Katherine Pierce - Katerina Petrova (whoireallyam) wrote in badbloodrp, @ 2013-10-14 17:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !arrival, katherine pierce |
Characters: Katherine Pierce, OTA
Setting: Jackson Square, New Orleans
Summary: Arriving.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, Violence?
Landing in the middle of Jackson Square, on hard, solid concrete did nothing for the now human Katherine Pierce, who'd up until a few moments ago, was hobbling away from a car accident. Her entire human fragile body ached in places she'd never remembered being possible. Her hair still damp from her brief bath in Damon's tub; it was cut short when Stefan or Silas rather, tried to drown her. All she had on was a silky black bathrobe and even in the mild temperatures of the Byou, goosebumps rippled across her pale skin. She'd forgotten what it was like to be cold or hot. She'd forgotten, most of all, how long it took for wounds to heal on a human. If she'd still been a vampire, but no, she'd never be a vampire again. No one had taken the cure before. There was no guarantee that if she turned again, that's she would ever wake up again. It was her cardinal rule: Katherine Pierce never wanted to die and would do anything to keep herself breathing. Unfortunately, it left her vulnerable. Horribly, vulnerable.
Weakly, Katherine planted her scraped hands and slowly pushed herself up, groaning all the while. There was numerous cracking, but in the end, the brunette managed to get vertical, blinking away the dots flooding her vision, and finally taking in her surroundings. If it hadn't been for her worldly travels, she might have had absolutely no idea where she was. Instead, she recognized the statue before her eyes instantly and fear quickly washed over her. No. No, no, she couldn't be here, could she? She couldn't be in the one place where the one person who hated more than anything else currently resided. She just could not be in New Orleans, but she was. The statue was in Jackson Square, the horse and figure at the top were pale grey in the moonlight. Jackson Square was in New Orleans. The place she'd sent Klaus because there had been rumors about someone wanting to take him out. But, how? How could she have gotten here? There was no travel. She'd tripped and fallen and then...she was here.
Katherine winced as she attempted to walk across the grass and wrapped her thin arms tightly around herself. It didn't do much to keep out the cool breeze; all her pores were still wide open thanks to her dip in Damon's tube. The former vampire tugged the robe tighter around her slender frame, but it didn't help much, if at all. She was still chilly. Her soft bare feet were quickly turning hard, scrapped and worse with ever step. There was no one else around, just her, in the middle of the night, and with nothing. She had nothing. At least in Mystic Falls she had the Salvatores, but here? Here, she was alone with her number one enemy. Her only hope was to keep a low profile till she could get herself out of the city and as far away from Klaus as possible.