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Post by Katherine Pierce on Nov 21, 2014 23:31:32 GMT -6
Katherine let out a breath, rubbing her hand against her forehead as she scrubbed at the blood on the floor. Emma had warned her not to touch Reno's blood with her bare hands so she had gloves on. Elijah and Reno were out in the city as per Klaus' request to make sure that Esther was aware her plan had failed. It was just as well. Elijah was awake, but he wasn't right. His memories were scrambled and sometimes he knew her as Katerina, and the next moment she was Katherine.
He was in love with Katerina, but Katherine was nothing but a manipulative whore. She sighed heavily, sitting back on her haunches. Pulling her gloves off she tossed them into the trash bag that was full of debris from Reno and Klaus' fight. She needed a break, and cleaning seemed to be something she could to distract herself from the ache that was blossoming in her chest.
"I didn't lock Emma back up...she's out with Reno and Elijah," she spoke. She was getting better at sensing him when he entered the room. "Get angry at me if you want, I'm beyond caring at the moment."
Post by Klaus Mikaelson on Nov 21, 2014 23:42:11 GMT -6
He remained locked away in his quarters for hours. It wasn't until he heard the soft sounds of something downstairs. As he listened closer, he could hear scrubbing, sighing and Katherine's heartbeat. No one else was around and he'd suggested to Reno earlier, before their fight, that he should take Elijah out to make appearances. He apparently took his advice because the house was silent.
Sighing, he stood and looked around at the mess he'd caused in his rampage on his paintings. One of the broken ones was of Katherine from long ago. Elijah had said some hurtful things to her when he'd come to, only softening when he recognized her as Katerina. It was as if she were two separate people in Elijah's mind.
Moving down the stairs slowly, he looked at all the damages and listened to Katherine speaking. He shrugged, "I think I can agree with you on the not caring anymore." He took a seat on the bottom step. "I lost my temper...again." He looked down at the floor as his arms rested on the tops of his legs.
Post by Katherine Pierce on Nov 21, 2014 23:52:29 GMT -6
Katherine rolled her eyes slightly, and then moved to stand up. She picked up the bag, tying the strings together. She set the bag back down onto the floor, running her fingers through her hair. She sighed softly, and then moved to sit down on the bottom step next to him. She threaded her fingers together, and rested her forehead against her hands.
"You always lose your temper. That is like saying the sky is blue," she muttered, her voice flat and annoyed. She sighed again, and rubbed her thumbs against her nose. She licked her lips, and raised her head. She was tired, and she just wanted all of this to be over.
Post by Klaus Mikaelson on Nov 22, 2014 12:31:05 GMT -6
He smirked and gave a small chuckle. "It seems to be what I'm best at." He hung his head and lost his smirk as his face turned serious. "I let him get to me." He admitted and closed his eyes, swallowing hard. "And because of that I almost lost my brother."
He shook his head and stood, needing a distraction from it all. With his speed, he grabbed all of the bags and disposed of them outside, rushing around the room like a blur as he cleaned. She'd done most of it but he finished. The wall would have to be repaired later as would the stairs. Walking back over to her at human pace as he dried his hands with a dishrag, he looked down at her. "I know Elijah isn't himself and I will make sure I get him back. Don't let his words get to you."
Post by Katherine Pierce on Nov 22, 2014 12:35:29 GMT -6
Katherine looked up briefly as he sped out of the room, finishing what she had started. She scoffed slightly as he told her not to let Elijah's words get to her.
"For his words to affect me I'd have to care," she spoke. "And I could really careless about his opinion of me."
It was a lie. It was always a lie. Niklaus, Hayley, Emma, Reno, hell even Stefan...their opinions never bothered her because she didn't care. Elijah...she did care. She had always cared.
Post by Klaus Mikaelson on Nov 22, 2014 13:05:39 GMT -6
He have her a soft smirk. "Of course you don't. That's exactly how I feel about whether others opinions of me. It's pointless to care, isn't it? Caring only brings forth pain, and you are obviously not in any." He taunted her, seeing the obvious pain in her eyes as she spoke and hearing her voice crack with each lie leaving her mouth.
He slowly walked over to the bourbon cabinet and poured himself a glass, downing it and slamming it down on the counter of the kitchen as he looked out the window. It was raining lightly outside and the clouds were gloomy, reflecting his own mood.
Post by Katherine Pierce on Nov 22, 2014 13:14:29 GMT -6
Katherine squared her jaw, glaring at Niklaus. She moved across the room to join him. She watched him pour himself another glass, and then reached over to slip the glass from his fingers. She tipped her head back, downing the contents. Sliding the glass back towards him once she finished she shrugged.
"Nope...no pain here. I stopped caring centuries ago...easier that way. Only opinion that matters is my own."
Because if she told enough lies, eventually she could convince herself it was truth.
Post by Klaus Mikaelson on Nov 22, 2014 13:24:39 GMT -6
He was about to drink his bourbon when she took it from him and he glared, smirking as he got another glass and refilled it. Refilling the one she stole, he lifted his glass in a toast.
"To not caring..." He said before clinking glasses with her and downing the smooth liquor. Both of them knew the unspoken words...they both cared--deeply. Cared do much it was destroying them slowly. Being monsters was just a way of dealing.
Post by Katherine Pierce on Nov 22, 2014 13:31:30 GMT -6
"To not caring," she echoed him, draining the glass. She closed her eyes as the liquid burned down her throat, and then let out a breath. She spun the glass against the counter top, glaring at it.
"It won't last...whatever Reno is doing? It's taking a tol on the both. You can see it. It won't last and then...we're back to where we were. Elijah unconscious and your mother winning...again."
She raised her glass to her lips as he poured her another drink. She could already feel it start to affect her, and she scoffed at herself. She was such a lightweight as a human.
Post by Klaus Mikaelson on Nov 23, 2014 12:06:48 GMT -6
He listened to her and shook his head as he poured more alcohol for the both of them. "Well, aren't you such a Debbie Downer. What happened to the bright side, or have you finally come to your senses?" He smirked, taking a large drink of his drink.
As he set it down against the counter, his eyes remained locked on his glass. "I will not let her win. I swear it on all that I am that she will not take my brother or my Hope." He, of course, meant his daughter...but Katherine didn't know she was still alive. He couldn't trust her with that knowledge yet. Looking back over at her, he lifted another full glass for her to take and grinned, "To being victorious over the Wicked Witch of the Quarter, may a house...or ten...fall on her." He joked, giving her a wink.
Post by Klaus Mikaelson on Nov 23, 2014 18:03:24 GMT -6
He heard her words, and agreed. "I consider myself a realist as well. I would pay a demolition company to drop a house on that bitch." He said with anger fueling his words. She took the bottle of bourbon and headed for the adjoining room where the couch was and he grabbed his glass to follow. Drinking the remaining liquid in his glass, he moved his hands around as he spoke.
"So I am sure we are both in agreement that my mother has to die, preferably a slow, painful, permanent death. Do you have any traveler magic that could help me in this conquest?" He asked as he took a seat next to her.
Post by Katherine Pierce on Nov 23, 2014 18:08:58 GMT -6
Katherine shifted to drape her legs over his lap as she rested her back against the arm of the couch. She leaned forward broefly to refil his glass, and then tipped her head back slightly to take a drink straight from the bottle.
"Yes...and I'll experiment some more to see if I can combine some things. There is...one little thing."
She took another drink, and raised a brow at him. Licking her lips, she tapped her fingers against the bottle.
Post by Klaus Mikaelson on Nov 23, 2014 18:12:38 GMT -6
He heard her mention the catch, the fine print. Resting a hand against her legs that draped across his, he looked over at her. "One thing? And what would that be?"
Her hesitation caused him to narrow his eyes slightly, taking in her body language. "Doppelganger blood? Well, I do believe you have about nine pints of it at your fingertips...so what's the problem? Need more bandaids?"
Post by Katherine Pierce on Nov 23, 2014 18:22:21 GMT -6
"I need more than the nine pints that are in my body." She raised a brow and ran her finger along the rim of the bottle.
"Luckily...unlike the spell your mother used on you...traveler magic doesn't need human blood to work."
She raised her eyes to meet his, smirking slowly. "Vampire blood is just as affective....and an endless supply."
She took another drink, and then handed him the bottle. She leaned forward to whisper into his ear.
"Something for you to think about...right now...Elijah needs your attention more. It will not last." She pressed a soft kiss agaibst his cheek, and then stood up. Her movement was slightly clumsy, intoxicated, as she moved back up the stairs.