madness takes its toll; | NEVER EVER BE SORRY. <3whoneedsrulesFebruary 18 2011, 13:29:36 UTC
It had been a magnificent waste of time, leaving her room. The streets were teeming with zombified Extras, and Katherine wondered if there was a single one left in Taxon uninfected. All she knew was that she wasn't going to find anywhere to get her nails done, couldn't shop in peace, couldn't amuse herself the way she usually did. It was making her incredibly cranky. While she mostly tried to avoid touching the disgusting Extras, she had taken her frustration out on a few of them, albeit only quickly smacking off their heads and stalking away. It had been impulsive, a mistake; her jacket had been ruined, the sleeve caked in zombie goo. She'd tossed it somewhere along the way.
As she approaches the door to her room, the stink is noticeable in the air. More so are the stains on the light carpeting of the hallway - is that a shoe print? Oh, hell no. If those things have dared to invade her room now, she'd damn well--
Katherine doesn't finish the thought, too busy striding to her door and throwing it wide open. The smell of blood and gore and decomposition permeating the air coupled with the sight of a very filthy Stefan (of all people!) calmly lounging on her couch as if he did that every day has Katherine freezing to her spot in the doorway, mouth dropping open. She's completely stunned, surprised and frankly, disgusted - she takes in the bits of tissue and blood and goodness knows what else littering her previously pristine floors, a trail leading to the couch that is now definitely ruined. A strangled noise of horrified dismay leaves her throat at the mess, but otherwise she can get nothing out.
Congratulations, Stefan. This is probably the one of the few times Katherine Pierce has genuinely been stuck speechless.
madness takes its toll;whoneedsrulesFebruary 20 2011, 19:46:29 UTC
The macabre ludicrousness of the situation finally snaps Katherine out of her state of stupefaction, dismay quickly turning into irritation. The door rattles on its hinges as she slams it shut and rounds on Stefan, curls flying and eyes blazing. Instead of exploding into a heated fit of demands about what the hell was he thinking when he decided this was a grand idea, Katherine's words come out slowly as if she was determined to hang onto what shreds of patience she has left.
"I'm surprised you found the time from your obviously busy zombie-slaughter schedule for a social call, Stefan," she grounds out sarcastically, glaring at him mutinously and deliberately ignoring his bait. "Really, you shouldn't have."
Despite her outward ire, a quiet sense of unease prickles in the back of her mind. Katherine recognizes an intimidation attempt when she sees one - hell, she could write a book about the topic. Behavior such as this is certainly not something she ever expected from Stefan. Damon, maybe, but not Stefan. She hates surprises, being caught off guard; her expression sours further at the thought of being the underdog.
madness takes its toll;whoneedsrulesFebruary 21 2011, 07:53:33 UTC
Katherine doesn't quite take a step back at Stefan's sudden proximity, but she does lean back (enough to be perceived as submissive, she realizes irritably) as the odor of decay clinging to him hits her full-force like a slap in the face. She can't comprehend how come the stench and all that... stuff covering him doesn't seem to be bothering Stefan in the least. She hesitates for a moment. Her penchant for creature comforts war with the much baser, predatory urge to kill that is admittedly clamoring for action at the sight and smell of blood, never mind that it's bland Extra blood.
But she can't figure out Stefan's endgame, and as much as she'd like to take his beguiling words for what they are, this is bugging her. Straightening her spine, she lifts her chin imperiously.
"Is that so?" she says, an edge of suspicion in her tone. "Playing in the dirt - or zombie guts - is not exactly my idea of fun."
madness takes its toll;whoneedsrulesFebruary 21 2011, 14:12:27 UTC
The irritation bleeds away to be replaced by interest at Stefan's display, fascination with this yet another undiscovered side to him. Katherine is incredibly curious about the story behind the 'piling up the bodies', but more critically, she hasn't fed in a while and Stefan's words are fanning the faint hunger already clawing at her throat. They also remind her that she hasn't hunted her food since arriving to Taxon. She misses it. Hatched blood offers no sport, no fun. If Stefan's intention is to dare her, she's up to the challenge.
He has controlled the conversation for now, but Katherine isn't one to stand by passively for long.
"Not at all. I find this side of you to be very sexy. Piling up the bodies, hm? You'll have to tell me all about it sometime. Oh, sure, I would have preferred it if you'd taken a shower before stopping by, but that's an easy fix." She pauses and cocks her head, a languid, satisfied smile spreading to her lips; a cat that just devoured the canary. "Is that why you're here, Stefan? To offer yourself to me? Or did you really want me to play? I'm giving you a fair warning, I'm very good at games."
madness takes its toll;whoneedsrulesFebruary 22 2011, 14:46:24 UTC
"No rules," Katherine echoes, sing-song like. "And you are right, Stefan. I do feel the need to kill. And it is fun. But know what's more fun than killing zombies just for the sake of killing? Killing people, hunting them. Compulsion is all good and well, but sometimes... you just want them to try to fight back, try to run, to scream. Makes it all the more satisfying."
She can almost taste it, the fresh, warm blood her tongue and soft flesh tearing under her teeth. The skin under her eyes tightens and tingles; she pulls in a breath and blinks away the crimson she knows surrounds her irises. Fixing an inquisitive gaze on Stefan, Katherine crosses her arms lazily.
"Didn't you ever do that? Don't you miss it? You know, it is quite a pandemonium out there. I doubt nobody would notice if one of the actual citizens disappeared. They would certainly not even blink an eye at a torn throat or ravaged neck," she grins wickedly, eyes glimmering.
madness takes its toll;whoneedsrulesFebruary 23 2011, 23:13:51 UTC
So close, he's so close to giving in Katherine can almost feel it. A shiver runs down her spine, heady anticipation making her entire body practically hum as a smile of wicked delight spreads to her lips... only to die away and be replaced with a sneer when Stefan hesitates.
"Well, Godric is no fun, is he? Why does he care, anyway?" she hisses petulantly, like a child whose favorite toy just got snatched away. "Elders are rarely concerned with anyone but themselves."
Braving the stench clinging to Stefan, she closes the space between them quickly, eyes wide and gleaming as she beseeches fervently, "He doesn't need to know, Stefan, he wouldn't."
It's a last ditch effort and a part of her knows it even before the words are out of her mouth. Godric would know, it would be inevitable, but right now she doesn't care, too intoxicated by the idea of hunting with Stefan.
madness takes its toll;whoneedsrulesFebruary 24 2011, 11:17:58 UTC
Oh, Klaus is real, alright. Katherine knows that all too well. Maybe one day she'll tell Stefan about him. Maybe.
She's not stupid, despite her momentary, impulsive desire; she knows Stefan is right. Katherine doesn't know either exactly how old Godric is, but judging from the feed she'd caught on the tablet earlier and her brief discussion with him, she suspects very old. Possibly even up there with Elijah, at least. She fights a cold shiver at the thought of the Original vampire, forever remembering her panicked flight from him in the woods in 1492. Elijah was only slightly less terrifying than Klaus himself.
Huffing out a frustrated sound between a sigh and a groan, Katherine rolls her eyes. "Fine, fine. You have a point. I must say, though, I'm horribly disappointed."
Her words are followed by a frown and a pout. She's both disappointed and keyed up, having anticipated an actual hunt. Her gaze sharpens suddenly and she throws Stefan a sarcastic smile. "By the way, none of you never told me that there were other vampires out here. Thanks for the heads-up, I appreciate it."
madness takes its toll;whoneedsrulesFebruary 24 2011, 18:40:57 UTC
"Oh?" Katherine's eyes flick off to the side absently as she contemplates this.
She didn't see the need to point out to Stefan that Drusilla knew, at least about Katherine. After she'd figured out Drusilla's true nature a while ago, Katherine had let her in on her own secret. Drusilla fascinated Katherine; she saw things, had so much potential. But for what, that remained to be seen. Suffice to say, Katherine planned on keeping a close eye on that little darling.
"Well, least there are no werewolves," she says glibly while refocusing on Stefan, raising a brow with a smirk. "I hope."
As she approaches the door to her room, the stink is noticeable in the air. More so are the stains on the light carpeting of the hallway - is that a shoe print? Oh, hell no. If those things have dared to invade her room now, she'd damn well--
Katherine doesn't finish the thought, too busy striding to her door and throwing it wide open. The smell of blood and gore and decomposition permeating the air coupled with the sight of a very filthy Stefan (of all people!) calmly lounging on her couch as if he did that every day has Katherine freezing to her spot in the doorway, mouth dropping open. She's completely stunned, surprised and frankly, disgusted - she takes in the bits of tissue and blood and goodness knows what else littering her previously pristine floors, a trail leading to the couch that is now definitely ruined. A strangled noise of horrified dismay leaves her throat at the mess, but otherwise she can get nothing out.
Congratulations, Stefan. This is probably the one of the few times Katherine Pierce has genuinely been stuck speechless.
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"I'm surprised you found the time from your obviously busy zombie-slaughter schedule for a social call, Stefan," she grounds out sarcastically, glaring at him mutinously and deliberately ignoring his bait. "Really, you shouldn't have."
Despite her outward ire, a quiet sense of unease prickles in the back of her mind. Katherine recognizes an intimidation attempt when she sees one - hell, she could write a book about the topic. Behavior such as this is certainly not something she ever expected from Stefan. Damon, maybe, but not Stefan. She hates surprises, being caught off guard; her expression sours further at the thought of being the underdog.
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But she can't figure out Stefan's endgame, and as much as she'd like to take his beguiling words for what they are, this is bugging her. Straightening her spine, she lifts her chin imperiously.
"Is that so?" she says, an edge of suspicion in her tone. "Playing in the dirt - or zombie guts - is not exactly my idea of fun."
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He has controlled the conversation for now, but Katherine isn't one to stand by passively for long.
"Not at all. I find this side of you to be very sexy. Piling up the bodies, hm? You'll have to tell me all about it sometime. Oh, sure, I would have preferred it if you'd taken a shower before stopping by, but that's an easy fix." She pauses and cocks her head, a languid, satisfied smile spreading to her lips; a cat that just devoured the canary. "Is that why you're here, Stefan? To offer yourself to me? Or did you really want me to play? I'm giving you a fair warning, I'm very good at games."
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She can almost taste it, the fresh, warm blood her tongue and soft flesh tearing under her teeth. The skin under her eyes tightens and tingles; she pulls in a breath and blinks away the crimson she knows surrounds her irises. Fixing an inquisitive gaze on Stefan, Katherine crosses her arms lazily.
"Didn't you ever do that? Don't you miss it? You know, it is quite a pandemonium out there. I doubt nobody would notice if one of the actual citizens disappeared. They would certainly not even blink an eye at a torn throat or ravaged neck," she grins wickedly, eyes glimmering.
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"Well, Godric is no fun, is he? Why does he care, anyway?" she hisses petulantly, like a child whose favorite toy just got snatched away. "Elders are rarely concerned with anyone but themselves."
Braving the stench clinging to Stefan, she closes the space between them quickly, eyes wide and gleaming as she beseeches fervently, "He doesn't need to know, Stefan, he wouldn't."
It's a last ditch effort and a part of her knows it even before the words are out of her mouth. Godric would know, it would be inevitable, but right now she doesn't care, too intoxicated by the idea of hunting with Stefan.
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She's not stupid, despite her momentary, impulsive desire; she knows Stefan is right. Katherine doesn't know either exactly how old Godric is, but judging from the feed she'd caught on the tablet earlier and her brief discussion with him, she suspects very old. Possibly even up there with Elijah, at least. She fights a cold shiver at the thought of the Original vampire, forever remembering her panicked flight from him in the woods in 1492. Elijah was only slightly less terrifying than Klaus himself.
Huffing out a frustrated sound between a sigh and a groan, Katherine rolls her eyes. "Fine, fine. You have a point. I must say, though, I'm horribly disappointed."
Her words are followed by a frown and a pout. She's both disappointed and keyed up, having anticipated an actual hunt. Her gaze sharpens suddenly and she throws Stefan a sarcastic smile. "By the way, none of you never told me that there were other vampires out here. Thanks for the heads-up, I appreciate it."
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She didn't see the need to point out to Stefan that Drusilla knew, at least about Katherine. After she'd figured out Drusilla's true nature a while ago, Katherine had let her in on her own secret. Drusilla fascinated Katherine; she saw things, had so much potential. But for what, that remained to be seen. Suffice to say, Katherine planned on keeping a close eye on that little darling.
"Well, least there are no werewolves," she says glibly while refocusing on Stefan, raising a brow with a smirk. "I hope."
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