12Title: Filling in the Blanks
Type: Sometypeof-shot
Setting: Takes place 3x09—Katherine's missing scenes
Warnings: I don't know, mild swearing?
A/N: Just a little something to fill in Katherine's pov in Homecoming. REVISED (05/05/13)
Btw, let me know what you think :)
Katherine gasps.
A small torrent of air suddenly crashes through her throat and fills her undead lungs. With wide eyes, her head falls back onto the cold concrete floor as her chest heaves in a pant. She blinks at the way her vision swims in front of her and almost automatically a hand goes to her neck; it's as smooth as it's always been; untouched, unblemished and unsurprising as cold as the floor beneath her.
Swallowing, she closes her eyes.
Right.
Okay, so it's not that she didn't exactly deserve that. She should've known better than to lean in over a vampire-vampire hunter's coffin without expecting something like that to happen. Mikael had completely caught her off guard. That, "Son of a bitch," she rasps through her aching throat.
She surveys the inside of Mikael's empty crypt. It would've been nice if she'd been warned by Annabelle. Even a drawn up caution sign by his tomb would've worked well enough. Who knew there were such things as vampires that fed off of other vampires?
Blinking, Katherine places a hand to the side of her head and attempts to get up, only to fall back down at the foot of the coffin. She groans, pushing away the massive headache pounding in her head, which tells her how little the amount of blood is actually running through her at the moment. The sunlight that comes through the small windows and the metal gate indicates that it's morning. Turning her head she looks inside the unoccupied the dusty old coffin and takes note of how the candles she had set up had burnt out over a giant mass of melted wax.
Just how long had she been out? Even the guy she'd killed to wake Mikael was beginning to smell a little foul. And dry. He wouldn't be of any help.
Running a hand over her face and through her hair Katherine breathes, knowing she can't exactly move much if she doesn't feed. But if she wants to feed she would have to somehow be able to move which brings her back to needing some amount of blood. That or she can wait it out for more energy to come back to her but that might take a while. She swore thinking at how tight her options were when suddenly something heavy falls onto her lap. A blood bag?
"Well well, looks like I came just in time," Katherine's eyes drift up to meet familiar blue ones and his amused and patronizing voice.
"Damon," she confirms, watching his figure move closer from the door before leaning against the dusty wall with his arms crossed. She hadn't even heard the door creak when he had entered.
He nods to the blood in front of her, his smirk in place, "Drink up, princess."
Katherine doesn't have the energy to glare at him before a heavy hand falls onto the bag and she eagerly takes it to her lips. At the first drop of blood she closes her eyes. She's not surprised when she tastes that it's anything but cold hospital blood. When thirsty any type of blood could taste as sweet and satisfying as water from the fountain of youth. That is, if it existed. She takes it in anxious gulps, feeling the veins under her eyes surfacing and her fangs lengthening. When she swallows the last of it her head leans back, savoring the taste of human blood. It warms her up almost entirely. Almost. Nothing close to quenching her thirst though.
Katherine licks her lips, wiping any smidge of blood on her chin with the back of her hand and licking it off. She then notices Damon's uncharacteristically patient stare.
"Not that it wasn't convenient or anything but why are you here, Damon?"
He raises a brow at her choice of words, "Wait, me saving your life is just convenient? What happened to thank you?"
"You didn't come here to be my knight in shining armor," she points out.
Damon pouts but then shakes his head, "You're right. I'm well past that phase."
Katherine narrows her eyes, she can tell he wants something because his look isn't as self-absorbed or as teasing as it should be. She stands on her feet, a hand briefly massaging her temple, "Damon, I'm not going to guess."
"I guess I don't get thank you," Damon frowns as she walks past him.
Katherine steps into the sunlight. She's still feeling a bit pissed at how easily Mikael used her as an appetizer, and she doesn't feel all too inclined at the moment to be messed with by Damon. When he comes beside her she asks, "So, what is it?"
He lifts a shoulder in a lazy shrug.
"You're telling me you came all the way to Charlotte just to see how I'm doing?" she asks, much more than skeptical because she knows that he's not here for her. He grins at her and she rolls her eyes, but as helpful as that blood bag was it isn't enough to keep her impatience in place, "Spit it out."
Plus she's still hungry and Damon is being, well… Damon.
"Klaus is coming back to Mystic Falls," he says and this makes her turn to him, "tonight."
"And?" there's nothing on her face but apathy.
"We're going to kill him," Damon grins at his words.
Katherine doesn't so much as blink, "Nothing I haven't heard before."
"But this will work. It has to," he turns to her with a look that doesn't quite convey the confidence in his voice, but something tells her that she will, at the very least, be amused at what he has to offer, "I just need your help."
This time, she takes a deep breath and sighs, though she's already made up her mind.
"Okay," she frowns.
"I might be intrigued," Katherine crosses her arms and tilts her head, "What's your plan?"