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𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐌 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄 | 𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍

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-After being on the run for years by the side of the myth, the legend, the baddest bitch of all, Katherine pierce, you're finally caught, taken prisoner by the feared Klaus Mikaelson.

He could have had you desiccate for decades, drown underwater over and over again, be tortured everyday, be dinner to wolves, but instead, he decides to keep you prisoner in his dungeons, visiting you everyday until something sparks out of that.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏:

Katherine, Katherine Pierce; Katerina Petrova, survivor, she-devil, psychopath, evil slut vampire—those were all names constantly given to her.

I simply called her, 'my partner,' after all, that's what she was. We had a truce, a friendship made from the day I met her. She wasn't my 'best best friend,' neither of us had friends, just each other.

We've had many brutal fights, stealing each other's boyfriend, which was a game she started not long after we met, but we would always makeup and pretend like nothing had happened, killing the man who dared to get in between us.

The year was 1773, Katherine was celebrating her birthday. She had just turned 300 and was celebrating by pretending to be another slave and having a threesome with my master and another sex slave. She had sneaked in through a back door with the intention of playing peasant, having some fun, then killing everyone for her own pleasure.

I was seventeen, my parents and grandparents had been killed by an ancient organization named, 'Arsenov,' which had settled in Bulgaria, Katherine's homeland.

I was shy, terrified that they would beat me like they had every time I didn't follow instructions. I was suicidal, scheming to kill myself with whatever sharp object I could get my hands on.

"Get your filthy arse in there!" The master's son ordered, yanking me inside by the rope tied around my wrists and neck. He over-abused his power, raping every female slave just to prove to his father that he wasn't gay, which he was gay because he couldn't even stay hard when it was my turn, my back was still sore from the beating of that night.

I laid my eyes on Katherine as she placed a kiss on the master's neck, making her vampire face before stabbing her sharp teeth in him. My eyes widened and my heart dropped. I desperately blinked in disbelief at what was happening in front of me.

The master's son threw me to the ground, backing away to grab a sword and attempt to stab Katherine with it. Dehydration and starvation slowed me down. I stopped taking my rations about four days ago, with the intention of dying, but I suddenly feared death.

Even though my vision was blurry, there she was, kneeling beside me with a mouth covered in blood. "You want to live, young one?" I nodded, turning my view to the side as I was taking my last breaths.

I don't remember much after that, just waking up in her cottage. She taught me all of her conniving ways, told me her life story, her mission of running away, and took me with her. I have spent over 200 years by her side, earning enemies like the Mikaelsons.

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Our heels clicked on the black concrete street after that tiring Salvatore masquerade ball, where I had just saved Katherine's life—again.

"So you sticking around with me on this one, cupcake?" questioned Katherine, smirking over at me our arms were hooked. I turned my view down to my red heels, sighing, "Katherine, I—"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." She stood in front of me with her arms crossed. "You didn't use a petty nickname. Now, spill. What's wrong?"

I chuckled, "Nothing with you—just that that little witch of theirs is powerful, turned Lucy against us."

Katherine nodded, sauntering by my side again. "Well, let's kill her. We can't kill Elena, do you know what we can do with her life?"

"Buy ours."

"Uh-huh, that's right, smarty pants."

"Kath, don't be so petty. We have to stick together now more than ever—Isobel is gone because she turned to their side, too...you won't go, right? Tell me you won't go running to Stefan's arms, Katherine!"

She speeded in front of me, slapping me across the face. "LOOK, we didn't win tonight, I KNOW! We don't have the stone, but that doesn't give you the right to think that low of me! We've been together for two hundred years, I would think you would know me better by now!"

I slapped her back. "Yeah, and I'm doubting you because I know you! In 1864, you let those villagers kidnap me, so you could go check on little Stefan to see if he turned! In 1957, you abandoned me in that bar to go look for Stefan! And today, you left me cornered to run after Stefan! Katherine, HE HAS MADE YOU WEAK!"

Her chest heaved in anger, her hands clenched into a fist, and the look on her eyes as she stared at me through her eyebrows, warned me what she was about to do next. She grabbed me by the throat, tossing me on a white car, the glass shattering with my weight and the force I was thrown with.

I sat up, shattered glass cutting into my palms as I held myself up. Katherine stood in front of me as she harshly stated, "I don't need anyone in my life who doesn't want to be there," then vamp-speeded away.

I sighed, planning my next move. I knew her; it wasn't a good idea to go to her within the next hour or two, so I stood up and speeded away past streets until I saw a bar. Knocking out a woman in the lonely street, I dragged her away into a dark alley to steal her clothes.

I finished slipping the black coat on and stuck fists in the pockets as I made my way towards the entrance of the bar, a handsome man opening the door for me.

I sat at the bar, drinking bourbon as I stared down at my broken nail, hearing a familiar voice approach me. "What a nice evening you hosted, Damon. Even if you weren't seen for the most of it."

"Y/N," he sighed, sitting on a stool beside me.

"Hm." I picked my glass back up. "That's the first time you called me by my name since we reunited."

He took my drink to put it back down, grabbing onto my jaw and wrapping his arm around my neck to pick me up on my feet, pressing my body against his. "Yeah, well, I'm feeling quite nostalgic...care to...I don't know, say, do an act to relive old memories?"

I leaned my head forward, my tongue grazing my lips until he attempted to go in for the kiss and I backed my head away, giggling. I shook my head. "I don't go for Katherine's leftovers."

He smirked. "You sure didn't mind back then."

"Yeah, but back then you were nothing more than an inexperienced virgin—must say: I enjoyed taking your innocence, making you think you took mine."

"Oh, yes but that night, I found out how much of a slut you were...you were always just a cheap knockoff version of Katherine."

"And to her, you were nothing more than a cheap knockoff of Stefan."

The smirk wiped off and I heard snickering coming from the restaurant part, which was now alone. Just that blonde 'Carolina' and Stefan. They were both sitting, laughing at Damon as he let go of me, pulling out a stake from the sleeve of his suit.

I sighed, nodding with a slight smile. "I know, I know. Can a girl have one last drink?" Grinning, Damon leaned over to pull out an open bottle of bourbon to pour on my almost empty glass, then handing it over to me.

I looked over at Stefan, putting my drink up. "We shared a lot of good memories, Salvatores. I guess we'll continue on the other side." I pretended to sip for a second, then quickly spilt it on Damon's chest, bending back to dodge the stake, then standing up straight to take the candle that was set on the bar, setting Damon on fire before I ran away.

Through the glass windows, I watched as Caroline chased after me as Stefan helped Damon by vamp-speeding for a fire extinguisher.

Two wooden bullets to my stomach made me stop running so I stay still, standing still as I looked down at myself, opening the coat. My crimson blood was spreading through the white shirt I was wearing and I looked back up as Caroline shoved a piece of vervain in my mouth, forcing me to pass it down before I blacked out.

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