Black Sheep Girls - TVD - Lucy/Katherine
Title: Black Sheep Girls
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Katherine/Lucy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am making no money off this.
Word Count: ~2,300
Summary: Katherine likes Lucy the moment she sees her.
Notes: Written for streussal's prompt at the Women of TVD Comment Ficathon. The prompt was used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that. Beta'd by opheliahyde.
Lucy is nineteen years old and a college drop out when Katherine finds her in a dive bar in Detroit, using her magic to cheat men at poker and hustle pool. It’s all smoke and mirrors and parlor tricks, kid’s stuff and a waste of a Bennett witch’s potential, but there’s raw talent underneath all the small time cons Lucy pulls. Katherine can taste the magic in the air, like a wisp of smoke only she can detect-strong and fiery and heady as life; it’s a lot like a witch’s blood would taste like on her tongue, but she’s not here for that tonight, though the thought is tempting.
Katherine always likes having a Bennett witch in her pocket-they don’t make them any better than a Bennett, after all, and the best way to snatch herself a witch was to get one in her debt. She likes this one a little more than most, though. She’s not like Emily-somehow, Katherine winds up comparing all Bennett witches to Emily-with her quiet dignity and calm but sharp eyes, no one ever saw her Emily coming-but Katherine likes the wicked curve of Lucy’s smirk, the steely glint in her young eyes, already hard-edged and sharper than most her age. Katherine likes the way she moves, with a sort of inelegant power strut, but confident and in your face-she’s young, she still has time to learn subtlety. Lucy’s almost too memorable for a con artist, people will remember who she is if they paid of sliver of attention, but Katherine can forgive that-if anything, she understand the desire to remembered, to leave your mark, even when it’s…impractical.
She doesn’t make her approach straight away. Katherine takes her time, keeps her distance and watches how Lucy changes locales when people start to get wise, the way Lucy plays around with the marks, the easy manner she takes their money and their pride, all with a flick of her wrist and a flip of her hair.
Katherine likes this one.
“I wanna play,” Katherine says when she saunters up her, snatching up the pool cue away from Lucy’s mark. The playful expression on Lucy’s face fades away as she narrows her eyes and goes still, her guard going up immediately. The mark splutters and protests, until Katherine catches his eyes with hers and tells him to go away. She’s usually more subtle when it comes to compulsion, but she wants Lucy to see.
Lucy is glaring at her when Katherine turns back, an eyebrow turned-up, eyes scanning Katherine warily. “How did you do that?”
Don’t you know about vampires, little witch? Katherine wants to say, but holds her tongue for once.
Katherine twirls around the pool cue in her hands like it’s a baton. “Play with me and I’ll tell you.”
Lucy is quiet for a minute, eyes still zeroed in on Katherine and nothing else-just the way she likes it.
“Fine,” Lucy says finally, hand on hip and her head cocked. “Take your best shot.”
Katherine flashes her a sharp grin before she gets to work. She takes her time positioning herself, bending down low and aligning the pool cue just perfectly. Just before she takes her shot, she glances up at Lucy, catches her watching Katherine intently. It makes Katherine lick her teeth appreciatively as she takes her shot. Lucy gives a small, aborted jump at the hard sound of balls colliding, almost as if she didn’t mean to, and straightens up almost immediately. The balls scatter and at least four make their way into the holes.
Pool is easy when with vampire strength and a functioning knowledge of precisely how much force is necessary to achieve the desired result. Katherine is good at precision-and force.
When she turns back to Lucy, her eyes are darting back and forth between Katherine, the pool cue and the balls. Her hand is still on her hip, eyes narrowed in a glare-she seems to have forgotten her worry, letting her pride and curiosity run the show. That’s what happens when you issue a challenge.
Katherine stalks over to Lucy until she’s standing next to her, arching up on her toes to meet Lucy’s full height. “Your turn,” she says softly, getting close enough to whisper the words in her ear. Lucy pulls away and Katherine giggles at how quickly she moved away, leaning back against the pool table with an expectant look on her face.
Lucy arches an eyebrow. She then calmly snatches the pool cue from Katherine’s hands rather than getting her own. Katherine scoffs, but lets her get away with it. Especially when Lucy’s turn involves a humming sound no one but her seems to notice, like the balls’ molecules were vibrating, growing steadily stronger. There’s a crack in the air, like a whip smacking skin and Katherine smells something sharp and pungent, like ozone burning.
When Lucy hits the cue ball, it only collides with one of the others, before it turns ninety degrees and hits another, then another ninety degree turn to collide with another ball. Eventually it swirls around enough so five balls were sunk.
Katherine whistled. “Impressive,” she concedes, “if a bit showy.”
“You said you wanted to play,” Lucy says, an arrogant smile forming on her lips. “Game on, then.”
Katherine is going to like this one a lot.
****
“Show off,” Katherine says when Lucy wins; she’s more amused than angry. After all, the point wasn’t winning.
“You’re not a witch,” Lucy says, a statement rather than a question.
“No, I’m not,” Katherine replies. She runs her tongue over her lips and makes sure Lucy sees the action. Lucy goes silent for a moment longer than she should be, stopping mid-sentence and her shoulders stiffening up.
“And you don’t move like a person,” she continues. “You move like a…” Lucy trails off, like she doesn’t want to finish the sentence.
“Yes?”
“Like a big cat.”
Katherine laughs. The sound clearly rattles Lucy, worry flashing across her face, before she slips back into her comfortable bravado and stubbornness.
“That’s accurate,” she hums.
“So what are you then?” Lucy demands, the pool cue forgotten. Even through the cocky stance and stubborn scowl, there’s something like light dancing behind her eyes, not merely irritation but a curiosity burning within them as she steps closer to Katherine. Lucy is the kind of girl who’d play with fire.
Katherine smiles at her, small and inviting, and delicately runs her fingers down Lucy’s arm. Her sleeves cover most of her skin, but when Katherine’s fingers skim the exposed skin of her wrist, Lucy jumps, and then goes rigid. Her eyes are wide at she stares at Katherine, seeing and unseeing at the same time, like she’s looking straight at her and yet, seeing something deeper.
“You can call me Katherine,” she says when Lucy finally flinches away, and turns to leave. Lucy’s too surprised by the experience to chase after her-but she’ll come. Give it time. Katherine always leaves them wanting more, after all.
****
Katherine’s first instinct is to hunt Lucy down herself, present herself in Lucy’s hotel room (always on the move, just like her) and let Lucy walk in and find her sprawled on the bed. But she wants to draw this one out. Wants to let Lucy chase her down, and see how long it takes Lucy to track her.
She breaks into Lucy’s room and leaves a necklace in the shape of a pentagram on her bed, then fishes a pair of earrings out of Lucy’s bag. She thinks of killing the maid and leaving her body, to see how Lucy would deal with that mess, but she wants Lucy on her side from the beginning; she can drag Lucy down with her later.
A couple of days later, she gets a phone call.
“Impressive,” Katherine says. “I gave you no clues as to my number.”
“You’re a vampire.” Lucy’s voice is firm; it’s much easier to be brave over the phone.
“That one’s less impressive,” Katherine says, “you’ve known that since I touched you.”
“What do you want?”
Katherine chuckles. “Oh, Lucy, you have to figure out that one yourself.”
“How did you know my name?”
“I do my research,” she says, and hangs up.
Lucy switches hotels but it doesn’t matter, Katherine’s keeping a very close eye on her anyway. She leaves a message with the clerk, asks him to tell Lucy she’s waiting for her and if she doesn’t show up soon, she’ll miss her opportunity.
That’s not entirely accurate, but she bets it’ll make Lucy squirm.
Lucy calls incessantly that night, but Katherine decides to ignore it. Instead, she waits for the next time Lucy is gone and takes advantage of her shower, leaving her dirty clothes on the floor for Lucy to find. Lucy calls again after that, but Katherine doesn’t pick up, not yet. She’s content to let Lucy stew and watch her fire grow.
She checks the message left, though.
“I’m going to find you,” Lucy says on her voice mail. “Your name is Katherine Pierce, you’re a vampire and you want something from me. And I am going to find you.”
Katherine breaks into the third hotel Lucy’s staying at, leaves a note scrawled on the hotel stationary and the impression of her kiss as a signature. Then stop talking about it and do it already.
It’s not long after that.
“I found you,” Lucy hisses when Katherine walks into the hotel room-this time, it’s her own-her voice a little breathless, but even. She’s standing behind her, presumably hiding beside the door so Katherine wouldn’t even see her.
Katherine hums, nods and turns to face her-she’s not expecting at all for Lucy to rush towards her, take her head into her hands and give her a rough kiss.
Katherine has to give Lucy points for doing the unexpected.
Lucy tastes like cinnamon and kisses like firecrackers, biting and hot, all tongue and blunt edge of teeth-it’s not a very nice kiss, anger infusing it, but it’s just the way Katherine likes it. She smiles and purrs into it, grabbing Lucy’s shoulders. Lucy stiffens a little, like she doesn’t want Katherine to do that, but it doesn’t matter, Katherine always takes what she wants. She pushes them both back until they’re on the bed, Katherine straddling her, tangling her fingers through Lucy’s hair and tugging, like she wants to claim and posses.
“Vampire,” Lucy hisses in her mouth as Katherine breaks the kiss and starts to take off her top. She keeps waiting for Lucy to give some token protest, but it doesn’t come.
“Yes,” Katherine says simply, discarding away the garment and getting to work on her bra. “What are you going to do about it?”
Lucy juts out her chin out and her mouth curves up in defiant, but playful grin that matches Katherine’s own. She slides a hand into Katherine’s pants far too easily, presses it against her damp underwear and curls her fingers inward. Katherine gives a slight gasp.
“That,” Lucy says, her fingers pushing past the underwear now and oh-
This is why Katherine likes Lucy.
Later, they’ve gotten the sheets dirty and their clothes forgotten on the floor. Katherine was sprawled out on the bed like a sated feline and Lucy’s broken out the alcohol for them both.
After a couple of shots, Lucy gets talkative, seems to have forgotten Katherine’s a vampire who strung her along for weeks and starts treating her like a sounding board; Lucy tells her about her life, a family she ran away from, a mother she couldn’t get along with, a self-imposed exile and stubborn refusal to go back. She says it with a smile and a chuckle, like it doesn’t affect her, like she doesn’t crave some kind of company and way to dig herself out.
Katherine smiles and nods and makes all the right sounds to indicate she’s paying attention, even if she doesn’t particularly care-she already knows this. She did her research after all and it’s why she picked Lucy-a perfect storm of loneliness and headstrong pride and flexible morality. She knows all of this already, knows that Lucy ran, knows that Lucy has no one in her corner and relies on herself alone-a survivor, just like Katherine.
Lucy scoffs at her after a while, and shoots her a side-ways grin. “You don’t have to pretend to care, you know.”
She and Lucy were going to get along very well.
****
It doesn’t take long for one of Lucy’s marks to come back for revenge, angry and bitter and spoiling for a fight-not that it’s a coincidence. Katherine spent the better part of Lucy’s search for her looking for the perfect man Lucy conned out of his money, the one just simmering with enough rage so a gentle nudge was all it took to send him Lucy’s way. The best use of compulsion is always the most subtle, when you just pull and tug at what’s already there.
Katherine thinks Lucy can handle it on her own-almost wants to see how she’d get rid of him-but it doesn’t stop her from ripping out his throat. The best way to get a witch in your pocket is to get her in your debt and there’s no debt greater than a life debt.
Lucy stares back and forth between the body and Katherine’s bloody mouth. For the first time there’s maybe flicker of honest fear in her eyes, and revulsion for the blood dripping from her teeth-it fades quickly into concern, either for the body or herself (Katherine highly doubts it’s for her), but it’s still a little disappointing-but it doesn’t matter anymore. Katherine has what she wants.
“Guess I get to keep you now. Lucky me.”
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Katherine/Lucy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am making no money off this.
Word Count: ~2,300
Summary: Katherine likes Lucy the moment she sees her.
Notes: Written for streussal's prompt at the Women of TVD Comment Ficathon. The prompt was used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that. Beta'd by opheliahyde.
Lucy is nineteen years old and a college drop out when Katherine finds her in a dive bar in Detroit, using her magic to cheat men at poker and hustle pool. It’s all smoke and mirrors and parlor tricks, kid’s stuff and a waste of a Bennett witch’s potential, but there’s raw talent underneath all the small time cons Lucy pulls. Katherine can taste the magic in the air, like a wisp of smoke only she can detect-strong and fiery and heady as life; it’s a lot like a witch’s blood would taste like on her tongue, but she’s not here for that tonight, though the thought is tempting.
Katherine always likes having a Bennett witch in her pocket-they don’t make them any better than a Bennett, after all, and the best way to snatch herself a witch was to get one in her debt. She likes this one a little more than most, though. She’s not like Emily-somehow, Katherine winds up comparing all Bennett witches to Emily-with her quiet dignity and calm but sharp eyes, no one ever saw her Emily coming-but Katherine likes the wicked curve of Lucy’s smirk, the steely glint in her young eyes, already hard-edged and sharper than most her age. Katherine likes the way she moves, with a sort of inelegant power strut, but confident and in your face-she’s young, she still has time to learn subtlety. Lucy’s almost too memorable for a con artist, people will remember who she is if they paid of sliver of attention, but Katherine can forgive that-if anything, she understand the desire to remembered, to leave your mark, even when it’s…impractical.
She doesn’t make her approach straight away. Katherine takes her time, keeps her distance and watches how Lucy changes locales when people start to get wise, the way Lucy plays around with the marks, the easy manner she takes their money and their pride, all with a flick of her wrist and a flip of her hair.
Katherine likes this one.
“I wanna play,” Katherine says when she saunters up her, snatching up the pool cue away from Lucy’s mark. The playful expression on Lucy’s face fades away as she narrows her eyes and goes still, her guard going up immediately. The mark splutters and protests, until Katherine catches his eyes with hers and tells him to go away. She’s usually more subtle when it comes to compulsion, but she wants Lucy to see.
Lucy is glaring at her when Katherine turns back, an eyebrow turned-up, eyes scanning Katherine warily. “How did you do that?”
Don’t you know about vampires, little witch? Katherine wants to say, but holds her tongue for once.
Katherine twirls around the pool cue in her hands like it’s a baton. “Play with me and I’ll tell you.”
Lucy is quiet for a minute, eyes still zeroed in on Katherine and nothing else-just the way she likes it.
“Fine,” Lucy says finally, hand on hip and her head cocked. “Take your best shot.”
Katherine flashes her a sharp grin before she gets to work. She takes her time positioning herself, bending down low and aligning the pool cue just perfectly. Just before she takes her shot, she glances up at Lucy, catches her watching Katherine intently. It makes Katherine lick her teeth appreciatively as she takes her shot. Lucy gives a small, aborted jump at the hard sound of balls colliding, almost as if she didn’t mean to, and straightens up almost immediately. The balls scatter and at least four make their way into the holes.
Pool is easy when with vampire strength and a functioning knowledge of precisely how much force is necessary to achieve the desired result. Katherine is good at precision-and force.
When she turns back to Lucy, her eyes are darting back and forth between Katherine, the pool cue and the balls. Her hand is still on her hip, eyes narrowed in a glare-she seems to have forgotten her worry, letting her pride and curiosity run the show. That’s what happens when you issue a challenge.
Katherine stalks over to Lucy until she’s standing next to her, arching up on her toes to meet Lucy’s full height. “Your turn,” she says softly, getting close enough to whisper the words in her ear. Lucy pulls away and Katherine giggles at how quickly she moved away, leaning back against the pool table with an expectant look on her face.
Lucy arches an eyebrow. She then calmly snatches the pool cue from Katherine’s hands rather than getting her own. Katherine scoffs, but lets her get away with it. Especially when Lucy’s turn involves a humming sound no one but her seems to notice, like the balls’ molecules were vibrating, growing steadily stronger. There’s a crack in the air, like a whip smacking skin and Katherine smells something sharp and pungent, like ozone burning.
When Lucy hits the cue ball, it only collides with one of the others, before it turns ninety degrees and hits another, then another ninety degree turn to collide with another ball. Eventually it swirls around enough so five balls were sunk.
Katherine whistled. “Impressive,” she concedes, “if a bit showy.”
“You said you wanted to play,” Lucy says, an arrogant smile forming on her lips. “Game on, then.”
Katherine is going to like this one a lot.
****
“Show off,” Katherine says when Lucy wins; she’s more amused than angry. After all, the point wasn’t winning.
“You’re not a witch,” Lucy says, a statement rather than a question.
“No, I’m not,” Katherine replies. She runs her tongue over her lips and makes sure Lucy sees the action. Lucy goes silent for a moment longer than she should be, stopping mid-sentence and her shoulders stiffening up.
“And you don’t move like a person,” she continues. “You move like a…” Lucy trails off, like she doesn’t want to finish the sentence.
“Yes?”
“Like a big cat.”
Katherine laughs. The sound clearly rattles Lucy, worry flashing across her face, before she slips back into her comfortable bravado and stubbornness.
“That’s accurate,” she hums.
“So what are you then?” Lucy demands, the pool cue forgotten. Even through the cocky stance and stubborn scowl, there’s something like light dancing behind her eyes, not merely irritation but a curiosity burning within them as she steps closer to Katherine. Lucy is the kind of girl who’d play with fire.
Katherine smiles at her, small and inviting, and delicately runs her fingers down Lucy’s arm. Her sleeves cover most of her skin, but when Katherine’s fingers skim the exposed skin of her wrist, Lucy jumps, and then goes rigid. Her eyes are wide at she stares at Katherine, seeing and unseeing at the same time, like she’s looking straight at her and yet, seeing something deeper.
“You can call me Katherine,” she says when Lucy finally flinches away, and turns to leave. Lucy’s too surprised by the experience to chase after her-but she’ll come. Give it time. Katherine always leaves them wanting more, after all.
****
Katherine’s first instinct is to hunt Lucy down herself, present herself in Lucy’s hotel room (always on the move, just like her) and let Lucy walk in and find her sprawled on the bed. But she wants to draw this one out. Wants to let Lucy chase her down, and see how long it takes Lucy to track her.
She breaks into Lucy’s room and leaves a necklace in the shape of a pentagram on her bed, then fishes a pair of earrings out of Lucy’s bag. She thinks of killing the maid and leaving her body, to see how Lucy would deal with that mess, but she wants Lucy on her side from the beginning; she can drag Lucy down with her later.
A couple of days later, she gets a phone call.
“Impressive,” Katherine says. “I gave you no clues as to my number.”
“You’re a vampire.” Lucy’s voice is firm; it’s much easier to be brave over the phone.
“That one’s less impressive,” Katherine says, “you’ve known that since I touched you.”
“What do you want?”
Katherine chuckles. “Oh, Lucy, you have to figure out that one yourself.”
“How did you know my name?”
“I do my research,” she says, and hangs up.
Lucy switches hotels but it doesn’t matter, Katherine’s keeping a very close eye on her anyway. She leaves a message with the clerk, asks him to tell Lucy she’s waiting for her and if she doesn’t show up soon, she’ll miss her opportunity.
That’s not entirely accurate, but she bets it’ll make Lucy squirm.
Lucy calls incessantly that night, but Katherine decides to ignore it. Instead, she waits for the next time Lucy is gone and takes advantage of her shower, leaving her dirty clothes on the floor for Lucy to find. Lucy calls again after that, but Katherine doesn’t pick up, not yet. She’s content to let Lucy stew and watch her fire grow.
She checks the message left, though.
“I’m going to find you,” Lucy says on her voice mail. “Your name is Katherine Pierce, you’re a vampire and you want something from me. And I am going to find you.”
Katherine breaks into the third hotel Lucy’s staying at, leaves a note scrawled on the hotel stationary and the impression of her kiss as a signature. Then stop talking about it and do it already.
It’s not long after that.
“I found you,” Lucy hisses when Katherine walks into the hotel room-this time, it’s her own-her voice a little breathless, but even. She’s standing behind her, presumably hiding beside the door so Katherine wouldn’t even see her.
Katherine hums, nods and turns to face her-she’s not expecting at all for Lucy to rush towards her, take her head into her hands and give her a rough kiss.
Katherine has to give Lucy points for doing the unexpected.
Lucy tastes like cinnamon and kisses like firecrackers, biting and hot, all tongue and blunt edge of teeth-it’s not a very nice kiss, anger infusing it, but it’s just the way Katherine likes it. She smiles and purrs into it, grabbing Lucy’s shoulders. Lucy stiffens a little, like she doesn’t want Katherine to do that, but it doesn’t matter, Katherine always takes what she wants. She pushes them both back until they’re on the bed, Katherine straddling her, tangling her fingers through Lucy’s hair and tugging, like she wants to claim and posses.
“Vampire,” Lucy hisses in her mouth as Katherine breaks the kiss and starts to take off her top. She keeps waiting for Lucy to give some token protest, but it doesn’t come.
“Yes,” Katherine says simply, discarding away the garment and getting to work on her bra. “What are you going to do about it?”
Lucy juts out her chin out and her mouth curves up in defiant, but playful grin that matches Katherine’s own. She slides a hand into Katherine’s pants far too easily, presses it against her damp underwear and curls her fingers inward. Katherine gives a slight gasp.
“That,” Lucy says, her fingers pushing past the underwear now and oh-
This is why Katherine likes Lucy.
Later, they’ve gotten the sheets dirty and their clothes forgotten on the floor. Katherine was sprawled out on the bed like a sated feline and Lucy’s broken out the alcohol for them both.
After a couple of shots, Lucy gets talkative, seems to have forgotten Katherine’s a vampire who strung her along for weeks and starts treating her like a sounding board; Lucy tells her about her life, a family she ran away from, a mother she couldn’t get along with, a self-imposed exile and stubborn refusal to go back. She says it with a smile and a chuckle, like it doesn’t affect her, like she doesn’t crave some kind of company and way to dig herself out.
Katherine smiles and nods and makes all the right sounds to indicate she’s paying attention, even if she doesn’t particularly care-she already knows this. She did her research after all and it’s why she picked Lucy-a perfect storm of loneliness and headstrong pride and flexible morality. She knows all of this already, knows that Lucy ran, knows that Lucy has no one in her corner and relies on herself alone-a survivor, just like Katherine.
Lucy scoffs at her after a while, and shoots her a side-ways grin. “You don’t have to pretend to care, you know.”
She and Lucy were going to get along very well.
****
It doesn’t take long for one of Lucy’s marks to come back for revenge, angry and bitter and spoiling for a fight-not that it’s a coincidence. Katherine spent the better part of Lucy’s search for her looking for the perfect man Lucy conned out of his money, the one just simmering with enough rage so a gentle nudge was all it took to send him Lucy’s way. The best use of compulsion is always the most subtle, when you just pull and tug at what’s already there.
Katherine thinks Lucy can handle it on her own-almost wants to see how she’d get rid of him-but it doesn’t stop her from ripping out his throat. The best way to get a witch in your pocket is to get her in your debt and there’s no debt greater than a life debt.
Lucy stares back and forth between the body and Katherine’s bloody mouth. For the first time there’s maybe flicker of honest fear in her eyes, and revulsion for the blood dripping from her teeth-it fades quickly into concern, either for the body or herself (Katherine highly doubts it’s for her), but it’s still a little disappointing-but it doesn’t matter anymore. Katherine has what she wants.
“Guess I get to keep you now. Lucky me.”