"—Katherine...?"

Since arriving in the town Klaus had once called home, he’d remained at a distance close enough to eye his latest doppelgänger  her connections, how far those connections extended and, ultimately, assess if the claims of his followers rung true… and at a far enough distance to remain oblivious to the untrained eye. And, by nature of his age and abilities, no eye was as trained as Klaus’ no matter how many centuries they had lived. Fortunately for those bound by claim of devotion towards his cause and his benefit, the assurances of his followers appeared verified by his own sightings. Her family were few, consisting of her aunt, uncle and brother – but her family still remained. A slow, sadistic smile swooped over Klaus’ lips as he pondered the various scenarios he could inveigle her will to his advantage. Collateral damage was the by-product of family, a fact Klaus had known since ever, and a fact he was by no means afraid to prove, just as he had done with Katerina.

By catalyst of the inward muse of his first doppelgänger's name, Klaus’ knuckles clenched and a tendon cracked; though, upon the moment of their release, the tendons healed in mere seconds. There was no torture he would thrive upon the utter pleasure of more than the opportunity to torture Katerina Petrova. She was the single woman of who had managed to escape his grasp within the thousand years he had roamed this earth, and for that alone, Klaus would never forget – forever plagued by the internal ridicule her flee was on his mind. For that, she needed to die; a slow, painful, screaming death, by no hands but the two of his own. He relaxed instantly, in mind and in body as the tension slowly evaporated from his being and into the hazy, spring atmosphere about himself. According to his sources, at frequent occasions at the relatively-specific time of the present minute, his doppelgänger  Elena, was spotted here, upon her lonesome in the cemetery.

The setting was ideal, almost too ideal. Nonetheless, Klaus made his move closer, swaying effortlessly between headstones, sure to disappear from sight whenever the brunette was to glance within the vicinity of his direction. Finally, he’d arrived at an estimate of two metres from her back. He smiled. At last.

—What do you want?

"Ironically there are more undesirables here than in the state Penitentiary."

& so forceful :(

sexaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

AIM