kate argent don't have time for that. (fuckthecode) wrote in salemscenes, @ 2016-04-17 19:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | derek hale (losteverything) |
Who: Kate and Derek
What: Kate arrives in Salem after her death, finds Derek.
When: Bendy
Where: Some restaurant in Salem
Warnings: Probs. Language and threats. Probably violence. We shall see.
It didn't take long for Kate to catch her surroundings, waking up in a hotel room with crazy vintage fixtures and furniture that looked like it should have dust on it. This was hell? Or heaven, she reasoned, but that was only a hope. A far fetched fucking dream that Kate would never achieve because she was the bad girl. She was evil and masked it under her 'doing what was right.' She had killed innocents, not even batting an eyelash because with their death came the death of those were guilty. Her apology to Peter for burning his family alive was genuine in her mind and that was only because she wanted to make sure her niece stayed alive. She knew her time was up. There was no way out of it. She'd reached a fucking dead end and Peter put her down. Rolling that thought away, she stood up from the bed, wearing the clothes that she was literally murdered in only a few short moments ago. As she looked in the mirror, she noticed her neck was healed, not even a drop of blood. As if it never happened. She reached for her pockets though and her gun was gone. Inside her coat, her knives were gone too.
"Fuck me," she muttered and looked around the room. She saw a phone and she grabbed it before walking out of bedroom and out of the hotel room altogether. The feeling around Salem was fucking spooky, but it didn't deter Kate. She walked freely on the streets, wondering why the hell she was there but she knew why. She took a feather. This wasn't heaven. Or hell. This was something else entirely. The thoughts of who she wanted to see were for her head only, but that seemed to not matter either because her confrontation with whoever the fuck that was seemed like it was all in her mind. She had no money, she didn't have a gun, she had nothing, but that was only for the moment. She knew she'd get what she needed soon enough and it was only a matter of time because there was no part of her whatsoever that thought this was easy, or this was going to be different. The hunt was her life and she was willing to bet that mangy mutts were running around here just like they were in Beacon Hills. That and witches - but please. Like witches were actually fucking real. This was all for show.
She kept walking, looking around and seeing where everything was at. Everything just seemed so normal and it was making Kate itchy just thinking about it. She needed weapons, she needed a truck and she needed new clothes. But first, she needed food. Getting her neck ripped out really gave her an appetite. She walked along the sidewalk, looking in the windows as she did so. She did this for about five businesses until ...
"No. Fucking. Way." She smirked as she walked back and looked inside the window. It was Derek, but something about him looked different. Hell, he was still hot, but he looked older. He looked nothing like the dark, broody boy she had chained up to a rack so she could give him a little shock therapy. Sure, still broody, still dark, but not so much a boy. At least those features were gone. Not that that really bothered Kate much. She did what she had to do to get the job done, she made no apologies. It would have been smarter for her to just walk away for now, considering she knew he was here, but nah. She was dead. Which only meant that maybe he was too? Hell, she didn't have a fucking clue. All she knew was that no matter what, if he was dead, she was about to kill him - again. Let the games begin.