Okay, so don't kill me, but this is kind of a filler episode in third person centered around Katherine and Elizabeth meeting again for the first time since Katherine got out of the tomb. I didn't really want to try to squeeze in the Pierce sister reunion in to a chapter, so I just decided to make a whole chapter centered around them.
Elizabeth's reasons for leaving Katherine will NOT be explained, nor does Katherine really want to hear her excuses, but there will be some info revealed about their past (such as who is the older vampire and how).
I hope you all enjoy!
Stay beautiful my lovelies!
Love, Kathy
Katherine Pierce walked purposely through the halls of the Mystic Falls hospital. Her mission was very clear in her mind and she was determined to see it through, no matter what bland nurse or doctor she had to compel out of her way.
She would not be leaving until Caroline Forbes, who currently had Damon Salvatore's vampire blood running through her system, was dead.
Stefan flat out rejected her in favor of that bland, boring, colorless, lifeless, tedious, uninteresting, rip off copy of her- Elena. God, the girl was such a bore- so lackluster and wishy-washy- and she had absolutely no taste. How Stefan ever fell in love with her, Katherine would never understand. She thought for sure he'd try to find himself another Elizabeth since he had been so attached to her, or at the very least come back to Katherine.
Sigh, but he chose to do this the hard way. Him and his brother both wanted her out of town and out of their lives, apparently they didn't understand that that wasn't an option, so she needed to send them a message that the game was on.
Poor Caroline would pay the price of not only serving as a message to Stefan and Damon, but she would also play the role of the sacrificial vampire when the time came. That ought to teach Stefan to reject her.
Honestly, Katherine could care less that Damon hated her and rejected her offer of mutual sexual release. She knew his head was too far up little miss baby Gilbert's ass to take Katherine up on her booty call. She wouldn't be surprised if he even turned Elizabeth, herself, down although it could be argued that Damon saw Samantha as a replacement.
Katherine would have to watch them longer in order to really figured that out for herself. Damon seemed to genuinely care about Sam, but considering that her sister had yet to make an appearance…that could change.
However, Katherine couldn't deny that there was something…different about Damon. No, not the fact that he was a vampire and was much more sarcastic and…temperamental than he had been before. Damon wasn't where the changes were.
The changes were in the way Damon looked at Sam. The way his eyes softened each time he saw her, the way his voice turned gentle every time he spoke to her, and the way his body seemed to naturally gravitate toward her and he turned protective each time he perceived her to be in danger.
He seemed like he had been in the dark for so long after Katherine got locked in the tomb and her bitch sister took off, yet every time Sam came around, he seemed like he saw the light for the first time in over a century.
Though, Katherine would never understand that attraction either. Sam seemed as lifeless and boring as her sister, but she was worse in the sense that she allowed her older sister to blatantly lie to her and walk all over her. Oh, if only Elizabeth could see how her little look-a-like turned out.
Slowing outside the chatty blonde's hospital room, Katherine realized that there was something missing. Something that should have been loud, clear, consistent…
Why couldn't she hear Caroline's heart beat?
Throwing the door open, Katherine marched in to the room and eyed the area as she walked to the unconscious, motionless Caroline's side. When she noticed that there was no signs that she was breathing, Katherine placed her fingers on Caroline's wrist, checking for a pulse, then pulled back when she found none.
Caroline Forbes was dead. And not by her own doing.
Katherine retracted her hand slowly once she detected her presence. The presence of the person she'd been searching for since she was freed from the tomb, but now suddenly didn't even want to look at.
"I figured you'd be making a stop here."
Her voice was the same. Light, tinkling, charming, and girly. The few men who didn't fall prey to her beauty alone were finished at the sound of her voice, enslaved by the sweetness her tone emphasized on the words she spoke with her silver tongue.
"Elizabeth," Katherine said unsurprised without looking at her.
"Hello sister," Elizabeth greeted cheerfully. "It's been a while."
"Quite a while."
"Won't you even look at me? You've been away for over a century. That's too long a time for you to not properly greet me."
White hot anger suddenly filled Katherine and she saw red. Gripping Caroline's bed bars so tightly that they crushed, Katherine did her best to maintain her composure.
"If I look at you," Katherine spoke, seething. "I may just kill you."
"Oh you don't mean that," Elizabeth said, heels clicking as she stepped further in to the room. "I'm your little sister. You love me too much!"
"I wouldn't bet on it," Katherine spat. "Where the hell have you been, anyway? Why are you making an appearance now? And why this way?"
"Well I've always been one for dramatic entrances. You know that," Elizabeth started. "As for why I'm making an appearance now…well, I think you know the answer to that. It's the same reason you're here."
Her steps got closer, but Katherine continued staring forward. She knew sooner or later Elizabeth would reach the other side of Caroline's bed and she would have no choice but to look at the sister she detested or look elsewhere.
She still had time to decide.
"So you killed Caroline because you're unsatisfied with your replacement," Katherine decided to mess with Elizabeth. "How is it that she looks exactly like you?"
Elizabeth gave no sign that she knew, but Katherine knew that was a lie. Elizabeth knew her lineage, she knew every reason why that girl was a copy of her. She just was playing her usual games.
Katherine brushed it off, choosing to ignore it since it didn't matter for now, and continued. "In any case, Damon does seem to like her a lot more than he did you."
"I can't help thinking that bothers you a lot more than it should bother me," Elizabeth giggled. "After all, that was quite cruel of you to tell him that I never loved him or Stefan. Are you sure you weren't just lashing out because he and Stefan hurt your feelings?"
Katherine finally snapped.
Releasing the bed bar, she whirled around and sped toward Elizabeth, clenching her hand around her throat and slamming her against the wall in a very similar manner to how she pinned Bonnie Bennett earlier.
This, Katherine realized after, was the first time she was facing her sister in over 100 years and Elizabeth's look evolved to fit with modern times. Instead of a long, beautifully made gown just for her, Elizabeth wore a flared cream white skirt and a long loose sleeve light pink shirt with indigo patterns accompanied by a dark brown skinny belt and nude pumps.
Katherine noted, to no surprise, that Elizabeth's style could be classified as it always was: glamorous and sophisticated.
Clothing aside, her little sister looked exactly the same otherwise. She had the same deceivingly innocent round blue-green eyes, the same curly dark brown hair, the same pale porcelain complexion, and the same full pouty pink lips. She was the same height as she had always been, though a bit taller at the moment due to the heels of her shoes.
It was only now that she was looking at Elizabeth again that she could see the differences in her and Sam. For one, Elizabeth's hair was a couple shades darker than Sam's and was curly while Sam's was wavy. The second physical difference was their eyes. There was a heavy dose of mischief and…darkness within Elizabeth's eyes. Only when you knew her as well as Katherine did could you see the missing sense of emotion, of humanity, in Elizabeth's eyes.
Then again, they've almost always been that way.
Elizabeth didn't react with pain or shock to being viciously attacked by her sister and instead smiled and laughed at Katherine.
"I've missed you too, sis," she sarcastically said, grinning up beautifully at a furious Katherine. "Jeez, that's how you greet me after all these years? I know I said the first greeting wasn't proper, but this is a step back."
"You left me to be trapped in a tomb for over a century!" Katherine hissed. "You're lucky I don't kill you where you stand."
"Ah ha, that's not your style," Elizabeth chuckled, not the least bit phased. "You'd want to drag my death out. Make me suffer as much as possible in order to get revenge. You share that with him, you know."
Katherine growled and squeezed Elizabeth's throat tighter at the mention of him, earning yet another chuckle from Elizabeth.
"Honey, squeeze all you want. You and I both know who the stronger one is here."
With that, Elizabeth seized Katherine's wrist and applied pressure, making Katherine slowly release her throat from the pain surging through her wrist. Elizabeth squeezed and squeezed until Katherine was on her knees, her wrist on the brink of breaking.
"I know it's hard to believe, but I didn't come here to fight," Elizabeth drawled, sounding bored. "As much as you like to screw around, I know you do know why I'm really here."
She kept her grip on Katherine's wrist and Katherine had to fight against letting out a cry of pain as she gave it a painful twist as punishment for not giving an answer right away.
"Yes," she finally answered.
"Good. So we don't need to go through the whole explaining process," Elizabeth said.
She finally released Katherine's wrist, much to Katherine's relief. She cradled her wrist to her chest, rubbing it soothingly as she glared at Elizabeth and stood.
Elizabeth simply smiled sweetly back at her.
"I was thinking we could work together," she said. "Considering we did piss off the same dangerous immortal vampire."
"You do know that would require you telling me the truth, right? It would require I trust you, as well."
"Can you honestly say you've always trusted me?"
"No, of course not, but there was a period of time when I did. Long before you locked me up," Katherine replied with irk.
Elizabeth groaned and rolled her eyes in pure annoyance.
"Such an ugly way to put it. Are you going to hold that against me forever?" she questioned. "Alright, yes. I locked you up, but believe it or not that was for your own good. At least you were safe down there. Starving and mummifying, but safe."
"That has nothing to do why you did what you did and you know it. You were being selfish. That's all."
"Oh and you weren't? Correct me if I'm wrong, but you plotted with me to out all those vampires and have them "burned" in order to fake our deaths. That seems pretty selfish to me, Katerina."
Katherine winced at the use of her real name, but pulled herself together quickly.
"Well, Elisaveta, I wasn't exactly expecting you to turn on me of all people. Pearl and Emily, yes. I never thought you were heartless enough to betray me, your own sister," she retorted.
Elizabeth shrugged. "Not by blood, let me remind you. And you should know better than to underestimate what I'm willing to do to survive. You share that in common with me, so you should know better."
"I would never have betrayed you the way you betrayed me," Katherine argued stonily. "Despite our differences, I genuinely cared about you. You were my sister. I loved you."
Elizabeth kissed her teeth and walked over to Caroline's bedside.
"Again…not by blood," she pointed out. "Count yourself lucky. You don't know how many close shaves I've had since you've been away-"
"Locked up," Katherine corrected.
"Yes, locked up. You being locked up, as you seem to be so fond of saying, has given you the chance to stay hidden whereas I've had to kill quite a few people in order to keep my status as definitely alive and well a secret."
"You poor thing," Katherine commented dryly.
"Yes, poor me. Anyway, my point is this: let's let bygones be bygones. Forgive and forget. We need to work together in order to reach our shared goal because I have information you don't and you-"
"Can act as your puppet? Not a chance," Katherine snapped. "I'm done working with you and I sure as hell would never work for you. I'm nobody's lackey. Especially not yours."
"Well, that is sad," Elizabeth sighed. "But I suppose if that's how you feel, I have no right to make you change your mind."
"Glad you understand. I'll be working alone from here on out. I'll get everything prepared my way and when he comes, I'll be more than happy to point out which direction you went in."
Elizabeth laughed heartily. "Oh I'm not worried about that any more. That's where the information I have that you don't have comes in."
Katherine stared at Elizabeth angrily for a moment before pushing past her out the door without saying anything more. Caroline was already dead, there was no reason for her to be there anymore. Plus she really didn't want to be around Elizabeth any longer.
She had gotten halfway down the hall before Elizabeth called her name.
"What?"
"If you're honestly planning on working alone, I would tread carefully. There are more eyes watching in Mystic Falls than even you are aware of."
Turning back to look at her, Katherine furrowed her eyebrows. "What does that mean?"
Elizabeth smirked. "Just what it means. Mind your step. She's being watched or…protected, as some would say."
Katherine didn't reply and turned away once more, continuing down the hall to leave this disgusting building and her sister's unbearable presence.
"It really was good to see you again, sis!" Elizabeth called after her. "The 21st century looks quite good on you."
"Go to hell."
"If I ever die, I'll send you a postcard."
Katherine rushed out of the hospital after that and immediately took her anger out on a nurse arriving late for her shift.
Elizabeth, she thought as she drained the quieting woman dry. What are you planning?
Only time would tell, she supposed. She only hoped she completed her own plan and was able to figure out Elizabeth's before she managed to reach her goal first.
Elizabeth would die. If not by Katherine's own hands, then by Klaus's.
Katherine would see to it herself that Elizabeth met her end if it was the last thing she did, kinship be dammed.
Not like they were really related anyway.