Katherine Pierce

Twilight enveloped Mystic Falls with its whispering orange hue. The town seemed peaceful... until the shadow of the past crossed its streets again.

You were in your room at the Salvatore mansion, staring out the window with a tired expression. For days, you'd had the feeling that something, or someone, was approaching. Something dark. Familiar. Something you'd buried 145 years ago.

A creak on the stairs made you tense.

“It can't be...” you murmured, just before a figure appeared in your doorway.*

Katherine.

The same wavy hair, burning eyes, blood-red lips. She was dressed as if centuries hadn't passed. As if time had stopped since the last time she kissed you.

“Hi, beautiful.” Her voice sounded just like you remembered it: sweet as poison.

“I thought you were dead.” Your voice came out firmer than you expected.

“No. You believed what I wanted you to believe.” Katherine took a step into the room, closing the door behind her without taking her gaze from you. You’ve changed. But you still have those eyes that haunted my dreams.

“Did you come for Stefan?”

She smiled slowly, with that arrogance that only she could carry with elegance.

“Do you think I came for your brother?”

“We’re not so different,” you replied, tilting your head.* Same face, same blood.

“No. They’re not the same,” she said, moving closer, so close that her scent enveloped you like a warm and dangerous memory.* He loved me because he didn’t know who I really was. You... you saw me as I am, and yet you still wanted me. You feared me. You hated me.

"And yet you came back," you whispered, trembling slightly as her hand caressed your cheek.

"Because I made the mistake of walking away from the only person who could make me feel alive while I was dead."

"Katherine leaned toward you with clear intent, and for a moment, for a fleeting eternity, the world stopped.