"Klaus, no." Her shriek was heard from miles as she felt her skin boil with heat. His heat. His body tightening around hers. Her neck throbbing.

"Don't worry Katerina, it'll be alright." He wore that demented glint in his eyes as she began to scream again. He began biting every inch of her skin. Draining her of the crimson she needed to survive.

"No Klaus." Her voice faded into a whisper as her body felt numb under his touch. She was ready to face the other side, to die already. He was willing to not let that slide.

She woke up in car. It was big. Her legs were stretched out over the black leather seats and her head was on a lap. Katherine lifted her head slightly to see who was her pillow. Wincing was her punishment as she quickly slid from him.

"Klaus." She whispered. Her eyes were buttered with tears as she looked at the bites on her skin. Klaus couldn't help but laugh at her weakness. She was lost and in pain, but he didn't get that.

"The one and only dear." He wore a malicious smirk on his lips as he watched his sweet Katerina. Her brown locks all messy from the ride, her skin bruised from the bites. She was a mess.

"Where are we going?" Katherine tried stretching her neck to see at the front of the car, but she winced louder.

Klaus almost felt sorry for her as he watched her suffer the pain he'd caused. He was a bit amused every time she bites her lip in pain. He likes her in pain. She deserves it. So he thought.

Katherine's lips twitched as she leaned against the car window, coughing heavily. Her body was turning pale and icky. Her forehead was developing little prickles of sweat as she shivered.

"We're in Italy, my love." He grinned as he stared at the window.

"I..Ital.." She coughed louder as she felt her cool skin hit two hundred degrees. Klaus turned to her.

"You look awful." He winced at the sight, a soft, snide snicker leaving his lips as scooted over toward her. She moved further away from his as much as she could.

Klaus took her weak body along his lap, cradling her gently. Katherine gave up on trying to run from him, gave up on fighting. She just lifted her fingers to land safely against his stomach.

"I wouldn't let you die, not yet any way." Veins began to form under his eyelids as he bite into his wrist, quickly placing it at her lips.

He was a bit shocked at first when he saw no respond. He raised a brow.

"Katerina?" He whispered softly. He felt a bit of pain struck his side as he felt Katherine's heart beat slowly fade. She can't die, not yet. Katerina wake up, please.

She began to lick over the wound that was healing up. Her fingers tightening around his shirt as she fed. Klaus' eyes lit up as he heard her heart beat again.

Katherine must have been tired, because she fell asleep on top of the infamous outlaw, hold the hem of his shirt.

Klaus watched her fall into a deep slumber. He was going to loose her. He wasn't going to see her face anymore. The smirk she wore when she felt victorious, her screams and wincing. He held her closely as he watched the main road, the driver meeting their destination.

"Mr. Klaus, we're are here." His voice rang through Klaus' thoughts. He watched the big white house before him before lifting up Katherine.

"Thank you." He got out of the car quickly, carrying her body to the house. He opened the door.

"We're going to have lots of fun dear." Klaus whispered into her ear. I can count on that.

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Katherine woke up in a bed. The sheets were black, with pinched of red in it. She sat up thinking her body would be due to a lifetime of pain, but she felt fine. Katherine turned her head to the bags of stuff sitting on the edge of the large bed. With a note.

Katerina

Get freshened up, I got you a few things you might need. Undergarments, fragrance, cloths, etc. etc. I'll be out for a while, so stay and get comfy, we'll be here a while.

P.S. Try to escape, and the next time I find you, you'll feel my hand tighten around your heart before I rip it out of your body. Alright, dear.

She held her self tightly as she began to rock back and forth. Katherine was cold. Cold from the threat, cold from him. She slipped out of the bed, grabbing the bags before walking to the glass door. The room she was made of all glass. The walls were glass, so was the door. Great, now he can see everything. She thought as she stripped herself of her clothing in the bathroom. Turning on the shower to a warm temperature as she slipped under the showerhead.

"Katherine." She heard Stefan's voice dance in her eardrums as she stood in the streets of Chicago. His warning glare caused her to slide back into the shadows, but Stefan went after her.

"What are you doing Katherine?"

"Keeping an eye on my favorite Salvatore." She let her fingers glide along his muscular chest. He slapped her fingers off.

"Glad to know you care." Katherine pursed lips.

"I always cared Stefan."

She turned the shower off as she pressed her body against the wall, reaching for a towel to wrap around her body. Katherine sighed sadly as she planted her feet on the rug, looking back into her reflection.

"Snap out of it, you're strong. You're Katherine Pierce. Katerina Petrova." The reflection barked. She couldn't help but storm out of the bathroom. Katherine placed herself back on the bed, sitting Indian style at the end as she watched the woods from here. The sun peaking over the trees, turning the sky a pretty violet, with a dash of crimson.

Her body felt tense as she watched the view.

"Wait, wait." Damon's lips removed from hers as he backed up a few paces. She stood there with confusion sinking in her auburn gaze. His blue orbs settling on her ripped shirt.

"We can fix everything now. I'll forget the 145 years I spent missing you, if you can answer me one thing Katherine." He moved closer towards her but Katherine flinched.

"Do you still love me?" A bit of hope sank in his features, but she decided to lie.

"I.I. never loved you, Damon. It was always Stefan."

She sat there watching as the sun settles up along the sky, but the cloud hid its beautiful rays.

"What's wrong?" Klaus stood in the doorframe. Watching his doppelgänger sit along the bed, naked. Only a towel covering her luxurious woman parts.

"I don't want to be here, not with you, not in this bed. Why wouldn't you be so simple and kill me?" Katherine shouted. Klaus stood there with an amused smirk.

"You're escape wasn't simple, sweetheart. Neither will your death. Now get dressed."