Post series Caroline. Dark. I don't own the series or the song. Title/ Inspiration from Killer by The Hoosiers.
Kiss yourself goodnight.
There's another doppelganger.
Isn't that always the way?
Always one more.
In the grimy darkness she can tilt her head and almost imagine long curls or unnaturally straight locks, though this one has nothing at all atop her head- almost like a dress up doll, just waiting to be filled in with the final touches to make her whole. This one was really making it too easy for her.
Elena.
Katherine.
She'd once imagined yanking off Elena's hair, in between the theft of not-really-boyfriend number one and number who knows- Will she still be as pretty smooth as an egg top?
Yes.
Always yes.
Her surface pout does nothing to hide her dispassionate eyes as she stares, coldly, watching the image of a past quiver and whimper pathetically in the dank cell, grimy from years of her games.
She doesn't understand why she's here and she once was waiting on her Queen's court to save her.
Like Elena. Like Katherine.
Klaus has let her have this one, or didn't stop her from taking it in any case.
Permission and forgiveness, murder and homicide, tomato tomahto.
The fear feels like electricity and the screams flow as always and just this time she joins them, screaming out her own long forgotten terror- a pale mimicry of the way those two screams, doppelganger and useless lacky had rung out in unison long ago.
She halts suddenly, shocking the other into the same.
It's all about control.
Insecure, neurotic control freak on crack.
She's twisting the barb, levering knee caps, burning and icing and all the while sucking greedily wondering Am I better yet?
Her hair darkens, her skin shimmers like bronze, the right words form on the tip of her tongue…
Except they don't.
She wants to be anyone but who she was, the one Klaus warped and broke into his own image and watches in the shadows, but she wants to be her most of all.
Am I worthy now she's inside me?
Such disappointment she's felt before.
The screams ring out in tandem, and suddenly it's gone. Hers ring out alone and stop. Then the hunt begins.
It was two then, but she doesn't hope for another game like that.
Kiss yourself goodnight.
It ends again, and she's no prettier or warmer or lovelier but she has something the others don't.
Tatia.
Katherine.
Elena.
All the other mirror images that her hand fell.
She's got control.
She's got control and she survives.