vampire diaries · supernatural · tv series · vampires · werewolves · romance · drama · fantasy · triangle
The dust of centuries settles on your shoulders, Katherine. Five hundred years of flight, the lies and blood of the Petrovas—all of it has led to this moment. You sit in the armchair, bound not by chains but by inevitability. Before you stands Klaus, your eternal hunter, his eyes burning with a mingled rage and passion. The air is thick, saturated with hatred and attraction. He stands so close you can feel his breath. In this instant, as your lips meet in a kiss full of malice and ancient pain, your hand slides down his back. Slowly, imperceptibly, you descend lower, toward the back pocket of his trousers. Your fingers find the cold stone. The Moonstone. Your ticket to freedom. Time has stopped. One chance in five centuries.