Arabella Gilbert ♡ TVD

American Gothic

In a small town in Pennsylvania, Arabella had pulled over the Porsche Cayenne S that her and Rebekah had stolen after abandoning Damon's car in the last city they had been in. She swung open the door and climbed out as she scanned up and down the busy street.

"Why are we stopping?" Rebekah complained indigently as she opened the door and climbed out of the car, slamming it behind her aggressively.

"We've searched three Cities in the last twenty four hours." Arabella answered as she flipped her long balayage curls over her shoulder. "I'm sick of Top forty radio, and I smell like leather."

"And that's my fault?" Rebekah retorted. "You are the one who stole the list of Katherine's possible whereabouts. Did you ever stop to think that Damon had bad information."

Arabella looked around as if she was looking for something important. "Have I ever mentioned how much I can't stand the sound of your voice. You're such a whiney bitch!"

Rebekah gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, trying her hardest not to rush over and snap the girls neck. "Too bad. We're not done. Get in, next town."

Arabella spotted a woman walking to her car and she licked her lips, her mouth drooling at the smell of her blood. "One minute. I'm hungry."

"We're not here for a pub crawl, Elle!" Rebekah snapped. "I want the cure, Katherine has it. And we don't stop until we find her. That was your words, remember?"

Arabella whirled around to look at Rebekah, her bright green eyes glowing as her magic pushed through. "I make the rules and I said in a minute." She growled before she made her way over to the stranger.

The woman was putting stuff into the passenger seat of her car when Arabella appeared at her side. "Oh, my god, you startled me." The unknown person spoke holding her hand to her chest.

Arabella's head tilted to one side and she smirked devilishly. "Did I?" She asked before she bared her fangs and lunged forward. She was about to go for the girls neck when the woman took a step back.

"Katherine, what are you doing?" She asked startled

Arabella stopped and pulled back whilst Rebekah watched the scene unfold with raised eyebrows. "You know me?" The Petrova witch questioned.

"Of course." The woman nodded her head. "I know most people around here prefer you to feed from the neck, but I asked you to drink from my wrist, remember?" She said softly as she pulled back her sleeve to reveal two puncture marks.

Rebekah let out a laugh. "The conniving little bitch compelled the whole town."

Arabella smiled at Rebekah knowingly. "I think we just found Katherine." She said before she turned back to the unknown woman. "What's my full name?"

"Katherine Pierce." The woman answered without a doubt. "I love the new hair, by the way." She said kindly with a beaming smile.

"So, how do you know Katherine?" Rebekah queried.

The woman looked at the blonde in confusion. "How do I know who?" She questioned back.

"Me." Arabella replied, gaining the girls attention before fake smiling at her. "How do you know me?"

"Small town, everybody knows everybody." She replied with a friendly grin.

Arabella laughed and looked at Rebekah. "Clever bitch has compelled people to forget all about her unless she's talking to them herself." She turned back to the girl. "How long have we known each other?"

"It's been a while. I can't really remember." She replied.

"Where do I live? Where do I work? Arabella asked hoping she'd give her any type of information they needed, but the woman just lifted her shoulders with a shake of her head. "Who do I spend time with? Do I have any friends?" She pushed on.