Who: Katherine and Damon What: Meeting When: Now Where: Around the town Status: In progress Rating: TBD, likely high
Katherine didn't know what kind of witchy voodoo had brought her to this wretched town but she wasn't about to let the fact that she was here get in the way of any of her plans. She wasn't going to be Klaus' plaything nor endure punishment for the five hundred years he'd spent chasing her. Instead she was wandering the town, getting the lay of the land, and being careful to keep an eye on her surroundings.
Turning one corner, she stopped abruptly, peering around a tree trunk. Damon Salvatore. This could be interesting. Very interesting indeed. Now she just had to orchestrate their meeting to look like an accident. And she had to come up with a reason why she wasn't in the tomb. He'd been quite vigilant on that front.
With a deep breath, she moved forward again, now looking every bit the helpless southern belle she'd once pretended to be. Even if her clothes were updated to the new century, to anyone who didn't know any better, she'd seem like a scared teen. Stopping in plain view of Damon, she turned, studying the area. Three...two...one...