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Post by Katherine Pierce on Jan 13, 2018 23:14:09 GMT
 was perhaps feeling nostalgic? But, anyone who knew anything about the ever-so elusive Katherine Pierce would know just how much she hated that tiny town, along with all that came with it. What was the real reason behind her visit? It was quite simple, actually.
She was there to gloat.
Countless times she had thought about all the different ways she could bring destruction to it, but as it turns out, humans ended up destroying themselves. It was both ironic and quite amusing. So amusing, in fact, that every time she thought about it, a sly smile would spread across her features. This time was no different. She couldn’t help but to bask in the pure chaos in front of her. Even she, herself couldn’t have done a better job. Not that she would ever admit that. Not even to herself.
As she walked through something that may or may not have been town’s square, once upon a time, at least, the could have sworn she had heard a heartbeat. Pretending to be completely oblivious to it, she continued walking, looking forward to seeing just how long this person was willing to follow her around. And if they were stupid enough to actually follow her. Once she got her answer, the brunette stopped in her tracks, turning around.
"If you choose to finally grace me with your presence, I might spare you the embarrassment. I don’t have the whole day, cupcake. Tick-tock."
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Niklaus Mikaelson
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Post by Niklaus Mikaelson on Jan 14, 2018 1:07:41 GMT
Boredom was not something he handled easily, for ennui meant thinking, and thinking meant recollections. He was not one to care much, nor did he intend to. But the far reminiscences of his daughter were haunting as ever, always in the back of his head, calling his name at night. Whenever he would feel like he was about to go down the memory lane, mind dwelling on fragments of a life he regretted everyday, he escaped Mount Weather. He could not shake the thought of what he had lost a century ago, nor could he bear the remembrances of his inability to change the path fate had taken, despite attempts repeated endlessly to protect this family of his. Even, he, could not have saved her, and this nibbled in from inside. It was one of these days when the wandering of his mind had grown unbearable, and Niklaus had strode off the property, diving into the woods.
He could not quite make it out, what it was that had drawn him to the place that he yet did not love much. But he had recognised her scent from the distance, and could use a distraction.
“I did not take you for the sensible type love”
Words were uttered from the smirk perched on his lips and cleaving his face, right into her ear. Sweet threatening blast of respiration, hurricane seizing plausible next victim. A short-lived propinquity however, for within a heartbeat the hybrid was beyond reach again. Amusement played on his pale complexion, the whackadoodle odious individual he was glancing over at the doppelgänger. Grand entrance, once again as always. Eyebrows arched sarcastically, sins’ uncleanness drowning azures with much sombrer hues, “Love what you have done with the place,”
Supple gait drew circles as he gestured at the ruins, “So much light,” he hissed, honey-toned venom spat. His eyes darted at her intensely, amusement showing for everything was to him a game he ought to play in the most obnoxious way. Glittering provocation sparkled, when the male stopped walking to face her again.
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Post by Katherine Pierce on Jan 14, 2018 2:18:19 GMT
Katherine Pierce was many things to many people, but not one of those people would ever dare to imply she was afraid. Or anything or anyone. Then again, most of those people didn’t know about HIM. The one who took everything away from her, the one who showed her what true selfishness and disregard for other human life look like. The one who shaped her into what she was today. A ruthless monster. Focused on nothing but herself and what she had to do to survive.
And there he was. In all his glory. The one she hated the most. And the one she feared the most. For a mere second, she stood there, frozen. In complete and utter fear. His voice, even the feeling of his breath on her skin, was more than enough for her to tense up. Usually, Katherine was excellent at keeping tabs on Klaus –enough to avoid him. Clearly, this time she had screwed herself over. Swallowing her fear, she stood tall, folding her arms as he came into view.
"Did you ever stop to think it's because you don't know me as well as you think you do?"
She finally spoke, chocolate eyes observing him, calculating his next move. Because she knew he loved playing games just as much as she did. If not more. However, the was not interested in any sort of games involving someone like Klaus. "I am full of surprises. Seems you are too." Unfortunately for her, she didn’t have a choice. Her eyes never leaving him, she spoke up again,
"Well, I was going for a more of a minimalist look. However, seems like I’ve gone a little overboard."
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Post by Niklaus Mikaelson on Jan 18, 2018 20:59:17 GMT
Players only love you when they are playing.
Alluring darkness followed after him, burning everything he touched. Ferocious sarcasm was embedded on his face, azures abuzz with genuine amusement. A player he was indeed, childish beam seemed to haunt his gaze. Perhaps the only naïveté left, like relics of the past - resilient enough and driven enough to eke out a living in the malevolent evil sparks lighting both his eyes. Animals often played with their preys, bestial instincts - and in this moment Klaus resembled most to wolves than he dared admit it. The parts of him he always shut out, not so dormant after all.
"Oh quite the contrary I assure you," dry humour uttered from the odious smirk perched on his lips. Imaginary chessboard materialised before the male, moving his paws as he saw fit. "I know you better than you think, Katherine." the susurrous serpent hissed. Cocky smile blithely cleaved his face, cheekbones more prominent.
"This," he claimed motioning at Mystic Falls, what was left of it. "This, all of this - is what your heart hates most. Well, mayhaps I make it first on the list. But this place certainly comes as a close second," Klaus said, amused. "This represents everything you had, everything you lost. This was your downfall, the great Lady Petrova falling from her pedestal." Devil light was glowing brighter in his eyes, blue orbs flooding her of their sheer mockery.
"You've come to admire the end of what ended you, funny, is it not?"
Head tilted in a defying challenge, "Am I close enough?" Niklaus wondered.
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was perhaps feeling nostalgic? But, anyone who knew anything about the ever-so elusive Katherine Pierce would know just how much she hated that tiny town, along with all that came with it. What was the real reason behind her visit? It was quite simple, actually.
