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Matt's head is cradled in between my thighs. The damp leaves prickle against my naked skin.

"You'll be okay Matt," I pet his hair with my free hand, "you'll be okay."

He has to be okay, he has to be, he has to be. No one is dying today. I can't let anyone else die.

My right hand is occupied, pressing down hard against the still open wound on Matt's neck, trying to keep at least the majority of his blood inside of his body. Blood is covering my bare legs, I can feel the sticky substance sliding down, dripping into the dirt beneath me, sinking into the earth.

The leaves are moving around, they aren't dry enough to crumple so I conclude it must have rained recently. I am not sure how this helps me in my current situation, since I can very much hear the leaves moving around me still.

I close my eyes like a child, because it is the only thing I can think of doing right now and I hold my breath. I hope that this will deter whatever creature roaming around the forest from eating me up whole, one bite and one swallow. I can feel a warm breath on my face, the air in my lungs is slowly starting to run out and it burns, in my throat and my heart and everywhere else.

A wet nose touches mine, I can feel rough fur tickling my cheeks. I am trembling, my whole body is shaking from the lack of oxygen and the abundance of fear.

When tears start trickling down my skin, the beast in front of me licks them off gently.

The metaphorical clock ticks away so slowly, but it is loud nonetheless. I can't feel the beasts presence around me anymore but I don't dare open my eyes until I am one-hundred percent sure that it is gone.

I start slowly letting out small puffs of air and letting new ones slip into my mouth, finally I can soothe my burning lungs.

I hear a woosh again. This sound that has now been fully associated with vampires. And I feel weirdly safe when I hear it. Arms surround me fully, they are strong and hard, I can smell a man's cologne and I feel cool skin. Somehow I know the person holding me is Stefan Salvatore.

I open my eyes and I see him, all stern look and furrowed forehead. He is trying desperately to look away from the blood covering his chest.

I nuzzle my face into his chest and let my eyes flutter shut again, my salty tears must be staining his white t-shirt.

He puts me down onto the ground and I nestle my bare feet into the dirt, finding solid ground again.

Stefan puts a hand onto my jaw and I feel like I can finally open my tired eyes and look into his.

"You're okay Lola."

And nothing has ever felt more intimate than this small moment. This vampire putting his cold hand onto my tear-stained face. Holding me, worrying about me. Nothing else matters.

"You're okay."

The next morning feels different. I have tried my hardest to forget about the blonde boy, who somehow reminded me of the simple act of tenderness in a bitter time.

I am still drowsy, only half woken up, my head is still spinning. My mattress. I can feel it, it has slightly sagged to the side like something, or someone, is sat on it.

I see the girl, yes, but I am confused. She looks like Elena Gilbert, yet I know she is not. My mind hurts while she stares at me, deep into my eyes, everlasting. I dig it up, deep from the back of my brain and it hurts to see the name, to feel her presence, to know who she is. Betrayal in its deepest form.

"Katerina," I whisper. My voice small and I know my eyes must look like saucer plates.

"Lola, what an unpleasant surprise. What the hell do you think you're doing?" A fist is against my head within seconds. Everything turns a forest green, like the color of his eyes.

He walks into the Lockwood Mansion, the room is lit up beautifully, candles a plenty seemingly covering every inch of the room. There is a girl in the middle of the dancefloor, Stefan can see every single man staring at her, but she is already his.

He takes Katherine into his arms, ready to dance the night away.

"Look who found his dancing shoes," the girl teases, her voice always sultry, Stefan tries to go in for the kiss, but Katherine avoids his lips.

"No touching Mr. Salvatore, those are the rules."

He smirks at her, "I thought you didn't believe in rules."

He finds his eyes in between the faces of the mass, he is sulking in a corner, staring at his brother and the enchanting girl.

"My brother is still upset that you chose me to escort you."

Katherine giggle and traces his chest with her pointer finger, "Well, Damon needs to concede that his younger brother is a better dancer." She looks at Damon, "looks like he found someone to occupy his time with." Stefan looks at his brother, no longer sulking in a corner but instead with her.

Her red hair cascades over her back like the cliché of a waterfall he would love to bathe in once more.

Skin pale and flawless, like a sculpture of marble.

When he looks closer, a little bit more intensely he sees the hole in her head. Her hair is matted to her scalp, covered in blood and pieces of brain matter. Damon laughs at her, like he doesn't deserve to.

"Lola," Katherine takes his hand and rubs it between her fingers, "Stefan don't"

Damon laughs at her and puts out a hand, Lorelei takes it with glee and runs after the man, giggling like only she can.

"Lola!" he runs after them, through the large doors of Lockwood Mansion.

He opens the door, but doesn't walk into the gardens like he expected to do, instead he arrives at the Mystic Grill, Lorelei is gone and he sees Elena now.

That beautiful smile is on her face and even though Katherine and she look exactly alike, that smile definitely belongs to Elena Gilbert.

She holds out a pool cue in his dire and looks at him "it's your turn."

Before Stefan can reach her Damon is standing there, joining Elena at the table.

"Be prepared to lose," he places a tender kiss on the girl's lips.

"It hurts doesn't it?" Katherine's hand is on her shoulder, she wears a dress straight from the 1800's and she look so out of place in this bar.

"Now you know how I feel. Don't fight it Stefan. You loved me once. You can love me again."

He hears the voices of three girl mixed together, sultry, sweet and innocent.

"I love you Stefan. We'll be together again, I promise." A kiss is pressed to his lips, he feels the dark and the light in his wretched heart.

He wakes up to brown curl in his nose, he breathes in the smell of Elena, his chest bouncing up and down in the tempo of someone with a beating heart.

"Hey, you okay?" Her voice is groggy from sleep, he pets her hair with one hand.

"Yeah. Yes, bad dream, get back to sleep." He knows it when she nuzzles her head back into his chest and breathes out that entitled sigh. He flashes out of the bed, this warm safety has created for himself will not be stained by her darkness.

"Katherine," she looks at him, proud of herself, "you have to admit, I'm getting better at this."

"It was way easy to get into your head," she is laying with her head in her hand, tracing patterns into the white mattress. "Have you completely forsaken your nature?" He rushes to her, but he already knew he could never beat her.

"Are we really gonna do this again? You and I both know I could rip you to shreds and do my nails at the same time." There is a sly little smirk on her face.

"What do you want?"

"I wanted to see you. I missed you, Stefan. Indulge me for a little while, please?" Stefan pulls a white cotton t-shirt over his head, "why are you back in town?"

"Three reasons," she counts on her fingers "you, you and a little bird called Lola." Stefan takes in a sharp breath, he doesn't want Katherine to hear, but she does of course, she always does.

"Didn't you know Stefan? There is an exact replica of your dead former fiancé walking around Mystic falls," she picks at one of her nails, "well, not exactly walking anymore."

Stefan runs for Katherine and forces a hand around her dainty neck.

"Oh Steffie," she puts a finger on his nose and pushes him away harshly. "I did you the pleasure of digging up her grave, just to let you know that her mangled bones are still in there." Katherine looks at a cabinet in Stefan's room, he follows her eyes and they land on a macabre sight.

On the wood lays a skull, a large hole in the side of its bone.

"What did you do to her?"

"Let's talk first, but do be fast or she might just bleed out, again."

I am dizzy, that's the first thing I notice. The second thing is that I can hardly see anything, everything around me is dark except for a streak of light coming from a door. Something has been stuffed into my mouth and saliva is slowly dripping onto my thighs. I am bound to a chair, the hard wood is digging uncomfortably into my back and the ropes are burning my wrists.

A pain travels through my body coming from my belly and when I look down I can see the handle of a knife sticking out of my abdomen. Blood is slowly trickling out and when I breath I can feel the knife dancing around in there, trying to find its place.

I want to scream more than anything, alert someone to the fact that I am here but my mouth is stuffed and when I try I only choke on it.

The room is dark, yes, but I haven't been blindfolded. My eyes have been slowly adjusting to the lack of light, seeing things like the blade sticking into me. The room I am in is old and dusty, the streak beneath the door is high up so I can only assume that I have been put into someone's basement.

When I listen, really listen I can hear people walking around upstairs. Are they just people compelled to do Katherine's bidding? Or are they her playmates, coming to kill her next?

Katherine, who is she? When I saw her I knew she wasn't Elena, wasn't even unsure about it for a second. And the vampire knew my name, called me Lola in the same the way the Salvatore brother's do, a hint of longing in her sultry voice.

Katherine is evil, that's all I remember. Well, I also remember ball gowns and dancing at parties, I remember a corset being pulled so tight I couldn't breath.

It wasn't last week, it isn't a strange dream I had forgotten until now, I looks like hundreds of years ago, how do I remember?

Am I still the same girl I was then? Has the environment changed me into something else completely?

Will I ever be as good as I was, dancing around in the pale moonlight, a boy on my arm, a white dress seemingly floating through the wind.

I must be going delirious from the loss of blood, but I start wondering anyway. Things I should never think about force their way into my brain.

Did Katerina ever see the moonlight? How can someone be evil when they have?

Suddenly I feel a pain shoot through my head, nothing has ever hurt like this before. I hear the sound of a bullet ringing through my ears. I know it's not real, but isn't it?

My eyes are opened so wide that I can feel the individual particles of dust floating into them, making my tears burn even more than they already did.

Was that the only time I had lived before? Were there other? Did I marry someone, somewhere, had kids on a farm with dogs and horses where they grew up happily before I was killed?

I knew one thing, I had never been allowed to die a peaceful death.

The door creaks open and a bright light shines through the hole it leaves behind. There stands Damon, all perfect skin and strong jawline and coming to save me. He rips the ball out of my mouth and switches it for his wrist, while I feed on his healing blood he pulls the knife out of my belly.

The wrist comes out of my mouth, I look at Damon and I feel like I can finally breath again.

"It's time to go." He picks me up and runs.