| Katherine Pierce |

Kol couldn’t comprehend what she was hiding. It wasn’t like coming back from the dead was something that others in the past hadn’t done before. But, there was something in her eyes that told of the evils she had seen. Something no person on this planet had ever encountered. Not him, or his siblings. This aura that was as thick as hell fire and brimstone hung around her. “Some are remorseful, but then there are some who take pride in the darkness that they have alone created,” he was trying to explain in the simplest terms. The reason he believed redemption wasn’t capable for anyone to reach. He may have been wrong, but to him the world was all different shades of gray. Only certain people were completely consumed in black. “True evil thrives from the pain, and I honestly don’t think a person so vile would bother to atone for his former sins,” he explained thinking of the demons that clouded the eyes of the warlock. The kind of monsters that couldn’t be suppressed. “Normal?” He let a laugh roll from his lips, “and what is normal Katerina?” Nothing. That was the answer. Nothing in this world or the next could even come close to normal. Because normal honestly had no great definition. It was different for everyone. Just like Love, and or happiness. “Oh, but what you’re not seeming to understand is that I want your story,” he admitted leaning forward to really get the point across. “Online? Honestly, I prefer live entertainment. Or you know, technically live am I right? I’d much rather be told than read some nonsense tales over the web,” A smirk playing across his face as he raised up both of his brows. “I guarantee your story is much more entertaining, so long as you come out with it,” he didn’t really understand the need for secrets at this point. That’s why he knew, he knew that whatever way she’d achieved to get her life back.. It had been different. Wrong. And he was willing to spend all night trying to puzzle her out. “I have this astounding diligence, so no, I don’t give up,” he shrugged hoping that she would start spilling the details of her return. “Alright, this should be fun, I’ll take a guess,” he flashed back to what Malachai Parker had said.. “You make a deal with the devil himself?” It was more of a joke than anything else, honestly, he hadn’t the slightest of how she was back. How someone with no one gained ground back in the mortal realm. “Now that you mention it, I haven’t seen Nik around,” he let himself rest up against the cool steel of the bench, “but I’ll be sure to let him know your back and wishing for a nice reunion.” It was almost like black mail, but really.. It wasn’t like he hadn’t stooped lower than that before.

“That’s a good question Kol.” She breathed, head tilting to the side as she thought of it. What was normal to her? It was something she hadn’t really thought of, she just wanted to feel as if everything was balanced around her, as if everything and everyone was okay, not that she cared, she just wanted to be in peace. To not have a n y o n e bothering her. Maybe to even be a Vampire again. She wouldn’t lie to herself, she did miss feeding. “Nothing being out of place, that is normal.” She founder herself saying and licked her lips. The brunette’s gaze was focused on him, listening to every word which left his lips and she couldn’t help but sigh as he said that he’d much rather hear a story from her. She didn’t know what he would get with this. What he would win by finding out how she had crawled out of hell. It was something she felt the need to know if she were to tell him anything, but it’s as he used the form of blackmail in which her eyebrows pull together. “You don’t need to do that Kol.” She spoke, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she tried to think of something, yet she didn’t find anything good enough to make that idea leave his mind. “Why do you want to know? Why is it so interesting, I just don’t get why you’re insisting so much.” She said, a sigh parting her lips. “Why is it so important? I just- I don’t get it Kol.”

Damon stared at Katherine with his blue eyes, and so many thought came flowing through his head. Damon was a vampire because of her, and he couldn’t help but enjoy the thought of her demise, and seeing her standing in front of her a little less dead then he would have loved for her to be. He did remember how much he did love at one point and he remember how he thought she was locked up in the tomb, but the fact that she had admitted that if was always Stefan that she loved, and he was left in the dust until Elena began falling for him, and now he couldn’t be anymore happier, and just seeing Katherine in front of him annoyed him. She was constantly fighting death refusing to die. It was like she was always going to come back just to remind him about his mistakes that was loving her as he did. Damon watched as her head tilted to the side and a small smirk was spread across her face. “You would think, but to tell you the truth Katherine I could careless how you are. Every time that you’re around something goes wrong.” Damon said as his mind fluttered on the question that she had asked about Stefan and why he turned it off. That of which was unknown to Damon, but he planned on finding out so he could figure out a way to bring his brother back, but he hadn’t came across him, and he needed to know that Elena was alright first. He couldn’t bear the thought of her being less than that. 

“Yeah he did, but I’m not going to tell you why.” He said giving her a smirk, “Family matter I know you wouldn’t understand.” He said with a smile on his face. I knew that this would dig deep down into her bones, but that was what he was going for. After all this time Damon still wanted to hurt her for the way she did him for his brother.

The brunette’s lips curved into a smirk as the male spoke, and his words only caused her to chuckle lightly. “You know Damon... It really does make me happy knowing that whenever I’m around, I end up messing up something in your life.” She told him, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she ran her hand through her hair. Honestly one of the ‘privileges’ from being a Demon was the fact that whenever you did something which would be considered back, you had this weird satisfactory feeling, one which made you want to do it again and again, and worse things even. To be true, it was something she was slowly giving into. “I’m sure it must be entertaining though, trying to stop me I mean, but of course it definitely would never be as entertaining as watching you and all the others fail miserably at it.” She found herself saying, the tone in her voice playful yet she was completely serious. Over the years she had come to appreciate their efforts of trying to defeat her, and not even killing her had been successful. “You know, it isn’t that easy to get rid of me. I hope I proved that.”

“After all these years, you’d think you’d respond to me with a little more respect Katerina.” Elijah retorts effortlessly pulling the bar stool out beside her; carefully sliding the fabric of his jacket off his shoulder before seating himself. “Whiskey for myself and another for the lady, please.” Leaning forward he signals the bar help with a simple flick of his wrist, barely making eye contact with the human for more than a second or two. The employee wasn’t with whom he came too see. No, now that lengthy promise was held by the Petrova woman sitting beside him in the dimly lit bar. “Has anyone ever commented that you quite regularly state the obvious, even when no one else is listening apparently.”

Katherine couldn’t help to roll her eyes in that instant. The sigh leaving her lips wasn’t entirely helpful to her attempts at hiding how annoyed and mad she seemed to be at the world that day, but who would blame her? Everyone had forgotten about her after all, and they were all trying to find out on how the hell she had managed to crawl out of hell. The Petrova of course wasn’t stupid, she wouldn’t share that with anyone and honestly, she had an idea as of why they would want to know. To send her back, and find a way to stop her from crawling back out. It was then that the male ordered a drink for her as well as himself, leaving her slightly confused in that instant. If he wanted to know why she was back, he was honestly wasting his time. The brunette wasn’t going to open her mouth about it. Katherine’s eyebrows knitted together as he spoke and she licked her lips, gaze drifting from him to her hands. “Honestly? Not really.” She said. It wasn’t as if many people paid enough attention to her to even realize that. “Look Elijah, I’m honestly not in the mood, so really if you’re here to ask me the same goddamn set of questions that everyone is, then you should leave.”

Taylor’s chest heaved and it caused her breasts to press up against the restraining fabric of her cotton t-shirt bra. Her pink lips were turning white as she had them pressed firmly into a line. Her eyebrows pulled together forming a small indentation between them, like a small pucker of concentration. The nervousness she felt was slowly going away as Katherine seemed to paint an awful good picture in her head. Taylor loved Scott and honestly she wanted to drive him as wild as he drove her with just a simple smile. So..her gaze wandered down to the lace in her arms and her lips spread into an amused smile. She could only hope that would happen once he saw her in whichever set she would be brave enough to wear around him. As the two brunettes browsed the store Taylor’s mind was off elsewhere, somewhere it was just her and Scott and torn pieces of lace – Taylor was dragged back to reality when Katherine asked about something and she nodded. “I hope so.” Taylor glanced down at her body and grimaced. She was never really self-conscious unless Rebekah was around, that blonde always intimidated Taylor. But now..now Taylor had a reason to be worried. No one other than her mother and her friend on a few occasions ever saw her in anything less than her pajamas..and now she was going to strut her stuff in frilly, lacey panties in-front of a man she loved? She wondered if she was ever going to be brave enough to actually do that. Taylor lifted up a white laced baby-doll and tilted her head to the side looking over the lingerie. Her face immediately stained red as she realized the panties that came with it, were not in fact panties at all. It was a thong set and Taylor quickly dropped it back onto the table and a nervous laugh escaped her. “You know for this stuff just being underwear..I feel very intimidated..” 

“Well I guess that I would understand why you’d say that, considering that you’re not really familiar with any of this... But hey consider these lacy sets your allies. Besides I’m sure that that special boy would love to see you wearing these little ones.” She told the girl, her tongue tracing her bottom lip for a moment and a small chuckle left her lips. Briefly the brunette found herself hoping that she wasn’t scaring the poor girl or anything. For once she just wished to help. “You just need to get used to it, feel confident and all. You know the usual. Wearing these is more like a little bonus... Or well... A big one also. The Petrova stated, a laugh parting the brunette’s lips. “Whatever you pick it’ll work. If he likes you, you’ll have him where you want without even knowing, trust me.” She found herself saying, and tilted her head to look at her for a moment before letting her gaze fall back on the lingerie in front of her. “Besides, if it isn’t only for the sake of a good fuck you’ll be driving that guy i n s a n e. Whatever you do, just don’t rush anything. The lace will work its magic, you’ll see.” Honestly she was talking with what she remembered of her first time with either of the Salvatore Brothers. It was intense, l u s t f u l, but also loving. She remembered every single detail about both of those encounters. “Look just... Don’t worry. He’ll love whatever you end up going for. Either way, pick one that will compliment you, and I think that at the moment with this, we’re fine.”

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  Damon was in search of Elena. His undead heart pounding at the thought of not being able to find her. His promise he made to her broken like a glass that a ball was thrown through. She didn’t even know yet. The thought of Bonnie flooded through his mind as well. He hoped she was okay. That’s all he wanted at that point was everyone to be okay. He had quite a bit to do as well as finding his brother, and helping him find his humanity. It wasn’t until he seen a shadow standing in front of him. He moved closer to it, and it was Elena or so he thought for a moment until he noticed the girl had black eyes unlike Elena doe brown ones. “Kathrine,” he said in shock, “How did you manage to claw yourself out of the depths of hell?” He questioned as his left eyebrow had risen to his question, and a smirk placed sideways on his face.

Katherine hadn’t been paying much attention to everything going on around her. The fact that she hadn’t found much answers to where Stefan was, kept stressing her out, and she wanted to find some type of answer to why he had turned it off, yet she hadn’t. It was as soon as she turned to look at the person who was approaching the brunette, in which her eyes turned black, her tongue tracing her bottom lip for a second just before the darkness left her irises, but the male one which she hadn’t seen in a while looked as if he had noticed, considering that her name left his lips. “Damon.” She spoke, her head tilting to the side and a small smirk was adorning the girl’s features, yet at his question it soon faded. “I would have guessed that the first thing you’d ask me would be something different. Like an how are you?” She told him, completely avoiding the question he had asked her. Honestly she didn’t want to talk about anything which had to do with hell, just to leave everyone wondering how the hell she had gotten back. “I heard your brother turned off his humanity. What happened to our good old Stefan?”

Her sigh frosted in the air, puffing out in front of her face as she so obviously avoided the questions that he so desperately wanted answered. The blue bench that she had been seated on was long enough to fit at least three people. Kol approached the brunette with a watchful eye hand resting on the steel backrest. “Don’t take it to heart darling,” he cooed leisurely walking to the other side of the bench, fingers gliding across the frigid chipped paint. “Wouldn’t want to bruise that flawless over grown ego of yours,” the identical appearance she held to the Gilbert girl only had him in a more irate frame of mind, he could tell he didn’t like the doppelganger already. He didn’t really know Katerina, and if everyone had been judged on their previous actions. Surely he would be condemned for his sins. Unforgiven with no sliver of hope.. That hope that was Davina Claire. She was truly the only thing that kept him from giving into his previous evils, shedding blood of the innocents. “I’m not positive if I believe in redemption for the truly wicked,” he said thinking of his brother Elijah, the noble one with faith for new beginnings. Though instead of Klaus — who many believed to be the most vile being — Malachai Parker popped into his mind. The hollow eyes of a true murderer with no intent other than the thrill of the kill. He remembered clearly how it felt when he’d had nothing more than that as well. Some people just needed that something. Or someone. And from what he’d gathered on Katerina, she’d had many people flutter in and out of her life.. But through it all she drug them through the dirt for personal gain. He took a seat on the other side of the bench, peering over at her with overwhelming curiosity. “No, quite bored truth be told, I fancy a good conflict,” his eyebrows raising and falling with his words, her lips pulled into a smile that appeared bright but held dark and threatening undertones. “Though I was hoping you could entertain me with a story,” he admitted with a mocking grin his hands folded on his lap. “Compulsion isn’t comparable to sincere emotion,” he rang in after she so terribly tried to hide the hurt that lingered in her harsh tone, “don’t bother trying to pretend.” Kol rolled his eyes at her short and smart ass answer… “Could you be more bland?” He leaned back and let out a rolling low laugh at her incredulous comment his brows pulling together, “What do you take me for — a complete imbecile, please Katerina, I know better than to believe you simply crawled from the d e p t h s of hell. Nothings that simple.”    

Katherine couldn’t help but scoff at his words. If that was how he was trying to get under her skin and find out about happened he should be well aware that he was failing, yet he kept trying. One thing the brunette hated, even if she would never admit it, was getting judged without knowing her story coming from her first. There was just something about someone criticized by someone who didn’t have a clue about you which she couldn’t stand, but she was sure that there had to be someone out there who knew what she meant by that. Either way, the demon had taught herself to ignore all those things, it was easier than letting them getting to you, so now what she did was basically ignore it, and enjoy the life which she had gotten back. Surely people had reasons to hate her, she assumed that half of this town without having met her did, all because of what she almost did to Mystic Falls’s little precious Elena. Everything would have gone perfect if she hadn’t made such a little mistake. She wouldn’t have had to be stuck in hell for so long, in fact she could have easily had the life she had longed for so long. “And why is that?” Katherine asked, her head tilting to the side as she looked at him, her brows furrowed in confusion. “I do believe in redemption, even if it’s for someone who’s killed a whole town. I believe everything can be fixed, but there’s never a going back to getting things back to normal.” She spoke, her voice calm and her gaze drifted from his to the side. She had used people for her own benefit many times, she couldn’t even remember how many and it wasn’t as if she cared either. Everything had a solution, everyone could become good, the difference was she didn’t want to be good, she didn’t think that there was a reason to be good. It was as he moved to sit down next to her, in which he scooted to the edge of the bench, wanting to put some distance between her and the Mikaelson. She still didn’t want to know what he wanted, or why he even was talking to her in that instant. Something told her that he must have already figured out what could have possibly happened on valentine’s day and surely she still didn’t know how he and Klaus got along as of the moment. “I’m not surprised. I’m not going to lie, I do to.” She spoke, a small smile tugging at her lips for a brief instant. Crossing one leg over the other she rested her hands on her thigh and let her gaze return to his. “I’m sure that you can find anyone else who could entertain you with a story... And I can imagine that you’ll find tons of stories online.” She said her tongue tracing her bottom lip. He was really trying was he? A chuckle parted the girl’s lips as he spoke and she rolled her eyes. “You never give up do you?” She said, head tilting to the side slightly and she bit her lip, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip for a moment. “Obviously it would never be as simple as that. It’s a little bit more complicated.” She said, fingertips tapping against the denim of her jeans. “You can go and have a guess, but I’m not telling you Kol. I’d rather not put myself in danger seeing as you’re related to Klaus even if he most likely knows that I’m back.”

“Here?” Taylor questioned both of her eyebrows raising and the look on her face probably made it obvious. “Yeah it;s a first.”She admitted and shrugged one shoulder trying to make ti seem like it wasn’t a big deal. Even though for the brunette it felt like a h u g e deal. “It’s not that I’m lost I just..don’t know..” She trailed off and looked down at the mess of lace in her palms and she sighed softly closing her eyes and squaring her shoulders. It’s for Scott.. She thought to herself and her resolve was stronger now. It was always something interesting because the person who could break her the most was her strength. “Expert?” Taylor asked and her lips twitched as she wanted to laugh at that. “Maybe you should get a job working here then and help sad girls like me who don’t know what the hell they are doing.” Taylor fingers the lace and sighed, this wasn’t something unusual. Girls bought lingerie all of the time, she just wasn’t sure exactly what would work and what wouldn’t. So even if she felt awkward and embarrassed she was grateful for Katherine’s help with this situation. “What is the point in buying it if he’s just going to..” Taylor swallowed, her heart beginning to hammer in her chest. “Do that?” She found ehrself asking and her hazel eyes opened wide with curiosity and a dark desire. The idea of something as simple as a pair of panties having Scott feel that way towards her, well it had calmed her nerves enough for her to get the courage to actually go and try the things on. Carefully Taylor had taken her time with each object of lace and fancy designs. It was interesting for her to see how the fabric clung to curves she would have never really seen highlighted unless she wore something like this. Taylor felt..sexy. Incredibly sexy wearing these things while she was in the dressing room. She felt butterflies form in her stomach as she tried to imagine Scott’s reaction, but her imagination wasn’t enough to really give her a good idea. She wasn’t fully educated on this whole thing for what she was going to do, so she couldn’t form a scenario in her head. Finally she emerged from the stall in her clothes, the lingerie in her arms and a small smile was on her face. Her cheeks were flushed a light pink color as she looked over to Katherine and gave the brunette a gentle smile. “No, I’m fine. I think I want to look for something else. I like these just, a couple more?” Taylor asked, and added. “Something a little less..sexy but not boring?” 

“Trust me the last thing I want to do is work here.” The brunette said, a laugh parting the girl’s lips as she flipped her dark brown locks over her shoulder. “If you look at the women who work here all of them just look, bored. I honestly feel bad for them, just imagine not just the kind of people they must meet everyday, but also the stories that they might here. Some are just too open about what they’re fantasies are around here. I mean... We’re all here to get some lingerie for a reason, unless you just wear it for the sake of it and because you just simply feel better in it.” She said. That sort of was her case most of the time, Katherine loved how she looked like wearing lingerie, especially black sets, but today she was here for the one guy whom she hadn’t gotten to open up to her yet, to give himself to her, Stefan. “But helping you, is quite different. We’ve met before.” She told the girl and looked down at her arms, making sure that she had picked out enough sets of lingerie to try on. Honestly the demon wondered if Stefan would ever pay attention to her. She was aware that she wasn’t an easy case, but nor was he. He was in that state, one in which he didn’t care about absolutely anything, and surely she would fight for his humanity, but there was something undeniably hot about him being who he was in this right instant, a predator, a monster, someone who would have people behind themselves chasing him and trying to kill him, but failing instantly. He denied it, but he was just like her. They were the same. “Well...” She began, tongue tracing her bottom lip for a moment before she spoke. “Firstly you’re going to look h o t in it and secondly he’ll do just that. You’ll most likely leave the guy with a hard on as soon as he sees you wearing any of the sets in this store. Either way, we need to get you the right one.” She spoke, her voice calm and it was clear that the brunette knew what she was talking about. She had been alive for over five centuries after all, she was experienced in that field. It was after they both had tried it on that they were out of the stalls and the girl nodded. “All right.” She nodded and pursed her lips, her brown pulling together in thought as she tried to come up with something. “Let’s see what we find.” She spoke and made her way out of the dressing room back to her lingerie. The Petrova skimmed through the sets quickly, finding a couple ones in different colors. Honestly in her opinion, black worked with absolutely everyone, so she picked one or two sets in that color, and the rest was rather different. Between the ones she had picked, there was a particular white set which she had picked for herself as well, finding that one exceptional as well as a red one she had picked out for her and a lighter pink one too. “Let’s see with those, yeah? Whatever you end up going for, trust me he’s going to love it.”

“Well..no..” Taylor said softly, her shoulders slumping forward in defeat. “It’s..for my..boyfriend.” She looked down at the lace Katherine handed her and she swallowed. How could she confess to the curly brunette beside her that she was planning to try and seduce her boyfriend after a near death experience? Besides they had been living together for a few months now..surely it was about time for them to.. “I was trying to.” Taylor admitted with a small shameful look to the floor. Honestly maybe it would help if she knew what Scott’s favorite color was, Taylor’s favorite color had adapted from Green, Sunset-Orange, and now it was red. Chocolate wasn’t really a color otherwise that would be on the list as well. The underwear that Katherine gave her on top of the ones she already did made Taylor uneasy. These were much more lacy and sexy than the ones she had originally picked. Taylor wasn’t sure if she was brave enough to wear these under a pair of jeans, how the hell was she going to do it just in that? “Oooh-kay.” Taylor said with the lingerie in her arms and slowly made her way to the dressing room. What the hell was she supposed to do once she tried them on? It wasn’t like when she went clothes shopping, go in try it on, come out and model. Dear god Taylor hoped not. Once arriving at the stalls Taylor stepped in and took the longest time in the world to gain some courage to try the lace on. 

Katherine’s eyebrows puled together, her eyes scanning the girl’s face and the shameful look she had didn’t go unnoticed. Was it her first time here? “Is it your first time here?” She asked, head tilting to the side. “You just look a bit- I don’t know... Lost I guess.” The demon said, her thumb hooking into the small pocket of her dark denim jeans and she licked her lips. “Well, I guess that you weren’t trying hard enough, but it’s your lucky day because you, well I found you and I’m an expert at this.” She continued, realizing how that sounded like and a small laugh passed her lips. She didn’t deny it though, she had had more than enough flings over the years and she didn’t care, nor did she regret any of them, except for well... Damon. “If it’s for your boyfriend you’ll get him hot and bothered in the blink of an eye with anything, so don’t get frustrated. Now you just need to find a set which will male him want to rip it off of you, and I’m sure it won’t be difficult.” She continued, a smirk playing on her lips. “Besides... I’m pretty sure that the ones I gave you will do for that.” Walking next to the brunette Katherine made her way into one of the free stalls. Closing the door behid her she quickly tried on all the sets she had taken for herself, and out of every single one which she had tried, not even one had managed to convince her. So she found herself exiting the stall, and briefly she wondered how the girl was going. "Taylor, you doing okay? She called, arms crossing over her chest as she leaned against the stall's door. "If you don't like those just give them back, well find something."

Lexi’s eyes were fixated on Katherine’s, as Lexi could see Katherine’s on hers as well.  Lexi didn’t know what she should actually do with her considering Lexi thought she was dead. The fact that she was very much alive sorta confused her. As much as she wanted to hurt Katherine for hurting Stefan. Lexi fought the urge, although she wasn’t going to let Katherine go without her giving her some sort of an explanation for how she could be alive again, and her reasonings for being in New Orleans. Before Lexi knew it Katherine’s hands had moved up to Lexi’s wrist’s. “Oh I heard you Katherine, but I’m the type of girl that don’t take no for an answer,” she said looking at the brunette carefully up and down, “I’m not trying to start a fight with you Katherine. I just want answers, It’s that easy,” she said smiling at her, “I’ll let you go when you tell me what you’re doing here, and if you say it has something to do with Stefan then we’re going to have a problem. You caused enough problems for him.” She said as she held her grip as strong as it was. 

The brunette’s eye’s turned dark, and a sigh parted her lips. “I could be any of the people in this room in the blink of an eye Lexi, so let me go. I’m not going to tell you anything.” She spat, her eyes narrowing as she tilted her head, ad slowly her grip on the vampire’s wrists tightened. “I’m here looking for Stefan, but the reason why I’m in this town doesn’t have anything to do with him, at all.” She spoke, her voice calm, tongue tracing her bottom lip. “You should be trying to get to him as well, shouldn’t you? Weren’t you his so called best friend?” She asked, a small laugh leaving her lips. “It seems as if none of his friends, not even his brother is trying to break his alliance with Klaus.” She added, gaze drifting to the side. “So if you let me go, at least there will be someone trying to get him back.”

– ☾ As she listens to the words that spill from Katherine’s mouth there’s something not sitting right with Bonnie. This woman had ran from Klaus for five entire centuries and never once had she submitted, so why is she suddenly worried about the male now? He had no interest in her, clearly. There was so much going on in New Orleans that Klaus wasn’t even interested in the new comers, Katherine wasn’t a danger to Klaus; not even an interest. “Or you could just ignore him like a normal person – or not be in the city that he’s ruling like a god damn kingdom.” Of course that wasn’t going to be the easy case, now was it? “I don’t know what you want, Katherine. I can’t do that kind of spell without your blood and his.”

“Bonnie you wouldn’t understand.” The brunette said, hand moving up to run across her head. “You wouldn’t know what i did to be asking you for something like this. Sure I could have ignored him but not now, not after I-” The Demon found herself stopping mid sentence, she had almost spilled something she shouldn’t have, she had almost told the brunette something she hadn’t let anyone know about and she swallowed. Maybe if she told the witch she would get the help she needed from her, maybe for once someone would show compassion or just let her her down once again, either way she needed help, and she needed it fast. “Look I am sure that there must be a way, even if it’s not through that spell.” She said, her fingers running through her brown locks as a sigh parted her lips. “I sent his daughter of to hell, she’s back and I am sure that she must have told him already.” She stated. “If he finds me, I’m dead, and trust me I don’t want to go back where I was.”

Taylor was a little grateful it was Katherine instead of some stranger, but still it was embarrassing enough. Katherine’s words of wisdom and suggestion didn’t help push away the redness from her cheeks. “I-isn’t that the whole point anyways?” Taylor asked, holding up the lingerie in front of her as she looked a little defeated by the black undergarments. Taylor looked over to what Katherine held up and she pursed her lips at it, she was a little confused as to what Katherine meant as for ‘try it’. Until out of the corner of her eye she saw a dressing room. “I have to try it on?” She asked a little bewildered, like a deer caught in the headlights of a car.  But then a small part of her mind was like ‘of course dummy, how else are you going to know if it fits right?’. Taylor bit into her bottom lip as she looked down at the lace. it was much nicer than what she’d picked. “Okay..” She said softly and peaked up at the sign once more, her feet didn’t move at all. 

“Well let’s see... If you’re just planning on getting shit for a hook up then you could go for that, but if you’re here because you want to impress someone, just like I am, you should go for something which won’t make you look like a complete slut.” Katherine spoke. “So it just depends, why you’re here for.” She continued. “Though if your reason for coming here is the latter... Look for something which compliments you. Black is always a good choice.” She said. “You just need to find the right set.” She added, tongue tracing her bottom lip. Her gaze fell upon the lingerie in front of the brunette and she tilted her head, taking out a couple more which she thought the girl would look smoking hot in. She had a good eye for underwear, and more when it came down to the ones which were supposed to drive the other gender completely mad. Tilting her head, her brows furrowed, and a small laugh parted the petrova’s lips. “Yeah Taylor, you do.” She said, a smile tugging at the Demon’s lips and her free hand reached up to run through her brown lock, before she found herself handing the other sets to the girl. “Try these as well.” She added before she began to look for some for herself. She remembered that Stefan’s favorite color was blue, and she was sure that a dark blue would look rather good on her, not as good as black, but she assumed that it would do.

Taylor was lost and surrounded by lacey, ruffled, and silk things. She never usually ventured this far into this store and honestly she was not sure exactly what she was looking for. She’d gotten healed thanks to some donated vampire blood, and now she found herself in the lingerie section of a store. At the time..this seemed like a good idea but now here she was holding up a, what she hoped, was a matching set of clearly very sexy under garments. Taylor didn’t know why she was going to this extent at all, she wouldn’t care if she was just in one of his T-shirts..but apparently guys liked this stuff. Taylor jumped as she sensed someone behind her and jumbled up the black lace in a weak attempt to hide what she was doing. “Oh hi.” 

It had been a while, since the brunette had gotten herself any new good and sexy underwear. It had been ages since she had been since the brunette had found anything which she could somehow get Stefan, or well... Impress him with, manage to put him under the oh so known petrova infatuation, which many men had fallen for in the past, yet somehow the only one the Demon wanted hadn’t fallen for her charms, and she wasn’t going to lie, it sucked. It was then that she spotted a brunette, one who seemed to be struggling with what to choose and she raised an eyebrow. “If you’re going to get yourself some black lace, at least try and find some which won’t make your boobs fall out.” Katherine said, head tilting to the side and she made her way towards the brunette, looking through the under garments for a while until she found one which she thought would suit her. The petrova had been around for a long while and she knew what she was doing after all. Holding it up, she showed it to her and licked her lips. “Here try this.” She told her, handing it to her.

“Really, and that makes some kind of miraculous difference?” He questioned his brows furrowed as he concentrated in on the doppleganger that he’d heard so much about. More of a bother than she was worth, really that was the one thing that stuck out about her. Kol had a tendency to be overly confident with his appearance, love spell or not.. He figured there was no possible chance she’d actually just brush off his appeal. Not that he was interested in the slightest. If anything, he was just interested in her story.. How she managed to pull it off. After all, to him it sounded as if not one person seemed to care of Katerina’s passing. “You’ve got an appalling attitude.. Very bold, which only makes it harder to believe,” his gaze straying from her, a mischievous grin playing across his face as he shook his head in disbelief. “Did anyone visit you on your deathbed Katerina,” he questioned hoping to strike some kind of nerve within the brunette who wore a more than smug look. It was in his nature to stir up a bit of good natured trouble. Kol didn’t know much about how she’d died, all he knew was no one he knew had cared a lick that she was gone. “Oh my, I happen to appreciate a nice long tear jerker,” he taunted before looking back to Katherine, his eyes narrowing at her waiting for her to start explaining. “Is that right..” He tilted his head to the side taking a few steps closer to the blue old bench she was seated on, “you see.. I haven’t heard praise at the mention of your name, seems no one really likes you all that much.” Kol wasn’t sure how to bait her into the truth, get her talking about how she’d managed to claw her way back into this world. “So how’d you manage to get yourself out of that one, surely you had no helping hand shooting out to come to your aid,” he raised his eyebrows in curiosity, he himself knew what it was like to have few mourn your passing. But this girl, she literally had no one as far as he could see.

A loud sigh passed the brunette's lips and she ran a hand through her hair, trying to think of a way to get the hell away from his questionary. He was Klaus's brother after all, somehting which she couldn't forget about, and whatever she told him could potentially be used against her in the future. “I actually think that my attitude is quite attractive, too bad that you don't see it as that.” She said, her head tilting to the side as her tongue traced her bottom lip. Katherine's eyes went shut at his next words, her hand thightening around the bench's arm. She hated thinking about how things had ended, she hated remembering how no one had actually mourned her death, yet she remembered those brief moments in which Stefan had seemed to care for her before her supposed death. But even after that... The truth turned out to be that she would never be forgiven for her actions, that she would be forced to not be cared or loved by anyone wether it was ina romantic or a non romantic way. It had come to a point that eveyrone had been glad for her to be gone, and for some reason the simple thought of it sent pain across her chest. "Kol..." She breathed, venom laced with how his name left her pink lips and her eyes closed. "Don't you have anything better to do than trying to piss me off?" She asked sweetly, head tilting to the side as she flashed the original a bright smile. She hated remembering the fact that she was alone. The only person who had come to actually care about her was d e a d and that was her daughter, one which had looked for her for over a thousand years. "I'm not depserate for the idiots in this town to like me. I could just compel them rather easily, to do that, don't you think?" She said, head tilting to the side but it was a lie. A big, fat, and obvious l i e. She hadn't told anyone what she was, what she had become and she wasn't going to be telling him. He wasn't an exception. "I crawled out of it, y'know just like in those Science Fiction movies. Watch one and there's your answer. It's just like that."

– ☾ No, she wasn’t bad at pretending to be Elena. It was the fact that Elena had been in hiding ever since Kai tried to do that sleeper spell, which meant this had to be Katherine. Or some new dopplegnager, which seemed highly unlikely. “Yet here you stand, as bitchy and manipulative as always.” Not a surprise, at all. Her lips part and a huff escapes her, followed suit by an eye roll. “Then why are you here, Katherine?”

Katherine’s gaze drifted to the ground her fingertips tapping against the cold wall next to her and she sighed. “I just need a spell to be cast, something which will let me know where Klaus is at any and every moment.” She said, her hand moving up to run through her long brown curls and she licked her lips, her gaze finding the witch’s and he stilted her head. “I’ll tell you whatever you want in return.” She spoke. Honestly Katherine just wanted to keep herself s a f e, if she was going to be staying in this town, and by the looks of it, nothing was working. Everyone had began to find out who she really was and the last thing she needed was Klaus knowing after what she had done to her daughter. "So... Will you help me Bonnie? Or not?"

       Elena’s eyes widened as she saw Katherine. She immediately felt like she was going to throw up, every fibre in her body hurting. Katherine Pierce was on the top of the list who’d want Elena dead now or would most likely trade her, because she was now the SUPERNATURAL CURE. The Gilbert girl took a step back, pouty lips pressing against each other into a thin line.

             "It truly is. How did you crawl out from Hell?”

       However, Elena couldn’t have a filter when it came down to Katherine and all the things Petrova had done to her. Even though she was human, she wasn’t seventeen years old anymore and she could take well care of her own self. Elena straightened up slightly, before tilting her head to the left. Raising a perfectly done brow, the fragile human scoffed.

            “Yeah…no. Not at all. Care to turn around and leave?”

“Crawling out of it, duh.”

Her head tilted to the side, a smirk playing across her pink lips and she chuckled softly. Her shadowself didn’t seem happy to see her at all, something which was clearly obvious seeing how she had almost gotten control of Gilbert’s body a year and a half ago. If she wouldn’t have fucked up so bad, she would have managed to get on with her plan, not only to survive, but to also sneak her way into the younger Salvatore’s heart.

“Too bad, I would have thought that we could fix things, catch up like good old friends do.”

Obviously she wasn’t being serious, but honestly she was very interested in finding out about what she had missed. Maybe something exciting had happened, which she doubted considering that she was the one who brought some actual fun into people’s lives by giving them something to entertain them with, which was trying to get rid of her.

“It kind of breaks my heart that none of you dared to hold a funeral for me. Would have expected that to happen after everything we’ve been through together.”

To Katherine it had certainly felt like the longest day in a lifetime, yet all the past ones had felt exactly like that. She wasn’t going to lie, the brunette missed the fun that came with being a vampire, the whole terrifying people, when you showed them your real appearance, something which had almost the same effect when it came to letting her dark eyes show to whatever human, but was it as fun? Not really.

The brunette wasn’t going to lie, she missed everything that came with being a blood sucker, from compelling innocent people to do anything she wanted them to, to rip into mortal’s throats and hear them scream for help as she fed. She wasn’t sure why, but there was just something amazing about how it felt like to have blood dancing on her tongue, and that was something she would most likely never feel again. All because of that stupid dagger, one which she would have never been staked with if her bloody shadow self wouldn’t have ripped everything away from her, includeing the love of her life.

It was then in which her gaze fell upon the one girl whom she had been thinking about just moments ago, and she couldn’t help but make her way towards the brunette, her thumbs being hooked into her pockets as she walked. Soon she came to a stop, right in front of the doppelgänger and she tilted her head. “It is really hard to get rid of me Elena.” She spoke, tongue running across her bottom lip, and her lips curved into a smirk. “Missed me much?”