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"someone will remember us, I say, even in another time."

Milk slowly plops into my bowl of cereal. The bowl is white with a chipped edge and the cereal is stale. It's the kind that Elena doesn't like and it probably belonged to Zach Salvatore when he was still alive. When I check the best before date on the milk carton it's already 3 days past. I smell the milk and decide that it probably won't kill me.

It has been a quiet night, I didn't even hear Damon come home after his outburst last night. He probably slid quietly into a window or a side door after a night of whatever he did in all of his sadness. The pillow fort that I had created on the large leather couch has been dismantled. Now it's nothing, just pillows that I have returned to the bed I stole them from. Damon's silk sheets have been fitted over his bed again. You would never guess that anyone else had lived here if it weren't for the pink suitcase next to the couch and the Audi in the driveway. The Salvatores aren't much for modern cars. "You're leaving?" Stefan asks. He's standing on top of the staircase and starts to walk down to me. Sadly I have just taken a very large bite of stale cereal and can't respond. So I just nod.

He sits down opposite of me at this little breakfast nook in the kitchen, his hand are carefully folded over each other, placed there with a purpose.

"I rented an apartment in town, I needed a change of pace." He nods with a small, furrowed mouth and eyebrows, he looks tired and serious.

"Also your brother and I are fighting and our-" I point at him and back to me with my spoon, a bit of milk falls on the table, "-situation is just uncomfortable in general." He looks this serious all the time, he used to be goofy when we were younger.

"I know you'll miss my womanly tou-" a cough comes up from somewhere deep inside of my body. It can't be contained at it is making my entire body tremble. He moves from his seat to behind me and gives my back a few subjectively light taps.

"Thanks," I croak out. Specks of blood on my hand.

"You're dying." He holds my bloodied hand tightly, his finger nails dig deep into the sensitive skin. I can see crescent shaped indents start to form. 

I shake his hand off me, "this body is old, Stefan. I'll be fine."

It's a deep voice that interrupts our little moment, "No you won't." he knows about Katherine. In my head I am begging him to keep his mouth shut, sometimes I wish vampires could read minds. You know, like they do in the books

"Thanks Damon, really helpful." He pops a grape from the fruit basket that I just refilled into his mouth and chews on the flesh loudly. Annoying bastard.

I get up and essentially throw my bowl and cutlery into the sink. The dishwasher hasn't been turned on in a while and is completely filled up. In a final act of defiance I put a tablet into the machine and turn it on, throwing it closed dramatically.

"Well at least now I won't be dead underneath your steps in the morning," I let out a huge sigh and stretch my arms above my head, revealing a tiny bit of tummy, "I'll be in my own comfortable bed." I know that standing like this reminds Damon of our short lived romance.

I look down at my feet and see a pair of heels that was way too expensive. It's the type of shoes I haven't worn in a while and on top I'm wearing the type of clothes I haven't worn in a while. My mind way too occupied with what vampire was coming to kill me next.

Now I know, so I don't have to worry any longer. I only just realized that nothing beats the importance of fashion, not even life or death situations.

Also, fashion should always tower over boys. I pick up my sparkly pink suitcase by the handle and roll it behind me to the front door. The sound of my heels clicking and the suitcase rolling fills the house.

I turn around one more time when I have already reached the front door.

"Goodbye brothers," the door closes behind and just before it falls closed I see the faces of my two oldest friends. Now almost strangers.

It's a damp and dark hole, the tomb is. The only thing keeping me from tripping over my own feet is the flashlight on my phone which I've pointed at the floor. I can see every crack in the rock floor, they have gotten deeper and deeper over the years. It is a bit lighter when I get to the open space, holes have been created in the ceiling and some natural light is spilling through, into a waterfall of sun.

My hands are filled with them, the blood bags I smuggled out of the Salvatore house. A whole sparkly, pink suitcase filled to the brim. Questions that deserve answers.

I hear her move almost immediately when I get to the entrance of the tomb. She is weakened, her face looks old and tired, almost like the cracked floors of the basement.

"I was wondering when you'd stop by." She utters huskily.

"Well at least someone was expecting me, are you decent?" she pouts sarcastically.

"Aww, aren't you funny." She looks like a genuine mean girl like this, straight out of a movie-high-school. Eyebrows all elegantly raised, still wearing giant black heels.

"It must run in the family." She smiles. Her face is so gorgeous and so easily recognizable, I don't understand how anyone could even confuse her for her doppelgänger. Her lips are more pouty, her hair is longer and almost seems a shade darker than Elena's.

"I need some answers please." She grins but it isn't one of her evil grins, it almost carries something... sad. I can't fully explain what I'm looking at, someone I recognize so easily but who is still a stranger.

"Ask away." I take a deep breath and I swear I am breathing in every kind of mold that exists, if I die because of an infection I know who to haunt for the rest of my lives.

"Why did you kill me all those times when we were sisters all along?" she sighs and changes her position to sit against one of the walls, I follow her and sit right opposite her. Like a mirror.

"Katerina," my voice sounds happily through the gardens, almost echoing off the hedges forming the maze we are running through. She seems to come out of nowhere, Katerina and holds a hand to my mouth. "You mustn't call me by that name Lilly-Anna, we are English women now." I nod with her hand still on my mouth. We are the same age, we were born at the same time, not identical twins, but Katerina often sees herself as the older sister. It's a game I don't mind playing along with.

"And most of all we have some men waiting for us, who can court us so we will be rich and never have to worry about anything again." I giggle as she grabs my hand.

"That isn't any explanation, more like a sappy attempt at gaining my sympathy." She looks almost forlorn.  "It is the truth, we were close when we were younger." A sigh.

"But I'll need some motivation to tell you the rest of the story." I roll my eyes and throw her one of the bags of blood, she catches it easily and sinks her teeth into it instead of doing it the more hygienic way. She must be desperate. She sucks the entire bag empty in mere seconds and wipes off her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Where were we.."

"This is Klaus Mikaelson and his brother Elijah, sirs these are the sisters Pierce, Katherine and Lilly-Anna." We reverence before them. They are truly a sight to behold, gorgeous and with power and riches that Katerina and I could only dream of a back in Bulgaria.

Elijah kisses my hand gently while Klaus does the same for Katherine, my heart flutters.

"It's an honor to meet you Lady Lilly-Anna," I giggle.

"The pleasure is all mine sir, but please, I prefer to go by Lola." At the mention of my nickname something flashes through his eyes, he shakes his head to get rid of it.

"Are you okay Sir? Have I offended you?" he shakes his head no and smiles.

"No of course not my Lady, that name just reminded me of someone."

"Someone you liked sir?"

"Someone I loved."

"So that wasn't my first lifetime either." Katherine stares at me and shakes her head.

"No, you had been around for much longer than that." I throw her another bag of blood and wait for her to drain it so she can continue her story.

"We need to leave," she is desperately looking through one of the drawers in our rooms when she finds what she is looking for, a small milky white stone is laying in her hand.

"Why, what is going on?" she grabs me by the arm and puts a cloak around my body to keep me warm, her own has long been wrapped around hers.

"They are going to kill us. You know where Rose-Marie lives right?" I nod and she drags me by the hand out of the castle. At the door I notice that I have forgotten something, my mother's necklace.

"I need to get it Katerina!" she shakes her head, it is too late for her.

"You go, I know the way to Rose's house. I'll join you there later."  It is on my way back through the large halls of the castle that a hand grabs me into a room, Elijah.

"So I never got to you at Rose's house." She looks at the floor and I am almost tempted to reach a hand out to her, but I don't know if what she is pretending to feel is real. I only know my side of the story, the one I am slowly starting to remember.

"I don't know what became of you then, but I died and became this."

"I died too."

He is holding me tightly behind his back when we hear Klaus' booming voice from behind the door.

"Elijah, give her to me." I am shivering behind him, cold and afraid.

"Why Klaus, why must she die?" he beats in the door, it wasn't the answer he was looking for.

"Come on Elijah, don't be a wuss. She'll be back in no time, it's on you to find her." He rushes towards me and before I know it, I am 16 again, in a different country with a different family.

"So you did." She is picking at her cuticles, it's what I do when I get nervous, too. Her long brown hair has gotten greasy from the damp tomb air.

"You didn't know that, you thought I had betrayed you." She stares deep into my eyes.

"The next time I saw you, you were in Mystic Falls about to get married. I thought you were pretending not to recognize me and I was sure you were like me. You still looked exactly the same. So I shot you in the head, " I throw her another blood bag.

"But I wasn't a vampire." She scoffs and kick off a heel, massages her own foot.

"No, you weren't. Then I fell in love with your boyfriend, very painful, I know. And then came the warrant for your death, from Niklaus himself. So I had decided that by killing you I could save myself some time running." She chugs blood from the bag and sighs, satisfied.

"Dick move." Her shoulders shrug so high into the air that it looks ridiculous, fake. Like she isn't as comfortable with what she did as she pretends to be.

"You weren't my flesh and blood. Not anymore. I had already spent so long running that having friends really wasn't necessary." I get up from my uncomfortable position and pat the dust from my skirt. "And what about this time, why haven't you killed me yet?" She just grins.

"Like I told you, you aren't mine to kill this time." She puts a hand to her ear, "you hear that? Sounds like one of our boyfriends coming down here. I wonder which one it will be." She is right, of course she is. Stefan rushes down the stone, broken down steps into the round clearing.

"Come on Lola, I'll take you home." He isn't mad, that must mean Damon told him about what Katherine is-was to me.

I start walking up the stairs besides Stefan when I turn around, "Wait."

She looks on, seems genuinely curious about my question, "what happened to the rest of them? The rest of our family?" She looks at her nails in the limited light.

"He killed them all. Every single one of them."

I nod and she speaks, "Dovizhdane, sestra." And even though she speaks in a language I haven't spoken in hundreds of years I know exactly what she is saying.

"Goodbye to you too, sister."

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