Katherine Pierce believes her own lies. (believesownlies) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2013-09-16 20:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | katherine pierce, regina mills |
Katherine & Regina
Talking & possible feels
Monday evening, September 16, 2013; House of Lust
TBD/In progress
For once in her very long life, Katherine Pierce didn't know what her next move was.
Katherine had been in a mopey mood since Gaia had left. She had been the former vampire's first friend here, after all that had happened with Moriarty and no one wanted anything to do with her. She had opened her doors to her and Katherine had taken her up on her open-door offer multiple times. She had truly been one of the only people she was close to and then she was just...gone. Without a word or any notice at all. That's how the seal worked, of course. She knew that. She'd experienced it a few times herself. But she hadn't really felt the aftermath of it before. She had never actually lost anyone she cared about to it until now. And it hurt.
And then Death showed up. Death who would definitely not be pleased with her. Killing herself. Becoming a vampire. All the deaths she'd caused. So many things had been so wrong with that particular Horseman's appearance on the boards. She remembered that day last year when He had used her to speak a piece of a message. She shuddered at the thought. He'd taken over, she had no control, and the rage. So much rage. He hated her, what she was, her very existence was a total abomination to Him and everything that He was. This time, things had been different, but she'd purposely stayed out of it and far away from any and all Death-related conversations. There was no use in getting into them, really. She wouldn't have sacrificed herself, literally or figuratively by switching places with Death for the day. Not that he'd have taken her. But still.
All of those talks, though. She'd read them, kept up with them. She knew what was going on. The things people were doing. For their friends, their families. Even for people like her. A stranger, an enemy. She couldn't imagine living that kind of nobility. That wasn't her. Never was. Never would be. She was a survivalist, through and through. Always looking out for herself. "Better you die than I." she'd told Elena that once. And it still held true. Friends as she may have gained and would do what she could for them, however little that was now stripped of her vampire abilities, she wondered how it would all play out in the end. If she had to choose between them and herself, what would she do? She wasn't even sure anymore.
Katherine made her way around the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine. After the last week or so, and especially today, lord knew she needed it. Once the glass was poured, she left to bottle on the counter and sat down at the table. Elijah was upset with her. Maybe rightfully so, but she couldn't help what she felt. And safe in the Mikaelson household was not it. She hated to tell him no, especially about this, about her own safety. But when it came right down to it, she couldn't possibly feel comfortable with Klaus so close. Elijah thought he could control him, all three of his siblings. But Klaus had already reminded her so many times that she was only living by his good grace. Not that it was very good grace. But still. Should he wish it, she'd be dead. And they both knew it.
She wanted it to be different, oh how she wanted it to be, but she knew that was only like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands. It'd never happen. She would never, for any reason, given any amount of time, be accepted into that family. Not even as a tolerance, and certainly not as welcomed as Caroline had been. Sure, there had been resistances at first, but she saw them, the way they talked and acted around her. She was practically one of them. And in a certain right, Katherine was jealous. Caroline had what she never could. Basic acceptance. No fuss, no muss, no eternity-long hatred. She didn't have to walk on egg shells around them. The way she talked to Klaus sometimes... Katherine shook her head at the thought, taking a sip of her wine. Not a single soul had lived to treat him that way. She couldn't imagine Klaus being a man of love, but even the beast could be tamed, apparently.
She set the glass down and sighed, folding her hands on the table. She wasn't sure what to do. About missing Gaia, about Death, the inevitable Apocalypse that was chasing their heels now, about Elijah. For once in her very long life, Katherine Pierce didn't know what her next move was.