quick type up then sleep.
new, less smutty katherine/elena story.
Katherine runs the brush through Elena's long, dark hair verging on tenderly. It's become a nightly ritual, but they never really talk about it. Katherine takes out the hairbrush and Elena takes her place in front of her on the bed. The first time Katherine said it gave her hands something to do, not that she HAD to tell Elena her reasons for doing anything, thank you very much. But the tiny motel rooms make her restless and it seems to calm her down. For a bit. Elena figures it's some weird mothering instinct gone twisted (like everything else gone twisted in her head) and she never got to watch her own daughter grow up or comb out her hair or bathe her or anything else. Elena draws the line at bathing, however. Well, actually Elena doesn't draw the line at anything really as she's in no position to. As avoiding being kidnapped by powerful old vampires goes, this clearly is not her year.
As Katherine moves the brush in quick, even strokes, she begins to hum a strange, lilting melody. For a few moments, Elena's mind drifts and she feels her muscles relax. She thinks of her own mother and of childhood and feeling safe. But she catches herself quickly, starts talking to break the spell, remember who and what she's dealing with. "If we're meant to be identical, why doesn't my hair curl like yours?"
"Because you're boring, Elena. Your hair is limp and flat, just like your personality."
Elena just rolls her eyes. Katherine's ceaseless bitchery is just part of her charm, apparently. Also, she never gives straight answers anymore. Assuming she ever did in the first place. Did she really change her mind about her whole master plan or is this just part of it? At least Elena knows Katherine is far, far away from Stef, her friends, her family. That alone makes it... nearly bearable.
Already, what used to be her life is fading into a dream from another life. She doesn't know how long they've been on the road now. The days all blend together, blurring like the road outside the window as they fly down another highway in another town, the little white dashes becoming an endless line. Bright lights in darkness and bad talk radio. Gas station sandwiches. The static and flicker of the old television screens in yet another seedy motel.
Katherine carefully works Elena's hair into a thick braid, then pulls it to the side to feed. Elena shudders at the sharp and sudden sting of teeth breaking through skin. It never hurts less, but she's almost used to it. Sometimes, she'll be dizzy for awhile after wards, but Katherine always stops herself before anything worse happens. It's the only way, she explains. She can't leave a trail of drained bodies leading right to them.
Afterwards, Katherine wipes carelessly at her mouth with her sleeve like a little kid with a milk mustache and it would be endearing if it weren't horrifying. "I'm gonna go take a bath," she announces. "Don't even think of trying to run or I can guarantee you will never see your home or your precious Stefan or anything else for that matter ever again."
Elena sits alone and watches the muted black and white televangelist on the screen. She listens to the water run from the bathroom and picks up her halfway finished Snickers bar. Katherine's threats don't scare her anymore. And she's too tired to run anywhere. It's amazing the things you can get used to.
Katherine runs the brush through Elena's long, dark hair verging on tenderly. It's become a nightly ritual, but they never really talk about it. Katherine takes out the hairbrush and Elena takes her place in front of her on the bed. The first time Katherine said it gave her hands something to do, not that she HAD to tell Elena her reasons for doing anything, thank you very much. But the tiny motel rooms make her restless and it seems to calm her down. For a bit. Elena figures it's some weird mothering instinct gone twisted (like everything else gone twisted in her head) and she never got to watch her own daughter grow up or comb out her hair or bathe her or anything else. Elena draws the line at bathing, however. Well, actually Elena doesn't draw the line at anything really as she's in no position to. As avoiding being kidnapped by powerful old vampires goes, this clearly is not her year.
As Katherine moves the brush in quick, even strokes, she begins to hum a strange, lilting melody. For a few moments, Elena's mind drifts and she feels her muscles relax. She thinks of her own mother and of childhood and feeling safe. But she catches herself quickly, starts talking to break the spell, remember who and what she's dealing with. "If we're meant to be identical, why doesn't my hair curl like yours?"
"Because you're boring, Elena. Your hair is limp and flat, just like your personality."
Elena just rolls her eyes. Katherine's ceaseless bitchery is just part of her charm, apparently. Also, she never gives straight answers anymore. Assuming she ever did in the first place. Did she really change her mind about her whole master plan or is this just part of it? At least Elena knows Katherine is far, far away from Stef, her friends, her family. That alone makes it... nearly bearable.
Already, what used to be her life is fading into a dream from another life. She doesn't know how long they've been on the road now. The days all blend together, blurring like the road outside the window as they fly down another highway in another town, the little white dashes becoming an endless line. Bright lights in darkness and bad talk radio. Gas station sandwiches. The static and flicker of the old television screens in yet another seedy motel.
Katherine carefully works Elena's hair into a thick braid, then pulls it to the side to feed. Elena shudders at the sharp and sudden sting of teeth breaking through skin. It never hurts less, but she's almost used to it. Sometimes, she'll be dizzy for awhile after wards, but Katherine always stops herself before anything worse happens. It's the only way, she explains. She can't leave a trail of drained bodies leading right to them.
Afterwards, Katherine wipes carelessly at her mouth with her sleeve like a little kid with a milk mustache and it would be endearing if it weren't horrifying. "I'm gonna go take a bath," she announces. "Don't even think of trying to run or I can guarantee you will never see your home or your precious Stefan or anything else for that matter ever again."
Elena sits alone and watches the muted black and white televangelist on the screen. She listens to the water run from the bathroom and picks up her halfway finished Snickers bar. Katherine's threats don't scare her anymore. And she's too tired to run anywhere. It's amazing the things you can get used to.