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Getting to New Orleans he was in awe of the city. The Quarter was were the most notable witches of the city were said to reside though he didn't know who exactly he was looking for. A coven in New Orleans wasn't exactly super descriptive but they say you get what you pay for. The witch who'd told him about the New Orleanss coven seemed rather pissed with his leaving before the sun rose but they'd both gotten what they wanted out of it so he didn't see why it mattered.
The sights, sounds and smells were like nothing he had ever experienced before. Though given that a large amount of his life had been spent being experimented on in a basement it was no surprise he wasn't better traveled. Though he did have the intention of going to Cape Horn someday but that trip wouldn't be until after Damon was returned.
Music seemed to bleed from the city as a man on one corner played the saxophone and a woman on another played the bongo drums. People were laughing merrily as they walked the streets oblivious to the monsters which walked among them. Of course the vampires were said to have been removed from the Quarter so he wasn't exactly sure what kind of reception he would get.
Post by Katherine Pierce on Oct 20, 2014 19:57:34 GMT -6
Katherine spun the pendant in her hand as she stared at the directions on her phone. It would be easy to get to Niklaus' compound, but getting in would be a different story. The doors were locked, or so everyone said, and since she didn't have her vamp strength to help break the lock she was shit out of luck. She wondered briefly if Davina could break the lock, and then thought better of it; the less Niklaus knew the better.
She let out a breath, and tucked her phone back into her bag. She'd worry about that later. Right now she was going to enjoy her time alive, and nothing was going to put a cloud of her head. With a little smile, she turned, heading back down the street. She paused briefly as something caught her eye, or more accurately someone.
"Meow..." she muttered under her breath, arching a brow slightly.
The street was blocked off as a group of street performers set up. The small sign read Dragon Master Showcase, as seen on America's Got Talent. He had no idea who they were or what America's Got Talent was but he was rather curious as they moved a large mat to the middle of the street.
Stopping on the edge of the circle that had been created he crossed his arms over his chest as he watched them finish setting up. One grabbed a microphone and began talking asking everyone to take a few steps back for their own safety, he nearly snorted at that. If one of the humans hit him on accident it would only hurt them.
Feeling eyes on him he scanned the crowd but didn't see anyone who stood out. Turning his head he spotted a face that caused shock to spread across his face. Why was Elena here in New Orleans? Last he heard she was attempting to go to school and continue her life.
The woman who was staring at him didn't show any recognition that she knew him and her hair, make up and attire were different than any he'd seen Elena wear. The last person he'd heard of looking like Elena was Katherine but he'd been told she was dead. Well dead and had apparently been much, much more fun.
Post by Katherine Pierce on Oct 20, 2014 21:03:54 GMT -6
Katherine smirked slightly when the man she'd been eying turned around. The look of shock and confusion on his face intrigued her. She pursed her lips, and twirled a lock of hair around her finger. She raised a brow at him, and then jerked her head to the side slightly, an invitation for him to follow her as she turned and slowly started back down the street. She'd never seen him before, but from his look he obviously knew her...or at least someone who looked like her.
Her smirk widened slightly as she heard footsteps behind her as she turned to enter a store that had a variety of masquerade masks. She picked one up, examining it slightly. It reminded her of the one that she had wore to that boring ball that the Salvatore boys had attempted to kill her at.
"So...you obviously think you know who I am," she said finally. "Care to introduce yourself, or do I need to guess?" She didn't look over her shoulder as she put the mask back, but the smugness and confidence that was written over her face was evident in her voice.
Never had he found Elena attractive but there was something about the reckless attitude the woman seemed to have that he found interesting. Ah yes that lip purse and hair twirl was definitely not Elena which meant somehow this was more than likely the dead doppelganger. He’d only ever heard her voice on the phone and at the time he’d thought she was Elena and now that he could see her he could understand how the mistake could easily be made.
Glancing back to the street performers setting up he knew he had to make a decision and fast. If he lost Katherine he could also very well loss the only ally he might have in this city. Turning away from the men as they began to preform he followed the brunette who was obviously waiting on him.
As she stepped into a store his left brow rose in question before continuing into the store as well. “Why hide such a pretty face love?” He asked motioning to the mask in her hand as she began to speak.
“Oh I don’t think I know who you are, I do know who you are darling, though how your alive has me curious.” The woman obviously seemed to think she knew who he was and now that he’d spoken maybe she did. “Oh come on love, do guess I enjoy a good guessing game.” A smirk grew on his face aware of just how smug she seemed to be. Though according to Damon she was used to getting her way.
Post by Katherine Pierce on Oct 20, 2014 21:39:55 GMT -6
Katherine finally looked up, and turned to face him. She placed the mask back onto the table, and leaned back against the table. Crossing her arms over her chest, she looked him over briefly. The accent was pricking at her mind, as was the voice. It clicked a moment later, and she opened her mouth slightly to run her tongue over her teeth.
"Damon's friend," she said after a moment. "I'm afraid I didn't quite get to meet you." Her smirk melted into a seductive smile as she let her eyes trail over him. "Too bad..."
She raised her gaze to meet his, raising a brow. "Well? Did I guess it right?"
Of course now her guard was up. If he was indeed Damon's friend, then he could potentially be an enemy. A vampire enemy that she didn't need right now.
It was obvious the wheels in her head were spinning as she looked him over. His appearance really wouldn’t help her in this matter though since she’d never actually laid eyes on her and he’d only seen Elena. It was almost like a light bulb went off as her face lite up as she seemed to put the pieces together.
“Damon’s friend is such a boring and overly long name. You can call me Enzo.” She was very right on the fact that they hadn’t met but at the time she’d taken over Elena’s body. Of course given the stories he’d heard she seemed like a friend he would have rather liked to have. Like the wicked, seductive twin to Elena without the annoying goody-two-shoes attitude.
The seductive smile mixed with the very slow once over made him shift slightly. “Score one point Katherine. Though how are you alive?”
He racked her over with a curious look given that Bonnie had pulled himself and many others out but he’d never seen Katherine on the other side. Moving forward he walked a small circle around her looking her over from head to toe. “Curious.” He muttered.
Post by Katherine Pierce on Oct 20, 2014 22:01:23 GMT -6
"Right, Enzo..." Katherine practically purred his name, raising a brow slightly. She cocked her hip out slightly, raising a brow as he began to circle around her. She turned her head to watch him, over 500 years of experience teaching her not to let a vampire out of your sight if you could help it. Not that she could do much if he decided to act.
"I've been around for over five hundred years," she spoke, her voice a mixture of smugness and condescending. "I can't be put down that easily."
The fact that a witch had brought her back was going to be kept a secret until she knew his motive and reasoning behind knowing. She crossed her arms over her chest.
"Why are you in New Orleans?" She paused, then let out a disgusted breath. "Please tell me that Damon isn't here."
The tone she said his name in was hard to miss and there was something about her that made her many times more attractive than Elena but she just wasn’t his type. Bad girls had never really interested him much no matter the packaging they were wrapped in. It also didn’t escape his notice that every time he moved her head turned more to follow his movements.
“Oh you were put down, you just didn’t stay that way.” Her words did pique his curiosity though since it was obvious she thought herself much smarter than him and was keeping a secret. “And you don’t look a day over one hundred and fifty.” He teased leaning to whisper the words in her ear.
Moving away from her he looked around the store at all the very colorful masks along with other trinkets and knickknacks that were sold there. None of it was anything he would buy or compel someone for. Though to him most material positions were junk and there was little worth owning but after spending close to a century with nothing more than the clothes on his back he was a rather simple man.
The expression on his face turned unsure as he looked at her after she spoke of Damon. “Damon’s dead. Which brings me to why I’m in New Orleans. I need to find a coven of witches. I’ve heard stories of girls coming back from the dead after a ritual and I need to see if they can tell me anything about the other side.” Because everyone else told him it was gone and everyone there destroyed and he needed some small hope to hold on to and he was hoping to find that in New Orleans.
Post by Katherine Pierce on Oct 20, 2014 22:25:30 GMT -6
"Aw, aren't you so sweet," she spoke in reply. She watched him with interest as he seemed to examine the store with an uninterested expression. Of course being locked in Whitmore College as an experiment for what seemed like eternity, she guessed she could understand.
Katherine stiffened at Enzo's reveal that Damon was dead. She turned to face him, her jaw locked as she kept her breathing calm. She swallowed, raising her brows slightly.
"Dead? What do you mean dead?" She asked, calmly. Because did he mean dead or did he mean dead? She didn't care about Damon. After the torture he'd caused as she lay dying, she would have gladly staked him herself, but Stefan would have taken the loss of his brother hard.
"I was brought back by a witch," she said finally. "I don't know where she is or who she was. She brought me back for...a distraction. As for the other witches...good luck. They'll kill you on sight."
It was a lie, but she wasn't about to thrust Davina at Enzo. She hadn't known Enzo much, but she still understood that he was about as reckless as Damon had been if not more.
Though Katherine tried to hide her emotions it was easy to catch her change in breathing and heart rate. Damon had held out hope for Katherine, he’d lived to find her and be with her again and though he didn’t know what happened between the two he knew it didn’t end in a happily ever after. Much as Maggie and revenge had been his hope to keep him going Katherine that been a portion of Damon’s.
“I mean he died and crossed through Bonnie. The other side crumbled and Bonnie and Damon never crossed back over. You may not care about Damon but he’s my best friend and I will get him back. I’m not asking for you to care or for you to help. For all I know you’d do a jig on his grave if he had one.” Which was the truth since it was obvious there had been no love lost between the two.
“He loved you, you were the hope that kept him going but given all the stores I’ve heard I don’t think you could ever love anyone other than yourself.” He said keeping his voice even and calm since Katherine might be pretty but her looks were the only good thing about her.
“You know there are subtle clues on when a person is lying, their heart rate, breathing, tone, and eyes. I don’t like to be lied to Katherine. You know who brought you back.” He didn’t know about the witches killing him on sight but so far none had tried so that seemed debatable but he knew she was lying about not knowing the witch. “I’m not in the city to hurt anyone. I just have questions and when they’re answered whether I like the answers or not I’ll leave the city.”
Post by Katherine Pierce on Oct 20, 2014 22:53:27 GMT -6
Katherine let out a harsh breath, glaring at Enzo. She had cared about Damon once upon a time, but a century changed people. Hearing the same condescending bullshit about her being the thing Damon held onto, she forced herself not to roll her eyes. She tilted her head slightly, and smiled.
"Enzo...I know your type..." she pause then. "You're...a me type. You'll ask your questions, get your answers, and depending on her answer you'll snap her neck. And I'm definitely not going to throw you at a sixteen year old girl who already has two very angry Originals on her tail."
She paused, then rolled her eyes slightly. "She can't help you anyways. I wasn't on the other side...I was in Hell. Two entirely different places. If the other side collapsed with Damon in it? It's probably best to just count your losses and move on."
Maybe if Katherine had been in the hell that was Whitmore House with them she would understand how important hope was. How truly important to Damon she had been but it was obvious she was used to people using the way Damon left about her to hurt or try and manipulate her. Though he didn’t care what she thought he was merely stating fact.
“Well love I haven’t liked any of the answers I’ve gotten so far and everyone who’s given them is still alive. I’m not looking for words spoken in fear I’m looking for the truth and threats don’t change fact.” She may think she knew him but she only knew of him and yes he had a temper but he didn’t just go around killing people when he didn’t like what they had to say.
“The most powerful witch in New Orleans is a sixteen year old girl?” He asked in disbelief as he stared at Katherine but there were no indicators that she was lying this time. That and if two Originals were in the city he’d rather avoid them at any cost.
If Katherine was in hell than maybe Damon and Bonnie had ended up somewhere else as well? He had no proof of that but he owed them both and he wasn’t too proud to admit it. “Dead witches were communing with the living before the other side fell. I don’t believe it’s as cut and dry as you make it sound. Nor do I give up hope on the people I care about. So no Katherine I won’t cut my losses but somehow I’m not surprised that’s your advice.”
Post by Katherine Pierce on Oct 20, 2014 23:11:29 GMT -6
"I wouldn't necessarily call her the most powerful," Katherine scoffed. She was after all, just a sixteen year old girl. She watched his face briefly. She saw the brief change in his expression at the mention of the originals. She smiled after a moment.
"But she is powerful, and currently in the hands of Niklaus. The hybrid Original? I'm sure you've heard of him. So...by all means. Why don't you just waltz right up to his home and ask him if he'll let you borrow her?"
She shrugged slightly. "I hear he is cranky right now, so I wouldn't suggest it. After all...the bite from a werewolf is deadly...and I doubt he'd be nice enough to offer his blood."
Katherine pause, and then. "As for the other witches...like I said. They are more likely to kill you on sight than speak to you. There is a bit of a turf war going on right now, or so I hear. But for what its worth? I am sorry for your loss...vaguely."
Her phone rang suddenly, alerting her to a text. She pulled her phone from her bag, and raised a brow. She placed it back into her bag, and smile again.
"Well...that is my cue to leave. I'd say I hope you find what you're looking for, but quite frankly...I don't care."
She didn't wait for his answer, turning to walk out of the store.