memory lane [when we met]
Three weeks prior, she recalled the moment when her car broke down in town. On her “travels” through Mystic Falls, she’d gotten a flat, and a handsome gentleman offered his help. “I’m sorry, I don’t know a thing about changing a tire,” she had said innocently. It wasn’t like Kat hadn’t seen this fine gentleman before, he was a local after all. Just days before their first encounter, the vampiress found the young man falling all over some dirty blonde at the town fair. The girl had been nearly beautiful, not to Katherine’s degree. In her way, Katherine intervened after the couple parted, stepping in to do her bidding: compelling the girl to forget of him and leave town, after learning as much information about this Stefan Salvatore as she could.
Snap back to the present, she’d grown remarkably close with the youngest Salvatore brother. His mother often invited her for lunch, the two played football in the backyard, attended movies at the local theater, and had even shared their first kiss. Katherine was having too much fun with this slow burn, seducing the human man with every bit of charm she could muster up.
On the porch, they both had their eyes intent on their phones, grunting as they battled through an intense round of Candy Crush. “Ha! I win, what’s my prize?” she asked.Â
