Who: Katherine and Damon What: Katherine got her ass kicked by Dante When: After Dante left the brothel Where: The brothel Warnings: Probably not
It wasn't like Katherine at all. As anyone in town could attest, including her own employees, the minute trouble appeared Katherine vanished into thin air. It was engrained in her after five hundred years of running from Klaus. Saving her own skin was a habit by now and Katherine had no plans to change her ways anytime soon. She couldn't exactly pinpoint why she had decided to stay behind to protect the prostitutes. It wasn't like she actually cared about any of them but they were assets. In a world with no real currency, Katherine was the queen of commerce. Her place had become a commodity, a way to bridge the necessary gap between humans and vampires. Of course, Katherine wasn't in it for that. She was in it for herself and the wealth that her services provided her.
And she was damn sick of people rolling into her place like they owned the joint and killing her girls. They were hers. Her property, hers. Dick Roman had made a mess of the place and then Nora had been the final straw for Katherine. In hindsight if she had chosen to fight Nora herself she might have won and she might have saved a few of her dead girls. She was older than Nora and old friend or not, Katherine was definitely not opposed to staking her if need be. But she knew that would only bring the wrath of Eric Northman down on her and that was the last thing she wanted. She had no idea how she would stack up to Dante in a fight but she found out quickly that it wasn't very well. Katherine wasn't a fighter really. She was lazy and relied on her vampire strength and speed which was all well and good against a younger vampire or a human but against Dante it didn't do much good at all.
"Get back in your rooms!" she shouted at everyone who had gathered around her. It wasn't about safety, it was about vanity. Katherine's beautiful face was mangled and bloody. Once she was happy with how fast the room cleared out she groaned as she gripped the sword and pulled it out of her body. She gasped as she sat up, blood streaking her vision and matting her dark hair to her head. She put her hands to her face and realized just how badly he had hurt her. She would heal but it would take time. Time and blood.
She was glad that Elijah was busy with his brothers and sister when she finally lurched to her feet, dripping blood along the floor as she slowly and painfully walked up the stairs to her bedroom. She opened up the fridge in her apartment and pulled out a blood bag, tearing into the plastic with her fangs. Cold blood rushed into her mouth and she drank it down greedily, every last drop. She was going to need something a little warmer but for now this would do.
Pain was experienced differently when you were a vampire but Katherine hadn't felt an ache like this since the last time Klaus had tortured her. And even he had been a bit more refined than Dante's brutal ambush. Great. Just what she needed. Her head of security to come down with the super flu.
She walked gingerly into the bathroom and took in the damage in the mirror. Her face. Her beautiful face. She had loathed and loved it for five hundred years. Being a doppelganger had given her a certain edge in life. Men gravitated towards her, wanted to protect her. It was just part of the curse of being the doppelganger. But this face had destroyed Katerina Petrova, had driven her to thousands of unspeakable acts and centuries of saving her own ass all because she looked like Amara. This face had been a blessing and a curse but now it was completely unrecognizable.
She caught a glimpse of a shadow in the mirror and Damon came into view. "Get out." Her voice sounded as weak as she felt. Katherine loathed being weak and she didn't want Damon to see her this way.