Chapter Two
"Smile for the camera, sweetheart." The cop said, David, Katherine remembered who had dragged her away from the mall and forced her inside the small police car and towards the Easton, Pennsylvania County Jail.
Lovely, less than a year as a human and she was already a common criminal. She had just wanted to look good for god's sakes! Was that a crime? Apparently it was.
She blinked as the camera went off, "Is this really necessary? I just grabbed some clothes, what's the big deal?"
"Those items you stole were worth at least $500 combine, Miss-"he trailed off. "This would be easier if you had some form of ID."
Katherine glared at him. She barely had enough to eat, let alone clothes, did this man really think that she had an ID lying around? "Pierce," she spat as David took a second photo. "It's not that hard to remember, and will you please stop taking my picture?"
"Sorry, honey I have to put in under file as soon as I can get some sort of information out of our computer." He shook his head. "Address? Social security number? Date of birth?"
You won't find anything you moron, she wanted to scream, I'm over 500 years old. "No comment." She said tightly.
David gave her an annoyed look as he shut the door of the small cell behind her that included a small bed, sink, and bathroom that she would rather die than using it. "Well, you can fight me on this, Miss Pierce but honestly you're just wasting your time. Do you want me to call someone? Family member? Friend?"
"No." she snapped.
"Suit yourself." He shrugged. "But you're not getting out of here until someone pays your bail."
"I'm shivering with fear." She snapped back and when David closed the door she laid down on the little bed, trying to prevent the tears from falling. Damn it, Damn it she hated this. It was so fucking unfair.
She had survived alone for 500 years and a moment of surprise had left her a weak, pathetic human. You're going to pay, Elena Gilbert, Katherine thought angrily, I don't know how, or when, but you are definitely going to pay for everything.
"Did you find her?" Klaus asked the warlock, James impatiently. He had been sitting here with his palm cut wide open and blood falling out and landing on a map of the USA for at least half an hour.
James murmured. "Stop talking, I'm almost done."
Klaus sighed back annoyed as he leaned back in his chair and started fantasizing about Katherine's face when she saw Klaus standing in front of her. The blood that had fallen from the map started forming small, squiggling lines until they stopped at one main point.
"Done," James sighed in relief. "Katerina is in Easton, Pennsylvania."
A smile curled on Klaus' lips. "Fantastic."
Was it wrong for Katherine to feel, happy? Yes, it was probably around midnight right now and she was still stuck in that stupid jail cell, and she was starving but at least she had a warm bed and a roof over her head.
For the past month her "bedroom" had been parks or park benches, her "bathroom and showers" had been splashing herself from water from the public sink or drinking fountains, and her "food" was any leftover food that she could find.
This whole month, she had been constantly hungry and cold and tired.
Maybe jail wouldn't be so bad. She would surely be the prettiest one there at least. She heard voices arguing, though she couldn't guess what they were saying. She heard the door creak open and she groaned, it was probably David trying to annoy her or something. But why would he bother her in the middle of the night? Katherine was in no mood to humor him.
She barely heard the door of the cell creak open before a warm breath in her ear said. "Good evening, Katerina."
Katherine flinched. She recognize that voice, it belonged to no other than Klaus, AKA someone that wanted her dead. She flinched and she leaned back against the wall. "Klaus."
Klaus stood back and admire her fear. "You know I was going to send someone for you, but I did want to see your face and it is indeed priceless."
"What do you want, Klaus?" she tried to keep her voice from trembling, but she was failing.
"No need to act brave, sweetheart," Klaus said in a mocking tone. "You're allowed to be afraid especially since you're so delicate now."
Katherine's lip trembled as she jumped from the bed and tried to make a run for it, but Klaus easily blocked her way and put her over his shoulder. She immediately started kicking in protest. "Let me go, Klaus! Let me go!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.
"So dramatic." She heard Klaus' murmur before she felt the sharp pain of a needle. "Let's quiet you down, shall we."
Without wanting too, Katherine's eyelids slowly started to close.
"Moo!"
Katherine slowly opened her eyes. She was lying down she was sure of that, and she could feel the dusty dirt on her face.
"Moo!"
What the hell?
She raised her head up and saw a big black and white cow staring back at her. She sat up and tried to scurry away as fast as possible using her hands and the balls of her feet. She shrieked. "Ahhh!"
She heard a voice chuckle behind her.
She turned around hastily and saw Klaus at mid laugh, he took away his palm from his open mouth. "Sorry, love I don't mean to laugh, but your expression was indeed priceless. Didn't you have cows in Bulgaria?"
Katherine ignored his mocking. She looked around her surroundings there was nothing but dirt and trees, and shrubs. There was a wooden barn behind her and a pretty two story house painted white.
A big, brown horse was eating shrub near the house. They were completely isolated, except for what she guessed was a town at least five miles away. She was alone, in the wilderness with Klaus of all people. She turned to him. "Where are we?"
Klaus gave an exaggerated welcome sign that reminded Katherine of an over hyper museum tour guide. "Welcome Katerina, to our, I mean your new home."
-End of Chapter Two-
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