Weiss Schnee (thislifeismine) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-07-19 22:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | katherine pierce, weiss schnee |
WHO: Weiss & Katherine
WHAT: Katherine saves Weiss from being mugged. Woo~
WHEN: Recently
WHERE: OUT IN THE WORLD SOMEWHERE
WARNINGS: some violence and generally Weiss and Katherine being themselves
STATUS: Complete when posted
The thing about annoying situations was that they were, in fact, annoying. The stupid dream - the only one she’d had - wouldn’t stop repeating itself over and over like a terrible song that she was trying to avoid. If it weren’t for how horrible she’d look if she never slept another day in her life, Weiss might have considered living entirely on coffee and not ever sleeping again, but she really couldn’t afford the dark circles.
On top of that, she was in the middle of a week-long phone call avoidance with her dad. She didn’t know what he was calling about, just that he was calling. It hadn’t gotten so bad that her sister called to ask what was going on, though, so she was sure it was fine. She could call later. Maybe. Probably not, though. She had no desire to talk to her dad, which also ruled out going home. But that also came with a lack of desire to see Whitley as well, with his stupid, smug face and his poor thought processes. He was really getting annoying recently.
All of that, led to a very distracted Weiss walking the streets on her own with a few purchases and a cup of coffee. She didn’t notice anyone around her until she almost ran into someone. “Can you watch where you’re walking?” She noticed the feet were pretty stationary, though. “Or standing. Whatever.” Shaking her head, she moved to step to the side, but the feet followed her and went that way, too, so she looked up at the guy standing there. “Excuse you, but you need to get out of my way.” Ever the haughty princess giving out orders even to complete strangers. Or maybe not strangers, but what did she know? It wasn’t like she memorized faces or anything. Ugh.
She tried again to go around him, which was when he put his hands on her. “I don’t know who you are, but you need to get your hands off me.
“And you, need to give me all your money, sweetheart.”
Weiss wrinkled her nose. “I don’t need to give you anything, and I’m not your sweetheart, so remove your grimy hands or I’ll make sure you regret it.” Not that she had any way of making the man regret anything. She didn’t even have a way to get herself out of his grip, which was a little one-sided now. When she moved to extract her arm from his other hand, she found herself facing away from him and pulled against his body (which was so totally gross. She didn’t know what dumpster he’d woken up in that morning or why she was being physically assaulted like this or why his breath smelled like something had crawled in his mouth and died, but whatever it was, it was gross) with a gun pressed to her side.
“Like I said, sweetheart, you’re going to give it to me, or I’ll find a way to get it from you. I bet your daddy would pay a pretty penny to keep you safe.”
Weiss snorted. “Obviously you don’t know that much about my father. Now let me go.” But he was apparently not in the ‘letting go’ mood. Hadn’t he watched Frozen? Ugh.
Tsk, tsk. That was pretty rude. Not that Katherine meant to eavesdrop, anyway - she wasn’t far off, minding her own business (as usual), with little interest in other people when she heard bits and pieces of a conversation that revealed itself to be a full-blown threat. Smarmy comments all around, like ‘sweetheart’ and ‘daddy’ and ‘money’ that she tried ignoring (because why care when it wasn’t her problem, really now) but in the end ultimately couldn’t (thanks to her heightened hearing, what a fucking nuisance), and it was really, really destroying the window-shopping mood.
Though her hair appointment wasn’t for another hour.
And she wouldn’t mind a snack, either.
That was enough justification to intervene.
Blink once, feel the wind on your cheek, and then she was simply there. Accessorized with chandelier earrings, dangly bracelets, pin-straight hair that would give those who also knew her twin a double-take, but the choice of shoes - needlepoint heels - and the smoky make up around those sly, devilish eyes distinguished her enough from the Golden Sibling.
Her attention wasn’t on Weiss. It was on that special fucker, and she made sure their pupils aligned. Katherine’s smile was equal parts sinister and coy. “Let her go, and aim the gun to your crotch, daddy.”
Not that she was going to let him shoot his own balls off, but she wanted him to get nervous. Real nervous. Men never did like it when their jewels were threatened, did they?
Weiss certainly hadn’t been expecting anyone to come to her rescue...even if she had been really hoping that being difficult would make her less desirable to him somehow. Which apparently hadn’t worked out for her. Her attention had mostly been on struggling to get away when she heard someone talking. Then she was let go.
She scrambled away from the man, not entirely sure she wasn’t going to just leave, but she had to give the woman who’d helped her a thank you, she guessed. “How did you do that?” was what actually came out of her mouth as she looked back at the mugger, who now looked a lot more terrified than he had before. Part of her wished she’d had Myrtenaster, but that thought made her scowl a little. Stupid dreams.
“He just did what you said.” If only people did what she said sometimes. Except Klein. She liked him. Mostly it would have been her dad and Whitley. “Oh.” Because her brain remembered what she'd meant to say, “Thank you.”
That was about when the man started talking again. “Hey. Lady. Let me go. I'll leave the dumb girl alone. She can walk right out of here. I swear it.”
Weiss’ scowl returned. “I'm not dumb. I swear…” She really would have liked to be able to do anything. Even if it did mean admitting the dreams were real. “Just shut up already.”
“I’m rather persuasive,” was the vampire’s answer to the would-be victim, her smile widening (and not in a good way, she looked like something vicious) as her hands clasped together. There were a lot of options at her disposal. One, she could send them both off their merry way with a case of amnesia. Two, she could drink from him and send them both off their merry way with a case of amnesia. Three - and this one would be fun - would be having her make him eat his gun for being a fucking creep, and send the girl off her merry way with a case of amnesia.
One of those options would leave a mess, two of those would make Weiss scream and attract strangers nearby, and the other was boring.
Smart, but boring. A fang slipped out, and Katherine ran her tongue across it like a hungry predator ready to pounce. “You’re going to forget this entire encounter. You’re going to go home, and you’re going to shoot yourself in the foot with that gun. And you’re never going to threaten anyone for money, ever again.”
Hey, she was being generous. Maybe she was in a good mood today.
Weiss would have screamed if anything involving death and vampires feeding off people. At this point, she'd be less likely to scream if she ran into the creatures from her dreams. She'd just curse her luck and try to find that idiot girl that ran into the dust and caused an explosion by sneezing.
She was a little unsettled by the look on her rescuer’s face, though. Maybe she was like those that they fought: drawn by fear. She only seemed to get more pleased looking the more scared the guy looked.
Weiss couldn't lie and say she wasn't relieved when he started to walk away. “Is he really going to shoot himself in the foot?” Because that seemed a little much to call persuasive. Or at least to claim it was just simply persuasive. But she wasn't really in a mood to question someone who could seemingly control people so easily.
Katherine’s way of saying bye-bye to that breed of shithead was with a condescending wave of her fingers - her nails had been recently polished too, thanks to an appointment from earlier this morning. “He is,” she smirked. “He’s going to do exactly what I told him to do. He’s going to forget about you and me. Go home, shoot himself in the foot, and if he calls the ambulance on time he should live - and he’ll never try the same stunt on anyone else again.”
Call it justice, call it fulfilling her sick desire for some macabre amusement, whatever.
And now that it was just the two of them, she could divert her focus completely to the damsel in distress. That look remained, one that implied she was up to no good, deviously dark. “Now what to do about you. I can’t have you running your mouth to everyone and your mother with what you just saw. Gonna have to give you a case of amnesia too, honey.”
That was...something. Weiss had never seen any of this stuff before. She was beginning to regret that she'd ever opened herself to the weirdness that was the OC. It was doing her exactly no favors. Except that this girl had saved her.
“Who am I going to tell? Dad wouldn't believe me. He'd have me committed.” Which was probably true, knowing her luck. Her father was a special brand of asshole. “Whitley would probably be happy with that,” she grumbled, mostly to herself. Then he would be the heir and the company couldn't get better. “There's no reason to give me any sort of amnesia. I wouldn't risk the company to tell the story of an unusual person showing up and driving off an asshole.” She studied the woman again before holding out her hand. “Weiss Schnee.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
Katherine blinked with a slip of surprise before her stare narrowed. It wasn’t that she was shocked being in the presence of corporate royalty, no - she wasn’t one to bow or be impressed by someone born with a diamond-encrusted spoon in their mouth - but it was the fact that they had met. Indirectly. Online.
Sparks flew when they first spoke. In the way of ‘train screeching to a halt and fire everywhere, right before it wrecks.’
That smile returned. A very smug one. “We’ve met,” she replied, not polite enough to extend a hand in return. “Sorry for your weird name. I’m Katherine, and I don’t believe I ever gave you mine.”
Weiss withdrew her hand when she realized it wasn't going to be returned. And also when she realized who she was talking to. Her demeanor changed to something more reserved. “My name isn't weird.” She'd said it before and she'd say it again. “It's not my fault you seem to have a problem with names that are different from others.”
And she hadn't given her name, but Weiss would put her face and name to memory. “No. I don't believe you did.” And now she very much wanted to go back to her day before this whole scenario. “Well, thank you for getting rid of my problem, but I really should be going.”
Weiss was so easy to rile up. It’s like Katherine fed off her annoyed fumes. “You know manners, that’s nice,” she giggled, condescendingly. “Tell me, snobby, did you get bit by the dream bug too? Otherwise I can’t see a regular civilian shrugging off my little compulsion trick.”
Turns out that she wasn’t about to let the spoiled princess alone right this minute. Small world, for them to meet in person like this, and the vampire was going to revel in it. Katherine wasn’t the least bit uncomfortable by the situation.
It was the mean girl in her.
Weiss closed her eyes. This girl was really annoying. Really annoying. Weiss would have taken the annoying girl that knocked over the cases of dust over this. She at least was bad at comebacks and could be easily dismissed.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just wanted to go home with my memories intact.” Because she wasn’t talking about her dream. Especially not to this girl. Nope. She was going home. “I really am running late. I have stuff to do, a performance to prepare for.” The second part was at least somewhat true. It’s just that the performance wasn’t for another week. And she’d already spent a lot of time practicing the song she was singing. It didn’t need a lot of work.
Katherine Pierce to be easily dismissed - hah. Not happening. “And I have a hair appointment that I need to get to, but I decided to be nice and save your flat endangered ass. You could do me the favor and entertain me for a little bit, like girlfriends do.” Except they weren’t friends. This scenario didn’t cement that.
Didn’t necessarily cement that Weiss was hated by her, either. Those flames of fury were reserved for a select few, contrary to the personality dipped in poison.
“What performance, pray tell? Let me guess: you’re rebelling against your rich family by dancing on a pole? That kind of performance?” She thought she was being funny.
“And I already thanked you.” She didn’t need to give her anything more than that. Certainly she had no intention of entertaining her. Not that she could really stop that sort of thing. Katherine seemed to be easily entertained. “We’re not friends and so that suggestion means nothing to me.” Her voice was cold and she wished that she could have gotten away faster than this.
Weiss’ expression hardened and she turned around. “No. I sing. To raise money for charity.” Yes, they were her parents’ charity parties, but she still sang and she still helped. Even if she did hate that she was told she couldn’t sing anywhere else. But she was not telling Katherine that.
“You sing,” Katherine echoed in amused disbelief - oh, she had to hear and see that one day. “Cute. I bet helping the poor people just helps you sleep so much at night?” Little Miss Haughty Heiress. No doubt that the dream bug did bite her, or that she was realizing how complicated it was to live here. It was only a matter of time before she ate her own condescending words. “Maybe I’ll stop by and see if you’re any good. I have my ways of getting into things.”
Again, she was rather persuasive. In a way that didn’t include putting her cleavage in someone’s face or coercing them with a handjob.
“Yes. I sing.” She was only responding to part of that, because she didn’t need to justify herself to anyone. Which meant she was walking off again. She was going home and she was going to remind herself that nothing about this mattered. Katherine didn’t matter and neither did this stupid encounter. “Whatever you want. It doesn’t mean I have to speak to you or acknowledge your presence in any way. I’m sure there will be plenty of people to talk to.” She was the heiress, but she rarely spoke to the people at the parties. They were more interested in her father and whatever he had to say. It suited her just fine. The only people who she had to deal with were the occasional boy that she almost always shot down. It had earned her the title of the Ice Princess, but since when did she care? Later she would take over and that was when things could change and the company could be more than just her father’s vision of it.
She could do what she wanted and sing instead and maybe she would, but she couldn’t leave the company to Whitley. At least if she had control over the company, she could appoint someone she trusted to oversee things and she’d just make sure they weren’t a complete moron that destroyed her image.
It was tough to seriously ever offend Katherine. Weiss was amusing, she liked making her squirm and scowl because, well, she was fucking awful, what else? “Don’t let a peasant like me stop you from you going Disney Princess in the masses for the poor, then. I’m sure you’ll move so many people with your voice that their checkbooks will fall open if you’re good enough.”
After adjusting the strap on her purse and flipping hair over her shoulder - in true diva fashion - she blew Weiss a mocking kiss. “I’ll see you around, snobby. Think of me fondly.”
And then as quick as she appeared, Katherine disappeared. Speed had her seem like a blur that whizzed by, a rude shove past the woman as it happened.
Better than sending her back with amnesia, hm? See, she was nice.