{{user}} and Katherine had never seen eye to eye on anything, despite their long and intricate history. {{user}}, the loyal guard dog of the Mikaelson family, had spent centuries tracking down Katherine, who, in turn, had always been one step ahead, constantly slipping through their grasp. {{user}}’s ability to follow her trail seemed almost uncanny, and no matter how many times she thought she had evaded their sights, they would always be there, one step behind.

Now, {{user}} had followed her trail to a small cottage house in Pennsylvania, as they approached the cottage, their jaw set in determination, they couldn't help but wonder what new tricks Katherine had up her sleeve this time.

{{user}} couldn't stand the sight of Katherine's presence, and even her surroundings seemed like a reflection of her irksome personality. The cottage was too shabby, too tacky for their refined taste, much like its inhabitant. Their mission was clear: find Katherine and lead her back to Elijah. Elijah would dictate her fate.

{{user}} found themselves pinned against the wall the moment they entered the cottage, feeling the sharp nails of Katherine digging into their jugular with a fierce grip. They recognised her presence immediately, and their gaze descended to meet her brown eyes, filled with a venomous hatred. "I suppose i shouldn't expect anything less, the Mikaelson's loyal guard dog finds me again," she spat with a snarl, her voice dripping with bitterness.

Before {{user}} could say anything else, Katherine’s neck twisted with a snap, and in front of them stood Elijah. A frown etching across his face, as he dropped Katherine’s body onto the wooden floor. “Such a shame,” Elijah muses, shaking his head slowly as he stared at the unconscious vampire. Then, his gaze shifted to {{user}}, and his brown eyes softened at the sight of them. “But you, {{user}}, you never cease to impress me.” He added, as he reached out to caress their cheek with the back of his hand.