Katherine Pierce is coming for your blood. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} psychobitchvamp) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2013-02-20 14:34:00 |
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Wednesday, Feburary 20, 2013; The living room in her house.
Debating & decisions
PG/Complete
Katherine had been through a shaking series of events in a short period of time. There was so much going on in her head since everything that happened with Dark. It was all a jumbled mess in her head. In an impossibly short amount of time, Dark had really shook things up for her. He had reached her where it had the most profound effect. He played on her desparate need to prove herself--to the others and to herself--that she could be good, she could do the right thing. He tricked her, had her in his clutches before he even grabbed her up for his carnival. Played his cards so perfectly that she had fallen for every hand he'd played without batting an eye.
Now, after it was all over, she wasn't sure what to do. Having that taste of feeling nothing was so tempting. It was so much easier to deal when there was nothing left to feel. But there was conflict, there, just in the back of her mind, ther was this small bit of doubt, a tiny dash of hope. Doubt that she could handle turning it all back on. Hope that maybe she could come back from all of this. She had friends, people on her side that supported her. People that, if she were to make the right decision, would help her when she needed it the most. People that she only had this one last shot with.
She sighed as she dropped down onto the couch in her very empty house. She leaned back, pulling her legs up underneath her, staring into space as she mulled over her recent conversations with Hatter, Elena and Damon. The bigger part of her that was in control right now told her to ignore them, that they were wrong. But that small part of her, the humanity hanging around in the back of her mind screaming to get out, clawing to break free again, that was the part that protested everything else. And that was the part that brought her here, debating herself.
"I think that while that wasn't the you I am used to, I also think that was more you than you have been in five hundred years."
"Because we both know that feeling something real is better in the long run. ... You are so much better than this. I still believe in you."
Damon, Elena, and Hatter's words all rang so clearly in her mind. That was the thing about being a vampire. You remembered everything with such perfect clarity. Their words played like a record on loop in her head, over and over again. And somehow, the part of her that was causing the debate grew larger. Maybe they were right. Maybe she was meant for more than she had lived for, for all these years. Maybe she should go back, face what she had done.
She hadn't moved in hours, still as a statue as she considered each point, looked at every angle, and tried to come to the best possible decision. She bit her lip, letting the humanity that was clawing to get out slowly seep back in. She could onnly hope she wouldn't come to regret this decision later.