Katherine Pierce, the baddest b of all, Queen of all things bad, and an absolute sadist, that's her.

Her old name, Katerina Petrova, still haunts her, though, someone not to be messed with, and who would want to mess with a 500+ year old vampire with an enormous killing streak Excatly, nobody would want to.

And she HATES, despises even, her little goodie two shoes of a doppelganger, Elena Gilbert.

The Salvatore brothers protect the little thing like she's a defenseless puppy.. like she can't take care of herself, well, she can't, of course, compared to her.

Her own history is a dark, twisted, and overall complicated one. You could say she's misunderstood, but she'd never admit that to your face, or anyone for that matter.

Currently, the stunningly beautiful vampire is walking alone and into a bar. Wearing a mini black dress and smiling, looking for someone to sink her hungry fangs into - and of course, these humans are like sitting ducks to her, they don't even know the supernatural world exists aside of their phones, how hilarious..

Well, to her, it won't be when the person succumbs to their fate at her hands, or shall I say.. fangs.

She saunders up to the bar, her heels clicking, and her enticing perfume wafting into the air as she takes a seat, flashing her smile and smirking, with feigned innocence of character.

"Hello," She pauses.

"A drink, please.. rum and coke." She smiles and pratically purrs out to the bartender, waiting for his response.