#[ katherine pierce ft. malka-lisitsa ]

[savagevillain]

It truly is a marvellous feeling, to be so close to breaking the curse, finally, and to have @malka-lisitsa in his clutches to watch it happen. To see how her attempts at escape, denying him, have proved fruitless in the end; all she has been left with is paranoid so deep and thick that it's shook her out of her core, destroyed the girl she had so desperately wanted to save ( the girl that had died that night she hung a noose around her neck ). Oh, but what was it worth it? To live a life of running and hiding and scheming, tasting the fear upon her tongue every time she turned a corner ( it's a question he's asked himself, but one he'll never answer; there's never been a choice, never the option to simply turn and stop and die ).

Swiftly dismissing the thoughts of the past, for they're no longer important, not when his future is so sweet, he grips Katerina by the nape of her neck, fingers half tangled among locks of thick hair, and drags her into the room, kicking the door shut. His strength is pathetic in this form, but he holds back none of what he has; he hopes he leaves bruises, if only for a moment before the nature she stole smooths away the blemished. ❛ Katerina, Katerina, ❜ he sings in a voice that is not his own, but full of glee that most definitely is. ❛ We have so much time to make up for. ❜

[snnydcysa]

“i  like  my  cute  cheese  baskets  of  assorted  cheese!!!!”

"Because I have standards, and I simply can't wrap my head around why you don't."

"Like are you at least expecting cheese from Belgium or something better than shredded cheese from the fridge bag?"

[prosperae]

They're a ten but they hang out with Katherine Pierce

squints. “ i'm still a ten. katherine's a ten too. ”

rachel's a ten... but.., ft. @malka-lisitsa

[savagevillain]

❛ if the world is divided into seeing & not seeing, i will always choose to see. ❜

Tilting his head slightly to the side, he surveys her calmly, calculation. He remembers the naivety that once surrounded her like a shield, protecting her ( or more accurately, not protecting her ) from the true horrors of the world. Of him. His mouth quirks at the corner, his tone light and teasing; ❛ Is that because of me ? Of the foolishness you wore as a girl ? ❜ They both know fine well it is; that all she has become over the past half millennia is an echo, an aftermath of violence he did not get the chance to commit. ❛ Oh, Katerina. ❜ He reaches out with deceptively soft fingers to caress her cheek. ❛ My clever, clever doppelganger — and yet —❜ Quick as a flash, his hands clasps over her throat, grip tightening. ❛ — so unbearably stupid. Do you truly believe you could have escaped me all these years if I did not see you and let you run ? ❜ The chase had become the fun part. She had ruined everything for him ( or so he had believed ), so he needed life to go on, and on, and on, until she wished it wasn't.

[prosperae]

Well colour Katherine surprised. Rachel actually did it, she made a cut and she drank Katherine's blood. Impressive, even if she could hear that girls heart beating a mile a minute.

The vampire watched Rachel drink until that little cut closed and then she let out a small chuckle.

"Well look at you." It's almost a purr. "Step one complete."

The doppelganger lifted a hand to brush the hair back from Rachel's face delicately and then slid her thumb to the girls lip. There she wiped her blood away and licked it off her own skin with a hum.

"Now, are you ready for step two?"

There isnt even a pause between the end of her sentence and the time it takes her to pin Rachel to the wall by her neck. Grip tight, as those vampiric veins start to display under her eyes. She wants to test just how brave this girl is. She gets rewarded for her bravery- she'll be turned, or she gets rewarded for her self awareness, admitting she isn't really ready will gain her more favour and respect from Katherine.

"I promise you wont feel a thing..."

Fingers tighten around Rachel's throat just a little more, really driving the reality of her situation home.

she tenses up within katherine's grasp—naturally. anyone who was suddenly being manhandled would have.

it should have been a terrifying thought. the next step in the process that would change her life forever. literally forever. it wasn't though. she should have been squirming within katherine's grasp and saying, 'wait, wait, wait!' she wasn't though. in fact, if anything, she was doing the opposite. head had tipped back far enough to rest against the wall, rachel exposing more of her throat to the vampire.

the racing of her heart was because of anticipation rather than fear.

“ do it. ”    she encouraged in a whisper whilst maintaining eye contact with katherine.

she understood the breadth of such a decision, she understood the consequences, and besides that rachel thought: would it truly be such a horrible thing? it wouldn't be to her—because with any luck, she would end up just as strong and courageous as katherine, which she not only felt like she needed to be, but she wanted to be too.

[  ✉  ]    KATHERINE PIERCE HOUR,  ft. @malka-lisitsa

[desireandduty]

If she were to be perfectly honest, Padmé would have to admit that the quality of the speeder model hadn't occurred to her. Growing up in an upper middle class family meant she'd not really worried about those sorts of things. And her four years as Queen Amidala, combined with the past six as Senator Amidala had paid her quite well. "I think this one might have actually been a gift," she said, giving Katherine a wry smile. "It's publicity for the manufacturer to say that Senator Amidala drives one of their latest models."

Of all her friends, Katherine was perhaps the only one with whom she could talk so frankly about her fame or fortune for the simple fact that Katherine wasn't fazed or impressed by any of these things. She didn't treat Padmé differently because of them, and that was something the Senator truly appreciated.

Catching the gesture to the speeder behind them bearing Typho and Dormé, she lifted an eyebrow and considered the question. "If you're asking me to bear Captain Typho's wrath...," she began, then grinned. "No, they'll be returning to the floor below us as usual. However stingy you may be with your trust, they know that you have mine."

The smirk that spread over Katherine's features could only be described as devious in nature, possibly impish, at the mention of a cocktail. Katherine has never been shy about her enjoyment of alcohol. Her reputation for holding her liquor is almost as infamous as her reputation in general.

"It would be my honor, Senator." The cheeky little informant purred as she followed Padme' to her speeder. Normally it's a rule of thumb for Katherine that she doesn't go to secondary locations without an out for herself, such as her own speeder- but this city is big and full of people to stupid to lock the doors. If she needs a quick out? She can always jack someone else's speeder.

"This a luxury model? Its so sleek." She'll be nice and keep her feet off the dashboard.

"So not to be rude, but, are they going to be present for our little conversation?" Katherine gestured back towards the security team. "I know you trust them with your life, but I don't trust them with mine."

[prosperae]

"Alright. Since you're so brave. I'll give you the same deal I gave Damon. I won't feed you my blood..."

Katherine smirked as she reached over to the end table near by. Fingers enclosed around an antique letter opener and held it up into view.

"If you want it, take it."

She held out the sharp object for Rachel to take if she was brave enough. She might actually consider it if the girl showed any kind of guts here. She's already loyal to Katherine, as far as sires go- Rachel wasn't the worst choice. She listens to her, that's a damn good start.

in front of her, there were two options laid out and although she made herself out to be the picture of confidence, stood with her head held high and took the letter opener katherine offered her, there was the smallest moment where she wasn't sure what to do. she wasn't sure if she was going to go big or go home—and if she was going to go big, she would have to go big.

ultimately, for a multitude of reasons, she chooses the option that leads her to grasp katherine's hand within the same second she grasps the letter opener, and with it, she punctured the flesh on the inside of her wrist.

she found herself shocked by her own actions then, yet she knew she couldn't stop there. again, the phrase go big or go home crosses her mind, and with it in there, she raises katherine's wrist to her lips, which encase the wound and she suckles, drawing a mouthful in.

[  ✉  ]    KATHERINE PIERCE HOUR,  ft. @malka-lisitsa

[prosperae]

"it's cute you underestimate how killable you are."

Speaking of that lashing out, protecting her bases. Can't have Rachel think she wants to keep her around.

“ all i heard is cute and you, so i am cute, thank you. anyway, if you felt like you wanted to kill me at any point, i don't think you would be throwing the hypothetical question of 'what if i turned you?' at me. ”    even if the only reason she's asking is because she's bored. she pointed out.   “ moving on now. ” she can take a hint.

[  ✉  ]    KATHERINE PIERCE HOUR,  ft. @malka-lisitsa

[prosperae]

💬 +

tis little shit.

in katherine, she sees herself. a girl who's only trying to survive. a girl who started out one way, then life threw curveball after curveball at her, so she toughened up, adapted to her surroundings—which was good, but at the same time not because now, everyone looked down on her. not only that, but everyone clung to who she was before, and rather than figure out how to work with her, how to love her, they berate her for being 'unlovable'.

“ i understand her— ”    said plainly, but the kicker was she didn't understand why, because in her eighteen years of living, she had only known people who were similar to her. not people who were her.    “ not everyone does, but i do, and maybe it's because i understand her i think it's unfair that damon salvatore gets praised for throwing everyone else into metaphorical and literal fires for one persons survival—but katherine gets demonized for the same thing. not only that, it's like he has an unlimited supply of 'get out of jail free' passes. ”

she doesn't know the full story—because she has only ever heard stories of these people, never met them yet, but she trusts katherine's word. if one day she ever met these people, she would stick by katherine's word, and she wouldn't let them twist the tale.

she was only scratching the surface of things. she hadn't even touched on how katherine pierce, said to be selfish, said to think of no one but herself, said to lack a heart, gave rachel the very thing she had been begging everyone else to give her. a different life. an escape.

“ doing what's necessary to survive isn't anything but a strength and something to be proud of, because not everyone is capable of it. i hope she's proud of it. ”    she speaks like she knows—and she does.    “ i like her. i respect her. and i hope some of her badassery rubs off on me. ”

rachel talks about your muses, ft. @malka-lisitsa

[desireandduty]

As a hostess, there were always plenty of things to do, even if this was just a small gathering of her female friends. Padmé was keeping busy refilling glasses and bringing out food from the kitchen (cooked by the kitchen droid, because no one wanted to eat the things she made herself.) And of course, she was making the rounds, chatting to her colleagues and friends. She'd invited Mon Mothma, Riyo Chuchi and of course her handmaidens who are still on planet.

It took a while for her to notice Katherine's absence, because there was a little matter of someone spilling a glass of wine all over her carpeting. But once that was cleaned up, Padmé glanced around the living room before taking her own seat and noticed that instead of nine women, there were only eight. Frowning, she leaned over to ask Dormé in a hushed voice, "Have you seen Katherine anywhere?"

"She rushed off down the hallway a little while ago," Dormé replied, nodding her head in the direction of the hallway that led to Padmé's bedroom.

Her frown deepened along with her confusion, and Padmé set her own wine glass down before padding quietly across the carpeted floor in the direction of her suite. Did she wonder if Katherine was perhaps snooping? Yes, she wouldn't put it past her friend. Old habits, professionalism, and the like. But once she entered her bedroom, she didn't see any sign of her.

Until she heard a sob coming from the direction of the refresher. Hurrying forward, she pressed the button to slide the door back into its slot and gasped when she saw the brunette kneeling on the floor, sobbing her heart out. "Katherine?! What's wrong?!" she asked as she leaned down and set a hand gently on the other women's back.

unreasonably angsty starter for @desireandduty

It had been fine.

It really had.

She was doing ok, just like she had promised herself she would. She wasn't gonna let it happen this year. She was going to Padme's little gathering and she was going to enjoy every second of it till she made it back home.

It really had been fine.

Really it had.

Up until the pop of a wine bottle and the smell of a certain sauce triggered a memory for her. Candle light. A fancy meal prepared by Stefan's own two hands. Her favourite. Stefan had been having such a hard time getting the wine open, Katherine had used the force to pull the cork out and gave him a little cheeky smile when he playfully huffed at her. She could hear his laugh as if it were directly in her ear. She could smell his cologne.

This was a bad idea.

While everyone was engaged in conversation, Katherine quietly got up and slipped into Padme's private bathroom. Yea, she knows, but the guest bathroom had more risk of discovery. The absolute SECOND that door closed Katherine lost it. She sank to her knees in body wracking sobs. Every fiber of her being burning with the pain of his absence.

She tried to be ok. She really had tried. She did. She tried so hard to be ok...

[prosperae]

In the few hours it took for Rachel to wake up from the land of the pseudo dead, Katherine had done her nails AND gone out to find a compellable human.

The likes of which was sitting in a chair quietly until needed.

"How's that headache treating you?" She purred, not bothering to get up from her seat, or to stop filing her nails.

"Hungry?" She smirked, knowing damn well that she was.

katherine's voice becomes background noise, muffled in comparison to the heartbeat of the compelled person sitting not too far away. she swears she can hear the blood pumping within their veins. in seconds, it becomes unbearable—and in the blink of an eye, she removed the distance between them and herself, fangs making their first appearance then sinking into the stranger's neck, and from there, she has her first taste of blood —

she drank, and she drank, and she drank, and soon enough, they fell limp within her grasp.

she drained them of every ounce of blood they carried within themselves, but that wasn't enough. frustrated, her hold on the stranger's throat tightens, more and more until —

katherine pierce hour, ft. @malka-lisitsa

snap! tear!

then they were in parts rather than a whole and that's when she snaps out of what could only be described as a frenzy. surprised, bordering on panic not because she just tore someone in two but because what would katherine think? after some hesitation, she peers over her shoulder at the vampire.

[prosperae]

The brave face. Katherine knows it well.

She's not afraid of death, either because she doesn't understand what it truly means to be a vampire, or she does and shes just so desperate for some kind of control in her life that she doesn't care.

The latter had been Katherine's motive.

She wonders if Rachel is aware that Katherine can move in the daylight because of her necklace, and that without a similar daylight item she would not be able to do the same.

Katherine would have to teach her how to hunt and drink responsibly. She wouldn't make the same mistake with Rachel that she did with her boys. Whether she wants to admit it or not she cares about Rachel, and so becoming her sire would make her Katherine's responsibility.

The hesitation seems to be Katherine's.

"You will listen to everything I tell you. If I say jump you better ask how high, do you understand me?" She has no patience for a rogue wild card, if she had to put Rachel down for causing too much trouble she WOULD full stop.

This girl has been hurt so much in her life, Katherine sees a lot of herself in her, and who is she to deny the girl a grab at something to give her more control in her own life when it's exactly what she did and has never regretted it for an instant.

"Am. I. Clear?"

she's eighteen and she's tired, understandably so because life has thrown curveballs in her direction since she was a child—and besides that to her, only black and white existed. the grey in transitioning from human to vampire didn't.

to her it was only a good thing, because turning represented a handful of things she has been searching for her entire life, but most of all escape and a different life and it is for both that rachel would not only listen to katherine, but cling to every word. she would carry out every order. she would pick up every skill, she would learn every restriction. no complaints, no reservations.

see, that's the ill hidden portion of her that wants to make katherine proud poking through now.

she nodded. as best as she could whilst being within the vampire's grasp still anyway.    “ mhm—yes. ”    as clear as day. “ you say jump, i jump. ”

[  ✉  ]    KATHERINE PIERCE HOUR,  ft. @malka-lisitsa

[prosperae]

"Lets just say for the sake of a whim I gave you the option."

She heard that heart beat. The one that says 'do I mean something to her??' Maybe, Rachel. Maybe.

“ alright — ”    for the sake of a whim, katherine pierce offers to turn her. what does that invoke?    “ i might say yes. you should know what that would mean for you though. you wouldn't be able to shake me. ”    not that katherine's able to shake her now. somehow, rachel stays beside katherine, even when she lashes out.

[  ✉  ]    KATHERINE PIERCE HOUR,  ft. @malka-lisitsa

[prosperae]

"If I offered to turn you what would you say?"

She's bored and playing mind games.

unfortunately for katherine, rachel knows the game she's playing because she plays it too. the 'let's say things solely to see how the other person reacts' game. she was able to maintain a blank face, but unable to do anything about the way her heart jumped.    “ why would you offer to turn me? ” an attempt at a dodge.

[  ✉  ]    KATHERINE PIERCE HOUR,  ft. @malka-lisitsa

[snnydcysa]

“well,  my  half  white  ass  likes  cheese  thank  you  very  much.”  oh  how  she  couldn't  help  the  sass  from  coming  out.  “why?  don't  want  to  buy  me  cheese?”

"Every white girl loves cheese, it's not wisconsin special."

"I'm guessing you had a parent make too many promises they didn't or couldn't keep so you learned to set your standards lower to make them and yourself feel better."

[snnydcysa]

“i'm  from  wisconsin.  i  happen  to  really  like  cheese.”

"Yes, actually. I am a joy vampire, I have to eat all yours to live. Thank you for your contribution."

"But really I would have thought a girl like you would have shot for Disney world or something, but straight cheese? Who hurt you?"