Tatia

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Walking into the bar. She bee lined to an empty chair at the bar. “Elena Gilbert a bar tender?” She examined the free drink suspiciously. Of course she’d mistake the first doppelganger with the latest one. Katerina was too cowardly to show her face in front of her presence. She knew better. It would be her death if so. Rebekah tapped the umbrella touching the end of it with her tongue. The contents of the drink seemed clean. 

“You and I? having a chat? No…” The original said. Their ‘chats’ always ended in blood shed. She believed she was speaking to Elena. The trust between the two women was barely there. “I’d rather not get stabbed in the back again.”

THE ORIGINAL BLONDIE WAS RIGHT. there’s something about her last comment that activated something within tatia. she was right. there was indeed a tendency in her blood to push people away, to stab them in the back although she had no ulterior motive for it. lips pursed into a thin line, shoulders rising & falling as if given rebekah approbation, that did happen and it was all on me. so why wouldn’t the drink be too on her? she quickly turned around on her heels, grabbing an old bottle of whiskey. alike many stories she knew, what’s old means that is also bitter, but better nonetheless. ❝ you’re right. that’s why i’m giving you free drinks. that, and of course, if you accept to have a little chat. no backstabbing, you’ll barely hear anything coming from this mouth. just… tell me how are you, how have you been. is that a little too much? ❞ genuine concern, no matter which version with the same visage rebekah thought she was, it was still dangerous, to come across her even, let alone sparking up a conversation as if, there was no bad blood separating the two of them.

THREATS WERE RIGHTFULLY DESERVED. she was scared to some extent — but not enough, clearly. doe eyes scanned her surroundings, hoping to find something, an object to cling on. if she focuses on something, she can calm herself more efficiently. tatia took a step back, gaze fixed upon the silver cut ring on her finger. ❝ i know you’re angry, ❞ and rebekah had all rights to do as such, similar to how tatia had the rights to be afraid. ❝ but i can help. with something i believe matters to you. but please, correct me if i’m wrong… ❞ voice cracked under pressure and tatia was left stone cold at what was supposed to follow from her cursed tongue. ❝ what if there is a way of achieving something that you never truly had? being free to choose who you want. and be with them. ❞ an offer hard to accomplish given the state of her relationship with the entire family, yet not so impossible to reach by any means.

   Broken promises had littered Rebekah’s past, both from acquaintances and devils wearing the masks of people she loved. While she may be prone to the sweet words they whispered she knew well enough not to trust them on face value alone – finally. With how much she had lost – how much time had been stolen from her – it would be oh-so-easy to accept the woman before her as a sister stolen from her at the price of immortality. If the world were kind she could embrace the familiar figure without lending a thought to lessons past learnt. 

  Her mind raced with questions she could ask. Enquiring about a trinket a young girl made for an even younger babe was too easy—her own memories had often been used against her, let alone those of a ghost. Instead, she kept to the simple “How – where have you been?” She feared if she said more it would only be followed by the inevitable plea of ‘ if it is truly you, why? Why has it taken so long? ‘, but that was a dangerous road, one too close to accepting Tatia’s claims as truth.

She was right. People did love to eavesdrop. This bar wasn’t exactly a big one. He looked around at the people betting money on a game of pool in the corner. The rest of the crowd was sitting, drinking, and watching an old game on the tv. He looked back at her tempting him to go with her.

“What the hell.” He gathered up his things, and threw his laptop bag over his shoulder. Sam followed the women into the night. He checked for his pistol in his holster. It was loaded with wooden bullets. All the signs pointed to a vampire from the bite marks from his case file. He pursed his lips on guard for the attractive woman to show any signs of her true motive to get him alone. “We’re far enough. What’ya know?” He asked, walking beside her as she strut along side him. He stopped. “Let’s just say I have little bit of trust issues with killer on the loose.”

A   SHEER   MOMENT   OF   FEEDING   HER   EGO.   he   complied   with   her   request.   that   meant   that   the   game   had   begun.   for   a   while,   they   wandered   into   the   moonlit   streets,   no   place   pinpointed   to   arrive.   it   was   moments   like   those,   in   which   she   stopped   worrying   and   appreciated   life,   no   matter   how   chaotic   it   was.   but   he   broke   the   silence.   rude.   head   turned   to   a   side,   doe   eyed   gaze   darting   up   to   look   sam   in   the   eyes.      ❝   have   you   always   been   a   buzz   killer?   ❞      her   words   were   carefully   chosen,   given   the   situation   that   connected   them.   a   sigh   followed,   whilst   arms   crossed   against   her   chest.      ❝   at   first,   i   didn’t   think   much   of   it.   people   get   killed   for   numerous   reasons   on   a   daily   basis,   we   all   lost   count.   but   when   it   became   more   frequent,   it   was   a   matter   of   time   until   the   folks   decided   it   was   a   serial   killer   on   the   loose   and   everyone’s   life   was   in   danger.   as   you   could   see   back   there,   they   care,   just   not   enough.   anyway,   i   don’t   think   this   is   just   a   serial   killer,   i   think   it’s   a   gang.   though   it’s   still   bothering   me   that   they   do   not   take   personal   belongings.   crime   of   passion,   maybe?   or   is   it   a   paid   assassin?   ❞      manicured   brow   arose   as   lips   pursed   into   a   thin   line.   ❝   also,   i   got   you   out   of   there   because   i   too   fear   for   my   safety.   if   i’m   not   alone,   that   makes   me   less   of   a   target.   and   if   you   were   the   culprit,   then   i’d   have   to   kill   you.   ❞   she   mused   nonchalantly,   fastening   her   pace.

          He can sense the tension in her, feel it like waves of pressure pouring from her body. At first he thinks she’s afraid, filled with fear for what he might do to her, but that soon changes as she speaks. Her anger is clear – though it is not directed at him. Niklaus wonders why.

          “I do not want or need your forgiveness,” he growls, unable to control his own rage. And his is most certainly directed toward her specifically. “And I’d rather not hear any more from you unless it’s a bloodcurdling scream.” He has yet to make good on his threats, but if she continues to push, he just might soon enough.

          And yet she continues on, her tone changing vastly and her demeanor growing tired. Frustrated. Defeated. Tatia was never one for fighting before, and Klaus isn’t surprised that it hasn’t changed. The realization brings small, fond memories to the forefront of his mind that he promptly pushes away; he cannot recall stolen moments and passionate kisses whilst he is very blatantly threatening her. He will not be a hypocrite.

          “And again, I say – it’s a little too late for that. Your apologies and if I had knowns mean nothing to me.” A pause in his speech leads to him stepping toward her, albeit slowly. “I don’t even have to torture you, really. My satisfaction comes from the knowledge that your choice led to your inevitable end.” Niklaus stands in front of her now. The proximity between them would have been intoxicating, once upon a time. But that time is long past, and he forces his heart to slow its excitement as he leans down, speaking low into her ear. “ – and I hope that when Elijah was draining you lifeless, you realized the grave mistake you had made.”

SENTIMENTS   OF   ALL   SORTS   TWISTING   AND   TURNING   WITHIN,   FORMING   A   LUMP   IN   HER   THROAT.   she   used   to   know   him,   appreciate   his   presence   and   acknowledging   his   power,   over   her   heart   at   least.   the   man   in   front   of   her   however   turned   out   to   be   scarier   than   she   ever   could   imagine.   heartless,   self   assured,   ready   to   come   for   her   throat.   there   were   many   ways   in   order   to   inflict   pain   to   someone   and   niklaus   managed   to   inflict   pain   to   her   intellect   and   to   her   heart   alike.   she   was   helpless   around   him,   always   been,   regardless   how   many   centuries   have   passed   them.      ❝   do   you   mean   it?   ❞      unfiltered   thought   formed   into   words   and   was   mistakenly   said   out   loud.   it   took   her   a   moment   to   realize   what   she   did   and   her   doe   eyed   gaze   darted   upon   the   floor,   ashamed   of   so   much   she   forgot   the   count.      ❝   right   now,   you   mean   it,   of   course,   why   did   i   even   bother   asking   that,   ❞      not   the   proper   save   for   the   moment,   but   good   enough   at   last.      ❝   but   did   the   old   niklaus   share   the   same   opinion?   it   was   him   i   wanted   to   apologize   the   most.   the   old   you,   the   one   who   had   honorable   values.   ❞      cue   the   dice   that’s   been   cast,   she   was   entering   a   dangerous   zone,   but   she   had   to   continue,   even   if   it   led   to   her   destruction.      ❝   not   implying   that   you   don’t   have   those   anymore,   but   by   your   nature,   i   know   they’re   tainted.   but   you’re   not   a   monster,   like   i   first   believed,   centuries   ago.   i   know   you   have   your   reasons.   ❞      tatia   herself   couldn’t   discern   if   what   she   said   was   either   truth   or   lie   and   her   heart   began   throbbing   again.   for   caution   she   took   another   step   back,   doe   eyes   fixated   on   his   physique   –   in   case   he   were   to   attack   her.   the   bomb   she’s   thrown   out   there   was   almost   ticking   out   of   time,   she   thought.