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Successful Death Scene

Chapter 1

The young woman was continuously tapping her long nails on the table top, barely paying any mind to her father, who was watching her closely with a worried expression permanently etched on his wrinkly face. He watched how his daughter stared at the front door, waiting for the arrival of their last hope. He knew that it was wrong what he was doing, it wasn't what everybody else had told him to do. He wasn't moving on, they weren't moving on. He had honestly tried to do that before, two years after his wife's death, but he couldn't. Her memory continuously haunted him, and he needed to avenge her before he passed away too. And he knew that he didn't have long, not anymore. He needed to take care of it, so he would be sure that his daughter was going to have a safe life.

Leaning forward in his wheelchair, he placed his hand on his daughter's, stilling her movements and making her look over to him. "Relax, Anna. I know what I'm doing." He tried to calm the young girl, but she only shook her head and pulled her hand away from his.

"Are you sure about that, dad? Asking someone like that for help?" Her voice clearly showed disgust, but he couldn't have blamed her. It was rare for werewolves to go to someone like that for help.

"We have no other choice, Anna." He sighed deeply, leaning to the back of his chair and rubbing his forehead.

Anna scoffed loudly, pushing herself from the table and walked to the window by the door, looking out to the yard. Unfortunately, it was already a late evening and the later it got, the more uneasy she felt. "But why a demon? Why couldn't we have gone to one of our people?" Anna mumbled silently, refusing to look back over to her father.

He eyed his daughter closely, noting her long red hair that were like his dead wife's, and then noticing her slender frame. Anna had had troubles eating, her nerves in the past few weeks getting to her and she had seemed to not be able to keep her food down. He was worried about her, but also knew that the only way to help her was to find her mother's killer.

"Because she is the best. Everyone who has ever hired her had only brilliant things to say. She is efficient, and she is quick. And we have been trying to avenge your mother for ten years already, we can't win this, but she can." He tried to make her believe and if the drop of Anna's shoulders was any sort of sign, it was a good one.

Turning back to her father Anna offered him a small nod, still not being completely on board with the whole plan, but she understood the importance of the whole deal. She was going to say something to her father, but then a sound of a car being parked in front of their house reached her sensitive werewolf ears and she looked back through the window, trying to make out who was in the vehicle. The darkness made it more difficult, but Anna did manage to see someone slender getting out of the car and starting to make their way towards their house. She instantly tensed, clenching her hands in her fists just in case she would need to fight and defend her father.

The two werewolves only had to wait several seconds before they heard a knock at their door. Anna shot the last look to her father before reaching for the handle and pulling the door slowly. Who she saw on the other side of the door most certainly didn't meet the image she had in her head.

When you hear about someone as horrible as the demon they were going meeting, you instantly imagine someone in their thirties or forties, covered in battle scars and most certainly buff. The woman on the other side of the door was nothing like that. She had a slender figure, but she was a little taller than Anna. She had blonde hair, falling in messy curls over her shoulders. Pointed face, high cheek bones, pursed lips and icy blue eyes most certainly didn't make her look like a brutal killer. The woman in front of Anna looked mischievous, but not dangerous. And she was young looking, further on making Anna doubt the plan more and more.

Eyeing the blonde one more time, Anna looked back over to her father with her eyebrows raised. It was clear to him that she was not impressed. Pushing the wheels of his wheelchair, he moved towards the door and caught the look of the woman still standing outside. He was unknowingly siding with his daughter, she most certainly didn't look dangerous.

"Charles Roy?" the woman asked, her accent showing, but neither he nor Anna were sure what exact accent that was.

"Yes." Charles nodded. "And you are?" He asked and noticed how his daughter stepped slightly in front of him once the woman in front of them pulled her hands from her jacket pockets.

"I'm Katherine. Drew informed me that you were requesting my assistance." The clear boredom in the woman's voice was a surprise to both werewolves. They were not used to being treated like the lesser beings and that was exactly how Katherine was looking at them.

"Yes, yes. Please, come in." Charles motioned for his daughter to allow the other woman to enter and he began pushing his wheelchair back to the living room, hearing his daughter following him barefoot and then the sharp clicks of the other woman's heels. "Forgive me for asking, but is it all true?" He turned slightly, once he had stopped his wheelchair by the armchair and in front of the couch, looking back to Katherine.

"Is what true?" She questioned, looking around and settling into the seat, placing her hands in her lap and Charles' attention was instantly drawn to the massive ring on the ring finger of her left hand.

Anna settled in the armchair next to her father, keeping a steady eye on the guest, who had barely paid any attention to the young werewolf. Or at least she thought so and was oh so wrong. Katherine was surveying her surroundings, noting the things she could use in a case of an emergency. She was already planning the death of the father and daughter if the things were going to turn bad, or an escape plan if there was going to be an ambush.

"What those who had your services are saying? That you do your job impeccably? That you had gone to hell and came back not scattered at all?" Charles questions made a smirk to appear on Katherine's face and she looked back to the old man, noticing the scars marking his face and the empty look in his eyes.

"I do my job. I'm the best at this. This is all you need to know." She told them and then slowly leaned back to the couch, pretending to be relaxed. "Now what I need to know is who I am supposed to kill."

Looking over to his daughter for a second, Charles reached over and took her hand. That wasn't missed by Katherine by any means and she knew that the best way to hurt the old man was to kill his daughter. And she had several ideas how she would have done it. There was always simple and ordinary torture. A few cuts here and there and allowing her to blead to death. Then there was drowning her, but not right away. No, she would do it slowly. A little bit every day, using freezing water. Then there was also beating her to a bloody pulp, the red head girl did have a nice skin to destroy. And there was severing her limbs and allowing infection to kill her. Or the worst and the one used only on the special occasion, Katherine could skin her alive. And she would force the father to watch, oh that was the part of the fun.

"My wife was killed ten years ago." Charles had begun his story, forcing Katherine out of her thoughts. His voice was soothing and emotional, his eyes trained on his daughter who was almost an exact image of her mother. "Anna was only-" he tried continuing, but was cut off by the demon herself.

"I didn't ask why, I don't care why I am killing those that I'm hired to kill. I only need to know who and whether you wish to watch me finish them or not." The dark undertone in Katherine's words made both werewolves to understand that the blonde woman's looks were deceiving. She might have looked beautiful and innocent, but she was a killer. A cold blooded one.

"It was a vampire." Anna spoke out after a few moments of silence. "A vampire killed my mother." She repeated silently and met the icy eyes of the blonde. "On the table you can see a folder with all the information that we have about him. We had tried to deal with him ourselves, but every time we had managed to get close, he had disappeared. Now we need you to catch him." She said, her voice strong and Katherine slowly leaned forward, grabbing the manila folder from the table and opening it to quickly look through the information. Anna watched her face closely, hoping to see any kind of reaction, but there was nothing. The same boredom and apathy was still evident on the blonde's face.

"We know that he is an old one and that it raises the price of your services." Charles spoke up again, getting the demon's attention once she had closed the file and placed it on the couch next to her. "And that is not a problem to us."

"The age of this vampire makes it five times what I usually go for." Katherine informed him, brushing her hands together and looking over to the daughter. "And about wishing to witness the death?" She questioned.

"We want to be there." Anna nodded, ignoring the bewildered look of her father's. "We want to see him suffer and die."

"No, we don't." Charles argued and looked at Anna. "It is enough already. You had suffered enough. You are not going to go and watch her kill him. Neither of us is going." He demanded, but it only seemed to anger Anna more and she got up from her seat, turning to her father with anger evident in her eyes.

"You can stay here and spend your last days living in denial. But I won't. I'm not a porcelain doll, I will see his end and I will enjoy it." She seethed and without either of the werewolves seeing it, Katherine watched their argument with a satisfied smile on her face. She considered staying for a while, maybe pushing them further to the point of destruction, but one glance at the clock told her that she was running out of time.

Grabbing the folder again, she stood up and instantly caught the attention of the wolves. "Drew will be in touch. When it's time, you'll be informed." With that she turned around, leaving the father and daughter looking at her leaving with different thoughts running through their minds. But one was clear, Katherine was indeed dangerous.

The slam of the front door had Drew smirking. Leaning his head back over the back of the couch, he caught a glimpse of his blonde friend. He only had to wait a few moments before he saw her walking into the room, dropping the manila folder into his lap and pulling off her leather jacket. Slowly he opened the folder, scanning the information while Katherine moved to pour herself a glass of wine. His eyes moved through the lines, taking in all the information, and he couldn't help himself but to be impressed with what job Katherine had in front of her.

"The wolves most certainly had managed to get themselves into some deep shit." He mumbled, still reading through and Katherine moved over to the couch, settling next to him and kicking off her heels.

"And by that I had found myself an ancient vampire to kill." She mumbled before taking a big gulp of her wine and Drew nodded. "But I can't help but find it odd." She added after a few moments and Drew looked over to her.

"What exactly?" he placed the folder on the couch between them, still open, and took his glass of whiskey, taking a sip.

"Why would a vampire like that go after a simple wolf?" Katherine questioned before meeting Drew's eyes. "We have done our research, there is nothing special about that family, nothing that would even make them important in the werewolf community. So why the mother? It makes no sense."

Nodding to her words Drew contemplated her ideas before glancing back to the file between them. "Maybe it has something to do with him? Or maybe he was hungry, and she was just in his way?" He guessed, grinning when Katherine rolled her eyes, slightly annoyed. "Ok, I will look into him even more." He told her, and she tensed instantly.

"What do you mean more? Do you actually know him?" She placed her glass away, moving closer to Drew and he shook his head.

"I don't know him. I know about him." Tapping his finger on the side of his glass, he continued. "He is connected with the Vampire Queen of Louisiana, Sophie-Anne. Also, a close friend of the Magister, who has been spending an awfully lot of time with the Queen in the past month."

"Your rats had managed to get a place near the Queen or something?" Katherine asked, but there was close to no interest in her voice.

"Or something." Drew nodded before finishing his drink and placing the glass on the table. "But I bet you that the best place to start looking is the good old Louisiana." He smirked when Katherine scoffed and then stood up. "I'll be going now, I'll be back with more information tomorrow. Sleep tight, Kat." He leaned down to kiss the top of her head before turning around and leaving her house.

Left alone Katherine once more looked to the folder before grabbing it in one hand and her drink in the other before moving to her bedroom. Once there she proceeded moving to the safe and made sure to place the folder in it and then lock it once again.

Raising the glass to her lips, Katherine took another sip of the drink, her eyes moving through the empty walls of her "home" before her phone started ringing. Sighing deeply, she pulled it from her pants pocket and saw that the caller ID said Liam. Closing her eyes tightly she breathed in and out slowly before looking back to the phone and pressing the ignore button. Dropping her phone on top of her bed, she finished her drink and placed the glass on the bedside table before leaving her room and making her way to the basement where her last project was still waiting.

"Good evening, Lucy." She greeted the fairy, stopping right next to the table where the chained woman was, looking paler and paler every day. "I'm extremely saddened to inform you that our fun is going to have to be cut short. I just received a new job and even if spending time with you here is giving me unbelievable pleasure, I have to move on." Katherine smirked before adding some more iron chains and making the girl in front of her whimper from pain because she could no longer scream. It was because Katherine had burned out her throat and then the girl was already too weak to even try to struggle against the torture. "And you did offer me all the needed information. So, I will make this quick." Leaning closer Katherine brushed away the few strands of hair from Lucy's forehead and met her fearful eyes. Making a knife to appear in her hand from the magical ring, Katherine made sure that Lucy's attention was on her face before slowly dragging the blade over her neck playfully at first before plunging it deeply and dragging it across. The blood poured from the wound instantly and Lucy's eyes widened for the last fearful look before all left from her body was dust.

Dropping the knife back on the table, Katherine raised her bloody hand to her face and eyed it before turning around and walking to the sink, washing it clean. Making sure to remember to call Drew the next morning to get someone to clean the mess in the basement, Katherine made her way out of it, walking through her house in complete darkness and silence.

Once back in her room, she pulled out her laptop, beginning to type in all the missing information that she had yet to type in. The things that Lucy had told her filled all the needed blanks and she was sure that a bonus was awaiting her from the client. Katherine didn't really care why that woman needed the info about the fairies, the only thing that mattered was the job done, the satisfaction of killing someone and the payment that would allow Katherine to continue her easy and comfortable life.

Finishing the file, Katherine sent it to Drew, adding the request for him to send some cleaners for the next day in the message. Then she turned off her computer and made her way to the bathroom, intending to take a long hot bath. She had deserved it after the day she had. Not only she had gotten a new job, she also had to deal with irritating people and was forced to finish of her latest masterpiece. Yes, Lucy was going to continue to live in Katherine's mind. The memory of her screams forever locked in the demon's memory. It most certainly had been an interesting and fulfilling job. Who knew if the next one was going to be like so.

Before someone even knocked, Katherine was awake. And after the knock she listened closely and due to her superior demon hearing, she knew that it was Drew and a few of his guys on the other side. Forcing herself out of the bed, Katherine pulled a small satin robe over her underwear, but didn't bother to tie the robe to cover herself. Padding barefoot through the hall, she considered getting herself a cup of coffee or at least a cigarette before allowing them in, but the second round of knocks made her decline that idea.

Pulling the front door open, Katherine was blinded by the bright sun for a second, but then she concentrated on Drew and shot him a hateful glare. "It is too fucking early." She hissed at him, making the three men behind him to glance at each other in worry. They knew that Katherine was not the one to fuck with, they knew that she was dangerous and would kill them on the spot. And they knew to respect her, that was why none of them glanced bellow her neck, ignoring her showing curves and amazing body. While Drew wasn't even worried by the hateful glare. He only allowed a cocky smile to stretch over his lips and shamelessly eyed his friend.

"It's already twelve and you should consider covering yourself, Kat." He told her, making Katherine to roll her eyes and take a step back, allowing all the men to enter.

"You are not my fucking father, so fuck off." She sneered and slammed the door shut after the last guy had entered. "She is in the basement. Don't make too much noise and be quick." She demanded before walking away from the hall and to her kitchen.

The three guys looked at each other before glancing at their boss, who watched everything with amusement. "You heard her, gentlemen. And trust me, you don't want to make her repeat herself." Quickly all the guys nodded before scurrying away to do the job that was ordered. Shaking his head at the guys and their fear, Drew followed the way that Katherine had gone to and found her in the kitchen, leaning to one of the counters, a lit cigarette between her pouty lips and her eyes trained on the coffee machine. "Still killing yourself with nicotine I see." Drew drawled sarcastically and the only answer to him was Katherine's middle finger and it made him chuckle. "I have no idea how Liam is still oblivious to your true nature."

"Don't talk about Liam with me." Katherine snapped, blowing out the smoke.

"Why not?" Drew asked innocently, moving closer to Katherine and stepping into her personal space. His eyes moved around her face, trying to find any emotion there, but all he found was boredom and slight irritation. It was like she wasn't even concerned with his presence so close to her, when usually she demanded people to give her space. "Is dear Liam out of the picture already?" Drew murmured, pulling her robe a little more and eyeing her body. "Have you finally dumped his sorry ass?"

Bringing the cigarette back to her lips, Katherine barely paid any mind to what Drew was saying. It was the same as always, him trying to get a reaction from her about Liam. It was like his jealousy always got the best of him and made him forget that Liam was her cover story. But she wasn't going to explain that to him again, she didn't care about Drew's jealousy. All he was to her was her co-worker and sometimes a quick fuck. That was all.

There was a beep coming from Katherine's coffee machine, indicating that the drink was ready. Holding the cigarette between her lips, she grabbed Drew's wandering hands and pushed him away from her. Still barefoot she moved to pour herself a cup of coffee, not even bothering to offer him any. "Do you have any news?" She asked with the cigarette still between her lips and finally looked over to Drew, who was staring at her with unreadable eyes.

"Yes." He nodded and placed an envelope on the table before reaching into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. "I also have the plane ticket for you. You're leaving tomorrow." He said, and Katherine raised a questioning eyebrow at him.

"A plane ticket?" She questioned, and he nodded.

"You'll go there first and then I'm going to join you. I worked everything out already. You're going to land in New Orleans and the driver will be waiting for you. He will take you to your hotel. You'll have three days in New Orleans to check the local vampire clubs and try to get any type of information. Then you're going to leave."

"To leave where?" She questions, finishing her cigarette and throwing it away before taking a first sip of her coffee.

"To a place where the Queen is staying right now. She had been gone from the New Orleans for a week and one of my sources say that it is because of someone pretty important in Shreveport. And that makes me believe that she is there because of him." Drew said and tapped his finger on the closed file. "In this folder you're going to find all the information about him that I've managed to collect at the time I had and everything that I knew before. There are also going to be numbers of my contacts, but you shouldn't need them. Once you're going to get to Shreveport, I'll be there already. Your housing situation is going to be solved."

"So, you really believe that someone as powerful as him is staying in Shreveport?" Katherine asked, her voice dripping with complete boredom.

"Of course. If one of my sources is telling the truth, then he is a good friend of that Area's Sheriff." Drew answered, catching the curious look on Katherine's face and instantly shaking his head. "No, don't even think about it." She only rolled her eyes to that and he cursed underneath his breath. "You are not going to be able to play the Sheriff. He is over a thousand years old and is known for his violence."

Scoffing Katherine met Drew's eyes and placed her cup on the counter before moving closer to him. "I've dealt with worse." She murmured, placing her hands on his upper arms. "And believe me, I know how to play a man." She added before reaching forward and grabbing the file. She flipped it open, moving away from Drew and picking up her coffee with her free hand. "So, I guess I'm going to Louisiana then, huh?" she mumbled to herself before lifting her eyes up and smirking at Drew. "Do you think I should try and look as southern belle as I can?"

Shaking his head to his fried Drew rubbed his forehead and then met her eyes again. "Like anyone would ever buy it. And if my calculations are right, your complete bitchyness is going to be our ticket to success." He told her receiving a light chuckle before Katherine walked out of the kitchen, the file and her cup in her hands. She had a lot of information to memorize and not a lot of time.

A/N: It has been a while, but I'm back. This is a new idea that I had for a while (especially after the disappointing ending of TB, at least for me), so I figured – why not? Now, I'm posting this first chapter just to see if anyone is going to be interested in this idea. If there are people wishing to read more about this, I will continue (the updates most likely aren't going to be consistent because I'm quite busy, but I would try to do my best). And if no one is really interested, this will stay as in idea and that's all.

Now this story is going to be a dark one and quite an AU. The plot will be mixed with the show and the books because I want to introduce some of the characters that had appeared in the books, but not in the show. This story starts around the end of season 2 (you'll see why I've chosen this timeline). And yes, it is going to be Eric/OC story.

Oh, and English is not my native language, so I apologize for the mistakes.

Katherine's face claim is Natalie Dormer if anyone is wondering.

So, tell me what you've thought about this. Your response is going to show whether I'm going to continue of not. Also, I would really like to know what you've thought. I hope that you've enjoyed it!