Disclaimer: The Vampire Diaries is property of L.J. Smith
A/N: I'm just getting into TVD fanfiction, so it might take a while to get into the character's heads. In the meantime, a hastily put together story about Katherine.
Whoa here she comes
Watch out boys she'll chew you up
Whoa here she comes
She's a maneater
-Hall & Oates
Over the years, Katherine had been many places. Of course, many of those places had fallen to ruins shortly after her departure, but really, who was looking at that? The Palace of Versailles held many fond memories when Katherine had charmed her way into the court of Marie Antoinette. Royal families always had the delightful scent of despair around them, and the Romanovs had been no exception.
But in the years following World War II, the monarchies of the old days had fallen to the increasingly popular dictatorships and democracies. And those had held her interest for a while. In the past century, Katherine had upheld communism with Stalin, overthrown a government with Che and tapped phone lines with Nixon. But eventually, even that got boring. What did a girl have to do for fun in the new millennium?
That's how she ended up in Newport Beach, California. This was her kind of place. On her second night in town, she met a boy from the local college at a restaurant near the beach. His blood was tinged with coke and weed and Katherine knew that she'd picked the right place to be. Of course she'd accepted his invitation to stay the night at his house. He wasn't half bad in bed and his blood gave her a slight high she hadn't felt since the early 70s.
Then his father had been kind enough to let her stay in the guest house for an undisclosed amount of time. The people in this town were just so friendly. She smirked at the thought. Everyone was friendly with enough persuasion.
The people in Newport Beach were the type of people she'd missed from the days of the royal families. The obsession with class and wealth, tinged with a healthy dose of depression and hostility made for some of the best blood, in her opinion.
Between that and the anguish of the most recent economic downturn, Southern California was her personal playground. She hadn't had this much fun since before the Civil War. So of course little Annabelle had to go fuck it up with one little conversation. It had barely been a conversation, actually, just a picture and a phone call.
But it was a doozy of a picture. Her phone chirped and the area code was from New York, but Katherine couldn't place it for the life of her. Then the accompanying picture was her. Or, at least, it looked like her. If she had long hair still and was hanging off the arm of some guy she only vaguely recognized.
"What the fuck?" she growled into the phone when the person who sent her the picture picked up.
"I thought you might be able to tell me, Kath," Annabelle laughed back at her.
Katherine rolled her eyes at the nickname. "Do you really think I'd be able to stand if someone were out there looking like me, ruining my reputation with those innocent eyes, Annabelle?"
Annabelle laughed again. "I'm getting my mom out of the tomb soon."
"I always knew you were smarter than I gave you credit for."
"You're really too sweet to me," came the sarcastic reply. "She has the Salvatore brothers wrapped around her little finger, you know."
Katherine was barely paying attention to what Annabelle was saying anymore, instead focusing on whether or not to go back to that hell that is Mystic Falls. And what had Annabelle said? Why did she care about some guys? "Who?"