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thememoriesofaqueen · 5 years ago

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The Things We Do - Part 8

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A/N: This chapter deals with Katherine after she departed from Elijah and moved to Australia. I struggled with it, so I really do hope you’ll enjoy it. English is not my first language → I do not own anything of the TVD - Universe and I’m not affiliated or associated with the writers etc. this is only a headcanon.

Pairing: Kalijah ( Katherine / Elijah )

Setting: post TVD 4x23, no cured Katherine.

TW: -

Word Count: 6.161

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In hindsight going to Australia was the best choice she could have make. She has never been to Australia that long before, so she knew that she wouldn't get bored. She was positive that there were a lot of new things to discover, new adventures. Something which was much needed because it was good to have distraction, so she didn’t had to think about something which had happened in the past.

It was smart to get as far as possible away from that dreadful town called Mystic Falls. If she wasn't near it, she wouldn't think about it and she wouldn't feel those passive aggressions she still held. Oh, if she could she would burn that town with its inhabitants to the ground and throw the ashes into the ocean. Like she said, huge aggressions.

In addition, she also wanted to be as far as possible away from him. She didn't wish to see him or hear anything from him or even smell him - even though his aftershave always had a very appealing aroma. She wanted nothing from him. She wanted to forget him. But she had also other reasons to go as far as away from him as possible. She also wanted to make sure he was serious about his promise of leaving her alone once she heard him out. And he was. She didn’t hear anything about or from him, much to her relief. Perhaps it was because she was far away from where he was supposed to be and he didn't want to make the effort. Whatever it was, she was happy he wasn't a part of her life anymore. He had done enough damage.

Even though he had explained himself and she could understand his reasons to a certain level, she was angry with him. She felt betrayed, lied to. He should have known better. If he hadn’t made her feel like garbage, like something unworthy, none of the past would have happened.

But she didn’t want to think about it. It happend in a past life and now she had a new one, a new life in Australia.

It took her a while to get used to the change. She hasn’t really lived in the southern hemisphere, everything was reversed. When it should have been winter, it was summer. Even though winter here was pleasant - it was not as cold than winters in Europe or the US. Yes, she could get used to it.

As already mentioned, she really enjoyed her stay in Australia. Not only because she hasn’t really been there before, but she also slowly changed her way of life. One of the major changes were the fact that she started to wear sneakers instead of high heels because it was more comfortable while doing certain things. Not that she would ever turn into a sneaker-person, she loved her high heels, but sometimes they were a disadvantage and had to be replaced.

She remembered the first time she actually wore sneakers after buying one pair because she wanted to climb the Syndey Harbour Bridge. She had gotten herself a guide book and doing that activity was recommened, that’s why she gave it a try. After all she wanted to make new experiences, right?

To be honest, she kinda regretted it at the beginning. Not because she never felt the need of wanting to climb a bridge before or because she had a fear of hights, it was because she felt uncomfortibale while wearing sneakers. How could anyone want to wear something like that? It wasn’t attractive and she felt short, but eventually she was grateful she hadn’t chosen her high heels to climb the Harbour Bridge. And it was worth it. The view was breathtaking.

Actually, she liked the view that much, that she had decided to do it again, but at a different time, believing the view would be even greater in the evening, when the sun set and one could see all the lights.

That was her first experience with sneakers. She still didn’t like it, but she figured that she could change her style. Be someone new. She had noticed that it was considered fashionable to wear white sneakers, that’s why she designed a new look for her during day time. White sneakers with jeans shorts because she had to show off her legs - she loved to be admired. She also changed the way she wore her hair by wearing more half up half down hairstyles. However, when going out in the evening or at night, she returned to her typical ‘Katherine’-style, wearing high heels and darker make up.

She went out almost every evening. She enjoyed taking drinks at Sydney’s best rooftop bars and she enjoyed going to partys until the sun rose. She was a new person at daylight, but the same at nighttime. She also embraced her vampire-nature during the sunless hours, partying with enough alcohol and blood to keep her satisfied. To be honest, she can be a monster at night - her bites were really nasty and fortunately, she was always sober enought to compel and heal the bitten human. Sometimes she was so hung over that she slept the entire day, but that wasn’t always the case. Drinking until she passed out wasn’t really her style, she rather enjoyed her life.

Trying new things were a part of enjoying life and be someone new. Climbing the Harbour Bridge was just the beginning. She also tried floating above Camden Valley in a hot air ballon. It was the first time she has ever been in a hot air ballon. She has always been sceptical about hot air ballons, because you can’t control it. The wind can blow you everywhere and she didn’t enjoy the thought of landing in a lake or worse, the sea. The experience started at 4am and she had to drive a few miles until she got to the location. Fortunately, she doesn’t mind to stand up early, in fact she has always been an early-person.

And again, the experience was worth it, even though it was cold and she was freezing. It was beautiful to flight across the country and see the Sydney city skyline in the horizon as the sun slowly rose. She wondered why she hasn’t tried something like that before. 500 years of living and 230+ years since it was possible to travel in a hot air ballon and she never tried it. She guess she just hadn’t had the time to try. She admits, she never considered trying it as well.

Of course not every day was as adventourous as the days where she climbed bridges or decided to travel with a hot air ballon. She also enjoyed going through Wendy’s Secret Garden, which was a really nice spot, or go shopping at Strand Arcade. She went whale watching and hiking in the Royal National Park and saw beautiful waterfalls and had a delicious human snack while doing a break. She also rediscovered the joy of horseback riding. It’s been a while since she last did something like that but when she came across Centennial Parkslands, where it was possible to borrow a horse, she suddenly remembered that she used to love to go horseback riding. She even owned a few horses in her lifetime but since cars became a thing and she prefered to live in big citys, horses became nothing but a distant memory.

It’s funny how a new place can give you new memories, but can also help to gain back forgotten ones. On that day in Centennial Parksland she wondered how many more hidden memorys she may have, which she forgot about. She might even say, she was feeling a little bit sentimental on this day.

However, that odd feeling didn’t last long because she threw herself into new adventures.

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She has never been a water-person. She hated it if it rained and her hair got wet. Although she lived in several beach houses before, whether they were located at the beaches in Europe or the US, whether it was the mediterean sea, the Atlantic or the Pacific, she never really took advantage of it. Sure, she enjoyed the sight, enjoyed the sunrises or sunsets. But she never really went into the water.

To be honest, she prefered pools over the sea. Simply because she had more control when being in a pool. The ocean or the sea, however, were wild and untamed - she didn’t like the waves which could always splash over her head and therefore making her hair wet. She also didn’t like the thought that if anything happens to her while being in the sea, no one would be able to find her. There were rumors that some vampires were sunk into the sea, making them suffer for eternity. A vampire can also not use their speed while being in water, which was a disadvantage especially for someone like her, a person who’s always prepared to flee. As seen, she had good reasons to avoid it.

Ever since her arrival, she took a walk at the seafront every evening. Firstly she did it because she was hungry and wanted to look for a fitting snack. Later on she noticed that Sydney has really beautiful beaches and special places.

She began to enjoy to go swimming. At first she discovered Bondie Iceberg’s Pool, a pool imbedded into the ocean. It was a start, a compromise. She later discovered that Bondie Iceberg’s Pool wasn’t the only protected saltwater pool and when she discovered Bronte Baths, she often liked to take a sunrise swim. She enjoyed the silence, the view. And it was actually good for her skin too, the salt made her skin more soft and glowing.

She took a coastal trek from Manly to Spit and visited beaches which are only reachable on this walk or by boat, therefore they weren’t overcrowded, she also discovered hidden beaches on the Hermitage Foreshore Walk. Nevertheless her favorite spot were still the protected saltwater pools.

As mentioned before, she hadn’t really been a water person. But the longer she stayed in Sydney, the more she took an interest in trying water activities too. She tried to do stand-up paddelboarding at Palm Beach, but after mastering it, it was too boring. How could people do this for hours? She needed more action, that’s why she decided after a while to try learning how to surf.

She was sceptic at first, because surfing was everything she disliked. Being in the ocean with waves big enough to knock her over and the 99% chance of getting her hair wet. But she was curious. And she wanted to start something new. Why not try surfing? She still remembers the talk she had with one of the surfers she had met on the beach, remembers how sceptical she was.

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“So you actually take enjoyment of getting wet and all salty if you’re thrown in the water by some giant wave?” she asked while not really buying it. How is that supposed to be fun?

“It’s more about learning and knowing what you’re able to do. You can’t control the force of nature and waves are a big force of nature which can also be pretty painful. But there’s no better feeling than successfully riding a wave.”

Katherine raised an eyebrow. “I’m still not buying it”

“Someone once said that waves are not measured in feet and inches, they are measured in increments of fear. You should never stop fearing the ocean, because when you’re in or on a wave you can’t stop it. You can’t bail out. It’s a challenge between you and the ocean. You can either win or lose, even though I wouldn’t recommend losing.”

He sounded so enthusiastic and somehow the thought of surfing became more tempting.

“Just theoretical… do you think someone like me could master a challenge with the ocean?” she asked, because perhaps she should give it a chance. After all she wanted a new start, a new life. One will always have a new start if one actually start with something new, even it was something unconventional such as surfing.

“Sure. But you shouldn’t get your hopes up, you need a proper training. And you should prepare to fall in the water a lot. But you don’t strike me as someone who gives up easily”

“And why would you know that?”

“There’s passion in your eyes. That’s why I know that. Many people who try to learn surfing or anything else don’t want to learn it because they want, they do it because they have nothing better to do.”

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Let’s say it was a hard way to success. But she was ambitious. No way Katherine Pierce is not able to learn surfing. That’s impossible. And even though she fell into the water a lot, literally a lot, she never gave up. She took all her attention into learning how to surf that she had forgotten everything else. And she liked it!

After several training sessions, after several tries and being thrown into the water, she finally managed to ride a wave, a real, big wave. She was feeling euphoric, really fanastic. At that moment she felt like she could do everything - she defeated a force of nature and that’s powerful.

During her training she also took a liking into her surf-teacher. His name was Henry and even though she prefered dark haired males, he was attractiv. She often flirted with him, seeing it as some sort of game. To her it was nothing more. Just amusment. Eventually, Henry also turned into her personal blood bag. She favored it if she had a personal blood bag, it made feeding more interesting. It was also easier than finding someone new each time when she felt hungry because she is very demanding when it comes to a neck.

Eventually, however, she got bored and dumped Henry and the idea of surfing. She got bored of Sydney after two years and decided to go travelling around Australia.

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She saw the Field of Light Uluru installation at Ayers Rock Resort, she explored the Great Barrier Reef - something she wanted to do for quite a time as it was one of the seven wonders of the world. It was also time to visit it, because it's very possibly that it'll disappear in the future. She also swam with whale sharks and dolphins at Ningaloo Reef, she has seen Uluru, which is a UNESCO World Heritage and Kangaroo Island.

She stayed in Melbourne for a few months and visited the Twelve Apostles on The Great Ocean Road before returning back to Sydney after one year of travelling.

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Even though she has enjoyed travelling, something has changed. Despite making many new experiences, despite being able to enjoy herself in the past years, something felt wrong. She felt wrong. It was like she woke up from yet another dream, another facade.

She noticed the change when she woke up in her new modern appartment with floor-to-ceiling windows and was wondering what she was going to wear. Her wardrobe has changed the past three years, she prefered to wear more casual clothing and practical, yet stylish footwear during daytime. However, eventually she wasn’t in the mood to look like an average teenager anymore. She went back on wearing lacy tops and high heels. She went also back on wearing lipstick and eyeliner not only when going out in the night, but also when doing daily business.

She didn't go swimming anymore, instead she preferred to just sunbathe and sipping cocktails at a beach bar.

She knew there was a reason why she felt changed, why she wasn’t able to enjoy the things she used to like in the past three years. She knew there was a reason why she felt like she wasn’t herself anymore. Yes, she had enjoyed the past years, she had discovered new sides. But it hadn’t been truly her. She had invented herself completely new but suppressed some of the parts of her own personality, because she wanted to forget about the things which had hurt her.

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`·.¸¸.·´´¯`··._.· After returning to Syndey `·.¸¸.·´´¯`··._.·

“Where should I leave your luggage, Miss?”

Katherine turned around and looked at the concierge who had kindly offered her help with her luggage. This wasn’t a hotel, so she hadn’t the oppurtunity to ask the staff.

“Just put it over here.” she said and pointed at a place where it wouldn’t bother her. To be honest, she didn’t really like to unpack all of her luggage. It took too long and she often just prefered to buy something new instead of wearing anything ‘old’.

“Hey, can you help me with unpacking?” she asked and took a step closer. If there wasn’t any staff to do it, perhaps he could be of service.

“I’m sorry, Miss, but I’ll have to return back to my workplace.”

Katherine sighed, why must humans always be so complicated?

“It would be really kind of you to help me unpacking. I’m sure you have time to put everything in my closets, yes?” she compelled the concierge and grinned when he nodded. She quickly explained him where she wanted everything to be. “Wonderful. I’m taking a shower.”

She enjoyed long showers, that’s why she didn’t feel the need to rush. She just came back to Sydney after travelling for a year, but she was positive she didn’t need long to adapt into having a somehow fixed address again.

When being finished with showering, she tucked her body into a nice, fluffy towel and went back to the bedroom where she wanted to pick up her clothes. To her surprise, the concierge was still there.

“May I ask what you’re doing here? It shouldn’t be so difficult to put my clothes into the closets.” she snapped.

“I’m sorry Miss, but I’ve found something in one of your suitcases and I wasn’t sure were to put it.” he showed her a white, slightly creased envelope.

“Where have you found that? I don’t remember to have packed something like that.” she asked, suddenly suspectious. She has been always very careful with everything. Even if it was just something like an envelope.

“It was in your suitcase lid, actually behind the suitcase lid. It must have slipped underneath the material.” he explained and handed her his find.

“Okay, thank you. Now leave and forget you’ve helped me.” she compelled the man and put the envelope on her nightstand before preparing to go out.

She kinda forgot about the envelope during the day. She only remembered it again, when she wanted to go to bed and saw it laying on her nightstand. She was still very suspectious on what it was as she couldn’t remember packing it. Perhaps the concierge was compelled by someone else to give her this. Perhaps it was a threat, a warning. She didn’t know why, but somehow she felt like she won’t like what was in the envelope. She was certain it wasn’t a leaflet.

She pursed her lips and was already ready to throw it unopened in the trash can, but decided different as curiosity took a hold of her. Perhaps she bought tickets for a show and forgot about it? Even though that was very unlikely since she wouldn’t forget about tickets she had purchased for a certain date.

Katherine sighed and stared at the white paper, before she decided to open it. How worse could it be?

To be honest, she expected everything. A threatening letter, a warning, an advertising brochure, tickets for a show, perhaps it was even empty. But she didn’t expected the true content.

She was surprised and shocked when she opened the envelope and emptied the content over the kitchen table. It was a series of pictures of her and Elijah Mikaelson.

She took them and shook her head. That shouldn’t be possible. She was positive she burned or threw everything away which had something to do with him. A little bit dramatic, she knew, but she was feeling wrathful back then. Even though she can’t remember seeing these pictures again after they moved away from NYC. One picture was missing, she remembered she gifted it to him in order for him to remember the moment.

While looking at them, she remembered that night.

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`·.¸¸.·´´¯`··._.· Flashback - Four and a half years ago `·.¸¸.·´´¯`··._.·

“Katerina, are you really sure you want to do this? If you want pictures of us, we can consult a professional photographer.”

She rolled her eyes and kept dragging him towards the photo booth.

“Come one, be a little spontenious. We had a great night out, we look dashing and I really want something to look at in a few weeks or perhaps months. Something to remember.”

He sighed and she knew she had to use that moment of hesistation in order to get what she wants.

“I’m not going to beg, Elijah, but it would make me very happy. You want me to be happy, right?” she asked and looked at him with big brown eyes. She was a little bit drunk, but that didn’t prevent her from trying to convince him. And luckily, he finally gave in.

“Anything to make you happy” he replied and smiled when he noticed how happy she was. In fact, she was beaming and instantly glide into the photo booth. It was very small and there was barely room for two.

“Thank you, Elijah”, she was still beaming at him as a result of being squiffy and happy.

“You’re welcome” he leaned in and gave her a kiss when the box took the first picture.

“You know, we should do something crazy”, and before he could protest, she had already placed herself on his lap, her arms tightly around his neck and passionately kissing him. He returned the kiss, much to her pleasure. However, she pulled away. She didn’t forget she wanted pictures of them and those shouldn’t only show them kissing. She glid off his lap and sat back next to him. However, she couldn’t help herself but starting to nip on his neck with her fangs exposed.

“Katerina!” he laughed while burrying his hand in her curls.

“Don’t worry, I won’t bite you” she mumbled against his skin, knowing that he wouldn’t allow her to bite him. He never did and she accepted it. But she enjoyed the thought of it. She placed a kiss on his neck and pulled away, her vampire features gone.

They shared another deep kiss before they got out of the photo booth. The pictures which were taken of them were beautiful. She loved them because they looked happy. Even Elijah let his guard down and seemed genuely happy and relaxed.

She teared the first picture of the series off and handed it to him.

“That one is for you, so you’ll aways remember that it can be fun if you try something new.”

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She frowned when she looked at the pictures. She remembered that she kept her part and clued it to her mirror. However, when she had to move from NYC to a smaller town in Virginia, she had taken them off and put them in her suitcase. She must have overlooked them when she unpacked the suitcase as she never really put anything in the suitcase lid. Over the time the envelope probably moved until it slit underneath the material and that’s why she hadn’t found it until today.

Her fingertips carefully caressed the pictures. She used to be so happy. The pictures reminded her of that. She had always felt safe when she was with him, not only because he was an Original, but because he knew her well enough. He always believed -perhaps hoped- that there was more about her than just being the selfish, manipulative person known as Katherine Pierce. He didn’t let anyone tell him otherwise. Nevertheless he didn’t push her into anything. He had accepted her as she was, the good sides and the preponderant bad ones.

She put the pictures back in the envelope and bit down on her lip. She hasn’t thought about Elijah ever since she moved to Australia. Of course she had feared he might try to find her, but she had tried her best to distract herself and she was succesful in doing so.

Over the passage of the past three years she had forgotten about him. There was no room for Elijah Mikaelson. But now, after having seen those pictures, she felt an ache in her heart like she missed something - or someone.

Truth be told, after she had put the envelope into a book and therefore out of her sight, she had felt better. That feeling of having lost something important faded away. Nevertheless that evening was the beginning of her change back to Katherine Pierce as she used to be, even though it was a slow process.

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Three years and five months after moving to Sydney, she had started to actually visit the Sydney Opera House. Despite having spent a lot of her time in Syndey before her travel around Australia, she has never been in the Opera House. She visited theatres and listened to classic music. She like to wear gowns and the only time someone could actually wore an evening gown was when going to the Opera House where everyone was dressed really fancy.

Eventually, she met someone named Dave. He also liked to visit the Sydney Opera House. They’ve met from time to time until they started an affair. Dave became her new personal blood bag and she really enjoyed feeding from him. He was one of the few men she actually had an affair with in the past three years. Sure, she had feed from many, but there were just a selected few humans she had choosen for sexual activitiys - even though it never got any deeper than having fun.

The affair with Dave lasted four months and ended in a divasting relevation. She wasn’t aware of the similarity. She liked that he was so cultivated, she liked that he was always properly dressed. They had a smiliar taste in food and drink, he liked to go dancing and they both enjoyed going out. He run a small business, so they often met between meetings in order for her to take a sip of his blood. Ever since she finished her travel around Australia and came back to Sydney, she felt extremly hungry. Like she hadn’t feed properly, even though she has. There was a feeling of dissatisfaction after she had bitten someone and she wasn’t able to fill that hole with blood.

Ever since she met Dave, the urge to feed got worse. She always had to be very careful when she bit him, because sometimes she felt like she couldn’t stop. She didn’t know why, but his blood made her feel so good, so euphoric.

That evening they were drinking wine while soft music was playing in the background. They were in his loft and eventually she had asked him if he wanted to dance, even though it wasn’t really about dancing. She was hungry and bit him after he got up, carefully drinking from his vein. When she finally pulled away, she didn’t see Dave but Elijah.

Being shocked, she stumbled a few steps back while looking at the human. It was so obvious and she hadn’t noticed it. Dark hair, good taste, almost always wearing a suit - he was a spitting image of Elijah.

She managed to compel him to forget everything, including ever meeting her before she left, no, fled from his loft.

Usually, she was able to control her feelings. She didn’t let any feelings come in the way. But on that night, feelings overwhelmed her. She was angry, mad and sad at the same time. She went on a rampage and almost destroyed half of her appartment because on that night she realized that she still missed him. How dare he having such a power over her?

She always knew that she’ll forgive him eventually. Forgiveness can be earned. However, she was almost certain that she can’t love him or even miss him ever again. He had caused too much damage, too much pain. And yet here she was, having an affair with someone who looked like Elijah. She knew she didn’t choose Dave because he was Dave, she was sure that her subconsciousness had been aware of the resemblance. She has just been too ignorant to notice sooner and that made her so damn angry.

She tried to forget him, she tried to hate him. But the more she tried to push the memories and thoughts of Elijah away, the more she couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Katherine wasn’t delusional. She knew that the posibility of them having a happy ending were pretty low. She knew when push comes to shove, he won’t chose her but his family. He wasn’t good for her. However, he was everything she wanted to find in a man. He was loyal (if she ignored his daffy devotion to Klaus), he had manners, he was a man and not a boy, he had experience, was strong and used to make her feel safe. But most importantly, he knew exactly who she was. He didn’t tried to change her, even though he hoped she would return to her former self one day. He had accepted her and returned her feelings. Well, before he had let her down.

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She had continued to push the thought of Elijah away. She did it the last six months after departing from Dave. She did it because she didn’t want him. Because he wasn’t worth her time, her feelings or anything else. But the more she had pushed everything regarding to him away, the more she seemed to grafitate towards him. It was like a curse. He was a curse.

It was nothing new that the emotions of a vampire are heightened, but dealing with those extrem feelings, which got stronger and stronger each day, drained her. She just couldn’t manage to ignore his existence. Even if she tried to do it, she unconsciously did the things she knew he had enjoyed: Sipping his favorite brand of whiskey or listening to a certain piano piece - the piece he liked to play for her while she listened and drank a glass of wine, admiring his talent. When she saw someone whose tie wasn’t knotted perfectly she remembered the times where they were entangled in a hot passionate kiss, only for her to fix his shirt collar and tie after pulling away from him.

She knew she can’t fight it any longer, she knew she wanted him back in her life. She longed to hear his voice saying her name. Not Katherine, but Katerina. She wanted to look into his beautiful brown eyes which held so much love for her. She wanted him to wrap his arms around her and pull her close. She wanted to make him uncomfortable when she wanted to do something which he considered as ‘improper’, knowing that he probably would grow to enjoy it. She wanted to hear him play the piano or asking her out for a date. Gosh, she wanted him in her life so badly.

However, it was so hard to call him. There was still a part within her which wanted to fight the possiblity of getting Elijah back. A part of her which knew just because she wanted him back, that he couldn’t be trusted. A part of her which still despises him for what he has done. But there was also the other part who missed him, perhaps even loved him. He left a void in her, a void she couldn’t fill with affairs and blood and alcohol. No matter how much she drank, how much fun she had. At the end, it wasn’t enough. It may have taken some time to finally realize that fact, but it’s the bitter truth. Nevertheless, she continued to fight with herself until she finally wanted to give it a try.

Years ago, he had given her a piece of paper with his phone number. Back then she was too pissed at him to want to store his number into her cell phone. Despite not wanting to call him back then, she placed his number somewhere safe, somewhere where she could easily find it again.

Katherine sighed and got up from her place at her luxury balcony from where she had the perfect view over the ocean. She went inside her apartment and grabbed one of her expensive handbags before pulling out a little box.

It was a special box, because it was sealed by a spell so only she could open it. it contained important and expensive things, things which shouldn’t land in the false hands such as her passport, ID-card, her favorite jewelry, credit cards - and a folded piece of paper.

She took the paper and closed the box, carefully putting it away. She unfolded the paper and looked at his elegant handwriting. There it was, the number she had to call if she wanted to hear his voice, if she wanted to tell him that she had forgiven him. She grabbed her phone and began to tip in the first few numberals.

However, she hesistated. What if he had forgotten about her? After all, his mind usually just circles around his family. What if he had found someone new? It’s almost impossible as Elijah seemed to fall rarely in love, but what if he has? She didn’t want to make a sap out of herself.

The thought of another woman in his life made her jealous. She imagined how another woman got his full attention, how he kissed her like he had used to kiss her. She imagined him making love to someone else.

A growl escaped her lips and the grip around her phone tightened. As if it was not only worse enough to admit she missed him, she even was jealous about some probably non existent woman. “You are Katherine Pierce. Don’t make a fool out of yourself.” she mumbled to herself, before putting her phone and the piece of paper away and going in the kitchen to open herself a bottle of wine.

Unfortunately, one and later two glasses of wine didn’t help to ease her mind. Elijah Mikaelson was still on her mind like a ghost in a haunted castle. Unable to hunt him away. Unable to ignore him. She eyed her phone from her position in the kitchen and pressed her lips together. It was so tempting but at the same time not workable. Did he really deserve her forgiveness? No. No, he should suffer if he actually even still thinks about her. He had already forgotten about her once.

She didn’t call him in the next three days either. She was about to call or message him a few times, but she always talked herself out of it in the last moment. Elijah drove her crazy - even though he didn’t exactly do anything.

On the fourth day, however, she decided to finally do it. She is Katherine Pierce and she may run from a lot of things, but she won’t run from this. It was pathetic and a Katherine Pierce won’t be pathetic. Even if he has forgotten about her, even if he had found someone new, she won’t be stopped from doing what she wants to do. Even if it's only to let him know she forgave him in order to ease her mind.

At first, she wanted to call him. However, she put that thought away. Calling wouldn’t be the best and safest option. Elijah was probably still in New Orleans and therefore with Klaus, she didn’t want to take the risk of letting anyone overhear their conversation. Besides, she wasn’t sure if his number was still the same, so she went for something unspecific, something which only he could know.

‘It took some time but I’m ready now. Meet me in in three weeks at 8pm at the place you’ve shown me and where the past and present have collided.’

She re-read her text before she pressed send. She was aware that she was very vague, but she knows that Elijah will know who had sent this. She would have preferred to meet him sooner, but she had to move back to the US and he was always terrible busy with family-things and probably has to find an excuse to sneak away.

After having messaged him, she felt relieved. Almost happy and excited. With a little smile on her lips, she put her phone back into her bag and went out on her balcony to watch the beautiful sunset.

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A/N: This was chapter 8! I hope you’ve enjoyed it. Katherine deals very differently with feelings than Elijah. She’s the type who won’t let feelings eat her and instead does things which are fun & good for her. She’s also deals with feelings more physically while Elijah mentally tortures himself. Next chapter contains the Kalijah-reunion. If Katherine and Elijah show up at said place. ;) If you like it, hit the ♥ - or come into my askbox, i’d love to hear your opinion. Please do not hate on my decisions or characters as this is no anti- or hate-blog. However, you can leave constructive criticism. :)

#Katherine Pierce #Elijah Mikaelson #Kalijah #TVD #The Vampire Diaries #Katherine x Elijah #Fanfiction #ff #tvd fanfiction #tvd fic #fanfic #katherine #elijah #The Things We Do #Part 8

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Bon Voyage Season 3 Episode 3 (BTS x 8th Member Imagine)

PAIRING: BTS x 8th Member (female)

GENRE: Minimal fluff, good old humour

WORDS: 1.5k (whoahh)

Summary: Join BTS as they begin the third season of ‘Bon Voyage.’ In Episode 3, BTS climb the Sydney Harbour bridge.

A/N: please message me or reply to this about what adventures you want to see in BV 3 Xx Took me a few months lmao. Honestly in a bit of a mental blank, but the best way to get over a mental blank is to write a shitty imagine I’m assuming. Lmao. Plz enjoy. ALSO I JUST FIGURED OUT HOW TO ADD “KEEP READING” Go me!

Episode 1 2

The glowing sun. The strange black and white birds flying across the sky. The sweet sounds of “fuck off mate” entering Y/N’s ears every 5 minutes. Australia.

After landing in Sydney yesterday, the squad were relieved to hear that they could relax in the morning, free from any appointments or activities. Y/N and the Melanin king also known as V were lounging by the hotel pool, trying to soak up as much sun as possible, before they were to go back home, where they would be freezing their tits off. Jungkook was also by the pool, but instead of relaxing he was filming the latest edition of his ‘Golden Closet Film’ series, resulting in Jimin and Jin posing like stupid idiots near the outdoor bar. Namjoon was inside, frantically looking for his passport- DESPITE ONLY ARRIVING YESTERDAY. Y/N hoped a repeat of season one wouldn’t happen, although she would love to make fun of him again. Suga, well, everyone knew what he would be doing. Sleeping. No one blamed him though. He had barely gotten enough sleep over the last few days, stating that his “creative juices” were flowing and he couldn’t afford to take a break, and waste the opportunity of producing a hit. J-Hope was in the hotel store, purchasing some souvenirs for his sister.

They spent the morning lounging, not speaking much, not doing much, but just relaxing. They deserved it. With an upcoming tour, and not to mention the new album release, they were in over their heads. Then again, it was exactly what they signed up for. No complaining. Just occasional tears and sore muscles. Nothing they couldn’t handle.

At 4pm, they all stood outside the hotel, some styled better than others. Y/N was wearing her signature denim high waisted shorts, with a white ‘I Love AUS’ shirt tucked in at the front. She had a tradition of wearing souvenirs on all their trips, and she wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon. To complete her look, she had put on a simple pair of silver hoops which accompanied her Pandora bracelet which Suga had given her for her birthday. J-Hope was rocking his signature pouch, whilst Suga was decked from head to toe in black. Black. In summer. In 40 degrees. That boy was crazy.

The camera’s started rolling, people on the street stopped and stared. Their producer began explaining what exciting events would occur today.

“You may have bungee-jumped in BTS Run, You may have flown in hot air balloons on tour, but today you will be climbing on of Australia’s most famous monuments.”

“They have famous monuments?”

“The Opera house”

“THE ROCK!”

“For Fu- Goodness sake Jimin-ssi, it’s ULURU!”

“When Jungkook knows more about Australia than he does about me CONSIDERING HE DIDN’T WISH ME HAPPY BIRTHDAY”

“Jin Hyung, I didn’t wish you happy birthday as I thought I’d be respectful and not remind you that you’re a year closer to dying.”

“Are we climbing the Harbour Bridge?”

The staff nod, evidently happy that the fight between the oldest and Maknae could be postponed.

Then they were off, once again spending a bit off time packing and unpacking the film equipment. They were fortunate to have had a hotel near the harbour, meaning that they could easily get there on foot. It didn’t mean they wouldn’t complain. Jin was complaining that his white sneakers were getting dirty, whilst Y/N wouldn’t shut up about her straighten hair sticking to her lip gloss. Nevertheless they made it to the bridge, and were told to change into some fugly onesies.

They all sat in the briefing room, waiting for their instructor to go over the safety guidelines. J-Hope couldn’t stop pouting over the fact that he would have to take pictures in such unfashionable clothes, whilst RM was giving him a lecture about enjoying the moment.

A young Australian male entered the room. Y/N was expecting someone with pale skin, freckles, beach blonde hair, super tall with muscles bulging under his shirt and a strong Australian accent. Instead, she was presented with a young girl, of Asian decent, who had a smile stretching from ear to ear.

“Hi! I’m Jennie. I’m a massive fan,” she said in proper Korean, whilst she bowed down to all the staff and the squad.

Everyone smiled, and Y/N saw Namjoon relax through the corners off her eye. Although most of them could speak a decent amount of English, it still took some effort to understand what was going on. By having someone who spoke Korean be with them for the next few hours, Namjoon wouldn’t have to play the role of translator, whilst Y/N could make a new friend.

Jennie introduced herself. She has half Korean and Australian, was from Melbourne but was studying Law at University of New South Wales, and spoke decent Korean. She insisted that she was absolute trash, and that she only knew how to hold a basic conversation due to being forced against her will to go to Korean School until she was 16. Her bubbling personality matched Hobi’s, but Y/n had noticed that she avoided eye contact with Jimin. Probably her bias. Y/N would ask her eventually.

Jennie sped through the safety procedure, stopping occasionally to ask Namjoon about some translations. She told them what they should and shouldn’t do, mentioning it was common sense not to jump around at the top of the bridge, in case it might fall. This caused Jin to nearly have a heart attack. Let’s just say her humour was not appreciated, as in Jins words “what would happen if the most Handsome person in the world died.” Y/N snark response of “the world would continue” led to Jin zapping her sides, causing her to fall to the floor.

Before Y/N realised what was happening they were making their ascend up the bridge. Due to being on a budget, it was just BTS and Jennie, the managers were instead taking a mini 2 hour holiday- probably bitching about their childish behaviour.

The climb up was silent, the group marvelling at Syndey’s beauty. Only occasional remarks were heard before the comfortable silence consumed them.

“Oh look it’s the Opera house!”

“There’s the… what’s it called.”

“CN Tower”

“Ahhhh!”

The silence continued whilst they reached the top. All of them struck in awe about the setting that unfolded infront of their eyes.

For Y/N it was almost like a movie. Where the protagonist finds there identity. Where they decide which boy to give their heart to. What university to go for. Except for Y/N, those didn’t matter to her. She didn’t need a boyfriend (although she lowkey wished she had one to annoy the boys) nor was she unsure about her future. But she still felt a sense of nostalgia. Or reminiscence. She was doing what she loved, surrounded by those she loved. She got to share the stage with her seven brothers and travel the world. Who knows what she would be doing if she wasn’t tricked into going to the Bighit audition by her parents. Would she be on track to spending her life behind a desk. Probably. But because of her family and team believing in her, she was experiencing life. Whether it be sneaking out of a hotel at midnight with Jimin to eat a local delicacy, which upset their stomachs the next morning, or falling asleep on RM’s couch in his studio, when he was going over one of the tracks she badly produced (although he still called it a work of art). Despite the numerous times Jin hyung refused to share his food with her, or the daily occurrences of Suga hyung slamming the Genius Lab door on her face, when she pestered him to leave his studio, she knew that the loved her. And she loved them. And she made sure she expressed it. Whilst they were, more the most part, vocal about their love for each other, she made it her mission to make sure her boys knew she was immensely proud of them. Occasional notes of encouragement were placed in J-Hope’s dance bag, taking Tannie for a walk after rehearsal so V could sleep, or having those deep and meaningful convo’s with Namjoon to ensure he didn’t have too much on his shoulder. Y/N understood how fortunate she was to be living her dream, and she wasn’t ever going to let it go to her-

“AHHHHHH!”

Y/N whipped her head to her left, worried that somehow her idiotic bandmates had found a way to nearly kill themselves.

And as she did a quick head check, she was happy to count 7 heads with very messy hair, due to the strong winds.

Turns out, J-Hope had dropped his vlogging camera. But luckily, their team had envisioned such events, and made them wear a connecting band on their wrist- meaning that the camera currently wasn’t sinking to the bottom of the river.

The descend down was also silent, once again filled with occasional remarks suggesting the editing crew would struggle to make this episode interesting, as barely any words were spoken.

“They can just replace all of Jiminie-hyungs steps with squishy noises.”

“Or they can replace all of Hobi Hyungs screams with your voice crack on stage.”

“fuck off.”

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navigatorsnorth · 4 years ago

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#my favorite thing about engineers is when they're like 'let's be ten times as careful as we need to be and then double that'

#cool history stuff #me too finx me too #another really good example is #john bradfield insisting that the syndey harbour bridge be 10 lanes wide

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skbtravels-blog · 6 years ago

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Day 6 & 7 Since we had only 2 days left to visit Sydney, we managed to check out some of the most popular spots & beaches. Definitely so much more left to be seen but it’s time to pack our bags & head home ! (Sigh)…

#roadtrip #glroadtrip #travel

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fabaus97-blog · 7 years ago

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Get it started! Der Hinflug

Der Flug nach HongKong verspätet sich gleich zu Anfang um fast 2 Stunden weil die Asien Route über die Mongolei gesperrt wurde. Gestört hats mich nicht wirklich, ich war sowieso beschäftigt mit dem riesigen Touchscreen direkt vor meiner Nase. Ausgestattet mit Spielereien und Entertainment ganz nach meinem Geschmack (Modellkarten, Standort, Flugdaten und ein Livecam-Bild von der Unterseite der Maschine; außerdem Radio- und Fernsehsender, Musik, Spiele und Kinofilme; kurz gesagt: langweil wird mir nicht in den 11 Stunden Flugzeit). Zwei wunderschöne Sonnenaufgänge und 3 Mahlzeiten später setzt der Pilot zum Landeanflug auf HongKong an. Wir tauchen ein in ein dichtes Meer aus Quell- und Gewitterwolken. Weder das heftige Ruckeln, noch das flaue Achterbahngefühl im Magen stören mich wirklich, denn der Anblick ist es wert. Unter dem Flugzeug tummeln sich Hochhäuser und Schiffsfrachter zwischen bzw. auf den bergigen Inseln und Straßen durchziehen das Meer. Ebenso wie den Landeanflug, muss man auch die HongKonger Luft einmal selbst erlebt haben: gefühlte 300% Luftfeuchtigkeit bei 27° fühlen sich an wie tonnenschwere, nasse Handtücher die dich umwickeln und ersticken wollen. Ein wenig überdramatisiert dafür, dass ich ganze 5 Minuten draußen verbracht habe, aber doch sehr zutreffend. In den nächsten 9 Stunden nach Syndey verfliegt nach und nach meine kindliche Begeisterung für jede Wolke und Vogelperspektive und ich fühle mich nur noch zerknatscht und ausgelaugt. Immerhin habe ich drei Sitze für mich, sodass der Schlaf zum komfortablem Halbkoma wird (die Flugbegleiterin hat drei Versuche gebraucht um mich zu wecken und mir mein Frühstück anzudrehen). Außerdem treffe ich die drei anderen Teilnhemerinnen des kleinen Workshops und unterhalte mich gut mit Lukas, der seinen lang ersehnten Roadtrip endlich in die Realität umsetzen wird. Als die Lichter von Sydney in Sicht sind und die Maschine über die grell erleuchtete Harbour Bridge hinwegzieht, nimmt auch bei mir die Euphorie überhand. Unter mir das Land der unendliche Weite und vor mir die große Freiheit. Auf ein gutes Jahr, liebes Oz ✨😊

#vorfreude #überdenwolken #endlich #here i come

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spirollintumblrin · 7 years ago

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Halloween

#Halloween #sydney #australia #nsw #mcquaries #syndey opera house #harbour bridge

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rachaelstray · 7 years ago

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Happy birthday Tyne Bridge

Happy birthday Tyne Bridge, pet! #SundayBlogShare

Today is a special day for the iconic Tyne Bridge – the last piece was put in place 90 years ago!

Construction began in 1925 and The Tyne Bridge was the biggest single-span bridge in the UK when it was officially opened by King George V on October 10, 1928.

The iconic Tyne Bridge at night

Over the years it has had several renovations and been re-painted in the original green we all recognise.

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#90th #90th birthday #birthday #celebrate #celebrations #Gateshead #green #Newcastle #North East #river #steel #Sydney Harbour #Sydney Harbour Bridge #Syndey #Tyne #Tyne Bridge

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franziskaabroad · 8 years ago

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Ankommen in Syndey - es wird langsam

Hallo zusammen,

nun bin ich schon seit einer Woche in Sydney und kann sagen: es wird langsam :-)

Anfängliche Schwierigkeiten im Hostel und bei der Wohnungssuche sind geschafft und die ersten Kontakte sind geknüpft - ich bin also bereit für die Uni!

Aber nochmal zu den ersten Tage. Da Claudi und ich es zum Glück doch noch geschafft haben auf beiden Flügen nebeneinander sitzen zu können, vergingen die 24 Stunden nach Sydney doch recht schnell. Nachdem wir uns verabschiedet hatten und Claudi sich auf die Weiterreise nach Neuseeland gemacht hat, ging es für mich mit dem Airport Pick Up Richtung Hostel. Leider musste ich feststellen, dass mein Koffer die Reise nicht ganz unbeschadet überlebt hat und eine Rolle etwas leiden musste - habe ja aber jetzt 4 Monate Zeit um das wieder zu richten und mit der Versicherung zu kämpfen ;-)

Im Hostel angekommen wurde ich sehr freundlich empfangen, musste aber leider für eine Nacht in das chaotischste Zimmer im ganzen Haus. In dem Zimmer waren 3 Jungs - alle wirklich sehr nett - die schon teilweise seit über 3 Monaten dort leben. Dementsprechend sah das Zimmer leider auch aus. Da ich ja aber wusste, dass es nur für eine Nacht ist, hab ich mich damit schnell abgefunden. Am selben Abend habe ich auch noch 2 super liebe deutsche Mädels aus Rheinfelden kennengelernt - eine von beiden bleibt noch eine Weile in Sydney und wir haben daher auch schon ein bisschen was zusammen unternommen.

Nach einer kurzen Nacht ging es dann in die Uni - der erste Tag der Orientation Week war ziemlich aufregend. Nachdem der offizielle Teil vorbei war ging es raus an den Lake für BBQ und Aussie Sports - spätestens nach dem BBQ hatte sich dann auch schon unsere “Gruppe” gefunden. Die schnellen Kontakte erleichtern das Ankommen natürlich sehr und ich fühl mich dadurch schon ziemlich wohl. Auch bei meinem Umzug nach der Uni in das andere Zimmer im Hostel wurde ich positiv überrascht. Ich bin nun in einem Zimmer mit drei Mädels aus Chile, Irland und England und super zufrieden - haben sogar einen schönen Balkon am Zimmer :-)

Der Rest der Woche verging dann ziemlich schnell. Mit den beiden Mädels aus dem Hostel war ich bei einem Open Air Kino mit Blick auf die Opera und die Bridge - leider kamen wir zu spät zum Film aber dafür pünktlich zum Feuerwerk :-) Und zusammen mit den Leuten aus der Uni war ich diese Woche am Strand, wir sind den Coastal Walk von Bondi Beach nach Bronte Beach gelaufen und konnten die schöne Küste genießen und hatten zum Abschluss eine Harbour Cruise Tour von der Uni. Wir dachten es handelt sich dabei um eine entspannte Touri-Hafenrundfahrt und sind direkt vom Strand zum Hafen. Dort angekommen stellte sich allerdings schnell raus, dass die Mail an die internationalen Studenten mit der genauen Beschreibung und vor allem dem Dresscode vergessen wurde. Man hat schnell erkannt, wer kein normaler australischer Erstsemestler war: alle Jungs ohne Hemd und Anzug und alle Mädels ohne Abendkleid und Heels. Aber die Bootsfahrt war wirklich der Wahnsinn - während die Australier auf dem 1. Deck fleißig getanzt und gefeiert haben, haben wir hauptsächlich die traumhafte Kulisse bewundert die für uns aussah wie eine Fototapete.

Gestern durfte ich noch bei einer City Tour teilnehmen die zum Glück mit dem Bus stattfand - es regnete in strömen und der Schirm, den ich netterweise vom Portier des Four Seasons Hotel, wo die Abholung war, bekam, konnte meine Füße leider auch nicht trocken halten. Besonderes Highlight der Tour war eine Führung im Opera House, welche wirklich sehr beeindruckend war.

Diese Woche habe ich tatsächlich auch schon eine Wohnung gefunden in super Lage und ich kanns kaum erwarten mein Hostelzimmer dagegen einzutauschen - dazu aber nächstes Mal dann mehr mit Bildern.

Um die Woche noch abzurunden geh ich jetzt mit den Mädels aus der Uni nach Manly Beach - hier sind gerade Australian Open of Surfing :-)

Liebe Grüße aus dem momentan leider bedeckten Sydney

Franzi

#Franziabroad #sydney #firstdays

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michaelfallcon · 5 years ago

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Where To Drink Coffee In Sydney, Australia

The Harbour Bridge. The Opera House. Sydney has always been Australia’s premier city when it comes to sweeping views and iconic monuments. But for coffee? This huge part of the Australian identity has long been associated not with Sydney, but primarily with Melbourne, a city that’s home base to a host of internationally known coffee roasters and cafes, including Seven Seeds, Patricia Coffee Brewers, St. Ali, and many more.

Sydneysiders are hardly content to let this slide, and today the city is home to an impressive collection of boutique coffee roasters, many located within the city’s inner-west suburbs. You can see it every day walking around the city, but it’s especially evident during the weekend brunch hours, where lines snake outside and the city comes out to see and be seen.

Growth attracts growth, and now homegrown Sydney brands like Mecca and Single O have been joined by roasters from, yes, Melbourne, as well as Canberra. Syndey’s coffee scene has never had it so good. This is not our first guide to Sydney, and you can visit our Sydney archives for much more coverage from the sunny city. But for now, let’s go exploring.

Photo courtesy of Single O.

Single O Surry Hills

Single O has an outsized role in the growth and development of quality coffee in Sydney, and it all started at their Surry Hills location.

This was originally where Single O ran its roastworks, but those operations have since moved offsite. Instead, the space was converted to make way for this lovely and recently remodeled cafe. The latest version of the Surry Hills cafe includes a self-serve brew bar where those who want their coffees to go can fill up their cups with the choice of one of four batch brew coffee options, and then tap to pay at the card machine. This joins a host of single-origin pour-over, cold brew, or espresso of the week options. Feel free to geek out on coffee with the baristas, and check out the shelves for current roasts and take-home kits.

Their all-day menu is just as appealing, showcasing sustainable Australian ingredients with Japanese flavors, as a nod to Single Origin’s first Japanese outpost in Tokyo. Try dishes such as the “croc-ettes”: croquettes made with crocodile, potato, and corn croquettes with Japanese curry sauce.

Single O Surry Hills is located at 60-64 Reservoir Street, Surry Hills. Visit their official website and follow them on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

Photo courtesy of Nikki To.

Mecca Alexandria Cafe and Roastery

Set in an industrial part of Sydney, Mecca’s headquarters in Alexandria serves as both a cafe and roastery. The grand space was given a makeover back in 2017 to take advantage of the venue’s high ceilings, split-level open floor plan, and garden out in the back.

Coffee is the main star here. Mecca has long been one of Australia’s best roasters, and that’s on full display here at this cafe, from pour-over bar to a keenly dialed in batch brew service, alongside ever-changing espresso options.

Beyond coffee, the venue is also licensed to serve natural wines, beer on tap, and cocktails. Try a bagel with ricotta and tomatoes, a bowl of house-made granola, or maybe some coffee-cured salmon. The space is also big enough to offer cupping classes on-site, which can help with those looking to learn a thing or two about coffee beyond simply enjoying it.

Mecca Alexandria Cafe and Roastery is located at 26 Bourke Road, Alexandria. Visit their official website and follow them on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

Photo courtesy of ONA Coffee.

Ona Coffee Marrickville

Ona Coffee hails originally from Canberra, and at their Sydney cafe they specialize in brewing coffees by the cup. The ever-evolving list of coffee offerings is showcased in a bounded leather menu, similarly to how a wine list would be presented at a restaurant. Reading through it, you’ll find descriptions about coffees that have been roasted, aged, and then vacuum-sealed into individual servings until they’re required for brewing. It’s an impressive operation, and more or less completely unlike anything you’ll find in Sydney.

Unlike most cafes, the Ona Coffee Marrickville is set up similarly to a bar. There’s an island table that doubles as counter seating to allow for complete interaction with the baristas, who make each cup of coffee with great consideration. Food here is not the main focus, although there are lovely doughnuts delivered daily from Shortstop Donuts that are delivered daily to the cafe, and a small menu of breakfast savories.

Ona Coffee Marrickville is located at 140 Marrickville Road, Marrickville. Visit their official website and follow them on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

Photo courtesy of Prue Ruscoe.

Edition Coffee Roasters

The vibe is dark and moody. The design fuses Japan and Scandinavia. This is the new home of Edition Coffee Roasters.

Edition’s original (and very popular) store in Darlinghurst closed in October 2018, and their new space in Darling Square could not be more different. That space was all about soaking in the natural light; this new space takes on an all-black charcoal palette, inspired by an antique Japanese farmhouse aesthetic. Just like its first cafe, the team offers a range of single-origin coffees roasted in-house, giving coffee drinkers the option to have them as a batch brew, pour-over, AeroPress, Japanese drip, or cold brew.

The food menu leans on Japanese influences, with dishes ranging from bento boxes, to pork katsu burgers, to 12-hour roasted lamb glazed with miso. There are also the unmissable Japanese pancakes, so outrageously fluffy and light. Come Friday evenings, and the day-time eatery transforms into a natural wine bar along with an ever-changing set menu.

Edition Coffee Roasters is located at 60 Darling Drive, Haymarket. Visit their official website and follow them on Facebook and Instagram.

Photo courtesy of Coffee Alchemy.

Coffee Alchemy

An unassuming brick corner shop sits behind drawn blinds and tinted windows. You’d hardly know it was a cafe at all if it weren’t for the line filling out the door.

This is Coffee Alchemy, whose coffee bar occupies a small space at the front of its roastery. The two areas are divided by a drawn curtain, which suggests an “order to go” decision encouraged sparse bench seating inside and out.

But people don’t come to Coffee Alchemy for the decor. Here, it’s about the coffee, overseen by owner Hazel de Los Reyes, whose local profile includes winning the Australian Cup Tasters and NSW Barista Championships. Coffee Alchemy was her first cafe; she also owns the excellent Gumption by Coffee Alchemy and Micro Coffee, both located in the CBD.

Coffee Alchemy is located at 24 Addison Road, Marrickville. Visit their official website and follow them on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

Double Tap Coffee

There’s nothing quite like a neighborhood cafe. A place serving locals with high-quality coffee, no-fuss food, and friendly service—that’s what Double Tap is all about.

On most days here you’ll find owner Daniel Karaconji running the front of the house, serving up coffee using beans from a local roaster, Panorama Coffee Roasters. He draws on his experience as being the former head barista of Coffee Alchemy. Meanwhile, his parents and wife can be found in the kitchen making generously sized sandwiches, such as poached chicken with avocado and chipotle or wraps of lamb mince with hummus, tabouli, and chili.

Karaconji’s mum is also responsible for the mouth-watering cakes that are on display daily, alongside other sweet treats including croissants and pastries. Cake choices can range from an orange and poppy seed to Persian almond and rose water.

The cafe is hidden in between industrial warehouses of the inner-west suburb of Marrickville. It sticks with a black and white theme, with hints of greenery and wood from the tabletops and matching chairs.

Double Tap Coffee is located at 54/56 Smith Street, Marrickville. Visit their official website and follow them on Facebook and Instagram.

Aimee Chanthadavong is a freelance journalist based in Sydney. Read more Aimee Chanthadavong for Sprudge.

Photos by author unless otherwise noted.

Top image via Adobe Stock/Javen

Much, much more Sydney coverage is available in our archives!

Where To Drink Coffee In Sydney, Australia published first on https://medium.com/@LinLinCoffee

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shebreathesslowly · 5 years ago

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Where To Drink Coffee In Sydney, Australia

Photo courtesy of Single O.

Single O Surry Hills

Single O has an outsized role in the growth and development of quality coffee in Sydney, and it all started at their Surry Hills location.

Single O Surry Hills is located at 60-64 Reservoir Street, Surry Hills. Visit their official website and follow them on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

Photo courtesy of Nikki To.

Mecca Alexandria Cafe and Roastery

Mecca Alexandria Cafe and Roastery is located at 26 Bourke Road, Alexandria. Visit their official website and follow them on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

Photo courtesy of ONA Coffee.

Ona Coffee Marrickville

Ona Coffee Marrickville is located at 140 Marrickville Road, Marrickville. Visit their official website and follow them on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

Photo courtesy of Prue Ruscoe.

Edition Coffee Roasters

The vibe is dark and moody. The design fuses Japan and Scandinavia. This is the new home of Edition Coffee Roasters.

Edition Coffee Roasters is located at 60 Darling Drive, Haymarket. Visit their official website and follow them on Facebook and Instagram.

Photo courtesy of Coffee Alchemy.

Coffee Alchemy

An unassuming brick corner shop sits behind drawn blinds and tinted windows. You’d hardly know it was a cafe at all if it weren’t for the line filling out the door.

Coffee Alchemy is located at 24 Addison Road, Marrickville. Visit their official website and follow them on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

Double Tap Coffee

There’s nothing quite like a neighborhood cafe. A place serving locals with high-quality coffee, no-fuss food, and friendly service—that’s what Double Tap is all about.

Double Tap Coffee is located at 54/56 Smith Street, Marrickville. Visit their official website and follow them on Facebook and Instagram.

Aimee Chanthadavong is a freelance journalist based in Sydney. Read more Aimee Chanthadavong for Sprudge.

Photos by author unless otherwise noted.

Top image via Adobe Stock/Javen

Much, much more Sydney coverage is available in our archives!

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