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ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ɪᴍᴘᴜʟsɪᴠᴇ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀs, sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs. Actions which led her to be where she was currently. She'd be lying though, if she said snapping her mother's neck and high-jacking her plan wasn't her pleasure. Katherine was not the only one with a plan, it was just simply that her plan was a mere foot note in her daughters. Yes, it had been an reckless decision. To take her mother's place, and attend the masquerade. However, it had been worth it. Until, Stefan decided to kill her and leave her in the tomb.
The vampress sighed to herself, runing a hand through her chocolate curls. She often determined that her recklessness and impulsiveness came from her mysterious father. Her mother rarely spoke of him, to her personally anyway, but when she did. She was constantly reminded how alike she was to her father. 'A female verison with my hair and eyes,' Katherine had often said. Although, she always neglected to mention anything important; a name or an address.
It was one of her lifelong issues that remained unresolved. Hushed whispers and the movement of the stone door scrapping across the floor gained her attention. She furrowed her brows, almost curious. She slowly got to her feet, before creeping towards the doorway. Leaning against the wall, she tilted her head, a dark but blank glare on her face at the sight of the carbon copy of her mother "Hello, Elena. Goodbye Caroline."
Caroline gulpped slightly, dreading the fact she was tasked with distracting Stefan, whilst Elena visited the Petrova vampress. She reluctantly departed, casting a look at the older brunette. Elena blew out a breath of air, stepping closer "Hey, Eliza."
Eliza raised her head slightly, suspicion shining in her greying features "What do you want, Elena? Does lover boy know your here?"
The Petrova decsentant swallowed, not out of emotion but rather answering her question; he did not. Eliza's eyes broadened with sarcastic surpries, blowing out a 'oh'. Elena kneeled, bringing her bag to floor and opened it. She pulled out a plastic cup and a bottle of blood. She met her ancenster's gaze, observing as she sat down gracefully. She filled cup halfway, before offering it.
"You have the Petrova fire." Eliza commented, toasting the cup before draining it, she placed it on ground "So, what do you want?" She raised a brow.
"I brought you this." Elena bag pulling out an old leather bound book, before handing it to Eliza. Who boredly glanced over it, and set it on the side. Curiosity ran though Elena's vains as she pulled out her final item. The bunch of newspaper clipping, photos, odds and ends she, Damon and Ric had found in Isobel's research. She found them quite interesting, and wondered how Eliza would react to them "And these."
"Come to bribe me, with old keepsakes." The vampress remarked homourlessly, taking the small stack off the mortal doppelganger. Elena observed as she flicked through it. Eliza chuckled at the photo of her and a old flame. Smirking at the smiling past version of her, with a bobcut "Just ask, Elena."
