Chapter 1: A murder without consequences
A woman put a dagger through the heart of the man she loved. The police arrested her, but released her a few hours later.
Author's note: So, Kateriina and I came up with an idea. We based every chapter on a black story (some kind of murder mystery. One person tells the murder (for example: A woman put a dagger through the heart of the man she loved. The police arrested her, but released her a few hours later) and the other persons try to figure out what happened by asking questions that can be answered with "yes" or "no") and on a song. This chapter is based on the song "All that jazz" from Chicago, the musical. Next time, we just write it beneath the black story, I thought I'd explain it this time :) Sorry for the long author's note, let's get on with the story!
Author's note 2: This chapter contains a lot of swear words, because drunk Katherine isn't the politest creature on this earth. Have fun!
Elijah was as dead as a doornail. At least, that was what the cops thought. She'd spent twenty years of her precious lifetime behind bars, only because they didn't believe that Elijah was an original vampire who couldn't possibly be killed. Not that Katherine bothered to explain that fact to them. She quite liked her immortal life and didn't want to spend it in an alysum.
She stepped outside the prison and breathed in the fresh air. It smelled like exhaust fumes and cars, and she decided that the first breath of fresh air after imprisonment was a highly overrated movie cliché. She contemplated a while about what she was going to do, and decided to call a cab and get the hell out of this state.
A little while later, a taxi stopped in front of the prison. The front window opened, and a dark haired head appeared.
"Where do you want to go, miss?"
"It doesn't matter. How far can you get me in five hours?"
"Are you on the run or something?"
Katherine sighed, looked in his eyes and compelled him. "I said it doesn't matter. Now drive, and don't ask questions."
"As you wish. I'm Ishmael, by the way."
"Katherine." She quickly put her luggage in the car trunk and entered the car. "Now drive."
They drove in relative silence, except for the few times Ishmael tried to make small talk (first she tried to ignore him, but after five minutes she compelled him to shut up. A rear-view mirror was quite useful, she decided) and for the time he put up some awful country music. (If Katherine would care about anybody who was not Katherine, she would pity the humans who needed to put up with this person without the ability to compel him to shut up. Luckily, she didn't.)
A few hours later she woke up from the voice of the taxi driver.
"Good evening miss! Have you slept well?"
"I didn't sleep. I just blinked."
"For three hours? That is an impressive amount of time for one blink. I should use that the next time someone asks me to bring them somewhere in the blink of an eye."
"Shut up. Why did you wake me?"
"You admit you slept?"
If looks could kill, the car would now be wrecked next to that other red car with car trouble, because the car driver suddenly would have turned into dust.
"I just wanted to say that your five hours have passed. Have you decided where you want to go yet? There is a lovely little town only two miles from here, Beacon Falls. It's famous for their town festivals and extremely old fashioned way of choosing a new government. It is rumored that only the descendants of the original founders of the city can get in the government, but maybe it is all a big coincidence."
"Yes, yes, whatever. I don't care, as long as they have a bar and a place to stay for the night."
"Then you are lucky, because they do have a bar there. All the people that visited it…"
"Just shut the hell up and drive."
A painful couple of minutes later, the cab stopped in front of the "Beacon Grill".
There is no place like home, Katherine thought, full of sarcasm. She opened the door, grabbed her luggage from the car trunk and walked away.
"Wait a minute, miss!"
"What?"
"You forgot to pay!"
She mentally kicked herself and compelled him again.
"Let's just forget about that, shall we?"
"Yes, miss", the driver said and drove away.
Katherine swung her backpack over her back and entered the bar. It was quite empty, but that wasn't surprising on a Tuesday night.
"One tequila, and keep them coming."
She took a seat at the bar, and looked at the barkeeper's nameplate.
"So, Danny, isn't it? I'm Katherine."
Half an hour later, she was getting quite tipsy and that said something. One of the perks of being a vampire was an extremely high tolerance level for alcohol, but with enough tequila (twelve shots and counting), even Katherine Pierce could get drunk.
"I'm just released from prison, you know." she said to the barkeeper.
"Seriously?" he said. He was feeling quite uncomfortable if Katherine was any judge. She tried to seduce him a few shots ago, but it turned out that he was gay. He said that he had a boyfriend, although Katherine highly doubted that. She heard quite a lot of excuses in her (quite long, but not nearly long enough) life, and this was honestly the most common.
"I was charged with murder. They said I killed my boyfriend, but he framed me."
"Why?"
"I'm trying to put a dagger through his brother's heart. I failed, sadly."
The boy looked nervously at the door, but the last customer left after Katherine's seventh shot. Or was it the eighth? Her memory became slightly fuzzy.
"It was quite impressive, actually. He spent weeks preparing for it. Firstly, he drained all the blood from a random person from the street. Somebody who could easily be missed. Then he cut one of his fingers, and put a dagger in his heart. He threw it in the fire, together with the body of the dead man. He then removed the finger of the body and threw it, the body, not the finger, in the fire. Or did I already say that? You can only imagine my face when I came home and saw a finger in a puddle of blood and two cops waiting for me… Don't stop the shots!"
"I think you have had quite enough, miss. Do I need to call a cab, or can you find your own way home?"
"No, no… I'm fine. Oh, and before I forget: forget everything I just said, and ignore the bill. Goodnight!"
Katherine stumbled out of the Beacon Grill. No, scratch that. Katherine Pierce did not stumble, no matter how much she had to drink. It was all the problem of these ridiculous shoes. She still didn't get why people came up with these uncomfortable things, but she still wore them because they were stylish and… There were more reasons why she liked them, but she didn't remember them at the moment. Nevermind that, it wasn't important at the moment. There were other things she needed to decide, like where she was going to spend the night. It was summer, so if she couldn't find anything she could still sleep in the forest. Or maybe she could make some trouble and spend the night in jail. She laughed by the thought of that. The second place she imagined spending the night after twenty years in prison whas the exact spot she just left! A quite handsome boy in a very old and cheap-looking car looked concerned at her, but she ignored him. She also could visit the Salvatore brothers. They had a pretty big house, and soft beds, and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of liquor. She nodded to herself and started walking.
At exactly the same time, Elijah looked annoyed at the door of the infamous Mikaelson Mansion. He listened carefully, but there wasn't any living or undead person inside. And of course, idiot that he was, had he forgotten his keys. He could always just break one of the windows and enter that way, but that sounded terribly uncivilised, so he decided to walk to that picturesque little bar a few minutes from his house, and ask someone if they had seen Niklaus.
A few minutes later, he suddenly bumped into someone familiar. It was Elena, and she was pretty buzzed by the look of it. He contemplated if he had to call the sherrifs for being drunk in public, but he decided against it.
"Elena, what are you doing here? And why are you drunk?"
"Do I really look that much like her? Oh yes, I do!" she said, and giggled.
"Excuse me?"
"Did you really forget your old love so soon? I'd hoped that I left more of an impression. Nevermind. I'm Katherine, nice to meet you…"
She looked up and saw the rather astonished face of Elijah Mikaelson, and the also rather astonished face of Elijah Mikaelson right beside it. Or left beside it… The world suddenly started spinnning and she focussed on the right head untill it stopped.
"...But we've already met. If I remember correctly, you were the guy I used to love, who framed me for fucking murder because I'd tried to temporary, temporary! Immobilize the guy who tried to kill me my entire fucking life and happened to be your brother."
"Katherine, is that you?"
"No, it's the fucking queen of America."
"America doesn't have a queen anymore."
"And that's exactly why that is a stupid question! But stop destracting me! I was telling you that you are the biggest asshole who is currently undead! Has you mother never taught you that it's not polite to frame your girlfriend for a murder that DIDN'T HAPPEN?"
"Katherine…"
"Don't "Katherine" me! You lost the right to call me anything the minute the cops handcuffed me!"
"I think you need to calm down. You are drunk, and don't know what you…"
"I know exactly what I'm doing!" She screamed, and reached to her left boot. After a few seconds, she reached to her right boot and pulled an old-fashioned dagger from it. Elijah stumbled backwards.
"Katherine, what are you…"
"I told you you had no right to Katherine me again!" She yelled, and with a satisfying sound she plunged the dagger into his chest. A few moments later, a car stopped in front of them.
"Excuse me, miss?"
"Good afternoon, mister sherrif! What are you doing here on this fine evening?"
"I received a call about the noice, and went to check it out. Did you just kill that man?"
"No, I only put a special dagger in is filthy original vampire chest."
"This sounds as something for Liz. Do you mind coming with me? You have the right to remain silent…"
"Stilinski, what is Elena doing here in a prison cell?"
"I don't know, Forbes, she seemed pretty buzzed and said she put a dagger in some vampire's chest. I have the body in the back of my car. It seemed like something you know more about…"
"I'll handle it from here. You can go home, if you want."
"It's impolite to talk about someone who is in the same room as you without including her in the conversation, you know!"
"Was she like this all the time."
"Yes. Good luck!"
"It seems like I need it…."
Sherrif Forbes walked towards the coffee machine, grabbed two cups of black coffee and walked towards the prison.
"Do you want some?"
"Thank you." She sipped her coffee. "And who are you?"
"I'm sherrif Forbes. And you are the infamous Katherine?"
She sighed dramatically. "My reputation proceeds me! But how do you know about me? Did one of the Salvatore boys told you?"
"Actually, my daughter did. It was a vague tale about Klaus needing the blood of a doppelgänger to break the hybrid curse, or create it or something…"
"Yes, I've heard about that, and that's exactly the reason why I spent my entire life running from that asshole. I assume Elena is the other doppelgänger?"
"Yes indeed. The curse is broken, by the way, and Elena is still alive, so you don't have to worry about that one any more." She sipped her coffee. "But that's not the reason you are in jail now. Do you want to tell me what happened?"
"Well, I just spent twenty years in jail because a certain asshole named Elijah framed me for his murder. I have the official document in my pocket, if you are interested!" She grabbed said document and directly spilled some coffee on it. "Oops!" she giggled. Sherrif Forbes sighed, took the document and looked at it for a while.
"Please continue, miss Pierce."
"Well, when I was released from prison I directly went as far away as possible, and I ended up here. And I accidentally bumped into that same fucking asshole that caused all this shit, so I thought: Why don't I finish the crime that put me in prison in the first place? So I daggered him. He isn't dead though, but I appreciate it if you hide him away for a couple of years. This town seems crazy enough as it is."
"I'll think about it."
They both sat in silence for a while, and drank their coffee. It made Katherine sober up a little bit (It most definetly did NOT sober her up, because that would require her to be drunk, and it was already established that Katherine was not drunk) so she began to think again, and looked straight in the sherrif's eyes. "So now whe've talked about my life, why don't you let me go?"
"Don't try to compell me, miss Pierce, I'm on vervain."
"Can't blame me for trying!"
Sherrif Forbes sighed. "But we do need to decide on your punishment. And since I'm in a good mood tonight I won't be severe. You will be required to stay in jail tonigt, but since you are already punished for this crime, you can leave after that. Try not to do it again, though."
"Only if he doesn't frame me again for his own dead. Knowing Elijah, he won't pull the same trick twice, so that wouldn't be too difficult!"
Sherrif Forbes rolled her eyes. It was never quiet in Beacon Falls. "Goodnight, Katherine."
"Goodnight."
Author's note 3: We'd like to say hi to our first two followers, gryffon47 and Lisa1312! Here are cookies for both of you (::)(::)(::)(::), I hope you enjoyed the story so far!