerned. Emerald gaze sought out hers] Are you sure you want to do this? [Not meaning the upcoming meal in the diner, but the trip to New Orleans. Concern over her safety overriding my own desire to get my brother back. If needs be then I’d find another way] This is possibly your last chance to back out.. [Her answer was apparent before she even opened her mouth] Never mind. [Canceling out my question, not leaving her with a chance to speak. She cared for my brother, a part of her always had. Of course she was sure, Katherine was hardly the type to act on impulse alone. Stepping from the car, long strides guiding me around the car to open the passenger side door for her] Let's go get you something deep fried and dripping with calories. [Lips curve to display a teasing smile, aware of how meticulous she could be over the food she put in her body. A large hand reaching forth, in offering to her]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity 

{Brows arched at his words, he had good reasoning for letting that hang, but in the end he let it drop knowing I was not leading either of us into a trap. Knowing the hunger had to be nagging in the back of his mind, that itch in his gums and the burn in the back of his throat. Having all the faith that he could control his urges as we veered off the highway and into a small diner near the exit. My eyes narrowing at his next remark, we had been over this again and again. He knew I would be more than relentless, I might not want Damon back as badly as he did, but I did want him back. I needed him, not for my own schemes, but so the man I love could be the man he was supposed to be once more. To fully ignite the lingering ember of hope that lay behind those soulful eyes of his. Eyes now lifting to meet his gaze as a hand extended to grasp his, lifting from the seat and closing the door behind me as we lead into the diner.} Right, and let it go straight to my thighs so I can be your heat this winter? {A soft laugh departing glossed lips as we strode through the doors of the sparsely filled diner. A young woman telling us to sit where ever we liked, picking a booth in the far corner. It was fairly isolated from the other customers so as not to drown Stefan in so many pounding heartbeats.} You know, it’s really touching how you’re so concerned for my safety, Stefan. You do realize without me, without this trip you’re back to a dead end. {Not wanting him to go back to that disheartening state I found him in.} I’m in this for the long haul, Stefan. {Interrupted as menus were placed before us, giving the waitress a warm smile in thanks and asking for a water.} So stop asking me if I want to turn back, because I don’t. {Dropping my voice to a low whisper, eyes scanning the half empty diner painfully aware of Stefan’s desire to preserve human life.} Maybe you should try feeding from me again, you won’t hurt me. Then you don’t have to hurt anyone. {Offering him the same pleading look he had myself earlier, appealing to his softer side. If he fed from me that might weaken me some, but then he would be strong enough to protect me and I was smart, smart enough to protect myself.} Then by all means just top off with a furry friend or something. {Shrugging as I had never gotten that, I always drank from the vein when I was a vampire. I never struggled the way Stefan had. Sifting back up in my seat as the waitress appeared once more, greeting her with another warm smile.} I’ll have the house cob salad, light dressing please. Do you want anything? {Eyes falling to Stefan as if in question if he was going to pretend to be human in front of the customers.} 

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout  

[Shoulder lifts in a small shrug] It's an idea, although the cold doesn't phase me all that much. Which you are more than aware of. [Flashing a knowing smile, able to find humour within the bleak moments. Katherine's choice of booth and the reason for it didn't go unnoticed or remain mystery. She knew very well what she had awoken within me last night, the struggle I lived with even without the taste so fresh within my mind. Determination had began to settle over myself, after the conversation back in the car. I could hold it together, be strong for Damon, for her. Thumb pad absentmindedly tapped against the tabletop while pushing the thrum of beating hearts as from my thoughts as was possible] Are you surprised that I'm concerned? [Brow raising with mild curiosity. It wasn't all that long ago that Katherine's fate, either way, would have meant very little to me. Much had changed since then, not just circumstances but our very personalities, who we were at our core. My concern for Katherine's safety didn't exist because she could help with Damon, feelings ran deeper than that] I’m aware. [Solemness taking hold of chiseled features whilst head bowed in a small nod. In reality I knew the task ahead would be an impossible one without her aid, all I needed was the reassurance that she was indeed helping of her own free will and not feeling pressured into doing so. Lips parted to argue with Katherine, to take from her again would leave her at a disadvantage when she'd need all the strength she could get. Words froze unspoken on my tongue though as emerald met mocha, the silent plea in her eyes screaming at me. With another nod and a small half smile, I silently accepted her plea. The need I held within to keep her safe made her safer than anyone else in the diner. Eyes shifted from Katherine to the waitress] Just a coffee, thanks. [Using the caffeine to keep myself warm to the touch, having little interest or appetite for the food on offer. Gaze returning to Katherine once the waitress had slipped away with our orders] What happened to the thigh and warmth plan? [Raising a brow] Having second thoughts already?

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity 

Of course I’m not surprised. I just know I have you and I’m not worried. {Lifts shoulders in a small shrug, the grin from his prior comment still lingering. Was he going to be shocked that I had so much faith in him, that I truly believed he had my back? We were both such different people than we were last we parted. Able to find small moments of comic relief even in the worst of times. I was not doing this because I thought it would bring me some advantage, or because I thought it would change the way Stefan felt about me. I was simply doing it because I cared. Because I wanted to see Stefan happy again.} Just like you have me. {A warm smile taking claim once more upon glossed lips. Hand reaching across to smooth over the edge of his tapping finger.} And I never agreed to the thigh gain. {Laughing before suddenly pinching is hand.} I’m too vain to get fat, and besides you’re on a budget now, remember? No money for new clothes. {Teasing had seemed to become my new way of avoiding awkward subjects, here I was about to eat and I knew Stefan was hungry too. But to feed him I had to eat, to find Damon we both needed this. Damon, that was a subject. Something I had avoided talking about since it was brought up. My last words to him were something else, the things I did I could not take back. Who was to say he would not want to kill me again on site? Not that I could really blame him. Hand retracting as our food and coffee were set down, instantly beginning to dig at my salad, hungrier than I thought.} Look, it’s the bunny diet. {Wrinkles my nose poking fun at everyone’s poking fun of him. Though it really was not that funny, I was not some animal he could drain and leave for some other animal to finish off. I was a human, and he cared. Clearing my throat, my plate already half empty.} I’m sorry, that was distasteful.  

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout  

[Her warm smile now mirrored back at her from chiseled features, a truer statement had never been spoken, she did have me and I her. There was no lengths that I wouldn't go to to ensure her safety along with her survival. The motion of my tapping finger coming to a stop under the gentle touch of her hand, seeming to always know how to calm the monster within without uttering a single word. Was that because she knew me? Probably better than anyone else, or simply because she was the one who had turned me? Casting aside such thoughts since it really didn't matter, all that mattered was that she was here, we were together. Schooling features in faux disappointment, unable to fully hide the smile that played across my lips. The small moment of playful teasing seeming to lighten the mood for us both. We both knew all too well the risks involved here, what was at stake should we make even the smallest of mistakes. Hands pulling back from the centre of the table to encircle the coffee cup, palms absorbing the warmth that was on offer, content to simply sit in comfortable silence while Katherine ate. Thoughts turning towards the feelings I know had, feelings I had believed to have been buried long ago. Unable to recall the precise moment when my hatred for Katherine had turned to dislike, tolerance, caring, friendship and finally to… no. Unwilling to yet fully accept such a notion. The timing of it all was off, not to mention the small measure of fear that accompanied the idea of it, so much had happened between the two of us. Not all of it good and while we might be different people now, there was no knowing if we'd even fit. A large hand brought the cup to parted lips for a small sip, a pact made with myself to only continue the direction my thoughts were heading when this was all over. Settling the cup back down upon the table, pulled from my thoughts by the dulcet tone of Katherine's voice. A thick brow raised, eyes falling across her half empty plate of salad before raising to settle on soft features] Not disrespectful, the timing was just off. [Any other time, I may even have chuckled at her words. Since she had so bravely offered me her blood, this time straight from the vein, it was of no joking matter, not to me, she had to know that, know the depth of my gratitude. Reclaiming the cup of coffee, consuming the last of it's contents while silence fell across us]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity 

{Stefan had this uncanny way of making me feel like I could do nothing wrong lately. Was it because I was doing things right this time around or because he needed me to get Damon? No, pushing that thought aside, Stefan was not a user. That was my department in the past, I had no right to try and push that kind of belief onto him. What was I thinking? Eyes drifting from him back to my plate, the small smile still in place.} My timing seems to be off lately. {Finishing my salad in silence, thoughts not so much racing now, but more of a calm. Stefan had in fact become more of a touch stone for me. I had nothing since I came back, everything I had I owed to him, but I didn’t want him to feel as if I was doing any of this because I felt indebted to him. Stefan would give a stranger the shirt off his back if needed. That was just the kind of guy he was, selfless when he was not off the rails and the last thing I wanted was to push him in that direction. Suddenly my thoughts shifting to how close we were to New Orleans and how things might fall if we were unsuccessful. That couldn’t happen, Agatha was the most powerful witch I knew. Not only was I some weird magic doppelganger talisman, but I had come back from the dead through some mystical loophole to screw over the travelers. That had to be of some benefit, maybe, just maybe bringing Damon back would break the spell that kept all magic out of Mystic Falls. Maybe I was some kind of key. Would the little witch be able to hitch a ride too? I knew Stefan would want me to bring them both if possible. Setting the silverware on the now empty plate pushing it forward, washing it all down with a large sip of water.} Well, I think it’s time to get this show moving, yes? {Waving the waitress down, sure Stefan was anxious to get to New Orleans, but didn’t want to rush feeding. There would be a heavy wind of emotions with human blood, and what was to come after. The waitress coming offering to refill Stefan’s coffee and take my plate.} Nothing else for me, thank you. 

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout  

[It appeared as though Katherine had become lost in her own thoughts, just as I had, part of me wondering if she was thinking the same as me. If there was a part of her that still felt for her murderer the way that I felt for her. Holding back a chuckle, finding amusement in the thought. Our circumstances proving just how odd we truly were, human or not, our lives had been and would probably always be complicated. To bring voice to feelings now may cause doubt of their honesty, the timing was a little suspect. Proving my early decision to not think on them any longer, to be the right one. Pushing the cup to the centre of the table, the last of the coffee long since gone. The sound of cutlery meeting china, the last of her meal now consumed. Anxiousness thrummed away within, knowing what was to come next and wanting to say no. No wasn't an option, as ridiculous as that may have sounded to anyone who knew me] I'm good thanks. [Declining the offer of a refill, hand poised over the rim of the cup as I spoke. With the waitress moving on to the next table, emerald moved across the open space to find familiar features] If you're sure you don't want anything else, I'll go settle up. [Quietly dismissing myself from the table, large strides directed towards the till where I offered payment for the food and drink. Always wanting to appear as human as possible to the world, as if playing the part would make it true. It made it real enough for me] Are you ready to get back on the road? [Offering a hand to Katherine without even thinking about such an act. With the weight of her hand in mine, fingers flexed, taking a proper hold of her hand while leading us out from the diner and back towards the car. Words failing me at this point. Any query over her meal may be perceived as me pushing to feed]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity 

{I could sense Stefan’s anxiousness, not that I was not anxious as well. I had no idea if this would work, how Damon would feel when he saw me, the rage I might incur upon his return. A soft shake of my head at his words as eyes followed him, always the opposite of Damon. Not simply taking what he wanted or needed, but earning it. Yearning to lead life as a decent human, the human part I stole from him so long ago. The part he fought to keep alive every time he fed, that he would have to fight for now. Not only for himself, but for me, for Damon and for everyone he cared about. I was more determined now than ever to make his fight worth it. Fingers gliding into his offered grasp as we exited the diner, half wondering how we must have seemed like an odd pair. He watching while I ate, laughing silently to myself as eyes lifted to meet his own.} Aren’t you forgetting something? {A single brow arching as a hand guided to his shoulder. I was not about to let Stefan go starve. I knew he had to be hungry by now, especially watching me eat. If we were to survive this he needed his strength as much as I needed mine, maybe even more so. Eyes now growing stern.} You don’t have to treat me like some delicate little flower just because I’m human now. {Hand departing from his as I shuffled into the car.} Come on, if anyone happens to see they will think we’re making out. {Flashing Stefan a lighthearted wink as I closed the door, I had no fear of Stefan or his ripper side. I could tell feelings were bubbling, that my confidence and his desire to see Damon again would secure Stefan’s control.}

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout 

[Eyes lowered to her hand on my shoulder before slowly travelling the short distance up to her own gaze, hand lifting to rub at the back of my neck, no verbal response to offer her. I was still a mix of contradicting emotions when it came to the topic of me feeding from her. Concern being more than fairly warranted in such circumstances. Yet we were traveling into the lion's den, without the strength human blood would give me, I’d be unable to protect her] That's not what I’m doing. [A small lie on my behalf, it was partly what I was doing. Katherine's safety wasn't the only one I was worried about. I was concerned about the safety of everyone should this prove too much for me to bear. Given half the chance I’d tear the people of New Orleans apart. Settling myself into the driver's seat of the car, eyes searching her own for any hesitance or doubt. Finding only trust laying within the mocha depths. Chuckling lowly to myself from her last comment, even now she managed to pull me from my inner turmoil. An arm stretched across the open space to take her hand in mine, guiding her wrist towards me while eyes fell to a close, allowing myself to succumb to the bloodlust. Dark pulsating veins webbed out from beneath lower lids while incisors lengthened and sharpened. My parted lips hovered above her wrist for a moment before teeth sunk into subtle skin. Powerless to stop the low appreciative groan for the ambrosia which flowed effortlessly into my mouth. Despite her confidence and trust, I couldn't bring myself to drink from her neck, knowing that such close proximity, combined with a rush of emotions would leave me wanting nothing more than to kiss her. Head pulling back from her wrist having taken all I safely could from her. Features once again hiding the monster I truly was] Thank you. [Words steeped with sincerity, hand delivering a gentle squeeze to her own]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity

{There was no fear residing within as Stefan drew near, knowing this was what was needed and what would hold his strength whether it need to be physical or emotional. This was the first time since I had come back that Stefan allowed me to see the darkness that he constantly held at bay. He didn’t need to be afraid, it was nothing I was scared of nor anything I had not seen before. I accepted Stefan for all he was, not only the parts I wanted to see. That appreciative groan a familiar sound as I attempted to keep my arm from stiffening, not used to being on this end of the biting. A new fondness found in the care taken with such matters as fingers returned the soft squeeze.} Don’t hank me yet, Damon’s not here. {Lips drawing in a soft smile. Would he still be so grateful if this didn’t work, would he still want me around? Drawing on my seat-belt as the engine once more purred to life.} Next stop, New Orleans {Of course I was nervous as I was sure Stefan was, and anxious to get this all done and over with. But also hanging on a edge of what if’s. What if it didn’t work, was there anything else, would Stefan ever be okay without Damon? The silence of the car filled with nothing but the hum of tires over the black top, fingers suddenly coming to rest atop his as my voice sliced through the silence.} You won’t let Damon kill me either, right? {Another one of my half attempts to lighten the mood, though I was only half sure. Maybe once Damon was back he would not care anymore and I was reading things that were not there, Stefan hated me for a very long time. hand retrieving to my lap, finally entering the outskirts of New Orleans.} Take the exit for Canal St. veer right and take a left on Bayou Rd. It’s the white brick apartment building. 

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout  

[The pad of a thumb wiped any traces of blood from the corner of my mouth] That's not what I was thanking you for. [Whether Katherine realised it or not, her offering a vein, knowing all that she did about the struggles I battled daily, meant a lot more than I could ever put into words. The act itself utterly selfless on her part, with nothing to gain and everything to lose. Straightening within the seat, buckling the belt into place, more out of habit than any need for the safety it provided. Head tipping forth in agreement, the engine roaring to life. It wasn't too long before we were back on the road and well on our way to New Orleans. Able to sense the shift in my companions mood led me to steal glances her way whenever I believed her attention to be elsewhere. Leaving me to wonder if I’d unintentionally hurt her while I drank, careful not to take too much, yet unable to recall the force behind my bite. Thick brows furrowing, unable to take the curiosity any longer, lips parted to speak, the words becoming frozen on my tongue at her own question, hand turning beneath her own to take a delicate hand within my large one. Unsure how serious her question was. On the one hand she should know me better than that. Yet on the other, I was the one who had previously killed her] I won't let anything happen to you. [Emerald meeting mocha in all sincerity. Up until this point I’d thought my feelings had been obvious, despite my attempts at concealing them. Attempts now proved more successful that I’d first thought] If we're successful, then Damon will simply have to suck it up and thank you. [Pausing momentarily to take a breath, part of me unwilling to even consider that this might all be for nothing] And if we're not, nothing changes. You'll still be welcome in my home. [Eyes returning to the road ahead, still hesitant to bring up certain feelings. There was clear insecurity within the depths of mocha, if I spoke of feelings now it was highly unlikely that she'd believe in the truth of them. Silence remained on my part while Katherine gave instructions on the direction in which to take. Eyes searched ahead for the necessary signposts indicating street names. Pulling up in front of the white brick apartment she had described. Without uttering a word, I got out of the car, eyes searching the faces of those who walked the street for signs of anyone familiar. With no sign of the Mikaelsons, I stooped down to speak to Katherine through the open door] It looks clear. Let's be quick. [Closing the door, footsteps hurried to the sidewalk to meet Katherine. Approaching the apartment building a hand fell to rest protectively at her lower back. Knowing she wasn't safe out in the open like this]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity

{I could not help but allow a soft laugh to slip at Stefan’s words. Damon, thank me? That would be a cold day in hell. The latter part of his reply I didn’t want to accept, he needed Damon and as much as Damon and I fought I still cared. Not only because of his relationship with Stefan, I loved him once too. And in that moment my heart sank, a breath drawn as my hand retrieved from his.} I can’t accept that, if this fails I don’t think I can face you. {Only words spoken in the remainder of the drive the directions to Agatha’s home. It was an awkward feeling sitting back, waiting for someone else to assure my protection. But being I was the one thing needed to procure this link to where ever we thought Damon might be what choice did we have? Nodding at his words as I slipped from the car, hurrying to the door of the building and allowing Stefan to guide me inside. It was a small building, only eight apartments, mostly filled by witches that protected each other. Agatha was in apartment seven. Winding up the stairs till we were met at Agatha’s door. Knuckles brushing a knock upon the painted wood, a soft smile greeted me as her face appeared. “Katherine Pierce arises from the dead.” The door graciously being opened for us, my eyes motioning back towards Stefan.} He’s with me, he’s Damon’s brother, Stefan. “Stefan, please come in.” {The door frame was lined with sigils on the inside, hiding her magic from those that would bring her harm. The smell of sage strong as she purified the home for the ritual. An alter set in the cleared out living room with a rather large brass bowl, a circle of salt lined with more runic sigils I didn’t quite understand.} Are you sure you can do this, Agatha? “If I can’t no one can, but I do require some of his blood.” {Her eyes falling to Stefan. I didn’t know that a head of time, but I suspected as much, they were brothers and that would give her a better connection. I was simply a magical link between the here and there.} Not mine? {A curious brow rose wondering what all this entailed.} “I have a mixture ready, it needs his blood. When you drink it, it will send you into limbo. To whatever other side you came from, you may search for his brother there.” {Eyes darted to Stefan, that sounded a lot like being half dead. But I would be able to find Damon for him, bring him back.} Hand it over, Stefan.  

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout  

[Incapable of arguing with her words since I was unwilling to fully face that this whole trip may have been for nothing. I’d made many trips just like this one over the past months, tracking down any and all leads I could in the hopes of bringing my brother back from whatever hell he was trapped in, along with Bonnie. It'd had taken the last shred of hope I possessed to even agree to this, in truth, I wasn't sure what would happen if we failed. Would I spiral? Become the ripper once more? There was just no way of knowing. In that moment I made a vow to myself, should the unthinkable occur. If Damon was lost to us all for good, then I would do all I could to ensure Katherine was set before I’d allow myself to fall apart. Once inside the building, my hand dropped from the base of Katherine's back, allowing her to lead the way up the staircase. Eyes fixed upon the door in front of us, a simple brass number seven nailed to it. A sense of anxiousness set in the pit of my stomach, the witch beyond the wooden door was truly our last hope, Damon's last hope. Head tipped forward in a motion of gratitude, taking a single stride over the threshold, allowing Katherine to do any necessary talking, witches weren't known for being very fond of vampires. Emerald gems taking in the items on what appeared to be an alter. From what I had seen over the centuries, Agatha clearly knew her stuff, although Katherine had assured me of such. The mention of my blood had me ready to offer up my hand there and then, yet the exchange of information that followed had me concerned for Katherine's welfare. The traveler knife had bound her to limbo once before, without such a talisman to destroy, just how would she be able to make it back? Thick brows furrowed, gaze moving between the two women. Noting the resolve upon soft features, even though she didn't know the risks, she was still willing to risk it all for Damon. Eyes shifted to settle upon Agatha, hand rising to my mouth, where pointed incisors sunk into the fleshy part of my palm, causing the blood to effortlessly flow. The witch was quick to retrieve a shallow bowl form the alter to collect my blood] How does she get back? [It was a question that needed answering before Katherine's lips went anywhere near the concoction Agatha had created]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity 

{Of course Stefan handed over without hesitancy, this was his last hope to get Damon back and I wanted to do this for him. His question was a good one, one that I wanted to know as well. And in that moment I knew, Stefan loved me. He didn’t need to say it, I could hear it in the tone of concern in his voice. As Agatha started mixing the final ingredient she began to explain. “This is a very complex spell, requiring much energy. Not only on my part but Katherine’s as well. Her now being human she is also a traveler. I will harness her mystical power as a doppelganger to send her, your blood will act as an anchor and an attractant towards your brother while she’s there. Once she’s found him she will have to use a special incantation combined with Damon’s blood to bring her back. Damon and your self are bonded through blood, though she is no longer a vampire she sired you both and there for her blood continues to course in your veins. You are all connected in one continuous circle of life and death.” Blinking in disbelief, I had no idea how to do any kind of magic, my father had terrified us from a very young age. Deep breath drawn, doey eyes meeting Stefan’s with all confidence. With all hopes I could do this, I was a survivor I could do anything, deal with any situation. I didn’t come this far just to travel to some hell dimension and get trapped there trying to save the man that hated me above all others, save Klaus. Listening intently as Agatha told me the spell, how it would allow me to also draw on my own power. As a doppelganger I was the talisman. Once Agatha was sure I had the incantation down properly her gaze met Stefan’s as did mine, a confidant smile reaching my lips.} Does that answer your question? 

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

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[The blood flow soon stopped, the wound having taken but seconds to fully heal. Eyes never shifting from Agatha as she busied herself at the altar, myself ready to sweep aside the offered elixir should her reply be anything but satisfactory. Risking Katherine to save Damon just wasn't an option. Not anymore. Everything had changed. The deep inhale on Katherine's part had my gaze instinctively shifting to hers, eyes speaking words my mouth would not. If there was even the smallest part of her that didn't want to do this, then we'd turn around and walk straight out. Silent question met with nothing but confidence on her part, had I really expected anything less from her? Perhaps Katherine viewed such an act of selflessness as a means to start down a path of redemption. It certainly couldn't be born from a sense of debt, she owed me nothing. Our past had been put to rest, her new lease of life afforded us that second chance. The chance to draw a line and start fresh. Emerald gems passed between the two women, only once I was certain that Agatha had no hidden agenda, such as luring us both into a sense of security, only to have Klaus bursting through the door, did I nod] Just, come back to me.. [Taking a step back, giving Agatha and Katherine the space they required to get the spell underway. Unwilling to move off too far in case my assistance was required]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity 

{I was more ready now than I would ever be.} We will. {Nothing but pure confidence in my tone, my gaze now shifting to meet Agatha’s as she moved back to her alter. Bowl perched against my bottom lip as I tipped it, the blood tinged elixir gliding down none too easily. Being human again deterred a taste for blood. A fog settling over my mind as Agatha began chanting, seeming like the air was being sucked out of it as I gasped for breath and finally collapsed within the confines of the salt circle. Head pounding as heavy lids began to open. What happened? My mind was still a fog hand coming to rub the back of my head, eyes trying to focus on the surroundings. I felt strange..... as if every molecule of my body was forcing me up off the ground. Gathering my bearings, I was in Mystic Falls. But it was empty, no one else was here. Feet carrying me forward, passing places that brought memories of more things I had done than I cared to remember. Continually propelled forward passing the school, the grave yard. Damon could have had reason to be at either I suppose, but obviously he was not. Pausing to glance up at the clock tower, not my finest moment. Nadia had every right to be angry with me. If only she was here somewhere too, I doubted it. A swell of sadness pricked the edge of my mind, shaking it off. I didn’t have time for that, back tot he task at hand. The sheriff’s department, he was close to little sheriff Forbes. But no, my body kept propelling me forward. Was he at the most logical place, the boarding house? At least when I was trapped there was entertainment, now there was just nothing. It was a virtual ghost town. Was I even going to find Damon? My mind began wondering in a thousand directions, worry over how Stefan would react if Damon was lost to him forever. Eyes glancing into the window of The Grill, nope not at the bar drinking himself into oblivion, shocker. Drawn towards the housing district, more specifically Maple St. This is the street Elena lived on, but she had burnt her house down after I killed Jeremy. Why would Damon be here, visiting a vacant lot? Shoulders shrugged continuing with my walk, arriving at 2014 Maple St. slack jawed as eyes fell on the white pristine two story Colonial style home. How was that possible? Drawn closer, doey eyes fell upon a familiar figure, simply not the one I was looking for.} Bonnie? {Brows furrowing} “Katherine, shouldn't you be in hell?” Really Bonnie, is that any way to talk to someone that’s here to bring you home? {Her face coated in utter disbelief.} Where’s Damon? I need him to get out of here. “I’m not telling you a damn thing until you tell me how the hell you’re here.” 

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout  

[The corners of lips twitched with the slightest hint of a smile from the confidence in Katherine's words. The survivor in her had and always would refuse to go down without a fight, leaving no doubt in my mind that she would return. Of course, I hoped she’d return with Damon, how could I not? He was my brother, our relationship was a rocky one at times yet he was the only constant I had, the only person left, Katherine aside, who knew the real me. We were family. Unable to do anything except for simply watching the scene unfold before me, Agatha's increased chanting seemed to charge the air around us. My first instinct as Katherine's knees began to buckle was to rush forward, capture her within my arms before she ever hit the ground. Yet doing so would break the circle of salt surrounding her, I couldn't break the circle, who knew what consequences we would face should that happen. The electrifying charge to the air dissipated along with Agatha's chanting, still unable to make out a single word she had spoken. Emerald gaze rose from Katherine's unconscious frame upon the floor to Agatha, eyes searching hers for answers. Had the spell worked? How long would it be before she returned? Silent questions met with a simple shrug of petite shoulders, Agatha now turning away from me to face the altar. A large hand raised to scrub across my face, there was simply nothing else to do but wait.. and worry. There was a pit in my stomach, had been for a long time, almost from the very moment Katherine had suggested this little road trip of ours. New Orleans was not a safe place for her to be in, more so now that she was a human. Sure, she had fed me her blood, made me stronger, faster, than any forest critter would have, yet I would still be no match for Klaus or any one of his siblings. Without even realizing it, booted feet had began to pace back and forth the small living space of the apartment. Shoulders tense, keen hearing listening for even the slightest change to Katherine's heartbeat, not to mention any approaching footsteps out in the hall. The sooner she returned, accompanied by Damon, or alone, the better.]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity

{I was beyond irritated, not that Bonnie didn’t have good reason to question me. But I didn’t know what would happen the longer I stayed here, I know knew what I had to do. Explaining to Bonnie the whole long tale about the traveler's knife, how it somehow brought me back and I was now newly human. Not a cured vampire human, but truly human it seemed. Explaining to her how I had brought Stefan to New Orleans and my witch friend, Agatha, the spell using Stefan’s blood that drew me here. She seemed to understand it more than I did, even though I was sure I left out some important points.} Now I need Damon’s blood to get back. {Face coated in complete honesty.} I know Stefan would want you to come back too. {Again telling her the rest of the story, the chant, how I as the doppelganger was the talisman and being part traveler gave me an extra loophole to get here. Bonnie’s conclusion being that the traveler’s magic created this alternate universe. Things existed here that did not exist in our Mystic Falls. Now for the scary part, Damon. Following Bonnie in, not that I was too at ease taking this step. Could I even die here? Easing up the stairs and would you know it, into Elena’s room. Of course that’s where Damon was. “Katherine” He hissed lunging forward only to be stopped by Bonnie. The look on his face one of pure disdain. Not that I could blame him after what I did, but I was here to bring him back. That had to be worth something. He bit the bullet after Bonnie explained to him why and how I was here, that Stefan was waiting for us. “Any way we can leave her here?” Damon snarked. Of course he would say that. I just kept my mouth shut for once, I didn’t feel like standing here arguing, I only wanted Stefan to get his brother back regardless of what that met for us. For the first time finding myself honestly grateful for Mystic Falls favorite witch as she was well versed in all that was magic. Damon still being the ass that he was, biting into his own wrists before shoving it against my mouth. A link was formed, Bonnie taking it upon herself to pull through me and hitch a ride. We figured that was the best way to get all of us out together, my mind once more fading into a fog at the words resounded in my thoughts and I hit the ground with a mindless thud hoping to wake on the other side with Damon and Bonnie.} 

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout  

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TheRoadToHell

{Houses are living things. They see, hear and breathe. Sometimes, I think they breathe in what we put into them and when they exhale, they put out whatever they took in to begin with only now it has changed into something new. Be it an echo of happiness or silent screams of sorrow. Sometimes I feel they take in something awful and then breathe out something truly hellish. This toxic cloud of negative energy-or whatever etheric matter is made of moves, slinking from room to room, drifting on the edges of our consciousness until it can feel inside of our minds, taking on twisted forms and degenerate shadows plucked from our fears and worries. Or maybe, just maybe, could it be that something once lived that was so vile, so cruel and inhumane, that the very fabric of whatever lays beyond this life rejects it and it becomes trapped here, with us, walking side by side, waiting to prey again?

1860 - Always finding myself in the loveliest of conditions this was no exception. A tiny town nestled in the foot hills of the Appalachian mountains, Rossville as it was then called. The soft smell of honeysuckle hung lazily as flushed features were graced with a sudden zephyr. The plantation was breathtaking as the stories I had been told, yet the previous owner had to sell, such a pitty what happened. On my behalf,  though perhaps I may have used my 'charms' the conditions of Mr. Ross selling to Mr. Phipps were that I was allowed the use Rowena's old room. So much heartache for one family, their loss was in my benefit. As I quickly learned Mr. Phipps was not a kind man, well not unless you happened to look like me. The instant I stepped into the home the smell of blood flooded my nares, features remaining soft and sweet as the Georgia peach I claimed to be. The accommodations were quite lavish, large bed and a gracious view from the window of the river and the flowers in bloom. There were many a rumor about our arrangement, but I did not care what other's thought only that I was comfortable, fed and hidden away from Klaus. Phipps had his dark side too, darker than most mere mortals I ventured to come across. Phipps built a whipping post into the house because he enjoyed hearing his slaves scream. In fact, he was known to be so vicious with them, to beat them so furiously, that neighboring plantations and landowners reported hearing the screams of the slaves echoing off of the mountains as Phipps would torture them. Phipps was not alone in his evil. He had a mistress on the side who was a slave herself, a half black woman who was reported to be as cruel to her fellow slaves if not crueler than Phipps himself was. His wife knew about it and was too scared and powerless to stop him. The stench was embedded in the ground, the darkness and the dampness was sometimes overpowering. One could imagine hearing the moaning, the wailing, the crying of the slaves, their misery and despair. If a slave was maimed, he was shot like an animal because he was of no more use. In the front room of the third floor facing the river, was the whipping post. Slaves were shackled to the post to be whipped. The blood stains embedded into the wood floors of that room during days of heavy moisture, the wood expands and the blood stains show up again no matter how much they were cleaned. Could I have stopped him? Sure, but who was I to meddle in business that was not my own? I was not out to save my soul, these people meant nothing to me, a means to an end. I would however bring them the sweet release of death when in dire need. After all, I had to eat too. This worked marvelously in my favor for four years, until the day a rumor flittered though that shook me to my core. One of the young ladies whispering about a handsome man named Klaus. My very being rattled, astoundingly my composure remained intact. Compelling all to forget they had ever seen my face, that I ever existed. Packing up my belongings that night and heading to the small town a few hundred miles away. Emily by my side into plain sight we went to hide in Mystic Falls.}

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Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity {All my time in life my greatest achievement was my ability to get what I wanted, needed, to survive. Until I didn't. I ended up here in the dark, wrapped up in the evil and shrouded by darkness that consumed the soul of every vampire. The challenge was to fight that urge, not to let the compulsion consume you. Fact was not that I had no emotions but I had all emotions. I kept them in check, hence I never needed to "turn it off". Yes, I did horrible things but horrible things were done to me. I was no martyr I was no saint, everyone knew this. I merely had no time to make nice with everyone that crossed my path. Only whom was in my best interest. I had plenty of time to think now didn't I? Lips pursed in a thin line thoughts wondering to my last days of near redemption. Snatching the sweet innocent doppelganger's body. Yeah, that was about as fun as watching my daughter die. I could feel the shift in energy before a flicker of light flooded in through the heavy door. There was a door? Wait this was not my own personal hell? Damon, what is Damon doing here? I spotted him on the phone and took the opportunity to distract, shifting between the shadows. "Damon....Damon help me." A soft snort under my breath. He of course thought I was his sweet Elena, always the sacrificial lamb she was. Slipping past eyes spotted a second man not giving another thought as the door slammed shut. The outside brightness almost blinding me after being in total darkness. Taking a moment to adjust, hand resting on a hip as lips lifted into a wry grin catching #Stefan coming around the corner.} Did you miss me?

Stefan Salvatore  @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout [Laced boots paced through the hallways of the armory. I had done what Damon had asked, I had left him to take care of things on his own, it was something that didn't sit well with me, having spent lifetimes pulling him from one disaster only for him to run headlong into another. But he was my brother and for the first time since I had roused him from his desiccation, he was doing something for someone other than himself. Only problem now though was there was no way to get Damon back out without Enzo and he'd up and disappeared, assumption being that he had slipped past the three of us,Caroline, Bonnie and myself, gathered together, and headed straight for the vault. Without a word though? To any of us? Something just didn't sit right. The growing sensation of unease that settled in the pit of my stomach did little to aid with the sudden rush of anxiety. Footfalls eased into longer strides, I needed to see the vault for myself. Clinging to the hope that the door would be open and Damon would be celebrating a job well done right next to Enzo, I could almost picture the scene in my mind. What came next was not something I would ever have anticipated.. Rounding the last corner before the entrance to the vault, a familiar voice spoke up. My forward motion faltering, I drew to an abrupt halt] Katherine.. [Questions raced through my mind, a heavy set brow settling upon confused features. The last any of us had seen of her was when I had plunged the traveler's knife into Elena's heart, expelling her from Elena's body. Bonnie had shared with us all the events that followed Katherine's attempt to crossover. None of which explained her sudden reappearance] How are you here? [Disbelieving eyes looking around Katherine to the vault door behind her, firmly closed too, unfortunately. Fighting off the temptation to rub at my eyes and prove that she was little more than a mirage. I knew she was real, she was here. The familiar scent of hers had already settled in my nasal passages. Holding my ground, eyes falling once more onto her svelte physique] Where did you come from? [The answer I had known, even before asking the question]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity {Even in the moments before anyone's eyes fell upon me I knew there would be nothing but utter dismay at my reappearance. Having everything I wanted only to have it snatched away and stuck in the confines of perpetual darkness left a sour taste in the back of my mouth. Even on the verge of redemption I chose manipulation and deception in the end rather than die. Lips donning a classic simper as those verdant eyes landed upon my visage wish such shock.} Ding, ding, ding. The one and only. {More than well aware Stefan and the entire gang would obviously go to any lengths to find Damon I had to keep my cool, or I would be stabbed in the back and killed /again/. Hell, who's to say I would not be just for kicks? But this was Stefan, he was the logical one, he was the one who asked questions first and acted later.} Where did I come from? Oh, you know just in there. {Hand gesturing, a thumb pointed to the door behind me that was now firmly sealed.} Your brother was a darling and opened the door for me. Always such a gentlemen. Who would have thought he would have reverted back to that? I would go back and get him for you but I'm afraid that must have been a one way trip. {Turning slightly a hand tugging at the heavy door.} Not one budge. Are you going to stab me in the back again, Stefan? I'm sure that's not really what you want. Besides I'm the only person that knows what lingers behind that door. 

Stefan Salvatore  @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout [The impulsive side of myself urged me forward, wanting to tear Katherine apart until she gave me some useful  information. It wasn't fair, that she, of all people got to escape death. Not once but twice. Luckily for us both my  logical side was in control, the only information Katherine would divulge would be what she was willing for me to know.  Her display of nonchalance at the two of us stumbling across the other's path showed as much. Besides, what other choice did I have, other than that to play nice?] Too evil, even for hell itself, huh? [My attention drawn once more to the vault door, feet moving forward a couple of paces, thoughts already moving on, to just how I was supposed to get it open again] You locked him in? [A surge of rage courses throughout me, veins burning with anger. Eyes became heavily lidded as the rage I felt found itself an outlet in the form of a low, guttural growl and I took a challenging step forward] Thought had crossed my mind.. [Anger seemed to evaporate into nothing, the last of Katherine's words ringing true in my ears. How did she always do that? Manage to be the only keeper of information that was essential. Was she that lucky or was it just a gift? Moving past Katherine, I took a firm hold of the door myself, giving it a small tug, nothing. Throwing all my strength into it, I pulled at the door again, the result the same as before. Lips parted with an exasperated sigh, my forehead meeting the steel door with a thud] What's the price? [Speaking only in low tones, knowing that Katherine would hear them quickly enough] For the information you have, what is it exactly that you want? [Open palms pushed from the door, turning on my heel to face her once more. Bonnie and Caroline could continue trying to open the vault while I played nice

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity {I knew better than any that Stefan was surly fighting the urge to rip me limb from limb. Obviously though he would do anything to get his brother back, beside what else did he have beside Damon? His precious Elena choosing Damon over him could not have made Stefan feel all that warm and fuzzy.} Perhaps they were scared I would take over. {Brow lifted as a smug grin etched its way over crimson lips.} Or maybe they are just saving all the fun for your brother, we both know he is no saint either. As if anyone thought I was the only one that was destined for hell? {I could not help but watch with a slight amount of anxious glee as Stefan tried so hard to open that door, eyes lingering over his exasperated face as a heavy head resounded against the steel.} Now, you really think I have control over that door? If I could have locked him in I would have let myself out long ago. Sorry about your luck, Romeo. Maybe Damon should have thought about that before he tried to suffocate me on my death bed. I guess there is such a thing as karma and she's on my side. {All the times Stefan had threatened to kill me he never went through with it, why? Because he cared and deep down I knew he still did even if I was no saint neither was he. And that guilt wore on him like the wight of the world.} Price, you think there's a price? What information exactly is it you think I gathered in darkness?

Stefan Salvatore  @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout [Despite my current state of anger and despair, I found myself snorting at the mere thought of Katherine taking over hell itself. How well she would fit in, command others with a simple flutter of dark lashes. My jaw flexed involuntarily, responding to the next string of words to be uttered, thick brows drawing together in a heavy set frown. Hell may have been a place we were all willing to leave Katherine but it wasn't somewhere /I/ was willing to leave my brother. Regardless of his past indiscretions, he wouldn't be left to suffer an eternity alone. Raising a hand to scrub across the back of my neck, shoulders suddenly feeling weighed down with a variety of emotions. The first and foremost of which was guilt. It was after me who let Damon be the one to go into the vault. Sure, it had been at his very own request but that was merely because I had made his efforts of the last few years seem less than adequate, calling into question his every action and decision since Elena had been forced into a slumber. One that was to last the span of Bonnie's life. Damon was reckless and impulsive, no one knew this better than myself and yet I still allowed him to go into the vault alone. I failed him. Making a quick vow to myself that this would be the last time I let him down. Paying very little attention to Katherine and her talk of karma, feet shuffling forward once more, unsteadily at first but becoming more assured. There was no way to think clearly in such close proximity to the door and Katherine] Katherine, with you, there's always a price. [Speaking from over my shoulder without looking back. It would be an unnecessary action since Katherine would only be too happy to follow behind me] Don't play coy, it never did suit you. As for information, you must have learned something useful. You're the only person to ever escape hell. [Footsteps slowed, giving Katherine chance to catch up] And until I know, all that you do… [Emerald gaze shifted to the side, settling upon Katherine's delicate features] ..I'm not letting you out of my sight. [It was more of a promise than a threat. Flexing my arm at the elbow, offering it to Katherine whilst we continued forward, through the hallways of the armory]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity {The look plastered on Stefan's face was more than appeasing considering shortly before I jumped into Elena's body he had seen the girl that could have been. But she was no more now wasn't she? Torn and tortured by the darkness that now held the older Salvatore, and I was sure that somehow martyr Stefan felt fully responsible as usual. You would think that after all these years they would both learn we are all responsible for our own decisions, and mine might have been the greatest I have ever made. Generating myself into a creature that would now rise from the ashes like a phoenix and relentlessly claim everything I desired. She would keep her end of the deal and I would keep mine, there would be total chaos and many injustices would be served. After all was that not the devil's work? Lips twisting into a jubilant simper as an arm linked with his, sure strides far from lacking as a head held high.} Damon sealed his fate the moment he stepped into that vault, surly you of all people know this. And by the way; everything suits me, Stefan. Did you really think hell could keep a girl like me on lock down? {My entire being swelling with gratification as eyes cast out upon the entirety of the armory. Arm in arm with the man who had killed me and was in a small responsible for my now being free once more.} Take me somewhere nice, I'm starving. {Begins to hum "Bad medicine" by Bon Jovi.}

Stefan Salvatore  @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout [Fighting back the childlike roll of my eyes, the familiar tune being hummed was now the only sound to be heard. While I had plenty to say, I remained silent. There was so many questions thrumming inside of me that I was left with no idea where to even begin. Being in such close proximity to Katherine was of no help, old feelings stirred to the surface, leaving me to feel more lost and confused than ever. Our goodbyes had been said, twice. The first more caring and somewhat loving than the second time. Not that there was a lot of competition between the two. The second had seen me piercing her heart with a blade and damning her to hell after all. There was no denying the hope her mere presence conjured within me though. If she could be saved, then there was a chance my brother could too. Long strides delivered  us both to outside the armory, relief sweeping across me as eyes fell upon my car, or the car I had acquired for the time being anyway.. Grateful I hadn't repossessed a motorcycle. Katherine's tightened grip around my torso was just one of many things I'd be incapable of dealing with right now] Y’know there's not a whole lot of “nice” around here. Options will be limited. [Before I even realized what I was doing, I had pulled open the passenger door. Pushing it to a firm close once her curvaceous physique was safely tucked inside. Fingers pulled the cell from my back pocket, typing out a quick vague message for Caroline and Bonnie, back inside the armory as I made my way to the drivers side. If either of them learnt of Katherine's return they would be freaked, and understandably so. For now they could remain in the dark, there was more to learn before I came clean. Returning the cell to my pocket, my broad frame hunkering down, easing myself into the driver's seat. Favoring silence over the exchange of pleasantries. It was a stroke of good luck that the armory was a few miles outside of Mystic Falls, Katherine's reappearance would only bring Elena-esque questions from the locals. Turning the key into the ignition, pulling the car out of the parking space, I headed for the only place I could think of, that would serve the food Katherine would eat. Human or vampire, she had never been one for junk food. How had she referred to it? …“Packaged poison”? It didn't matter, just a few miles down the road was a bar that specialized in home cooking, Alaric had raved about the place on a few occasions]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity {I was not yet positive of what feelings were dwelling around that pretty little head of his, yet. But it was clear that there was more to all of this than met the eye. Perhaps Stefan thought he was merely distracting me but alas Damon would only need to find his own way out and would have to pay the price himself. It would be held upon no one's shoulders but his own. Stefan, Elena, Bonnie, none of them could save Damon. Only Damon could save Damon. Eyes cast upon the car I didn't recognize as the door was pulled open.} You got rid of your Porsche? {Arm slipping free a hand tapped lightly against his jaw.} I'm sure you can make due.{Quietly slipping into the passenger seat, I was sure he thought he was being slick but I noticed everything. Eyes lingering to Stefan as he slipped in skeptical as ever flipping the visor down to check myself in the mirror.} Well I'm sure the company will make up for the lack of atmosphere, right? {Lips drawing up into that classic simper that said I know what you are up to and you're not going to win.}

Stefan Salvatore  @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout I burnt it out. [Shoulders hunched forward before rolling back, forming a nonchalant shrug. Not offering Katherine anymore of an explanation than that. It was a long and tedious story anyway. My jaw involuntarily flexed against the unexpected touch of delicate fingers, declining to respond in any manner. The air of the car was already thick with tension, undoubtedly the majority of which came from me. Katherine was a face, I had never expected to see again and aside from the hope it instilled for my brother, I wasn't sure what else I felt in regards to her return. Emerald gaze shifting to settle upon Katherine for the briefest of moments, returning once more to the quiet road] Your company is something which only you tend to enjoy. The rest of us.. [Sucks in a wincing breath, leaving the rest of my sentence unfinished. Sure that Katherine was more than capable of filling in the blanks for herself. After just twenty minutes in the road, we had reached our destination. Pulling up into the first available space, I withdrew the key from the ignition. From the exterior of the bar, it seemed as though Alaric's praise of the place was warranted. It did appear to be promising, in my eyes at least. Who knew what Katherine would make of it. Clambering out of the car, booted feet met the concrete silently. A small shove to the frame had the door swinging to a close. Forearms rested lightly against the car's roof, thick brows raising while I addressed Katherine] Is it good enough for her evilness? [Lips displaying a cheeky smirk whilst long strides made it around the car and to her side]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity {Neither tension nor Stefan's lack of adoration would rile my feathers, I had my own plans and in the end....things would be as they were met to.} Burnt out? I would think you'd do anything to fix that thing but okay. {Offering a nonchalant shrug at Stefan's next quip.} Is that supposed to hurt my feelings, Stefan? I meant me enjoying your company, besides you are taking me out. What more could a girl ask for? {The quietness of the drive was more than annoying considering where I had been but alas I would be getting my way soon enough. Good things come to those who wait. And as for what the others thought of me, well that was of no consequence. I detested them too. My entire existence I had to look out for myself. Who's to say if I had an adoring family, friends and never been outcast to another country on my own that I would not have been a different girl; the one that Damon and Stefan thought I was when they first met me. An irritated sigh spilling past crimson lips as eyes settled upon the promised location. Was every restaurant around here a grill? At least there were plenty of people there, little flies I could draw into my web of deception. Flipping up the visor and shoving the door open of my own accord to meet his gaze with the purest of graceful smiles.} I knew you would remember everything about me. {Once more loping an arm through his and heading towards the front door, eyes pinned on the crowd already sussing out my toys.} 

Stefan Salvatore  @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout [Thick brows furrowed together as if thinking, although it was all for show] What's that well known saying again..? Know your enemy. That's it. [Brows waggled whilst I briefly turned my emerald gaze upon Katherine. Free arm reaching forth to push open the door to allow us both entry. The predatory look she gave all those inside didn't escape my notice] No killing. [Having dropped my tone to a husky whisper, one that only she would hear. To ask her not to feed entirely right now would be ridiculous, she hadn't eaten anything in god knows how long. The best I could hope and ask for was that she would leave her meal breathing when done. Long strides guided us both to a quiet booth set into one corner. Releasing Katherine's arm from my own whilst I slip into the seat, nudging the menu that's set in the center of the table over to her, allowing her to cast a gaze over the meal choice first. Not yet knowing if I myself could stomach anything. The internal turmoil I felt over the loss of my brother remained, twisting my insides into knots and the only thing I could do, was to play nice and hope the answers sat across from me. Silence quickly becoming a constant between Katherine and myself until I caved and spoke first] Anything grabbing your attention? [Eyes drifted from Katherine to the menu and back again. A feeble question under the circumstances, yet it was the only one that came to mind. To push her too far too fast would see her shut down on me completely and I needed her. More than I cared to admit, even to myself]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity @DamonSexy {The interior of the restaurant was less than appealing for 'nice' but it was short notice. I suppose it would do, considering the crowd I was pleased. Besides with one of my favorite toys on my arm and being back here I was not complaining. Who am I kidding I always get what I want and this was quite the ideal situation in comparison to what Stefan had in mind I was sure. Lips donned a pristine simper at his words.} Afraid I'll blow your cover, hero? {Slipping into the dim booth across Stefan, eyes cast down upon the unruly menu with faux interest. I would not put the majority of this trash in Stefan's rabbit's stomach much less my own, perhaps I would pick at the Salmon salad. I was more than sure Stefan thought I was completely oblivious to everything that had happened while I was dead so to speak. But making deals has it's perks. Not that I was not secretly thrilled Elena was out of the picture but only Satan knew what Sybil was having Damon do. As far as I was concerned the Salvatore's were /my/ toys and I was not beyond double crossing the devil's servant to get what I wanted. Chin resting in the heel of a dainty palm as lips lifted into a coy grin, eyes glimmering through thick lashes.} Oh I see something alright. {Turning the menu around to shove it towards Stefan waiting for a small group to pass before edging across the table to speak.} You know I'll find them, right? Your little gang is never safe from me, I don't care what it takes to get what I want. 

Stefan Salvatore ‏ @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout @DamonSexy  [Eyes cast down to the polished finish of the wooden table while Katherine took her sweet time perusing the menu. Food was something I had no appetite for, neither of the solid or liquid variety. Fearing I'd be unable to keep anything down even if I did partake in the unnecessary activity of eating. Fingers interlocked with each other as forearms rested against the table, raising my head at Katherine's words] Is that supposed to worry me? [Shakes my head slowly whilst a mildly amused smile lays claim to my lips] These threats, never do change, do they? [Allowing my head to fall to one side, my gaze drinking in that of Katherine] You never change. I thought you had once, back when you were human and dying.. [Reaches across the table to lightly cup at her cheek] I believed I'd seen the girls that I thought you were when we first met. [Pulls my hand back from Katherine's cheek] But you're the same selfish, manipulative bitch that you've always been. Acting up any time you don't get what you want. [Leans forward in my seat, forearms bracing against the table once more] Tell me, Katherine. What exactly is it that you want this time? [My whole demeanor coming across more blasé than I felt deep down. Katherine was dangerous, not worrying for the safety of my friends would make me a fool]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity @DamonSexy {Eyes flicked up to the waitress as she approached, lips expelling a slightly irritated sigh.} I think I will have the Cesar salad but with Salmon and my friend here {Lips gracing a playful smile at Stefan.} How about a gyro. {Pronouncing it so it sounded more like "hero" than it's proper name. The word was always slaughtered by Americans. "Sure, I'll have the right out." The perky auburn replied scribbling on her notepad before wondering off.} I was changing, Stefan, I was dying. But things get complicated when you get sucked into oblivion and forced to face an eternity of never ending wrongs and self doubt. {Eyes remaining cool and void of any emotion that would give away my intent.} I'm going to powder my nose, don't worry I promise not to eat the patrons. {Slipping from the booth I headed towards the corridor, only one thing on my mind. I knew Sybil had a hold of Damon and no one was able to do anything. Little did I care what they thought of me or what Damon thought of me. But I would be damned if I was about to let this siren bitch think she was taking what was mine. Strutting right into the men's bathroom I turned the lock on the door, hand splayed across a burly chest as mocha irises met the mans gaze. Pupils dilating as words filled the still air. The information given to him, how to get to the armory, how to gain access to Bonnie Bennett.} You will kill her, no matter what it takes. {I didn't much care if the witch died or how anyone felt not that I was excited Elena would be back but it was necessary. I would rather have her than let Sybil win. Lips perching into a sweet simper as my hand patted against his chest.} Got it? Good. {Unlocking the door and slipping back out and into the booth across Stefan.} I think in the long run.....you will thank me.  

Damon Salvatore @damonsexy

@CorruptHumanity @SpitfireTout I was compelled to her, the sweet innocent sound of the mysterious women. In a bit to stop the horror that was infecting our town i found myself becoming a slave to it, my hands trailed along the inner walls that were the chambers of the armory. My head told me to run, the light just inches away, the voice in my head told me the opposite, my feet began moving forward until eventually I was gone... I killed, one by one I brought those who inflicted the most pain to their deaths. Of course I made the situation fare, two people would fight to live, each one baring their worst secret, the one who did the worst would be eaten by whatever hid in the pool of blood, the one who didn’t well the kind person I was, I’d merely inflict a quick death so they couldn’t cry wolf on what we’d done to their fellow friend. Killing had become somewhat a hobby, the voice in the back of our minds continuing its demand on flesh, all until the body appeared, a blood-stained women, pretty to the eye. Both I and Enzo stood astonished and questioning what our involved would now be. A downbeat bar, the perfect place to find innocent people to pray on. Each coming to drink away their problems or hide their biggest secrets in the bottom of a glass. My feet hit the wooden floorboards with a louder than necessary thump, my eyes searching for the hopeless soul’s wondering what next person would see their end.

Stefan Salvatore  @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout @DamonSexy [Grows quiet for the duration of the waitress stay at our table. Eyes focused only upon Katherine. If I didn't remain alert and guarded then there was no guarantee that the poor waitress would leave the table side alive. Flashing Katherine a wry smile in response to her little quip, not once allowing her to truly distract me. Only once the order has been scribbled down and the waitress moved out did I allow myself to begin to relax] And what? [Lifts a brow] You had no choice, is that it? Trouble is Katherine, you always have a choice. You just enjoy making the wrong one. [A twinge of anger added an undertone to my voice, surprising even myself. I hadn't believed I'd missed her, not even a little bit but I was wrong. A small part of me had missed her. Not the girl in front of me, no. The girl who had taken her last human breath in the four walls of my bedroom. Opening my mouth a little, intending to question Katherine over her Hell experience, I found myself left alone, mouth wide open whilst she made her excuses and left. She had been gone for longer than was necessary, or at least it seemed that way, returning to the table when I was just about to go in search for myself] Thank you? [Brows furrowed with confusion] For what, exactly? Speaking in nothing but cryptic riddles? Do you actually have anything worthwhile to share? Or are you just wasting my time? [Patience was wearing thin and I was having a little trouble hiding that fact]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity @DamonSexy Tut tut {Lifting a single finger to press against Stefan's lips.} One does crazy things when they are in love, like...I don't know {Lips curling up into a wry grin as eyes gleamed with adoration at the memory.} allowing a vampire to feed on them. Sound familiar? {No one knew better how to press Stefan's buttons than I did, how to play with that little switch he was always toggling. But somehow I always managed to get him to keep it on when others pushed him to turn it off.} Now would I waste your time, Stefan? Do you have any idea where Damon is or what he might be doing? {Brows arching skyward as eyes remained focused on Stefan's obviously irritated gaze. In this very moment I knew the man I compelled was on his way to the armory to kill Bonnie Bennett which would awaken Elena. Apparently I was the only one who knew Damon did have enough love in him to save him from eternal damnation, even if it was for my vanilla doppelganger. I was no martyr but I did know that Stefan needed his brother.} Is spending time with me really that painful, Stefan? {Leaning back into the both a graceful smile as the food was slid onto the table.} Thank you. {Unraveling the silverware I began to pluck at the plate thoughtfully.} No rules, Stefan. 

Damon Salvatore @damonsexy 

@CorruptHumanity @SpitfireTout Music echoed around the room, the downbeat bar rather appealing inside, the decor dated yet rather full for  mid-afternoon drinks. Placing one foot before the other I let my body prop against the bar, sliding my palms out beside me as I let my gaze follow the sound of the music, my head dipping slightly to one side as the corner of my lips curved into a small but visible smirk. “This is not an alarm, one of you lucky lot so what lucky person wants to win the jackpot?” All eyes rest on me, I was in full power, to do as I wished. The jobs having it’s perk, killing was no longer frowned upon in the eyes of me, it was my job and with the boss in plain sight I couldn’t disappoint now could I?? With one swift move of my palm the head of the not so innocent rolled on the cobbled ground, blood finding its way in every nick and cranny. One down and an endless number to follow, my get out of hell free card just inches away from my reach.

Stefan Salvatore  @CorruptHumanity

@SpitfireTout @DamonSexy || [Lifts a thick brow] Compulsion. Sound familiar? [Clearly mocking Katherine's tone, maybe not my best or smartest move but time was running out and she still held all the cards. Head canting to one side] You know I don't. If I possessed even the tiniest bit of knowledge as to what or where Damon was right now then I wouldn't be here. [Eyes darkened, anger thrumming just beneath the surface. Anger which threatened to take control until we were once again interrupted by the waitress who had returned with the food. Leaning back into the booth, attempting to present an air of calm while fingernails dug into the skin of my palms, almost hard enough to break through skin. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting the plates had been set down upon the table and the waitress was retreating again] Damn it, Katherine. [An open slammed down with a loud thud on the table, an animalistic growl escaping from deep within my throat] No more games. You either know where Damon is or you're wasting my time. Now which is it? [Raising half out of my seat, ready to leave should Katherine insist upon continuing with this charade. Damon needed my help and there was no time to waste. The hand that wasn't braced on the table had eased into my pocket, preparing to retrieve my cell and call the girls back at the armory]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout 

@corrupthumanity @DamonSexy {Lips continuing to hold their classic simper, I would not allow Stefan to shake me. Leaning across the table fiery hues bore into a verdant gaze.} Oh, right you're still insisting I compelled you to love me. It's so adorable that you can't take fault for your own actions. No wonder Damon promised you an eternity of misery. He knows it's your fault and not mine. {Picking once more at the plate in front of me as shoulders lifted into a shrug.} Stop being so pushy, hero and eat your Gyro. {A soft snort departing lush lips as one hand reached across un-clenching his hand.} Now why would I want to give away all my secrets and ruin everything? Maybe I want to be the good guy. {Lips pursing awaiting some witty come back as at this moment the man I had compelled was at the armory. Driving his way into Bonnie, blood spewing from each person that tried to save her but I told him not to give up. I didn't care if he died it was no matter. But Bonnie technically dying and Elena waking up was the only thing that would snap Damon out of this ridiculous siren spell.} Good things come to those who wait, Stefan. 

Damon Salvatore @DamonSexy

@CorruptHumanity @SpitfireTout My own company was becoming my own worst enemy, even with no humanity you could never hide the little voice in your head that demanded more lives each time you could hear the clock tick. My hands ran the length of the empty, bloodstained bar I wondered how long it would be before Stefan hit the road, him and his protective manner to save me from myself never failed to strike me as amusing. Pressing one foot before the other I found exit of the bar, with one swift move of my thumb I pressed down on the match, flicking it into the open door of the bar and watching as the place went up in flames, covering my tracks something Stefan always failed to do. No sooner had the bar becoming nothing more than a pile of ash was it that I hit the road was once, the open stretch a disappointment to say the least but the further away from Mystic Falls I got the further away from being found I was. Sliding my naked finger along the dialing code of my cell Stefan's number becoming a most popular, when would my sweet, dear brother get it through his head, I wasn't out to be found.

Stefan Salvatore  @CorruptHumanity

|| @SpitfireTout @DamonSexy || [Snorts out a laugh, head dipping forward for a fleeting moment] You're a little late on home truths, Katherine. Me and Damon covered that part of our past a long time ago. [Shrugging a shoulder into a nonchalant half shrug] Both of us agreed on your irrelevance. [Nails bit deeper into the flesh at my palm while Katherine continued to mock the situation I now found myself in. It tool all my strength to stop myself from recoiling at the touch of Katherine's hand] Good guys don't play games and they don't leave people to suffer. [Pauses in the removal of my cell from my back pocket to toss a handful of bills onto the table, covering the cost of the untouched meal] Enjoy the free meal Katherine. I'm done here. [Without another look on Katherine's direction I picked my way through the crowd to the exit. A sense of urgency settling within me as the call to the armory failed to connect. Stopping beside the driver's side of the car, thumb scrolling through the list of contacts until Damon's details flashed along the screen. It would undoubtedly be a futile effort and yet I couldn't stop myself from hitting dial. Long limbs easing into the driver's seat, clinging to the hope that there would be an answer]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity @DamonSexy {Were Stefan's words supposed to hurt my feelings? I hoped he knew by now that I was not so easily shaken. Eyes cast on Stefan as he slipped outside, knowing his attempts would be futile. I was not simply a vampire now, no I was more. I suppose you could say rising from the ashes of hell had it's perks; I was the metaphorical phoenix. Mind reaching out, making a connection to witness the scene in the armory as a pleased grin swept across crimson lips. Every attempt made to stop the man I had sent failed, he was ruthless, fast and agile. Covered in wounds and blood. His large hand clasping an artifact that looked somewhat like a tuning fork, plunging it into Bonnie's chest just as Caroline managed to snap his neck. Enzo capturing Bonnie's collapsed body in a panic forcing his blood into her mouth. I could not help but release a soft laugh, as I began to slip from the booth. Interrupted by the server.} "Do you need a to go box?" No, I have an urgent errand, keep the change. {Outside I compelled a man for the keys to his car, it was an older model Audi but a girl had to take what she could get. Adjusting the mirrors I swiftly headed towards Elena. I could feel that she was rousing, I didn't care if it was too late for Bonnie. Damon and Stefan were /my/ toys not Sybil's and if I had to bring Elena back to get what was mine then it was done.} 

Damon Salvatore @DamonSexy

@CorruptHumanity @SpitfireTout Sinking my body down onto the cobbled wall outside the bar, my hands sinking into my inner pockets of my leather jackets. My eyes glare into the distance seeking some kind of answer to my unknown question, I was oblivious of the world around me and right now that wasn't a bad thing. Blood stained my clothes from my earlier feast, I'd well and truly taken a leap into the world of Stefan with my untidy dinner manner, little did I care for the glaring looks of people who dare look my way. With one swift leap I jumped from the body high wall, from one gloomy location to the next. I began wondering how far Stefan would go to try and save me, that or would he finally get the picture that I had no intentions of heading back home to Mystic Falls. Kicking one foot before the other I went on my one man army tour, seeking out poor individuals who'd make for a rather tasty midnight snack.

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

|| @DamonSexy @SpitfireTout || [All efforts to reach Damon so far had failed. He no longer took any of my calls and Katherine was of no use, too busy playing her usual games to even care for my plight. Hell, even a simple locator spell was out of the question. Bonnie's magic was gone and Damon was probably lost to us, possibly for good. My foot hit the gas harder, tires screeching out their protest as I was filled with a sudden sense of urgency. Something wasn't right, I knew it in my gut. Why the charade in the bar? It wasn't usually Katherine's style... unless of course it was a mere distraction. Pulling up outside of the Armory, I bolted from the car, door left wide open and the engine still running. Inherent vampire reflexes drew me to an instant halt just within the doorway] Bonnie..? Caroline..? [There came no response, only the sweet scent of blood that cling to nasal passages. Pushing myself forward, allowing the blood lust to guide me down the halls. Eyes widened as an emerald gaze fell upon the bloody scene before me. Tears stained the cheeks of both Caroline and Enzo, while Enzo cradled what appeared to be Bonnie's lifeless form. The male body at Caroline's feet was one I didn't recognize] Elena... [Her name falling from parted lips in a hushed whisper, even as I turned on the heel of my boot, intending to make a quick exit. There was no time for questions or explanations, I had to get to the Salvatore boarding house and fast. Pausing just beside the door of the car, fingers scrambling within the confines of a pocket for my cell. Sure, Damon wasn't taking my calls but hopefully he was still retrieving his messages. Thumb pads quickly typing out a message. "It's Elena, she's in danger.." There wasn't much more information I could offer. Damon may have stopped caring about his friends and myself but he would never stop caring for her. After hitting send, I slipped back into the car, speeding off in the direction of home. I needed to get to Elena before Katherine did]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity @DamonSexy {Lips furled into a perfectly pleased grin as I reached my destination, Elena. Her eyes fluttering open and the first face she was to see not Damon, Stefan or Caroline, no me. Lips tipped up in a taunting grin as I spoke.} Time to wake up sleeping beauty. {Her ever so innocent doe eyes narrowing as a hand tried to grasp for me but I simply clasped her body back against the plush interior.} Tsk, you’re back to being a fragile human again, don’t think you can get an upper hand on me. “Katherine, how are you here, what did you do?” {Her look becoming more worrisome than glad to be roused from her slumber.} I did what was necessary. {Fingers pressing against the flesh of her throat.} To break lover boy from his killing spree, See he’s forgotten you, you have been erased from his consciousness. But I know that somewhere in his mind he still remembers. And if seeing you will break this fucking love spell this bitch has over him then well, that’s exactly what I’m going to do. {Yanking Elena up from the coffin as I slipped the phone from my pocket, I had snagged Damon’s recent number from Stefan’s contacts. I knew seeing Elena in my grasp would certainty pull Damon out of whatever spell he was under.} This is going to hurt, and I’m not sorry. {Sliding back chestnut locks as fangs extended piercing into supple flesh, making sure both faces were in the snap shot. I think her blood was sweeter than the sickeningly sweet relationship she seemed to share with the people she loved. Pulling back before too much was taken, I secured her to a chair sending the shot to Damon. - Better make a pit stop to come save your girl. Love, Kitty.} 

Damon Salvatore @DamonSexy

@CorruptHumanity @SpitfireTout One step, two step, three step, four, this was my only way of not loosing it completely. I'd some how managed to pursued myself that life with the she devil wasn't so bad. The endless number of calls from Stefan were becoming somewhat worrying, on his side. With dawn breaking overhead I sat back in the rather displeasing armchair my hands gripping the bourbon bottle, half full from the previous day, my other hand I slid it within the fabric of my jeans pulling my cell to see what tales my brother had to say today, all of which seemed rather dull until I saw her name, Elena Gilbert, the women i'd felt something for but knew nothing of, her face a blank image in my mind. Pushing my body upright in an attempt to question what was right, to flee and head back out to Mystic Falls, see what this girl had over me or to sit back and continue my one way ticket out of hell?? Breaking the cap once more on the bottle, trying to hide my worries in the bottom of the glass, until I saw the picture, Katherine Pierce the one true bitch herself she'd managed to even out-do herself this time. Blood ran the length of Elena's neck even now she just couldn't resist putting her foot in business that just didnt concern her, unless of course my brother had worked his magic and made her tremble as always. Pushing my fingers down on the key pad, going straight through Stefan direct to the ring master, hearing the dialing tone I let my body lift pacing from one side of the room to the other.."Just when i thought my day couldn't physically get any worse i had to see a message from you. Now tell me, what does Katherine Pierce want with Elena Gilbert??" letting my voice break as i waited patiently for the answer I longed to know.

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

|| @SpitfireTout @DamonSexy || [The sense of urgency within me never subsiding during what seemed to be an everlasting journey from the Armoury to the Salvatore boarding house. Who knew what new tricks Katherine had up her sleeve. Human, vampire? It really didn't matter, Elena would be of no match for her, few ever were. Katherine was deadly and smart, there was no line she wouldn't cross. Pulled abruptly from my own thoughts by the ringing cell in my pocket, fingers fumbled to retrieve it while attempting to maintain the car's speed, with no time to check the caller ID I hit connect and brought the cell to my ear. Urgency only mildly interrupted by a sense of relief upon hearing my brothers voice] That's more of a question for Katherine herself, don't you think Damon? [Why my brother had chosen this moment to ask questions I had no answer to alluded me] Wait. How do you know about Katherine? [Thick brows furrowed even as features became etched with worry, the message to my brother had mentioned only Elena. Clearly Katherine had contacted him as well since no one else knew of her return] Forget about it, it doesn't matter. [There was no sense in getting lost in inconsequential facts, not when Elena's life hanged in the balance] If there’s even a small part of you that is even curious about what Elena means to you, then you'll come home, brother. Before it's too late. [With that I hung up and tossed the cell onto the passenger seat, pulling the car to a stop outside of the boarding house. My entrance to my home containing more caution than my bolt into the armory had. Something telling me that Katherine had gotten here first. Tentative steps brought me further into the living area] Katherine… [An emerald gaze falling to Elena, secured to one of the antique chairs, clearly dazed and confused. Open palms raised, less in a show of surrender and more to show Katherine that I had come unarmed] You don't have to hurt her. [My forward motion coming to a slow halt, not wanting to make Katherine feel trapped by getting too close]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity @DamonSexy {Eyes skimming over Elena’s now slouched frame as blood seeped from punctured flesh, a tissue swiped across plush lips. I was sure that seeing that image would rouse a suspicion in Damon and that by now Stefan knew something was wrong. Circling around I poured myself a little drink as I awaited the pending reaction. All this time spent fighting over one girl, human turned vampire and now a simple fragile little human again. Free hand palming her clean shoulder as I leaned forth, whiskey tinged breath singing against her face like a dark lullaby.} Does it make you feel special, to have your little scooby gang looking out for you, to twine the Salvatore’s around your little finger? You think you’re so much better than me? {Lips curling into a taunting simper.} I’m better at being me than you will ever be at being you, I don’t simply survive day to day, depend on others. I /thrive/ I do whatever it takes to make my life /my/ life. I’m sure you know by now what I had to do to get you to open those ever so innocent looking eyes. {Coming back to a full stand, tipping my glass back just as I heard silent steps followed by Stefan’s voice. Feet crossing as I spun around, face still poised in a classic simper.} Oh, hero Stefan showed up first, welcome to the party. {Lifting my glass up as if in toast.} I don’t /have/ to, but how else will we break Damon out of that mental prison he’s in? Aren’t you growing tired of having someone else be in control? {Brows perking skyward as I stepped closer, unafraid I knew I had the upper hand.} You honestly don’t think I actually drank her blood do you? Do I look like I want to be human again? I think not. Let Damon think he can get an upper hand on me. {Hand patting against Stefan’s chest as eyes lit with intent.} Like I said, in the end you’ll thank me. 

Damon Salvatore @DamonSexy

@CorruptHumanity @SpitfireTout My head told me one thing, my heart the other. To flee back to Mystic Falls the town I turned my back on so long ago or to continue on the wide stretched road and let Katherine Pierce rip out Elena's throat. No sooner had the sound of Stefan's voice broke over the other side of the phone was it that I truly began to question myself, a thump to the stomach, a dagger to the heart, everything felt so alienated even to me. As the line went dead I pushed the cell into my jacket pocket, my fist clenching as it met the hard service of the nearest wall. Before I even had time to question myself or that of my own action I was heading south, back towards home. My legs broke into a sprint, dashing my way through the woodland, my breath running away with itself until eventually I could see the flickering lights in the distance, the sound of voices echo through the walls. I'd finally be able to get this girl out of my head. Pushing my body forward I let my feet take control, step by step I grew closer to the entrance of the boarding house, my hands hitting the surface of the door, with a gentle push I could see the flicking of two shadows on the floorboards. My eyes glare towards Katherine, her cocky smile clearly a plan worked well in her eyes, then Stefan my younger brother who'd clearly worked his magic well. Allowing the corner of my lips to slowly curl, a soft tone rolling its way off my lips "hello brother" merely dismissing the fact that some how Katherine Pierce had worked her way back.

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

|| @SpitfireTout @DamonSexy || [Tensions ran high within the boarding house, or was that within just myself? It was hard to be sure  under such delicate circumstances, once I would have known how Katherine would play this game, but now, after a stint in hell itself? Who knew what could happen] There's another way, Katherine. There always is. [Bringing palms together in front of my chest in a movement akin to that of a plea, gaze shifting from Katherine to the bound Elena and back again. Standing my ground as Katherine encroached upon my personal space] If you hurt her then Damon will be lost to us both /forever./ [Eyes searched her own dark gaze hoping that my words had somehow held some form of an impact. Before I could attempt to persuade her further I was interrupted by the arrival of my brother] Damon.. [Not all that sure if it was after all a good idea for him to be here at all. Judging by the nonchalant air around him and the blank features, he remained as uncaring as when we had last spoke. Large hands gripped at Katherine's toned upper arms, turning us both until Damon had a clear line of sight from where he stood to the helpless Elena. Her delicate features marred by confusion, no one could blame her for such. Things had more than fallen apart since she slept. Slowly releasing my hold upon Katherine, my focus held upon my brother, wondering how the sight of the girl he loved would affect him, if at all..]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity @DamonSexy {All that tension and worry for little lost Elena boiled up into one swift movement of Stefan’s hands, the words rolling from his lips like sap dripping from a freshly cut branch. Lips jutting into a faux pout as hands clasped over his, leaning in only to whisper in the still air.} But she’s already hurt, Stefan. Look at her, she woke up and the first thing she sees is me. Ripping into her throat and sending the picture to a man that’s forgotten about her. The man she thought was madly in love with her and going to wait for her. {Lips pursed before lifting into a coy grin as eyes gazed from his at Damon’s sudden arrival. Knowing he had heard the entire conversation, heeled feet striding round Stefan allowing agile digits to tauntingly tap across Damon’s shoulders.} Look who decided to show. Are you here for the main course or just for dessert? {I never told Damon I loved him but at one point I did, and I knew Stefan needed Damon. Perhaps I would always be too damn selfish to ever tell Damon I had ever had true feelings for him. But I would be dammed if this siren bitch would get to make him her monster. Damon was my creation, only he got to choose his fate.} We both know Stefan is the better brother. Isn’t that why you’ve been avoiding him, because you think you can keep him out of hell? Do you want to kill me, Salvatore? {Leaning up to whisper against his ear, my tone low and taunting.} She’s not me, who is she to you? Feel.......{Blurring back to Elena fingers twisted into chestnut locks as I yanked her head to the side. A soft whimper pleading from her lips.} Game on, Salvatore. Your move. 

Damon Salvatore @DamonSexy

@CorruptHumanity @SpitfireTout I merely watched from a distance, so long I'd been away and my absence clearly seemed missed on my brother’s account. An endless list of questions rang in my mind, why Katherine was back the main one. Letting my feet press against the floorboards as I swiftly move through the archway breaking one room from the other. I felt something, a small drop of hope breaking through my stomach, the horrific pain something I didn't want to let break free was it her?? the sweet, innocent Elena Gilbert who clearly my brother thought would be able to save from my crazy streak. Blood pour from the gash on her neck, clearly Katherine's doing, the smirk on her lips a tell all. Letting my head dip aside as I finally allowed my lips to break. "What happened to starters Katherine?? We skipping a course??" My body slowly edged deeper into the room, my brother holding Katherine in place, I could just about make out the fingertip marks on her skin. Letting my body come to a sudden stop in front of Elena's body, the tip of my fingers running the length of her cheek, my head questing what hold she had over me. Keeping myself just inches away from her body I let my attention shift slightly "Do you think she can save me Stefan??" unable to look in her eyes too long, she held answers, ones that I wanted answering for so long I was just too scared to ask them out-loud.

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

|| @SpitfireTout @DamonSexy || [Jaw set as it appeared Katherine intended to pit brother against brother, all this talk over which was better. But were either of us worthy of the title? In our long history we both had taken countless lives, what made his crimes greater than my own? I remained silent, unwilling to make it easy for her to get us to turn on each other. Katherine's sudden rush from my grasp to return to Elena's side had me poised on the balls of my feet but I couldn't act, Damon needed to be the one to save Elena, as much for himself as for hers. An emerald gaze watched Damon closely as he slowly drew closer to Elena. Looking for any sign that he recognized her as something more than just a girl. Feet began to move forward, drawing me in closer to Damon, Katherine and Elena. Elena herself not truly with us as it appeared she was on the verge of passing out, she had been through quite the ordeal since waking up] I do. [Head dropping into a small nod] And I'm not the only one who thinks it. [Adding as eyes shift to settle on Katherine who still stood just beside Elena. I had no doubt that she would happily kill Elena in order to save Damon, undoubtedly believing he'd find himself within the pain. If my brother was to be saved though, then it would be with love] Look at her Damon. /Really/ look. How does she make you feel?

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity @DamonSexy {I knew Stefan was well aware of what I was doing, but it was true. Deep down Damon thought he could keep Stefan out of harm’s way. Did I really care if Elena died? No, not if that’s what it took to bring Damon back. But these two had become as infatuated with the little twit as a deer caught in headlights.} You know how I love to play games, Damon. But you always want to rush right to the end and get your sweet fulfillment. {Fingers tightening into russet locks as the stroke of Damon’s hand seemed to elicit a soft murmur from Elena’s lips.“Damon” The only word she was uttered. My eyes flicked up through a fringe of lashes, voice demanding an answer of Damon.} Yes, how does she make you feel? Her human heart beating in her chest, fading right before your eyes as the blood that could feed your soul drips slowly draining her life. {I didn’t care how hard I had to push Damon I would go to any lengths before letting him fall into a trap like that. The only siren allowed in his life was me. I clawed my way back from hell and by the devil’s head he was going to break free if I had to kill Elena myself to make him. Let them both think I was heartless but I knew better, I didn’t have time to show I cared. Emotions made you weak, especially when not returned.} Man or mouse, Salvatore? Squeak up.  

Damon Salvatore @DamonSexy

@CorruptHumanity @SpitfireTout Was this my brothers attempt at therapy? slowly worming Elena back into my head in an attempt to save me from Sybil. My hand trailed the length of Elena's cheek, the soft touch of her skin a warmth to my body, that of course didn't stop the fact that Katherine's words of temptation rang in the air. The sound of Elena's heart raced, my head turning almost instantly to glare back at Stefan "Spare me your brotherly act Stefan. Sybil took all memories of Elena away, to me she's just a doppelganger of Katherine's. As for you Katherine, your attempts to achieve whatever it is you have your heart set on.." how could I put the words "..they'll fail, killing Elena won't save me. I couldn't care less about any of you, go ahead rip out her heart. I may even join you in mopping up the blood" The corner of my lips curled into a small but visible smirk, my body shifting back from the side of Elena to prop myself at the side of the liquor table. "Now how about we resolve this whole situation, I should be on the road with Sybil not having a family therapy session with the she-devil."

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

|| @SpitfireTout @DamonSexy || [Panic bubbled up within me as Damon and Katherine seemed to reach a stalemate, each predator willing to do whatever it took, uncaring that Elena just so happened to be the prey in this scenario] Sybil maybe capable of many things Damon but erasing love isn't one of them. [Booted feet taking emboldened steps forward until I was at Elena's side] This charade isn't really about Sybil, is it? It's about you, to afraid to let it all back in, to feel the pain and guilt. [Turning from Damon to face Katherine] And you, you only care about saving Damon since you view him as one of your toys. You're only happy if you're the only one pulling the strings. [As I continued to speak, large hands worked on the bindings that secured Elena to the chair] Bicker amongst yourselves all you want but I'm not letting either of you hurt Elena in a bid to prove anything. [I couldn’t sit back and watch anymore. While I may no longer be in love with Elena a part of me did, and always would still love her. Together we had rediscovered what it meant to live and to love. She never asked for any of this, to become the object of mine and Damon's affections. Carefully lifting the brunette up into my arms, she was in dire need of medical attention now that vampire blood wouldn't heal her. If I couldn't save my brother then I was at least going to save Elena. Without a single word more I turned away from Damon and Katherine, Elena still in my arms as I headed for the front door]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@CorruptHumanity @DamonSexy I think you need more than therapy, Damon. {Shifting away allowing Stefan to retreat with Elena, she was obviously no longer of use. I didn’t care either way and honestly I knew if she died he would never forgive me, but that was not the point and he could think whatever he pleased. Rounding the corner of the table to pour myself a drink, eyes intent on Damon’s azure gaze as I palmed the crystal tumbler.} So you’re just going to be a weak little mouse and keep all that emotion locked away, uh? Let someone else control you? Since when does Damon Salvatore let some bitch manipulate him without a fight, where’s the fun in that? {Taking a long needed drink before setting it upon the wooden table top. Damon was about to see what I had really become. Snapping a leg from one of the wooden chairs and driving it through his abdomen, essentially pinning him to the nearest wall.} You want to see what hell is really like? {Fingers digging into raven locks as I slipped into Damon’s subconscious, seeking out his locked memories. Elena’s birthday party, when he slipped her necklace back on, the love he feels evident. As he’s walking her out to meet the crowd a fire burst out, Elena, Bonnie, Caroline and even Stefan trapped in eternal flames. He’s frozen in place, nothing he can do but watch as everyone he’s /ever/ cared about dies. Over and over again. My voice ringing through like a whisper in the background.} Let it back in Damon, save them. 

Damon Salvatore @DamonSexy

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I began questing myself once more as to why I came back to this town. Clearly my brother’s affections to save me had been brushed aside, Elena in the distance the damsel in distress. Merely allowing myself to be the shadow in the darkness, endless calls had turned out to be nothing more then his bid to try and save me from myself. Letting the ball of my feet roll slightly, allowing my gaze to follow that of my brothers "Always in need of been the hero, how tiresome that must be Stefan. Flip the switch, let your hero hair take a break" How humanity seemed depressing. Letting the tip of my thumb run the length of the glass, no sooner had it traveled the length of the crystal top was it that the horrific pain shot through my chest, wooden pieces dig their way through my skin, only inches away from my low beating heart, my hands finding Katherine's in a bid to pull it from her grasp instead my failure was worse then anticipated. "It's fine for you to pull the strings, it must get under that ice cold skin of your...." breaking off as the images ran through my mind, Elena her smile, her laugh, the touch of her skin on my own I could feel it. Every moment I'd spent with her, the night I compelled her to forget everything, my messed up love story had a meaning, Elena Gilbert was my humanity. My breath came to a Holt! my eyes merely blinking in everything I'd lost these last few months. My head rolled slightly, Elena weak and in the arms of my brother, what had I done??

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

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@DamonSexy @SpitfireTout

[After turning my back on Damon and Katherine, grateful that neither attempted to stop me, my mind was focused on getting Elena the help she so desperately needed. Even now as I hurried out to my car, the scent of her blood invaded my nasal passages, although it's flow seemed to be slowing, her blood finally starting to clot] “Stefan..” [Came her strangled whisper, she was still pretty out of it] Shh, it's okay Elena Everything is going to be okay. [I had no idea what else to say. There was so much going on in Mystic Falls and I doubted Elena would be able to grasp the seriousness of the situation right now even if I did explain. After buckling her into the passenger seat, I hurriedly jogged around to the driver's side. The engine roaring to life as I tore from the boarding house driveway, heading straight for Mystic Falls general. Not yet sure exactly what to say to the staff on duty there once I arrived. There was only so many times “animal attack” could be used as a viable excuse. My mind drifted back to Katherine and Damon at the boarding house, wondering exactly how Katherine was getting on without her leverage. I was worried for Damon but also knew he could handle his own]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

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@DamonSexy @CorruptHumanity

{I could sense the emotion flooding in, she shift in Damon’s demeanor seeming to furl outwardly as the swell of images began to fade. Hand slipping down to grasp the splintered wood swiftly pulling it from Damon’s abdomen. Lips donning a pleased grin at the pain I knew that caused.} Now do you /feel/ Damon? {Brows arching as dark hues bored into seemingly lost pools of azure. A free hand clasping against his chest with force, keeping him pinned against the wall.} Hate me, but I made you what you are. You think I want to {Quotes with my fingers, nails digging against his flesh though the thin fabric of his shirt.} “pull your strings”? I never wanted to change you into an emotionless monster, I merely accepted the monster you already were. {Shrugs nonchalantly shoving away from his broad frame and sashaying around to retrieve my drink.} The decision should be yours not implanted in your head by some woman who wants to remove any shred of humanity you have. I manipulated you, yes. But I never took away your ability to make a choice. {Downing the remainder of my drink.} Now, you can either stay and drown in self pitty or go and help your brother get your humanity back. 

Damon Salvatore @DamonSexy

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The tip of my fingers began digging there way inside my palm, trying to block out the pain with yet more pain. I was weak, unable to move or defend myself. Simply allowing every image that was blocked in my mind to flow all at once, a mind-blowing slide-show of all the memories I'd ever shared with Elena. My breath began to race, the soft sound of Katherine's voice bringing me back into the room "Why?? Your not gaining anything from this Katherine. What you create me so I'm your property in some evil, twisted way" My voice broke off, letting my body drape against the wall. So Katherine Pierce was pulling out the good cards, the one's were she did something for someone else, who'd have thought the day would ever come? Letting my hand grip my chest were the wound slowly began to heal itself. My mere attempt to question what game Katherine was playing was soon pushed aside. With Elena on the way to hospital thanks to the aid of my brother I only had one place to go “You’re not coming?? No doubt you'd already got your get away car ready to flee Mystic Falls now you'd done your bit of good.” Pushing my jacket over my shoulders in an attempt to hide the blood stained shirt before shifting my way to the open arch of the door, allowing my gaze to fall back on Katherine's, an unasked question, needing her presence at the hospital, not that I was about to ask for it. I could fall of the band wagon, turn back on everything I'd just seen. I was still broken and for some unknown reason Katherine seem to want to help.

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

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@DamonSexy @SpitfireTout

[The drive to the hospital had been one full of uncertainty and tension. Left with little idea over whether or not Elena would make it, the girl who I had once loved, who had shown me the worth of living had become ghastly pale, the beat of her heart slowing. It had been years since I had been left feeling this helpless, as a vampire, my blood had the ability to heal most of the world's ills, unfortunately though the cure for vampirism ran through Elena's veins, making my blood obsolete in this instance. Booted feet paced the length of the waiting room while I awaited any news of her fate. "I should have pulled her from that chair sooner" was like a mantra going round and around my head. I'd allowed her to remain bound and helpless for my own selfish reasons, wanting my brother to be brought back from the edge, how successful that had been too. His eyes had fallen upon Elena with unfamiliarity. What did he care now if she lived or died? The blame was all on myself, too foolish to realize Katherine's game sooner when she had appeared in the armory. The armory... Eyes widened with a sudden realization, how could it have possibly have slipped my mind? Bonnie laying prone in Enzo's arms while a teary eyed Caroline looked on. Fingers fumbled for my cell in the pocket of my jacket, finding Caroline's number in the call log I hit dial and waited with baited breath to learn the fate of my brother's best friend]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

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@DamonSexy @CorruptHumanity

{Setting the crystal tumbler back upon the wooden surface brows arched at Damon’s words.} Are those keen vampire ears of yours not working? {Eyes casting down as he slumped against the wall gaining his composure.} I never wanted to change you or own you. You are who you are, Damon. I simply inspired you to become a better version of yourself. {Lips donning a pristine simper before my next set of words were spoken.} If I remember correctly you were the one who spent a hundred and forty five years in love with me. I love Stefan he loves his brother, you. Hence I need to save you. {Heaving a slightly irritated sigh.} Up and Adam. {Hands clapping together, I had no clue in what shape Elena was in but at least I had reached Damon and if Elena didn’t make it who was to say he would not slip away again and all of this would be for nothing.} A get away car? {Snorting out a laugh} Now why would I want to leave after going through all the trouble of digging my way out of hell to save you and bring my favorite brothers back together? {Shoving my way past Damon and heading towards his classic Chevy Camaro, prying the door open and setting myself into the passenger seat.} Are you coming? I’m not missing the front row seats. {I knew good and well Damon needed more than just Stefan to get through this but I was not the mushy type, nor was I going to admit I was less than selfish. I was not even sure I had that in me.} 

Damon Salvatore @damonsexy

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Who'd have thought Katherine Pierce actually did care for someone else other than herself. Of course I'd learnt the hard way that she loved my brother more than myself but never the less, in her bid to win my brothers heart back she'd managed to pull me from my little world. I couldn't let myself think of what might be happening in those four hospital walls, Elena could be dead, she could be laying there on that cold slab and for what?? A plan created by Katherine. My head turned slightly as your figure began to move, edging outside much to my surprise of course, I wondered if this was just you proving to my brother that you'd in-fact got through to me? Elena was my lifeline, her dying well, what was the point in having my humanity when I had nothing to live for? Darting to the other-side of the car I was quick to start the engine merely dismissing everything Katherine had spoke of in those last few seconds. My main priority was to get to Elena and fast. Mystic Falls roads were clearly in my favor not a car in sight, pressing my foot firmly on the gas peddle in a bit to get to the hospital and by Elena's side. My hand gripped that little deeper onto the wheel before finally allowing my lips to break "You are aware that if Elena doesn't make it. I will kill you, I'm not sure how or if it's even possible." You'd some how wormed your way back out of hell but I'd be dammed if I didn't at least try to make you suffer for Elena's death, if she dies, hell wouldn't be that much of a bad place.

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

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@DamonSexy @SpitfireTout

[The seconds seemed to stretch out before me while I waited with bated breath for my call to connect. With zero missed calls prior to making a call myself, there was no clue as to what awaited my ears. All of which was odd, it wasn't like Caroline to keep anything to herself. With the call failing to connect I returned the cell to my back pocket. The waiting room walls felt as though they were closing in. I needed to get out of here, if only for a moment. Two of my friends lives hung in the balance and to top it all of Katherine had returned from the great beyond, as vindictive and manipulative as ever. Footfalls met the flooring in silence while they carried me towards the hospital's exit. Thoughts returning to my brother who had been lost to us all for months and was now left at the mercy of Katherine. A trait she failed to exercise. Who knew what she would do if she couldn't break Damon free of his uncaring, unfeeling cycle. It was no secret she valued my life above Damon's, over the centuries she had in fact sold out my brother in order to guarantee my continued survival. There was no indication that this time would be any different. The lengths I would go to myself in order to bring Damon back to himself was limitless, I'd even give my own life for his. Everyone knew this. Katherine knew this, and if it came down to me or Damon… Well we all knew which one she would choose. Collapsing back against the exterior wall of the hospital on a deep intake of breath, an emerald gaze hidden from the world by hooded eyes as the feeling of helplessness seeped in once more. I couldn't save Bonnie or Elena and if they were lost then there would be no way left in which to save my brother]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

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@DamonSexy @CorruptHumanity

{How utterly annoying it was that now suddenly things began to work in your favor. Settling into the seat, features set into a faux look of concern as eyes turned upon the road. Knowing you knew my reasons were obvious, but that didn’t stop me. My desires in life propelled everything I did. Why would that suddenly change? It appeared that one of us doppelgangers was a means to an end for someone somewhere in a situation at any given time. I was merely better at getting out of said situations myself. Where Elena needed a network of people to put their lives on the line willingly. What was /so/ wrong with wanting to live? Head turning as Damon’s words caught my attention.} Oh, I’m well aware of what you would like to do, Damon. But I know you won’t. See, I know you. Death is too good for someone who took the love of your life. {As I spoke those words I knew it would hit Damon harder. The range of emotions coursing through his mind would fully sever any connection he felt to Sybil as soon as he saw Elena. Did they really think I didn’t have a back up plan? Of course I was not going to /actually/ let Elena die by my hands. I clawed my way out of hell, had friends in very high places. When I sent the man to kill Bonnie I knew Enzo would be forced to turn her. Had my ‘connection’ rework Kai’s spell in my favor. Instead of Bonnie’s mortal life keeping Elena in a slumber her immortal life now protected Elena from death by supernatural means; much like the Gilbert ring. Spotting Stefan as we approached the hospital, brows furrowed slightly. Elena must not have fully recovered yet.} There’s Stefan, maybe he has news. 

Damon Salvatore @DamonSexy

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@SpitfireTout @CorruptHumanity

Who'd have thought, the car journey wasn't that unbearable. The roads remained empty as my foot continued to press flat against the gas peddle, it wasn't like we could die. I mean given the fact we were already dead a hospital ride to the place Elena was didn't seen so bad. As your words sliced to air I let my eyes drift from the road for the briefest of moments, not bothering to answer with any smart remarks. Killing Katherine had ran though my mind more than once, all the potential ways of watching her lifeless body drift into a painful, horrific death, but still I always managed to talk myself out of it, that or she'd already worked out my plan and got her witches to work their magic. Letting my foot fall from the gas and quickly onto the break, my body slamming a little too harshly forward. Stefan's body signs were never a clear indication as to what was happening, my body soon found itself leaving the seat of the car and reaching my brothers side, my hand gripping his upper arm clenching onto the fabric of his shirt, my head dipping slightly asking a unspoken question, was she alive?? All this time I'd been waiting for Elena to awake, all this time I'd planned our future and right now it could be slipping through my fingertips and for what??

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

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@DamonSexy @SpitfireTout

[My back remained slumped against the cold stone wall. I knew at some point I'd have to go back inside the hospital and stomach the all too sterile scent of the place. That wasn't what bothered me, what did was what I would learn. Elena’s demise is something none of us wanted, each having lost so much already. I was drawn away from a whirlwind of thoughts by strong hands at my arms, a grip in which I was familiar with. Emerald eyes opened to reaffirm what I already knew, Damon was here. My gaze searching his own in a bid to seek answers, the look set within his own gaze had relief twitching beneath the surface of my skin, yet I dared not hope yet. Slipping my gaze slowly from my brother to Katherine for confirmation that my brother had in fact flipped his switch to the on position. Eyes laid once more upon Damon's visage, a single hand reaching up to clasp at his shoulder] Let's go find out together. [Fingers flexed, offering a comforting squeeze that I hoped Damon knew meant I'd be by his side, no matter what. Leading my brother forward before bringing us both to a sudden stop, without a word I glanced back over my shoulder to the dark beauty who had saved my brother. Without uttering a single word I simply offered her my free arm, whether I agreed with her methods or not they had proven successful. She had a vested interest in Elena’s future now, just like the rest of us]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

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@damonsexy @corrupthumanity

{Eyes settling upon the brothers I only had one thing in mind, a knowledge. They had a bond with each other of family that I would never have, not that I cared they denied I ever cared about either of them. I was an outcast, I was good with that. I never had time to form relationships, it was an unnecessary evil in my situation. They would only get hurt if they did so I kept everyone at arms length, made them think I didn’t care. Sometimes I thought I had grown so cold I actually didn’t care about anyone anymore. Mocha pools meeting the briefest of gazes from Stefan, a softness reaching out as if to reaffirm that which he already knew. Finally both settling into a soothing understanding as Stefan broke the silence I knew was almost deafening to Damon’s ears. Knowing what they would find as they began to turn inward toward the doors, eyes tinged with a glimmer of surprise at Stefan’s actions. A hand lightly placed upon his inner elbow leading us inward to the room where Elena lay. There we stood, three sets of eyes peering through the glass upon her as she lay. Breathing restfully but none the less alive. Lips twitching in a little wry grin as words slipped out in a low whisper.} Well would you look at that, she’s a survivor too.   

Damon Salvatore @DamonSexy

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@SpitfireTout @CorruptHumanity

The silence in itself was terrifying, like a child I was merely waiting for my brothers lips to break hoping they'd give me the news I longed to hear. I needed Elena more then I ever let myself believe and right now I needed my brother that little bit more, just to give me hope. I knew that without her the switch would soon be flipped once more, I couldn't stand loss not in this situation. Gripping hold of my brother like my life depended on it, pausing for the briefest of moments to allow Katherine to join his side, given the aid she'd just offered in pulling me back from the dark side her been by Elena's bedside didn't seem such a bad thing. With a single bob of my head I edged through the corridor of the hospital, the small flicking light at the end of the hall, my heart began to race, my mind flowing with all the images I could be facing in just a couple of seconds. Letting my eyes drop for the briefest of moments to count the panels on the floor, anything to take my mind away from what I could have to face, all because of my wrong doings. Then I heard Katherine's voice, my eyes slowly finding Elena's weak frame, from the separation of the wall I could still hear the soft sound of her heartbeat, my voice almost a mumble, "Thank you.." my voice breaking knowing the whole thanking people especially Katherine was never on my agenda in life. Clearing my voice as I edged my head back slightly, allowing my gaze to land on Katherine's "Thanks for not been selfish Katherine and actually helping me."Once again I let my palm wrap around my brothers shoulder a gentle squeeze of thanks to him, he saved Elena's life while i was too selfish to flip my switch back on "Thank you brother" deep down I owed my life to Stefan, he'd come to my aid more times then I could even begin to count, I knew his feelings for Elena still remained but never the less, he saved more than one life these last few hours, deep down even he knew that.

Stefan Salvatore @CorruptHumanity

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@DamonSexy @SpitfireTout

[The walk through the corridor was nothing short of torturous, not knowing what we would face upon reaching it's end. If the worst transpired I wasn't sure how Damon would react, on all our years I had never seen him cling to another person the way he did to Elena. She made him a better man and selfish or not I didn't want that I change. I may have had the love of the girl but he now had the love of the woman she had become. He deserved that much, if nothing else. Everything that had happened, lives lost, that was all on me. After all I was the one who had forced him to turn so long ago. He deserved a shot at happiness, at peace. Footsteps slowed as we drew close to Elena's room, the silence broken only by Katherine's words. A mossy gaze rose to peer at her slender form laying peacefully upon the bed. Noting the steady, rhythmic beat of her heart sent a wave of relief throughout me. She was safe, Damon was safe. I was taken back by my brothers words of gratitude towards Katherine, yet remained silent myself. We both had a lot to thank her for but right now I was consumed with the hope that things would be okay once more. Head tipped forward, in a gesture meaning to symbolize “you're welcome”. Words having become unnecessary at this point, I simply gave Damon a gentle nudge towards the hospital room's door. Things could be talked through later. Right now my brother should be with his girl]

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

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@damonsexy @corrupthumanity

{Eyes darted past Stefan meeting that azure gaze, those words were certainly not something I ever expected to hear, especially after my last departure.I had done horrific things yes, but horrific things had been don to me. I was not born evil, monsters are not born they are made. My gaze once more falling to Elena, the steady thrum of her heart. She would once more live the human life she wanted so desperately. Have children, grow old and die surrounded by family. Something I would never have, perhaps deep inside I was jealous. Stefan brooding as usual, he probably felt as if all of this was his fault somehow. Always playing the martyr, he and Elena were more alike than I cared to admit. The ‘poor Salvatore brothers’ destined to bring each other misery and it was my fault. But they chose to feed and turn, I did not force them, I did not compel their feelings. But it seemed Damon was to get his happy ending and perhaps one day Stefan would find one too, who knows. Was I up to something more, maybe. Maybe I only saved Elena so I could come calling in a favor later, one can never have too many people on their side. Turning to lean back against the wall, dark gaze lingering over the two before Damon slipped away into Elena’s room.} Maybe I’m not the girl you think I am, people change. {Striding off down the hall leaving them to simply be grateful over Elena. What did I care?} 

Damon Salvatore @DamonSexy

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@SpitfireTout @CorruptHumanity

I knew my brother would be breaking himself inside, he would blame himself for what I’d become and the lives I took would be on his soul, that was Stefan, blamed himself for what he’d forced me to become, I knew that was the reason why you’d always found it in yourself to try and protect me from everyone and everything. Never the less right now pushing my brother in a bid to try and make him feel less to blame for my recent behavior was at back of the list, right now I had one sick girl who needed me. With the gentle nudge of Stefan I made my exit, merely allowing him to talk or even get rid of Katherine if he so wished, clearly the two of them had conquered up this plan to get me to turn my humanity on much to my appreciation, not that I was about to thank them again. Pressing my body firmly down on the bed beside Elena’s body I let the tip of my index finger run the length of her cheek, pushing back the small strands of hair that swept her face. I could hear Katherine and my brother outside the door but right now my focus wasn’t so much on ease dropping. Simply taking Elena’s hand in my own, my full focus on her, she been my priority right now “I’m so sorry Elena. I will spend every waking hour trying to get your forgiveness. I’ll never leave you again, I promise” my words almost a whisper but a promise I fully intended to keep.

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Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

{I had told Stefan I was watching him back in 1987 at a Bon Jovi concert. What he didn't know was that that was merely a happy coincidence. Being the manipulative bitch I had become after all these years of running I took full advantage of #Jon when I managed to weasel my way into his affections. I had an eye for spotting talent. It's a gift, what can I say? After hearing the song #Runaway on a local radio station and #Jon's many visits I followed, intervened and charmed my way into the group that would later be named after the lead singer himself, Jon Bon Jovi. And was I ever right, as usual. In 1984 the band was signed onto Mercury Records recording their debut album which included the song #Runaway reaching top forty on the Billboard Hot 100. They soon found themselves opening for #Scorpions in U.S. and for #Kiss in Europe. I was hiding in plain sight, constantly traveling, living on the edge so to speak. The hoards of crowds made it easy to feed and hide what and who I truly was. I got off on the rush, though it may not have been as plush as I would like at first it, was most amusing. Then in August of 1986 #SlipperyWhenWet was released, where it spent 8 weeks at number one on the Billboard 200 album chart. Now we were talking, it was a record breaker. Up there with Michael Jackson's #Thriller album. #Jon was asked what this breakthrough to worldwide fame meant, to which he answered, "Everything is bigger, and it moves twice as fast. You're recognized twice as often." Well this was an obvious statement, #Jon was smart and solid.The whole band was wild and free, the concerts were electrifying and afterward my feast only tasted that much better. Determined to prove that the success of #SlipperyWhenWet was not a fluke, Bon Jovi released their fourth album #NewJersey in September 1988. #NewJersey peaked at number one in US, Canada, UK, Ireland, New Zealand and Australia. The album produced five Top 10 hits on the Billboard Hot 100, giving #BonJovi the record for the most Top 10 singles spawned by a hard rock album.Two of the hits, #BadMedicine and #I'llBeThereForYou", managed to reach number one. 'Bad medicine'.....With a small smirk I let out a short laugh. I wonder where that came from? You didn't really think I got everything merely on compulsion, did you? But, alas, nothing lasts forever, and the non-stop touring was taking its toll on the band. By the end of the of the New Jersey tour in 1990 Bon Jovi had 16 months of concerts under their belt and the band members were exhausted physically, mentally and emotionally. Finally going their separate ways between 1990 and 1991. And that is why I was there at that concert, not for Stefan, but for myself. Always put yourself first, for if you don't love yourself how can anyone else?}

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Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@OopsImNotCas {Constantly throwing myself to the wind like ashes, only to rise again like a phoenix was what had become my life. Maybe I wanted some peace, maybe I didn’t want to /have/ to run. I had my connections through the grapevine. Besides Klaus did get that little note from me about New Orleans. Word was some of the witches that practiced the darkest kind of magic had summoned Lucifer. They were under the impression the end of days were near. If ever there was one to cut a deal with why not him? I was a soulless vampire but I had something people would gratefully trade their souls for, immortality. He would not have to lift a finger and I could get the freedom I wanted and have fun in the process. Lips twitching with the mere inkling of mischief as hands expertly directed the vehicle over smooth blacktop. Breaching the city limits that I had been given, eyes fell to the satchel of herbs and oils gathered on the need to draw out the only one supposedly more evil than myself. Yanking the shift into park, heels meet the mixture of moonlight and neon as I checked crimson lips one last time in the side view mirror. Traipsing into the bathroom fingers crushed the satchel mixing the ingredients as lips spoke an incantation. Strutting out to the bar, mesmerizing eyes ordering a whiskey, he would know who was calling him. Whispering beneath a cool simper.} Come meet your mistress.

Lucifer. @OopsImNotCas

@SpitfireTout [I’d lost track of how many people had attempted to summon me over the years - far too many to count. Mostly idiots who’s brains could hold no information as they were so full of their own importance that it was hardly worth showing up, except to smite them. See, if I bothered to show up to a summoning and I /don’t/ like the idea you pitch me, chances are you will be dead within moments, your soul damned to spend eternity downstairs in Hell. Sometimes, it added a dash of entertainment to an otherwise boring afternoon. Then, the witch population started to…well maybe they thought they were wising up, but their dwindling numbers should have hinted otherwise - I could count on one hand how many had survived summoning me over the years. Needless to say, I wasn’t particularly impressed with this summoning, I’d been right in the middle of a good old fashioned torture session - always a delightful way to kill a few hours. Or days - I do have a tendency to lose track of time, you see. Regardless, I decided to answer this one, within seconds I had exited the confines of Hell, only to appear in front of…a brunette girl wearing red lipstick - at least she had been thoughtful enough to provide a whiskey. I tilted my head to one side as I studied her - she wasn’t even a human…or a witch….no, she was a fairly old vampire. Interesting.] What could the Elusive Katherine Pierce possibly want from The Devil?

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@OopsImNotCas {Eyes narrowed only in jest to his appearance offering the angel himself a drink. Well he was going to be /my/ angel and he was one, a fallen most beloved angel once.} I have an offer I think might be entertaining to you. {Lips lifted into the classic grin as eyes sparkled with a hint of malice.} You love playing games, collecting people’s souls, right? I like playing games too. As I’m sure you know I’m a vampire, immortality is something I’m more than sure people would gladly trade their souls for. {Fingers ever so teasingly trailing along his arm. Flattery and flirting got you everywhere and sometimes kept you from getting killed. I after all was not impervious to all means of death.} I convince people to allow me to turn them, you get souls and they still get to live forever. Or at least they think. {A conniving laughter spilling forth as hand lifted the glass allowing the sweet burn to sooth down my throat.} Once I turn them you can do as you please, or you can just sit back and collect the souls, your choice obviously. Sound enticing? {Taking another long swallow from the glass hoping I did not just waste the devil’s time and get myself killed.}

Lucifer. @OopsImNotCas

@SpitfireTout [The first thing I did was take the glass out of the vampire’s hands, head tilting ever so slightly to one side as I listen to her proposition, every now and then sipping on my drink. I almost laughed before she even finished speaking surely she must already be aware that the human soul left the body the moment it died? Vampire or not, that soul is /gone/ the moment the human life comes to an end. I simply arched a single brow when her fingers trail along my arm; I almost smited her on the spot.] Keep talking. [Don’t do it Lucifer, she may have an interesting proposition here - hold off on the smiting for just a minute. Look at that, I’ve talked myself out of being rash. I stow my free hand in the pocket of my coat so as to not accidentally end her existence. Yes, souls went on their way but if I agree to this, it ensures that all her little sirelings’ souls make their way to /me/ in Hell at the moment of their death, whether they were entitled to Heaven or not.] It’s an interesting proposition, Katherine. [Setting my now empty glass on the side.] I’m not an idiot. You are not doing this for /my/ benefit…what do you gain, if I were to agree to this little deal of yours? [Eyes narrowing as I await your response.] This best be good.

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@OopsImNotCas {Downing the remainder of my glass hand waved to order another round mindlessly a brow arching in curiosity. I thought angels were all knowing, but then again he was the devil why would he care about my existence?} Well….I no longer wish to run. It wears down my heels and those things are expensive. {An exaggerated snort escaping me, like he cared but anyway.} I have this pesky issue with a hybrid, I’m sure you have heard of them. Well him, the first one, Klaus has been on my ass for five hundred years. I figure bringing in souls for you and having a little fun on the side is much better than continuing to run and hide like a scared little kitten. {Fingers reaching out to retrieve the freshly placed glass, lifting it in toast. He had not killed me and he easily could have, maybe he found my offer interesting.} So perhaps you could take care of my little problem and I can in return bring you all the souls you desire for your entertainment. Only issue is you can’t kill him without me dying. {Swallowing thickly as eyes rounded with those words} So there’s that loophole. But you’re Lucifer I’m sure you can work around that, right? {Crimson lips lifting into the most charming simper offering him the refill. If there was one thing I was good at it was manipulating people, witches, werewolves and now sucking up to the devil himself to save my own ass.}

Lucifer. @OopsImNotCas

@SpitfireTout [The first thing I did was retrieve my refill from the bar and take a sip. I suppose it’s interesting enough a proposition, especially considering I’d be benefiting in the longer term. Of course I know who Klaus is, but I don’t really care.] Your shoes are not my problem. [Lifting my own glass toward Katherine’s for her little toast, nodding my head after taking a sip.] Okay. I’ve not had an interesting proposition for decades. [Flashes a smirk for the briefest of moments.] You have yourself a deal. [Both brows arch at her next words ~ taking out the hybrid would take her out, too? Pesky detail that would need a small amount of attention. The entire deal would be pointless if Katherine were dead.] Your life is linked to his?

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

@OopsImNotCas {Obviously I wanted to roll my eyes but this was a serious conversation, I had brought forth the devil himself. People thought /I/ was nasty? My un-dead heart pounding in my chest as his words piqued my worry only further.} Of course it’s not. {Downing a much needed drink after his glass clinked against my own, the burn almost a relief with the anguish that came from trying to make a deal with the devil. I thought I was sarcastic, I just told him our lives were linked. Did he have hair growing in his ears from old age?} They are, but I thought you could just you know, implant a false memory in his head; break the sire bond. Something of that sort. {Shrugs shoulders in a nonchalant manner. I didn’t much care how he did it just as long as my ass was covered.} It sounds like a compliant deal. {Could I really trust the devil though? I was not one to be trusted but it was really too late now was it not? What was done was done and I had to suck it up and deal with it.}

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#AUFlashbackSolo

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

{It was 1918, dressed in a silken white top, high wasted skirt; the boots tightly laced around my ankles. Chestnut curls in a perfect bun atop my head, a few cascaded down here and there. Lips off set with the perfect color of deep crimson. 

I was bold even then. After all it was the “big apple”. I had always caught eyes of many men but I knew who was who and I was a survivor. The soft light of dusk set my skin the perfect glow as I walked into one of the local gambling rooms. I had run out of funds and had my eye on a big fish. Finding one of the cocktail waitresses, compelling the young blond ;taking her uniform and sending the girl on her way home with a sever case of anxiety from the false memory I had just planted in her head.

She would never be coming back. I knew I was playing a dangerous game, if I would have been human. But I wasn’t I was sly and had the upper hand. Slipping into the woman’s uniform and applying extra rouge to the apples of my cheeks, it was always darker in those places. 

Strapping on a tray as I stepped out onto the main floor, the smoke instantly assaulting my senses. Doing as I was told gathering and delivering drinks and cigars for the men. I noticed one in particular, they all respected him and he was good; too good. As he waved me over I gave him the famous seemingly angelic smile, eyes dilating before I leaned in to whisper into his ear. 

Then on out I was “his” girl. Serving the dark haired gentlemen with whatever he needed. As the night wore on I realized he had many a hidden talent. He had a photographic memory, he was counting the cards. As the night came to a close he had won more than a substantial amount of money. And money brought security and safety. 

When the night was through I changed gladly back into my normal clothes. I was led to a rather immaculate car driven to a luxurious hotel room. Where I found out the man’s name, Arnold Rothstein. Intrigued by his talents I influenced him to keep me around. 

Though usually many woman did not get to have dealings with things such as this I was kept in the finest clothing. We never slept in the same place twice. Rothstein paved the way for many dealings between the Jewish and Italian gangs. He had professional and tutored Luciano, Johnny Torrio and of course, Meyer Lansky. 

His ideas were the building blocks that lead Luciano and Lansky to create the Commission or “Syndicate”, a cooperation of gangsters of all ethnic backgrounds. This group prevailed and made tons of money I worried for nothing; not clothes nor food nor company, or protection. 

No one had any clue where I was or suspected I would be mixed up in this sort of thing. There were parties with seemingly no end; extravagant clothes and all the booze and drugs you could ever imagine. Always so many people that I easily snuck off and fed from whenever I pleased with no one knowing the wiser. 

It was the perfect set up. Then Prohibition hit, the government banned liquor and there were no more public parties. But of course Rothstein found himself in a unique position. He was the guy responsible for importing liquor into the United States during the start of Prohibition. Without him, the flow of liquor would dry up quickly. He had accomplished the impossible; he had created job security within the underworld. 

The man was a genius in those days and the underground parties made it all that much easier for me to feed at will and no one even noticed. They were too busy getting high or drunk. The clothing had changed, looser more free. No more corset’s choking back the air, no long hair in the way of slender throats that called to me like a siren’s song. 

Alas nothing last forever. When Prohibition ended so did Rothstein’s untouchable status. Always a gambler at heart, Arnold lost over three hundred and twenty thousand dollars combined to a cadre of Californian gamblers. On top of that he had lost over one hundred thousand at the racetrack and most of his heroin shipments began to dry up or were hijacked. 

His fellow comrades were shocked when he refused to pay the debt because he believed that the game was fixed. His luck was running out. This made me nervous, his luck was my luck. 

Under the black light of noise I received a call to make sure Rothstein showed up for a card game at room 349 of the Park Sheraton Hotel located at 870 7th Avenue. Around quarter after ten, Rothstein stumbled out of the service elevator, clutching his stomach. He was taken to the hospital but never recovered from a gunshot wound to the midsection. So it was my time to move on. This was just a little slice of the pie they call life.}  #EndFlashBackSolo

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#TheBeginning

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout 

@ChivalrousAce {I was finished with my business in mystic Falls, The Salvatores and Mikaelsonsns no longer held any interest for me. Always looking for a new stomping ground, a place to be my next stepping stone; and Los Angeles was that place. A free flowing of river of lost souls looking to make it on the scenes of Hollywood. Most had no connections to their family if any at all. It would be a never ending feast and I could easily climb my way through the social ranks of society; that was my specialty. Everyone had to start somewhere. My first line of business, to fetch a meal. A rather handsome looking man that had recently been cast in a small daytime drama. Turning on the charm, this was not mystic falls no vervain I could feed on him for weeks. Being catered around to several parties I was introduced to producers and talent agents. Gathering a larger clientele for my pallet. Every night eyes webbed with spidery veins as fangs slipped past toned flesh divulging in crimson elixir her offered. Not that he was un-satisfying but since when was I ever happy with just one thing? Simply mediocre. I quickly had my fill and moved onto a more well know gentleman working for larger network. Larger parties, more elbows to rub. One such party was hosted by the executives of 20th Century Fox. Filled to the brim with all the biggest names, world renowned musicians, actors and producers. All the exquisite food and drink you could ever want. All I wanted was luxury, a life I could be sustained for a time until I would move on again. Moving through the party I quickly lost way of my date. Who cared with the vast amount of choices here? The smell of their pheromones tickling sensitive nares, blood rushing through every single body I passed. Eyes falling upon one man across the room, @ChivalrousAce. Approaching as lips turned up in a lustrous simper, eyes smiling with the charm of a knowledgeable but young lady through a fringe of heavy lashes. A conversation was struck, He had much more to offer than any other, not just luxury but charm, humor and a touch of romance. We spoke far into the night and after the party was long over, taking our own party to his lavish estate. But this was not to be the end of @ChivalrousAce and I. There was something about him, I needed more and I was not letting go until I got what I wanted.}

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Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout

(@ChivalrousAce) #Exposure {In this moment nothing mattered other than I was ravenous for blood; starving in fact. Sure there was an abundance of forgotten prey in this town of losers, primping before leaving the house. I had the best the town had to offer, handsome, charming, considerate; dare I say even loveable. Offering one last glance in the rear-view mirror before stiletto clad feet slipped from the plush interior of the car, heading into the audition studio downtown. Where else would I find such clean prey? These guys knew to keep a sharp memory and stay in shape you had to be tip top. Ryan was scheduled to be gone until the day after tomorrow. Eyes locking onto a rather disappointed brunette, tone from head to toe. Lips graced that classic simper as hand grazed his arm.} Need a friend to drink it out? There's always next time. {Eyes dilating with compulsion, I had charm but I was not going to waste my time. Of course he gladly agreed, who wouldn't? Albeit he was surprised when he saw the size of the house. I simply offered a soothing smile seeing him inside; my gums already aching as I could hear his blood pumping. Pouring the amber liquid into two tumblers I offered one to him before leading him to the couch. Allowing his frame to sink into soft cushions, both downing the drinks allowing a soothing effect.} Isn't that better? {Sauntering over as if to pour him another} To second chances. {Swiftly without another word fingers laced into cropped locks pulling his head back as teeth went straight for the carotid artery, reveling in the crimson elixir as the sweet symphony danced across my taste buds.}

Ryan @ChivalrousAce

@SpitfireTout| [The plane finally got to the terminal as I nearly bounced in my seat as excitement bubbled in my chest, Katherine was clueless to the fact I would be home early, the shoot wrapped up early and I wanted to surprise her plus I was extremely horny, unbuckling the seatbelt my hands moved quick as I grabbed the suitcase from overhead, seeing as I was the only one on board it was an easy exit until reaching the the main building, that's when the flashing started and the occasional squeal was overheard but my mind was focused on getting home to that beautiful brunette, promptly ignoring the paparazzi  on my way to the town car that was waiting with a man in a suit holding the door open, taking my suitcase once seated in the back, praying traffic wouldn't be as terrible today in this city of angels, not being able to contain my eager self I shoot Katherine a text, it read "Thinking of you" with the doughnut emoji and the finger pointing to it the car ride was much shorter than I had initially expected the reason most likely being me scrolling through some fun photos we took before I left for my little trip, hopping out of the car before the driver could get to the door impatiently rocking on the balls of my feet as he got the suitcase out, once in my grip my feet practically ran into the house, tossing the bag off to the side I stripped out of my clothes down to my boxers before searching for that sexy long legged, tanned beauty only to come to an immediate holy when I entered the living room, at first I thought she was cheating and anger boiled through my veins but a closer look I knew right away that wasn't the case] What the fuck are you doing? [the crimson liquid running down the side of his neck made the hairs on the back of mine stand up] Is that corn syrup? [hands reached up to my head as I tried to process what was going on in front of me, my voice raised an octave and my dick shriveled up as fear gripped me] What the fuck!  

Katherine Pierce @spitfiretout

@ChivalrousAce {Shrouded in such a frenzy all other senses dulled and I had not noticed Ryan arriving; startled by his sudden entrance and voice obviously alarmed by the sight of me. How could he not be? He was only human but /this/; this was not how I wanted him to find out about the supernatural or me and what I was. Satiated but mind clouded with emotion, yes I was a manipulator a deceiver but I actually had feelings for this man. He roused a hunger I thought long forgotten, a longing for something more. Moving swiftly tongue swept across plush lips as doey eyes met his gaze, wanting to smooth hands across him in a soothing manner but this was not such a good idea as he was obviously on the verge of some sort of nervous break down. How could I have made a mistake? Katherine Pierce master manipulator on way to a happy ending? Falls flat on her ass because the perfect boyfriend surprises her with an early arrival wanting to play with his kitten.} Ryan....{I was not going to compel him I knew this time I loved this man and I had to drop the manipulation} there are things you don't know. Things about the world things about me. {Lips pursed as my voice softened with a tone of seriousness.} Believe me when I say I would never hurt you, I love you.  {Behind a cool charade my mind was a furry of anger, at myself, at my past for making me the way I was today. Fear creeping within the mind of a woman that would do anything to keep what she wanted, to cover her own ass. But now was merely scared of loosing genuine love, how far had I come from the days of being the relentless vampire?}

Ryan @ChivalrousAce

@SpitfireTout [using my hand to point at the man on the couch with my jaw hanging, I didn't have any words to describe what I felt. What would I say? Taking a few involuntary steps back my eyes shift back and forth between the two her words didn't register.] Katherine- [what was I going to say? I wasn't going to lie, I was scared shitless. My heart was pounding in my ears and my forehead was beading with sweat. Eyes wide with fear and shock at the sight before me, what sane person wouldn't be terrified? Mouth was dry and I tried to swallow spit but I couldn't muster up any, the woman I loved was.. Oh god. Turning my palms pressed against the cold wall holding me up as vomit landed on the tile my stomach was still churning but eventually I got out everything I could. Wiping the back of my hand across my mouth my eyes stared at the man on the couch, I couldn't bare to look at her. Not right now even though moments ago I had been ready to plow her on that exact couch.] Why didn't you tell me? [I spoke just above a whisper never taking my eyes from the pale body on the couch. Was he alive? Should I call for an ambulance? Shaking my head I thought it would be futile. Risking a glance in her direction I hated how beautiful she was to me even after witnessing something so confusing]

Katherine Pierce @spitfiretout

@ChivalrousAce {He was in a panic, obviously finding out your girlfriend was a monster in a manner such as this was, well to say shocking was an understatement. Did he just....? The smell assaulted sensitive nares and I quickly realized I needed him to see I was not a heartless killer. That he had made me /feel/ things I long forgotten existed. Though to explain this I had to calm him first. Allowing my fangs to protrude once more, biting into my own wrist I stuck it to the man's mouth willing my blood down his throat. Using my own shirt to remove the remnants of blood from his skin as the puncture wounds healed and he roused. The shirt could be easily burned and replaced I didn't care. Eyes meeting his as compulsion took place.} You won't remember any of this. You didn't get the part. You had drinks with friends, got drunk and took a cab home. {Sending the man towards the front door with cell phone in hand as attention turned towards the fumbling mess that was my boyfriend. Drawing a deep unneeded breath as I came to stand before him, feeling as if I were baring all my sins. Voice soft and eyes laced with sincerity.} What, how was I supposed to tell you? My life started off innocently enough then one by one the things I loved were taken away from me. I became cold and ruthless using anyone to protect my own ass. I didn't have time for things like love and I almost forgot it existed in the mist of things, but you make me /feel/ again. {I felt as if I was a completely different woman in his presence than I had been in the last five hundred years. Hand reaching out to take hold of his as eye rimmed with emotion.} You make me love again. 

[spitfiretout]

Ｄ Ａ Ｍ Ｏ Ｎ. @LicentiousVile

• @SpitfireTout. • [[Katherine Pierce; heartthrob of every man with eyes, vice president of evilness and an conniving bitch to boot. She was Satan in heels who'd send you into a heavenly euphoria and then shoot you down with a gleam in her doe eyes and a twitch of ruby red lips. Everyone that she encounters, no matter how fleeting, would remember her and crave her – she would never be a face in the crowd that you forgot about the second she went past. I often, when my anger ceased enough, thought of the girl she had once been before the thing she became slithered in. She had been Katerina Petrova. I had found out, once my searching for her led me to Bulgaria, that she had been fickle but sweet. I learned of her downfall from the pedestal she coveted, the baby that was stolen from her and how she had been cast out by her family after the disgrace; babies being born out of wedlock carried a harder and far more harsh punishment than it does now. None of her innocence remained, the diabolic thing that pervaded her had hallowed her out and sat proudly in her shell. Would I have loved her if she had been Katerina and not Katherine? In times when I am truthful to myself, I accept what I have always known - I loved Katherine Pierce not not Katerina Petrova. And I hated myself for it. control the thirst but I was never stated, I needed more, I needed her. And I hated her for it. She had become my obsession, I devoured all information about her that I could learn through torture or compelling but yet I remained famished. I had tracked her across continents and finally, I had found her almost 143 years after the last time I had seen her. She had once again hoodwinked herself into the grandest manor in town. My first glimpse of her sent me through a flurry of emotions in typical Katherine fashion, she wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary merely pouring herself a drink from the liquor cabinet near the bay window. She raised the glass to her lips and I watched her satisfaction at the vintage like a man parched being offered water. Despite my very soul screaming at me to take that short walk up the gravel path and see her, to fall to my knees and forsake every intent to harm her; my anger was too great. It was unsurprising that seeing her would end up in a sacrifice of an innocent. Her name, I was to find out from headlines in the days that passed, was Charlie Richards; fresh out of Harvard. She had a promising future as a doctor or at least she did, before she committed the crime of being at the wrong place at the wrong time. The place? Walking home after a night shift at the local hospital. The time? When I was fuelled with anger towards my ex lover and primed to start a fucking fire. She tasted sweet like a cool cider on a summers afternoon, I drained her and automatically wanted more. I refrained. I had pondered how to signal my arrival to Katherine and considered this a subtle way. ‘Don't you miss my blue eyes’ was scrawled upon the bleached planks of her porch in the girls blood. Crimson on alabaster, like her lipstick. I left with nothing more than two short raps at the door, I was madly in love with Katherine Pierce and now it was time for her to bear witness to my insanity.]]

Katherine Pierce @spitfiretout

@LicentiousVile {I was known to some for being deceiving, conniving and selfish. I had my charms and they served me well. Though from time to time I had thought back on the raven haired beauty that chased me with such bravado for life that it made me want more, a zest that fed into the darkness that had consumed me in vampirism. Lingering underneath was a tinge of the young girl that had her life changed forever, the once innocent Katerina Petrova. But I was Katherine Pierce, I was a survivor a master manipulator that always got what she wanted. My past stayed in my past, running I was good at covering my tracks. I didn't have time for fickle things such as love. Always throwing myself to the wind like ashes, only to rise again like a phoenix. Enjoying the finest life had to offer. Why would I not? I came from nothing and compulsion could never hurt, they knew none the wiser. I was a queen in my own right, and this, this was /my/ throne. I made my own way and took what I needed, wanted. Coffee hues soaked in the view from the bay window that was for the time what I called home. The eternal burn of amber liquid fanning the flames of smoldering embers that lay laden within my soul. Suddenly distracted by swift knocks upon the elaborate wooden door. Eyes etched through the glass catching glimpse of contrast, head craning before stepping past the threshold to soak in the entire scene. Scrolled upon the perfectly kept wooden porch in crimson "Don't you miss my blue eyes"} Damon..... {A sense of nostalgia swept across as the name fell from perfectly painted lips. As if it were 1864 again. Almost craving to see that face, the bravado he brought, fingers lifting to meet parted lips.} My sweet innocent, Damon. Not so sweet. Let the games begin, shall we?{Returning to my room merely pulling sheer blinds, I knew he had to be lurking close. No way was Damon Salvatore going to leave a calling card and leave. I would merely feed into what ever hatred he was reveling in, drawing him near until we could again fan the flames of those unkempt embers that faded long ago.}

Ｄ Ａ Ｍ Ｏ Ｎ. @LicentiousVile

• @SpitfireTout. • [[Damon. She whispered my name like a lover, the single word carried on a cold gust of wind, it swirled around me like her perfume – I could almost taste it, bittersweet on my tongue. I almost bounded forwards but held back scolding myself for acting like an eager puppy greeting its owner from work. Did she own me? I guessed in part she did, I retained my hold on the boy who fought for his country and loved his brother and was full of life; she held in her palm the darkness I became, the cold and unforgiving beast. I was a candle in the night, protected from a storm by my stone heart but every time I heard her name, it chipped away just a tiny bit. I stood by the wall of the alleyway across from her, head leaning against the wall as I kept my gaze transfixed on her; don't look away, Damon, you might miss her. She challenged me and I briefly wondered if she spied me from afar but then who was I to act as if she didn't know me inside and out. After all, she rearranged my organs until my breath caught and my chest hurt. But she was cat and I was a ball of yarn, unraveling before her until I bore all my sins for all to see. I saw her lips tilt in a knowing smile and I hated her, hated her, hated her. Fingers grasped at the brickwork, curling in until I felt sharp twinges of pain, I hated her. She retreated, her spoken acknowledgement was her first move and just from seeing her, I had lost a rook; my fingers bled. I watched her move through the house until she reached her bedroom, I could see her silhouette against the sheer curtains, I took the bait and gazed up at the window a while longer – I hated her. I would slink back to the house where the members lay dead strewn across the floor like a ripped up love letter, I would sit in a chair and drink my woes away until I succumbed to darkness; I would ignore Stefan's call. I would think, replay and pause on her smile, would she smile like that for my brother? Another rook tittered on its edge, threatening to fall. I had to make my move, one in the form of a teddy bear; you say it aloud and it's laughable. But I had spent four years trying to secure a toy like this one, a Bulgarian stuffed animal that gained its popularity in the early 1500 – a simple soft bear with bright blue plastic eyes, a bear that a little girl would have adored. It lay, out of place in this young couples home, before the front door, it's throat torn open and white stuffing bursting out. The rook stopped its swaying, settling on the board as if it had never been at danger of falling.]]

Katherine Pierce @spitfiretout

@LicentiousVile {There was always a tinge of light and dark behind every mask, did we all not wear masks? Pretend to be someone we are not? Of course I knew he was lurking somewhere near buy, only to beckoned by an elusive ghost of what he once saw me as. An innocent girl with enchanting laughter that played upon whimsical summer breeze. Enticed by my darker side he had become dangerous, though not at first, he was a romantic at heart. Loyal like a dog, but ruthless like the great black shadow that had shrouded his soul. Waking lips twitched with a fury of a woman scorned. Memories of past mixed with present. It didn't not take too much of an effort to dig into records, finding #Damon's old friend's linage. Oscar, the one who convinced him to stop fighting for something he didn't believe in. He wanted his country united not divided. Lips etching with a twist of malice, how innocent he was then compared to how we both were now. Twisted as the branches of the black locust tree. He had a small linage of ancestors not far from here, a quaint house. Only two families. One with two children the other with three. At this moment in time I had no care for how they related to anyone beside how it would benefit me, what I needed. In the mid of day I merely made way into the home of the first, compelling that I was a historical researcher interested in their linage. Invited in I was shown family keepsakes and insisted upon meeting the other half of the family, it being so small. Once they were gathered the real Katherine came out. Compulsion took over forcing them all to remain still, I was ravenous. I didn't want them to suffer, they had done nothing to me, but Damon didn't need to know I killed them quickly. Bodies fell where they may as beautiful streams of crimson painted the boring beige and rose colored walls. Merely dragging the youngest girl to the bathroom as to draw attention, sanguine painted lips pressed a kiss to the glass. Leaving a calling card for the blue eyed devil. Back home a glass of whiskey in hand and a smirk painted upon lush lips as my handy work was plastered all over the news.} Game on, lover.

Ｄ Ａ Ｍ Ｏ Ｎ. @LicentiousVile

• @SpitfireTout. • [[She had bestowed a fairytale upon them; not the one you tell too soothe a babe to sleep about a magical Godmother granting wishes but the ones about those that cut off their heels and toes to fit a glass slipper. A kiss upon a mirror, a message, it was for me. Fingers gripped around the neck of a Bourbon bottle, swaying slightly through the throng of bloodbags, I craved their blood, their lives that they blissfully lived without Katherine Pierce. She was damnation and all the Hail Mary’s in the whole of the Sistine Chapel wouldn't save you from the fiery pit. Bloodshot eyes noticed my target; the woman who owned the house where my ex flame currently resided. I wanted to turn her to ash, cast her to a storm and dance through the polluted rain. I gracefully approached, despite my inebriation and with a glimmer of oceanic irises and a curve of my lips, she's mine. She follows me in a daze through the humdrum of the vibrant streets, not realizing that every alleyway we passed was a potential grave. Stepping into a secluded corner, fingers curled around her belt loops and I dragged her towards me; she giggled, I smiled a grin of imp like pleasure, she screamed as I bore my fangs to the moonlight. As I drank, I thought of Katherine, no doubt she would notice her companions disappearance and come looking for her corpse. I breathed in, cheap perfume and a scent long forgotten; like roses, dead and wilted. She thudded to the ground, my booted sole shoving her away from me in disdain and I wiped my mouth. I had already vacated the house where I had been staying, the stuffed toy still abandoned upon the threshold. Crouching, I flicked out a pen knife, carving the address into alabaster skin as a crude message to Katherine. Then, tucking hands into pockets, a picture of ease, I rejoined the swelling masses Katherine was a viper, her poison coursing through my veins, I would spit out venom in my twisted notions of love.]]

Katherine Pierce @spitfiretout

@LicentiousVile {I had no doubts Damon would receive the message loud and clear. There would be retribution in typical Damon fashion, he had learned from a most venomous woman after-all. His innocence enraptured by the darkness of vampirism and the fleeting memories I had left imprinted upon him. That summer like an evanescent memory out of a 18th century romance novel. How I was able to wrap them around my little fingers but Damon, Damon never needed compulsion. And now when I was bored he came to me bringing a gift of this little game. Chocolate irises roused in curiosity, #Claudia had not returned. She would never leave and not tell me, Damon. Summer's air was sticky with humidity crossing every dark lane, knowing either could be her grave. The sent of her perfume tingling sensitive nares, face fell to find her strewn across the dirty blacktop like roadkill. An address carved most eloquently. What Damon didn't realize was I didn't care about her, I had already compelled the next person in line to let me stay in the home. Though he was no longer the loyal pup, he was ruthless as an innocent looking shrew. Hypnotic blue eyes and a charming smile with a paralyzing bite that will devour you. Arriving at the address I find not Damon but a teddy bear, stuffing askew but I recognized this bear. The type that was popular in Bulgaria in the early 1500's. With plastic blue eyes, the type my daughter that was taken from me would have played with. The daughter I never found. Bloodied bodies strewn across the floor in a careless fashion. Is this why Damon chose this house, or because of one stupid toy? I would find Damon, I would kill Damon and I would move on. Fingers dug into broken faux fur before dropping to the ground, smoldering embers ignited by his game as heels clicked down the wooden planks of the porch. Scanning the darkness tinged with the scent of bourbon.} Come out come out my little blue eyes.

Ｄ Ａ Ｍ Ｏ Ｎ. @LicentiousVile • [[@SpitfireTout.]] •

[[Stefan had once told me that Katherine was incapable of love, she was purgatory dressed as paradise and she would never do a single thing that did not benefit her. I had dreamed of brutally murdering her a thousand times but I had saved her a thousand times more. Sometimes, I allowed myself to wonder whether she had ever loved me only to discard the stupid thought a second later. It was always Stefan, always. I was just a passing fancy, something to occupy her lonely hours when she didn't want to be hanging on Stefan's arm like a desperate puppy. But she wasn't standing before my brother now, in a decrepit house unworthy of her stature with dust coating her heels; she was here for me and me alone. My head rolled around the corner to allow me to lounge against the doorway leading into the small kitchen, my lips quirked in a slight smirk.]] Hello, lover. Did you miss me?

Katherine Pierce @SpitfireTout 

@LicentiousVile {I was a woman of harshness, intent and relentlessness. But as eyes scanned upon the tattered scene a malice filled the empty void; tinged with a hint of reminiscence as dark optics lifted at the smooth voice to meet a piercing gaze.} It seems that you have missed me. {Crimson lips as cool as ever lifted into a perfectly poised simper as stiletto clad feet strode over; eyes gleaming through the undertone of hidden emotions roused by this little game.} You're a psychopath and that's my line. Is this supposed to hurt my feelings? {Now holding one of the bears eyes coated in blood, it now merely reminded me of his and I was not one to show weakness, not now. Not that I could not love; it was that I was not one to be told or coerced into anything. Much less admitting my feelings for a man.} It appears someone has been doing some serious research. {Brows lifting in mused curiosity as a perfectly manicured finger traced a stern jaw; smell of bourbon laced over blood stained lips.} Awe, is someone obsessed? Maybe you should have tried asking, lover. {The word lover drawn out as it rolled off the tongue and spilled easily from full lips; eyes gleaming teasingly beneath a fan of thick lashes. A woman never without her charm.}

[spitfiretout]

#AUFlashback

{I had always been good at keeping myself in a position to find what I needed, never did I have to be without. It was 1966 and drugs and rock were all the rage. I had compelled myself a “cake job” at Elektra Records. One day in through the doors walked Jim Morrison and his buddies. They called themselves The Doors. I knew Jim was very intelligent after talking to him for only a brief time. 

The company signed them and shortly after in January 1967 they released their first single. “Break on Through” though with moderate success. Of course I became close to Jim and started spending time with him regularly. He was highly achieved in writing and not so easily blinded to the darkness that was me, in fact I think he liked it. 

Later it was their second single, “Light My Fire,” which catapulted the band to the forefront of the rock and roll world, reaching No. 1 on the Billboard Hot 100 Singles Chart. 

That was when things got really crazy for them. They became infamous, Jim especially. Later that year when they performed the song live on The Ed Sullivan Show.  Because of its obvious drug reference, Morrison had agreed not to sing the lyric “girl we couldn’t get much higher” on the air, but when the cameras rolled he went ahead and sang it anyway; cementing his status as rock and roll’s new rebel hero. 

If people had any idea what he was really into. The wild sex, the drugs and the dark allure that surrounded the both of us. It was more than just survival with him, it was pure exhilaration. He had times of wanting an escape, to try and settle thinking he wanted a normal life like everyone else. I didn’t care. I knew he would come back he always did.

Girls came and went but I was the high he could never get enough of; the two time love that begged for more. And he loved every reminiscent moment of pain and pleasure. His life was a full mixture of darkness and disillusion. He reveled in it, drew his passion from it. Though through his drug educed rage I saw his passion for life; his intelligence, never once did I try to change what he wanted. I merely accepted the man before me as we slipped into an oblivion of mind numbing bliss. 

His rush was like none other as he accepted me as well, asking nothing in return as slender fingers threaded into overgrown locks and razor sharp canines pierced salty flesh, sweet crimson dancing across my taste buds as blown pupils drown in my own ecstasy. I’m sure to all others as well as him it was only a blur. The fast life; the tours, all the women, the drinking and drugs. But eventually all must come to an end. 

Jim  took time off from The Doors in the spring of 1971 and moved to Paris. I kept tabs on him however. I was sad to hear that he had been found dead in the bathtub of his apartment, apparently of heart failure.  Though I have my own speculations on what really happened. I suppose it’s like they say; in death you find the peace you seek in life. Maybe he found what he wanted all along.}