catch me if you can.

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#ofmagicandblood, a dependent safe haven for the following mystic falls residents, penned and taken care of by pammy. affiliated with @bleedfm - will not interact with you if you are not a member. 

katherine pierce || vampire queen of virginia || nina dobrev

the moment katherine stepped into mystic falls’ town square, she felt it—the shift in the air, a tension she couldn’t place but couldn’t ignore. the lights were dazzling, the air heavy with winter’s chill, but that wasn’t what drew her attention. it was her. she spotted her immediately, standing near the bonfire, bathed in the warm glow of the flames. elena gilbert. her perfect replica. no, not perfect—younger, softer, the edges not yet sharpened by centuries of survival and pain. katherine’s lips curled into a smile, slow and deliberate, though there was nothing kind in it. seeing her doppelgänger for the first time felt like staring into a cracked mirror, one that reflected everything katherine had once been but could never be again.

she approached casually, weaving through the crowd with an elegance that made her presence feel both deliberate and inevitable. the vampire queen didn’t bother to mask her gaze as it swept over elena, taking in every detail: the delicate curve of her jaw, the softness in her eyes, the way she carried herself like someone who hadn’t yet learned the weight of the world. she stopped just a few steps away, tilting her head slightly as if to study her from a different angle. before anyone else could spot their resemblance, katherine whisked them away with vampire speed into a corner. “well,” she began, her voice smooth and low, “this is… surreal.” the smirk tugging at her lips didn’t falter, but her chest tightened in a way she hadn’t expected. elena’s existence wasn’t news to her—she’d known about the doppelgänger for years, after all—but knowing was different from seeing.

she let the silence stretch for a moment, her dark eyes flickering to the firelight dancing across elena’s features. “i have to admit,” she continued, her tone light but pointed, “the resemblance is uncanny. though i’m not sure whether to feel flattered or… annoyed.” the words were a test, like everything katherine did. she wanted to see how elena would react, how this girl—this human version of her—would handle the weight of their shared existence. she didn’t miss the flicker of confusion that crossed elena’s face, and it only made katherine’s smirk widen. “don’t look so surprised,” she added, her voice carrying a teasing lilt. her gaze lingered on elena’s hands, the way they fidgeted slightly, betraying nerves. katherine didn’t blame her. meeting someone who wore your face like a mask was unsettling, to say the least.

but katherine had the advantage—she’d had centuries to master the art of control, to turn her fear into power, her uncertainty into strategy. “so,” she said, stepping closer, her voice dropping just slightly. “what’s it like, elena gilbert? being… me? let me introduce myself. i'm katherine.” she arched a brow, the question a mixture of mockery and curiosity. katherine knew she had the upper hand here, but she couldn’t deny the curiosity simmering beneath her surface. this girl, this doppelgänger, had lived a life katherine could barely remember—a life untouched by bloodlust and betrayal. for a moment, katherine let her mask slip, just enough to let a hint of vulnerability creep into her expression. the sight of elena was jarring in ways she hadn’t expected, stirring memories she’d buried long ago. but she wouldn’t let it show—not fully. not yet. “enjoy it while it lasts,” she murmured, her voice soft but cutting, as if to herself more than elena. “it’s a fragile thing, innocence.” she smiled again, sharp and knowing, and took a step back, letting the firelight flicker between them.

sookie hadn’t expected to see him here. the festival was filled with families, couples holding hands, and kids darting between booths for hot cocoa and marshmallows. it was about as far from fangtasia’s dark, pulsing energy as you could get. but somehow, there he was — eric northman, standing near the bonfire like he owned it, his tall frame casting a shadow against the flickering flames. she froze, her breath catching in her throat. she’d hoped a night out at winterfest would help her feel normal again, at least for a little while. rikki had convinced her to go to fangtasia the week before, and since then, she hadn’t been able to shake the memory of eric—his piercing blue eyes, the way his presence seemed to fill every corner of the room, the unsettling mix of fear and fascination he stirred in her.

and now, here he was, in mystic falls, standing among fairy lights and candy canes like it was the most natural thing in the world. except it wasn’t. eric didn’t belong here. and if she was being honest, neither did she. she tried to blend into the crowd, keeping her head down as she moved past the booths. but it was no use—he saw her. she could feel it, like a spotlight suddenly turned her way. when she glanced up, his eyes were already on her, sharp and unyielding. her stomach twisted, and for a moment, she considered slipping back the way she came. but that wasn’t her. and she had to wait for bill. she didn’t run, not from anyone, even if they terrified her in ways she didn’t want to admit. so she lifted her chin and made her way toward the bonfire, her boots crunching against the snow-packed ground. the closer she got, the more her nerves unraveled. she wasn’t sure if it was the way he watched her—like she was the only person in the world worth looking at—or the memories of fangtasia that came flooding back. his voice, deep and smooth, had lingered in her mind all week, weaving through her thoughts in ways that left her restless and confused. when she finally reached him, she stopped a few feet away, unsure of what to say.

“didn’t think this was your kind of scene. you don’t strike me as the hot cocoa type.” she said, the words coming out quieter than she intended. her heart was pounding, and she hated how obvious it probably was. she wasn’t sure why she cared, but she did. maybe it was the way he looked so out of place, or maybe it was the way he looked at her, like he knew something she didn’t. being around him was like standing too close to a storm. it was thrilling and terrifying all at once, and no matter how hard she tried to stay calm, her body betrayed her. her pulse quickened, and the space between them felt charged, like something was waiting to happen. she glanced away, focusing on the fire for a moment, but it didn’t help. she could still feel him, his presence as sharp and undeniable as ever. she wondered if he could hear her heartbeat, if he could sense the way her body reacted to him. the thought made her cheeks burn, and she hated herself for it. eric northman wasn’t just dangerous—he was magnetic, and no amount of small talk was going to change that.

the chill in the air was sharp, biting against katherine’s skin in a way she hadn’t felt in centuries. she tugged the wool collar of her coat higher, hiding the curve of her neck, though not entirely. mystic falls, with all its quaint charm, never failed to turn the mundane into spectacle. fairy lights draped over every surface, casting an ethereal glow across the bustling square. laughter and conversation filled the air, blending with the soft crackle of the bonfire in the distance. the smell of cinnamon and spiced cocoa lingered, teasing her senses. she hadn’t planned to come, not really. events like this felt… trivial, too simple for the vampire queen of virginia. but the pull of mystic falls was relentless, and the whispers of who might show up were enough to draw her out of hiding. and there he was. klaus. his presence was as unmissable as ever, cutting through the crowd like a predator who knew exactly where the boundaries lay and how easily he could cross them.

katherine felt her chest tighten, not with fear, but with the kind of tension that only klaus mikaelson could provoke. it was infuriating, really, how his presence managed to unnerve her even now. even after she had claimed her royal status. even after she had the avl's protection. the authorities' protection. she kept her posture effortless, her steps light and unhurried as she closed the distance between them. the warmth of the bonfire brushed against her cheeks, faintly thawing the cold as she stopped just short of the circle of its glow. her dark eyes traced over him, lingering longer than she should have allowed. “klaus,” she said, her voice smooth, steady. “how utterly festive of you. i didn’t peg you as the type to enjoy quaint small-town traditions.” her lips curled into a faint smirk, the kind that hinted at amusement but held no warmth.

“let me guess—you’re here to remind everyone just how unlikeable you are?” her gaze flicked to the ice skating rink nearby, where couples stumbled and spun, the clumsiness endearing to most. katherine, however, found it dull. but she let the moment linger, as if considering it for herself. “or perhaps you’re here for a stroll down memory lane?” she continued, tilting her head slightly, letting her hair fall over one shoulder. the lights glinted off her curls, a deliberate move on her part. she couldn’t help herself—it was her nature to provoke, to poke at the things others tried to keep hidden. the sound of laughter broke through her thoughts, drawing her attention momentarily to a group of locals passing by with steaming cups of spiked cocoa. “so tell me, what’s next? what are you doing in my dominion? another grand scheme? or are you here just to soak in the scenery?” she let her eyes roam briefly, from the frozen waterfalls in the distance to the clusters of people gathered around the bonfire.

sookie adjusted the hem of her coat as she stood near the entrance to winterfest, the glow of fairy lights bouncing off the frost that clung to the edges of the booths. she wasn’t sure why she felt so nervous—it wasn’t like she hadn’t seen other vampires after meeting him... hell, she had gone to a vampire bar with rikki, but there was something about bill that set him apart. he didn’t look at her like she was some strange curiosity or a puzzle to be solved. or at least, he hadn’t yet. her breath clouded in the cold air as she scanned the bustling square. families darted between booths selling handmade scarves and jars of local honey, their voices blending with the soft hum of christmas music. it was a picture-perfect scene, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she didn’t quite belong here. the last time she’d gone on anything resembling a date, it had ended with her hearing more about a guy’s insecurities than she ever wanted to know.

when she finally spotted bill, her stomach did an odd little flip. his movements were smooth, unhurried, and he blended into the crowd in a way that didn’t quite match how different he was. she wondered if that came naturally to vampires or if it was something they practiced. “hi,” she said, her voice a little too bright as he approached. she felt silly for how awkward she probably sounded, but it was hard not to be a little on edge. she shoved her hands into her coat pockets to keep from fidgeting. “you’re brave, coming out to something this… public.” the words left her mouth before she could think better of them. it wasn’t exactly polite, but she was curious. she couldn’t help it. mystic falls wasn’t like washington or los angeles, but she still doubted there was much love for vampires here. as they started walking through the event, sookie felt herself relax—just a little. the scent of spiked hot cocoa wafted through the air, and her stomach growled faintly at the thought of a warm drink.

“do you ever miss… you know, regular human things like this?” she asked, the question felt personal, maybe too personal, but she was genuinely curious. it was hard to imagine not being able to enjoy the simple things—hot cocoa, ice skating, the way the cold air bit at your nose. they eventually made their way toward the bonfire, the warm glow flickering against the frozen falls in the distance. sookie hugged her coat tighter around her as they stood near the edge of the gathering crowd. “i guess what i’m trying to say is, i’m glad you’re here and i'm glad you invited me.” her words were quiet, almost lost in the crackle of the fire, but she meant them. even with the nerves and questions swirling in her head, it felt good not to be standing here alone.

the icy air bit at pam’s skin, not that she felt it the way the humans around her did. she adjusted the fur-lined collar of her coat with a gloved hand, scanning the crowd with a mixture of disdain and mild curiosity. winterfest was the sort of thing she would normally avoid—too many children, too many humans bundled up like they were heading into the arctic, and far too much forced cheer. but she had insisted to eric they make an appearance. her heels crunched against the frosted cobblestone as she followed the trail of twinkling lights that led into town square.

pam stopped in her tracks as a group of children squealed their way toward the ice-skating rink, their laughter grating against her ears. she tilted her head, watching them fumble and stumble like newborn deer. “charming,” she said dryly, her lips curving into a faint smirk. “nothing like the sight of fragile little humans flailing on frozen water to make the night complete.” the smell of spiked hot cocoa wafted through the air, mingling with the faint metallic scent of blood from the crowd. her sharp eyes caught sight of a couple huddled together, sipping from steaming mugs and laughing as if the world wasn’t full of things that could rip them apart.

pam sighed and crossed her arms. “humans really have no sense of self-preservation. all it would take is one slip, one wrong move, and their happy little winter wonderland turns into a bloodbath.” she glanced at eric, arching a brow. “and they wonder why we’re the predators.” as they moved toward the bonfire near the falls, pam took in the scene with a calculating eye. “tell me, when we are going to have some real fun and you're going to make it up to me for leaving me by myself?” her voice softened slightly, almost imperceptibly. "I'm hungry. that's all."

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