Who: Rebekah and Katherine What: A start of a very interesting four years. Where: Mikaelson Estate When: Monday night, week #4 Rating: TBD Status: Closed//Incomplete.
Well, this was a new level of hell to say the least. The family she had been running from for as long as she could remember now owned her once again. Vampire or human there was no escape from the ancients it seemed. The fact that Rebekah was so hellbent on owning her so that she could exact some messed up revenge was disgusting. Katherine had hurt Elijah and Klaus long before she hurt Stefan and Damon. What could she say, she had a thing for brothers that was only overcome by her need of self-preservation.
The estate was so full of people from her past that she had chosen to lock herself in her room instead of interact with them. Her new master, old master and sire all under the same roof was a living hell; not that Katherine had a problem with Elijah, she knew he forgave her for tricking him and making him at odds with his brother for changing her. Elijah was kind like that, it was one of the things that Katherine had been attracted to in the puppy eyed sibling. Though the fact that Elijah picked a slave that not only looked like she could be her twin, but also was of her human bloodline was creepy, if not a bit flattering. Klaus on the other had was the one she had to watch out for. Now that she was in the same house again, she did not know of that simmering anger that lasted ages would strike out against her.
Laying on her bed in her underwear and a silk robe that she had stolen from Rebekah's closet, it had only been a day and Katherine was already incredibly bored. There was a difference between liking to be alone and making sure you are alone by the end of the night because you don't want tag alongs.