So Long, London

The flickering candlelight cast a haunting amber glow upon the puddles scattered across the cobblestones of London's desolate streets.

The sound of heels clacking resonated, accompanied by soft, hurried breaths as Katherine sprinted around the corner into a deserted alley. She gripped her skirts in clenched fists and glanced over her shoulder to confirm that she hadn't been followed.

Any of Klaus' followers could have spotted her, and while she had more strength than any of them, if they attacked her with combined strength, she couldn't guarantee she'd escape. 

Worse, if any of them alerted Elijah, she was as good as dead.

"Excuse me?"

Katherine jumped and pressed herself against the damp, dingy wall. She turned her head. Her eyes were already starting to darken, ready to tear out a throat if she needed to, but the man she saw not ten feet was not one from the pub.

"I'm sorry," the man said, "I didn't mean to startle you. Are you alright?" He glanced up, finally meeting her eyes.

Katherine shook her head.

She knew an opportunity when she saw one.

She moved toward him. "Please," she whispered, "these strange men have been following me and I—I don't know what to do…I've nowhere to go that's safe."

Now that she was closer, she took in his appearance, from the messy auburn curls to the sprinkle of freckles across his nose. His green eyes screamed innocence.

Blinking, he nodded quickly. "I can help you." His hand slid into his pocket, but he hesitated, glancing up at her. "Just know, you won't be allowed to remember what you're about to see."

Katherine furrowed her brows and then watched as he withdrew a long, skinny rod.

No, not a rod.

A wand.

"You're a Wizard…" she breathed.

He met her gaze with his bewildered one, seemingly surprised she knew what to call him.

Katherine couldn't stop the slight upturn of her smile, walking toward him. "Get me to a safe place, and I'll tell you how I know." She purred and watched his adam's apple bob in his throat.

He said nothing as he tapped the brick wall next to him, drawing out a rectangle the size of a door, and knocked three times.

For a moment, nothing happened, then the brick crumbled into a door. Katherine watched in pure fascination as he turned the doorknob and pushed through.

"Watch your step." He said, disappearing through the door.

Katherine didn't linger and stepped in, brows raised as she closed the door behind her. It was a small, modest place but more out of the ordinary than she'd have expected.

Scurrying about were strange little creatures she'd never seen before. They must be creatures of the Wizarding World she'd heard of but never seen.

"Yes, yes, yes, I know, but you need to go back in for now." The man said, gathering little mole-like creatures and placing them carefully into his suitcase. "I don't want the attitude. We have a guest, and I doubt she'll want you pick-pocketing her."

He glanced her way and offered a sheepish smile. "Sorry about them. Niffler's can be a bit nosy, but really, it's just in their nature." He plucked a little green creature that looked like a leaf from his pocket and set him into the case before closing and locking it with an audible click.

Katherin tilted her head, studying him a moment before walking toward him.

"I'm Newt," he swallowed, pursing his lips as he rocked a bit nervously, "Newt Scamander. I'm a Magizoologist, well, the only Magizoologist and…" he paused, staring at her, " you said you'd tell me how you knew, but you don't have to. Not if you don't want to."

Raising a brow, she couldn't help but smirk. 

"No?" she asked, looking around his place. Then she glided to his dresser, where a large book sat.

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

"Written by Newt Scamander," she traced her finger along the etching of his name and glanced over at him, "I'm Katherine."

The nervous tick of his jaw made her internally purr.

He reminded her of her Stefan. Sweet and innocent.

Perhaps hiding away from Klaus would be more entertaining than she'd thought.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" Newt asked.

Katherine moved around the room, aware of his eyes following her as she traced her fingers along the fireplace brick, warming her fingers where the flames flickered.

"I'd love some."

While he busied himself in the kitchen, she kept a careful eye on him while simultaneously invading his privacy. He didn't have much if she were honest, but the things he did have were interesting.

"I've never been in a Wizard's home before," she made her way toward the couch where he set a cup and saucer on the little coffee table, "witches, sure, but not the type that attends Wizarding School."

Katherine flattened out the gray pleats to her dress and sat down. Glancing his way, she added a bit of cream to her tea and stirred.

With a crooked grin, Newt nodded. "Hm, I've met a few…"

Raising a brow, she smirked. "And?"

"They scared me." He admitted sheepishly, stirring sugar into his tea cup.

Katherine couldn't help but laugh, an honest laugh—something she hadn't done in a while.

Newt smiled as though trying not to laugh in return. "Our magic isn't quite so…raw."

"Interesting word choice." She murmured, sipping her tea as she watched him.

The crackling of the fire filled the space between them, but she didn't mind. Newt had a comforting presence she didn't receive in many places. 

It could be addictive if she weren't careful.

"So, Newt Scamander," she crossed her ankles and leaned back into the couch, "what exactly does a Magizoologist do?"

Newt's eyes seemed to light from within as he nodded. "Well, I try to teach people why we should be protecting these creatures instead of destroying them and their homes." 

He paused, looking at her more directly. "Many are deeply misunderstood, and every creature deserves protection even if they don't have the voice to express it."

It took a moment for her to realize she was staring at him. "That's…quite selfless." She sipped her cup. "Admirable."

Selfless.

Admirable.

Those were not words she'd used to describe herself, but her instant desire to keep innocent things in her pocket was bone-crushing.

It was an instantaneous want, not purely physical, though he was certainly handsome enough. She wanted him because of the sinless energy he offered. 

After making an internal decision, she moved a bit closer, resting her elbow on the top of the couch as she crossed her thighs. Letting the cleavage of her dress angle down, she gave him a better view.

To her surprise, though secretly delighted, he quickly averted his eyes. She bit her lower lip and let out a small giggle.

"Do you often come to the aid of damsels in distress?"

"I don't see you as a damsel," Newt said quickly, meeting her eyes.

Arching a groomed brow, she slyly moved a little closer. "Don't you?"

"No," he swallowed, "I think you're a very capable woman. You've not shown a hint of distress in a stranger's home. Not that I would ever hurt you." He added quickly as if it needed to be said.

Katherine leaned closer, now inches from his lips with her own.

"Not even if I asked you to?"

Newt's breath hitched and stopped momentarily, bringing another coy smirk to her lips. She pressed her hand to his knee.

"I'll be leaving the city tomorrow," she murmured, "but I've lacked proper companionship."

"Companionship?" Newt asked, eyes searching.

Katherine grinned, stroking her lightly along his thigh. "Hm, I quite like you. You remind me of someone I've been missing for a long time."

She thought back to the last time she'd touched Stefan's face- his dead face. He was in Chicago now, or at least the last she saw of him, enjoying his reign as the vampire ripper tearing up the city life.

This Stefan was fun, but she missed his innocence. 

Back when she could stroke her nails across his pure soul and make him squirm.

"You were in love?" Newt asked gently, tearing her from her memories.

"I was," she smiled, "I am, though he's lost to me. For now. You, though," she reached forward and touched her fingers along the crest of his cheek, "could make a lovely replacement for the time being."

Newt's brows furrowed, slowly backing away. "Replacement?"

"Don't worry," Katherine smiled, letting her eyes darken, "you'll love every moment of it."

"You're a…"

"And you're not afraid," Katherine murmured, gazing into his eyes.

Newt blinked. "I'm not afraid."

Smiling, she leaned forward and brushed her lips lightly against his, and he instinctively returned the soft pressure.

A thrum of excitement coursed through her veins as she touched her tongue against his bottom lip, sighing softly as he granted her entrance, and she rolled into his mouth. She clutched the collar of his jacket as she pulled herself closer.

The excitement must have been contagious because Newt suddenly gripped her tighter and pulled her closer.

"Easy, London." Katherine giggled, hands resting on his. The way his pupils took up most of the color of his eyes sent a wave of heat through her body.

"London?" He asked, giving a lopsided grin. "My name is Newt."

Katherine shook her head and laughed, taking his face in her palms. "Hm, you and I will run away together, my Newt. My London. I'll show you the world, and we will all be together. You, me, and Stefan. Forever."

"Stefan?" Newt asked brows furrowed.

Katherine nodded. "Hm," she purred, taking his earlobe between her teeth, silencing all his other thoughts. She was satisfied to hear a soft moaning sigh in the back of his throat.

The conversation could wait until after they left the city.

Her hand skimmed up his thigh, smirking as she felt the hard length growing in his trousers.

"I'm sorry…" Newt shuddered, and she looked down into his eyes with a curious expression.

"I take it as a high compliment." Katherine giggled, chewing her lower lip.

"I, well, I've never…" Newt stumbled over his words as she slowly tilted her head—a new hunger formed as she realized what he was trying to say.

"Are you a virgin, Newt?"

A flush of rouge crept up his neck and to his cheeks. She admired the coloration for a moment before stroking the curve of his jaw with her thumb.

"Do you want me to change that?" She asked softly, voice low.

Katherine could feel his pulse pounding behind his skin, and oh…it made her gums ache. She waited patiently for his answer, something she didn't often do, but for him, she would. To hear him say he wanted her to be his first was like honey on her tongue.

Newt nodded. "Yes," he murmured, "I…well, I've meant to, but I don't always make very good first impressions- if you can believe it."

Biting her lip, she took his hands. "Well, then, this shouldn't be on the couch. It's an occasion." She giggled and pulled him to his feet.

Newt blinked and nodded. "Yes, uh, right this way." He turned, still holding her hand, and guided her down the tiny hallway, where he entered a room on the right. 

It was the tiniest room Katherine had ever been in, but it had a bed, and that was all that mattered.

She took his hand when he started rubbing the back of his neck. "You don't need to be nervous," she said, lightly stroking the back of his hand, "I'm not usually the gentle type, but for you…" she paused, looking at him, taking in his face. "I can make an exception."

Something strange fluttered in her belly. Quickly, she ignored it and pushed it down before guiding him to the end of the bed and pushing down on his shoulders. She leaned forward and tickled the shell of his ear with a soft voice.

"I'm going to make you feel so good you'd never dream of leaving." She grinned, kissed his ear, and pulled away.

Without wasting another moment, she turned and sat on the bed between his legs. "Help me?" She asked, smiling as his trembling fingers began to work out the knots of her corset.

She let out a soft, sensual sigh with each slide of the fabric. Every bit of release around her chest was like its own moment of pleasure.

Soon, the last thread was undone, and she pulled down from the bottom. Ridding the corset and dress once and for all, left her in nothing more than her white stockings that she'd layered that morning.

Looking ahead at the mirror on the wall, she watched with hungry eyes as his eyes explored her breasts. Katherine leaned back against him and took his hands, guiding them to her chest. 

"I want you to touch me, London." She murmured and shuddered as his thumb experimentally glided across her pebbled nipple. "Just like that…" she breathed. Letting her eyes close, she leaned her head back against his shoulder. "I'll teach you how to touch me."

Newt swallowed, a soft groan in his throat.

Biting her lip, she grinned and met his eyes in the mirror again while feeling his cock growing against the small of her back.

"Don't move." She said before standing and bending over, giving him an excellent view as she removed the first layer of undergarments. Tossing them aside, she sat back down between his legs. "Watch."

Newt did precisely as he was told, watching her reflection as she opened her legs. She relished in his soft gasp as her ready and pink pussy was displayed just for him.

"You can't go too slow or too quick," she murmured, gliding two of her fingers through her slick sex, "though it does depend on the woman. Some like it rougher."

"Do you like it rougher?" He asked, voice graveled, unable to tear his eyes away from how her fingers moved.

Katherine grinned. "Yes…" She slipped her middle finger inside her, letting him watch it sink in before starting slow pumps as she grazed her g-spot expertly. "When you hook your fingers, you'll feel it. She'll feel it. But this," she let her thumb graze over her throbbing clit, and gasped as she did, "that's where you won't want to miss, but not too soon. Let it last…linger."

Transfixed, they watched her finger herself. 

"Go ahead," Katherine said, breathless, sweat dewed on her skin, "slow circles. Right where I showed you."

With a deep shudder, Newt carefully reached around her and let his feather-light touch caress the little nub.

Her eyes rolled back, and her jaw slacked.

"Don't stop…" she murmured, quickening the pace of her fingers that continued to pump in and out of her.

Using a circular motion, he added more pressure, and Katherine nearly came apart right then. Then, he did something she didn't expect and rolled her nipple between the fingers of his free hand.

It sent her over the edge.

Katherine came in waves, panting as the space under her entrance visibly convulsed.

"You'll get to feel that in just a moment." She murmured as she was lowered from her orgasm high. "On your back."

Newt took the order without arguing, though he couldn't tear his eyes from her naked body as she crawled her way up to sit on his thighs.

Smiling, she untucked his shirt from his trousers and stroked her nails along the skin she exposed.

Newt squirmed, clutching the bedding beneath with wide eyes. "Sorry, I'm quite…"

"Sensitive?" Katherine giggled; pushing his shirt up, she traced around his belly button. "So I see. Don't worry, the ones that squirm are the most fun…"

Katherine took her time, unbuttoning his jacket and shirt and taking them away. She undressed him until there was nothing to prevent her from touching him wherever she pleased.

There was something she was most desperate to touch.

Still positioned on his thighs, she looked down at his fully erect cock that was simply begging for her touch. Glancing up at his face, she grinned when she saw the slight flicker of desperation in his eyes.

She took her time, and taking his length in her hands, she massaged him. Lightly squeezing and pulling, she did anything she could to coax those soft sighs from him.

Meeting his gaze, she smirked and dragged her thumb across the slit of his tip, forcing his features to contort into one of tortured pleasure.

"Tell me how good it feels." She tickled her nails along his length and watched his abdominal muscles flex from trying to squirm. Though, she knew he couldn't move. She was far too strong for him – he couldn't escape, and she didn't intend to show him mercy.

"Tell. Me." Katherine repeated, her eyes darkening.

Newt nodded and swallowed harshly. "It's amazing…" His jaw dropped as she lowered her head and dragged the flat of her tongue across his head that beaded with pre-cum.

Taking both hands, she began pumping him from base to tip, grinning as he started to thrash. Laughing low in her throat, she released his cock, knowing he was close to coming. 

Moving forward, she pressed her hands down on his shoulders to keep him pinned. Gazing into his eyes, she lowered her hips, stretching herself as she guided his tip to her entrance.

"It gets better." She said, pressing a soft kiss to his flushed cheek before going down on him.

Newt gasped in her ear, but she didn't stop. She moved her hips back and forth, up and down. Riding him like a slowly rolling ocean wave, her eyes rolled back in her head.

It had been a very long time since she'd done this. Sex was a frequent event, but that was usually quick, dirty fun. 

This was different. It was slow. 

Sensual. 

Something Katherine didn't know she'd been craving.

"Katherine!" Newt gasped, but she didn't stop. 

Instead, she squeezed her thighs to make it a tighter fit.

The moan he let out sent chills down her spine as she pressed her forehead against the side of his neck.

"I think I'm going to explode…" Newt whimpered, clawing at her arms, holding her wrists.

"Just breathe through it," she smiled against his ear and whispered, "Come for me…"

At that moment, he did. She could feel his cock thrash inside of her as he released himself. Without stopping her thrusting hips, Katherine milked him for every drip of cum. Moaning against his neck at the sound of his release.

Then she was coming too. Her hot channel throbbed around him as her eyes rolled back, taking in every groan of pleasure he offered.

Slowly, her hips relaxed. 

Panting, she carefully rolled off him, but his arms immediately wrapped around her waist. Pulling her close, burying his face against her chest.

Blinking, Katherine stroked her fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. She smiled as he sighed against her. It was such a small thing- a sigh of contentment, but knowing he'd found that comfort in her warmed her heart in a way she had never felt before.

They lay like that for a long time- basking in each other's presence.

"We'll be together," she murmured, "forever." 

Katherine knew she wasn't talking to him and more to herself. The slowing of his heart and breathing let her know he had fallen fast asleep.

Looking down at him, she stroked the hair falling across his temple. Watching the side of his face while the other was pressed to her breast.

 A slow frown crept over her features as sunlight lit the room. 

"So innocent." She murmured, stroking another stray hair from his brow.

This man, who took her in without question, had dedicated his life to helping magical creatures. Ordinarily, Katherine wouldn't have thought much of it, but she recalled how his eyes lit with excitement as he talked about his work.

Had she ever had such a passion or calling in life as he had?

Katherine had spent the majority of her life on the run. Away from Bulgaria and then again away from Klaus. From Elijah.

It was a never-ending cycle that inevitably got Stefan turned into a vampire, not just a vampire. 

A ripper.

She tried to envision Newt as a vampire who spent his days taking lives and being the opposite of everything he was.

Innocent. Pure. Good.

Everything she wasn't.

If he killed, which he would, the light of excitement would leave his eyes forever, and the very thought choked her with sudden, overwhelming emotion.

She was Katherine Pierce. Selfish and sexy, she could have him if she wanted him, and oh, she wanted him…but would he look at her the same way again if she did this?

If she tore him from what he loved most?

Swallowing back the emotion that was building, she took a long, deep breath and looked down at Newt's sleeping face again.

She'd been wrong. He wasn't like Stefan.

Stefan still had a mean streak. He could get what he wanted if he tried hard enough if he desired it enough, but Newt…there wasn't a mean bone in his body.

Katherine stroked his cheek lightly as her brows knitted together, taking a moment to decide. Then she climbed out of bed. She untangled his grip from her, cursing the tears that stung her eyes as she slowly got dressed.

Looking in the mirror, she adjusted her bodice and looked over her shoulder. Staring at Newt's relaxed form on the bed.

Katherine walked to him, stopping at the side of the bed, and gazed down at him. If there was ever a moment for her to be selfless, it was now.

She didn't deserve something as good as him, and she knew it.

A faint, melancholic smile appeared at the edge of her lips while she ran her fingers through the wild curls on his forehead one last time.

Katherine made her way across the room and paused at the door. She glanced over her shoulder.

She whispered, "So long, London."