Who: Elena Gilbert and Katherine Pierce What: Elena is furious after the latest episode of The Vampire Diaries Where: The Ice Room Rating: PG-13 or possibly R due to language and moping and Elena getting crazy drunk Status: Incomplete
After putting on her dress which coincidentally enough was the same dress Katherine had worn to impersonate her at the masquerade ball (what she thought it had looked good on them so she had purchased the dress for herself) Elena had given Damon a few long, lingering and distracting kisses before petting Hershey and Marshmellow and heading out the door. She was on her way to see Katherine. She hadn’t seen the woman since she had saved her life and right now, with the way she was feeling, Katherine was the only person who could make her feel better. Katherine had had experience with these kind of things. The people that were suffering back home were people that Katherine knew—even if it was only through spying on her and getting information through Isobel. Dominique and Sirius would be there to listen, but since they didn’t know her friends back home, they wouldn’t be able to feel the proper sense of outrage that Elena needed somebody to feel.
Walking to the cabin, Elena was floored by how easy it was to just walk up and knock on the door. When she first arrived here, she had laughed and had made it perfectly clear that Katherine was not allowed to be anywhere near her. Yet here she was, actively and continuously seeking out Katherine. The woman could easily kill her anytime she wanted. Stefan loved her now. She seriously doubted he’d break up with Katherine if something were to happen to her. She didn’t know how badly she wanted Damon’s forgiveness, but would it really matter to Katherine if Damon ever changed his opinion on her? Either way, Elena didn’t care. She trusted Katherine. Katherine was her family. The blood that pumped through Elena pumped through Katherine as well. She’d much rather openly accept her as a family member than John or Isobel any day of the week. Katherine at least acted like she gave a damn about Elena’s safety—well here at Ridgeway she cared at least. Back home, that was still to be determined. She had warned her about Klaus, but did Katherine do it because she cared or because she needed the bottled blood that Elena had offered her.
With a sigh she knocked on the door. Despite her best efforts with the sexy dress, hair and makeup, her eyes were still red and puffy from all the crying she had done since Thursday night. It was apparently not going to get any better as Damon and Stefan were going to get tortured. Ugh. Fucking werewolves.
“Katherine?” Elena called out. Ugh her voice was all scratchy from crying. That was just perfect. “I’m here!” She called.