Characters: Katherine Pierce and Niklaus Mikaelson Setting: The Penthouse Summary: Random run-in. Not in Katherine's favor. :( Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Language, half-naked chicks, drinking.
So far Katherine had been doing exceedingly well when it came to avoiding Klaus or really any members of the Original family. She was disappointed in particular about Elijah's less than enthusiastic welcome. She thought they'd left things on decent terms, but perhaps, she was wrong. When she last talk to him, she wanted him to leave with her, so that they could start over. She wanted it badly. Despite everything she'd done to him and his family and all they had done in return, she cared deeply for the eldest Original sibling. If there was anyone she wanted to spend eternity or, at least, a good majority of it, with it was Elijah. For a time, before this nonsense with his brother, she believed he wanted the same thing. Now, being trapped here, talking to him, she realized that maybe he'd really never felt that way at all. She thought better of telling him she was human now. Katherine was scared it would get back to other, deadlier prying ears and Klaus would be knocking on her hotel room in seconds. Being human, Katherine was no longer useless to the original hybrid; she was the active doppelganger. Her blood could possibly make more hybrids and if rumors had it right, he was building an army against Marcel. She could be very essential to both sides, but for the moment, Katherine was content to stay as far away from both as she could.
Instead, she spent her days working, as a stripper, in one of the most upscale stripper joints she'd ever seen. Yes, a strip club was a strip club, but the women here were beautiful. They were the best of the best. They were treated better than she'd ever experienced. Granted, once in a while, she found herself being harassed by a customer, but most days, she made a decent buck, tips and paycheck together. She didn't want to work. She still didn't now. However, the job was the only thing she could see herself doing. It was sad, but she didn't know what she wanted to be. What she wanted to do. In her time, the most a lady could hope for was to marry and be the wife of some wealthy man. Now, she could literally do whatever she wanted and Katherine almost wished it was simple like that again. Being human in this world was overwhelming and at times, she missed being a vampire, but the majority? The majority she rather liked being human. Sure, her alcohol tolerance was crap now, but everything else wasn't horrible. Eating. Enjoying a bath. Feeling again. Appreciating. It was all nice. Being a vampire provided her with protection and made the world very easy for her, but she couldn't hate being human...not when she'd missed it for quite some time.
The former vampire took to one of the stages-there were numerous around the club-and clenched the pole in her fingers. The club was filling up quite nicely today and with the prospect of Halloween on the horizon, there was no doubt in her mind that she'd be bringing in a good haul of tips this week. Wearing nearly nothing, but a bra and silky panties, Katherine made eye contact with a few patrons, but only a few and only for a brief time. You lingered too much and they thought you could actually love them. A wink, another smirk, and they were disappeared in a world of spinning colors and loud music. Bucket, plush seats were filled and vacated as she went on with her small act. She usually performed all day, trading on and off with the other girls, and took a break here and there in between. Katherine grinned as a few dollar bills were slipped into the elastic of her panties. If she kept this up, she might actual get out of that annoying hotel.