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Post by Taylor Asher on Apr 13, 2013 19:24:29 GMT -5
Katherine stood on the opposite side of the street, facing away from the police station. Indeed. Mystic Falls called Katherine, and they needed their Psychotic Bitch back. She twirled one piece of hair in with two fingers as the other held onto her purse strap. Things were a lot easier when she was a human. Granted she was thrown out of her home in Bulgeria and was forced to move to England after giving birth to the Daughter she never knew. It wasnt her fault that she was raped. Yet her father didnt believe her, but her mother did.
Stop dwelling in the past Petrova! she thought to herself. She did as she thought and eyed the people up and down the street, looking for lunch.
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Post by Rebekah Mikaelson on Apr 13, 2013 19:38:37 GMT -5
I walk out of the police station and down the steps and pause as I see none other than the original Petrova standing on the edge of the street in front of me. Evidently looking for a meal. I cross my arms and walk down the steps slowly. I walk soundlessly until I'm standing right behind her a bit to her left. Hunting in front of the police station? You've always been bold, but I've never taken you to be stupid. I say.
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Post by Taylor Asher on Apr 13, 2013 19:46:58 GMT -5
Katherine's eyes followed men, jogging around in athletic shorts. It had been a long time since she had actually eaten healthy. When your on the run you cant really find athletic and fit people, so you settle for the one's that seem to have never watched super-size me. Just as she was about to brush up on her acting skills, she heard a thick british accent of a female behind her to the left. "I'm not stupid, I'm just looking for a home cooked meal, that's all. Preferablly lean steak, red wine, and salad." she said, smiling as she watched her soon-to be lunh jog pass her and into the citys busniess district. "I heard Mystic falls needed their number one Psychotic Bitch back." she said, turning to face Rebekah.
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Post by Rebekah Mikaelson on Apr 13, 2013 19:54:41 GMT -5
I smirk and raise an eyebrow. Don't flatter yourself. I look at her. Looking sluttier than ever in her stilettos and leather. Home-cooked meal? It's not really home-cooked if you have to compel someone to make it for you now is it? I shake my head and raise an eyebrow. Actually, you don't have a family, so I guess a home-cooked meal is out of the question. Unless your self-esteem's low enough to compel yourself one. The famous Katherine Pierce. Alluding men for centuries, yet still the same insecure little girl.
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Post by Taylor Asher on Apr 13, 2013 20:02:14 GMT -5
"Dont you dare bring my family into this. They were innocent people. If anything, Rose and Trevor should have been the one's to be punished." Katherine held her clompuser, one hand proped on her hip, the other tightly clentched around her purse strap. "I dont need a fake family or fake friends to keep me preocupied from the true terrors coming to the Falls. How is my Doppleganger and her sad sack of a lost puppy? Last time i heard, you, the gilbert and the tiny Salvatore were supposed to move in a house together. Now tell me, who's self-esteem is lower? Yours, or mine?" she asked.
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Post by Rebekah Mikaelson on Apr 13, 2013 20:10:55 GMT -5
I smirk. Wow, Katherine. You've hurt me. At least I haven't been running in circles alone for the past, what, five hundred years? At least I've got a family. Sure they may be dysfunctional, but through and through, we protect each other. When's the last time anyone's been in your corner? I look at her as she makes the comment about Elena and Elizabeth. As for the Gilbert and the Salvatore, they're off limits. Elena's a little vampire now and the girl is untouchable. If the Salvatore brothers don't kill you, I will. I am protective of the Salvatore. Elena, well, she's still not my favorite person but I'll call her a friend. At least she can sort of defend herself against Katherine. Elizabeth's a sitting duck.
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Post by Taylor Asher on Apr 13, 2013 20:18:23 GMT -5
Katherine chuckled. "Are we playing mommy dearest now? Or have you scared the girl so much that if she dare make a wrong move or turn her head the wrong way that she believe you would kill her? After all, look at the smilarites you two have. You both grew up without mother's when you needed them most. You both come from dysfunctional familes. You both were tied to the Supernatural worlds, without a say. I have more people in my corner than you ever have." Katherine cocked an eyebrow before taking in a deep breath. Of course she knew her limitations, it was just fun to play with people without a care in the world.
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Post by Rebekah Mikaelson on Apr 13, 2013 20:27:00 GMT -5
A small laugh escapes my lips. She's pushing her limits. If she doesn't back down soon I'll have her face through the pavement. My family's no less dysfunctional than yours is, or I'm sorry was I smirk. In your corner? Every person that's ever been in your corner's turned out to hate you. The Salvatores, my brother, your own family, compelled Jane Doe number one, compelled Jane Doe number two. I trail off as I count the people off on my fingers. My brother may have locked me in a box, but at the end of the day, or century, he has my back. We all protect each other. We may fight, but in the end we always look out for family.
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Post by Taylor Asher on Apr 16, 2013 20:00:22 GMT -5
"I have had more people in my corner in the past century than you. Oh sorry, I fogot. Dager, White Oak Ash and Crazy Hybrid brother and all." Katherine placed on a pouty face before placing one hand on her hip and the other was bent at the elbow, her purse dangling from it. Her brown curls blowing in the wind.
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Post by Rebekah Mikaelson on Apr 16, 2013 20:07:28 GMT -5
I roll my eyes. Evidently your time away from Mystic Falls has led to worse and worse comebacks. Your wit must be dying with old age. I clench a hand on her neck and drag her to the ally. I pick her up by her neck and press her against the wall. I grit my teeth and speak. Let's have one thing clear. The only real weapon you've ever had is your tongue, which is evidently growing weak. We both know that I would gladly snap your neck, let alone drive a stake through your heart. I tighten my grip on her neck. I speak slowly Watch your tongue. Katherine's a lot of things, but she isn't stupid. She wouldn't dare to fight me. My strength quadruples hers. Katherine'll bicker with me all day, but at the end of the night, she backs down.
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Post by Taylor Asher on Apr 16, 2013 20:13:51 GMT -5
Katherine's body had been growing weak due to the lack of blood. So when Rebekah took her to the Ally, all she did was apply force the Rebekah's wrist as she held her up to the wall. After Rebekah spoke, Katherine got in some air before speaking. "It's not my tounge you should be scared of." That was all Katherine could say. The girl wasnt stupid. She told Elena back in the cave that Katherine only watched after her own ass. Nobody was important to her. After her families murder, she became stone hearted.
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Post by Rebekah Mikaelson on Apr 16, 2013 20:18:56 GMT -5
I smirk. You're right, it'd be much more efficient to rip off your limbs. I snort and let her drop to the ground. Then again, I'd prefer not to have to deal with Elijah. He's always had a soft-spot for you. Such a "smart" man yet he falls for your traps. I place a hand on my hip and smirk. I always envied that. The way you could wrap men around your little finger; run for years and never be caught. I chuckle and shake my head. Yet, here we are, all these years later, back in the one place you should avoid like the plague.
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Post by Taylor Asher on Apr 17, 2013 17:57:03 GMT -5
Katherine got out of Rebekah's grip and zoomed to the opposite wall where the blonde was standing. "A little birdie from the tree tweeted that Elijah is to worried about my precious doppleganger to care about anyone else. Besides, brunnetts have the best fun baby Mikaelson." before Rebekah could do anything else, Katherine raced away from where she was, decideding to get on a bus and head to a bar south of The Falls. She would have to settle for drunkards tonight.
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