a/n: Not sure if I like the title so any suggestions as I write more would be great :) I NEVER have finished any stories before so having two complete ones and working on a third is quite the accomplishment for me. I would like to thank all of my readers and reviewers for making me complete them ever so quickly :) Enjoy!

ONE

We stood outside of a run down pub in the middle of nowhere on the outskirts of Dublin. I pulled my jacked tighter around my shoulders and just looked at Damon as though he were crazy. "Vampire bar? What the hell does that mean?" I asked. The images of humans parading around the bar for vampires to bite at their leisure made me shudder.

He grinned and shook his head at my reaction. "The humans are very unaware that we're real vampires. It's a fetish thing. You need to feed and the people in here will give it willingly and keep their mouths shut."

I crossed my arms and tapped my foot. "I am not going in there."

"It's not like you can catch anything from them. Diseases don't affect us."

My brow shot up even higher. "I'm not exactly a normal vampire and I really don't feel like experimenting."

He put his hands on my biceps and looked down at me. He sighed, knowing I was right. "Alright, alright. There's a friend inside who I'd like you to meet. I'll introduce you to him and then we'll go. Sound good?"

"Don't have much of choice do I?"

"Not really," he said and grinned before kissing me lightly. "Come on," he said as he laced his fingers with mine and led me inside. I couldn't picture the people that Damon hanging out with as nice vampires and I had to remind myself that I wasn't human and I was stronger than the average vampire.

The inside of the bar was nowhere near as bad as I had pictured and it did not match the front at all. It was an upscale bar on the inside with black and red decor with dim lighting to set the mood. It was pretty packed with people; all of which were wearing different versions of the same outfit consisting of black leather. And the motto seemed to be less is more. I moved closer to Damon as I followed him through the crowd and silently wished I had stayed at the hotel. There were people wearing white costume make-up with fake blood coming from the corners of their lips and fake fangs in their mouths. If only they knew, I thought to myself and then jumped when I bumped into someone and spilled their drink. "I'm sorry!" I said and tried to stop, but Damon kept pulling me along.

We stopped at the bar and waved to the male bartender who headed out way. "Sebastian, this is Elena. Elena, this is my friend Sebastian."

He nodded to me, his black hair falling into his eyes momentarily and then looked at Damon. "What are you doing here? You know Carina banned you from coming back here after you and your brother caused that little fight last time."

He smiled apologetically and put an arm around my shoulders. "She's not here is she?"

"No, but-"

"Then don't tell her I was here. We were in the neighborhood and I wanted you to meet Elena."

Sebastian looked my way again and had that look in his eyes as if he were trying to remember why I looked so familiar. I didn't need to be able to read minds to know the answer to that. I cleared my throat. "Bathroom?"

"Head straight back and it's to the left," Damon answered and I detached myself from him and started walking through the crowd.

There were people left and right swaying to the beat of the music and from what I was seeing, it was clear that some were doing a little more than that. There was a little hallway that led to the bathrooms and I could smell blood even before I got there. When I rounded the corner there was a couple shoved up against one of the walls and the man had his lips against her throat. I got another wave of blood scented air and my fangs began to lengthen as I realized how hungry I was. I darted into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. Sure enough, the blue and red veins were around my eyes which were darkened in bloodlust. I gripped the edge of the sink hard enough that I thought I heard it break. It had been a year since we left Mystic Falls and I was still adjusting to dealing with the hunger pangs and control issues. If I had drank from the blood bags in the hotel, I would have been fine. I sighed heavily and felt my fangs retract and watch my face turn back to normal. I used the facility and washed my hands before braving to open the door again. The couple was gone and I let out a breath of relief before going through the crowd to find Damon.

I stopped as I felt someone watching me and when I turned around, there was a man that was very familiar in my line of view. He had his arms in front of him, crossed at the wrist and his head was tilted to the side. "Katherine," he said and I straightened up. I went for him but was cut off by the crowd. When I got another clear view, he was gone.

I took a few deep breaths and used my speed to get to Damon who was still chatting to Sebastian. "Find it okay?" Sebastian asked.

I nodded. "Damon, can we go now?"

He looked at me and saw the worry in my eyes. "It was nice to see you again," he said to Sebastian as he finished his drink and put the empty glass on the bar.

"You too. Nice to meet you Elena," he returned as we headed away from the bar. The way he said my name told me he still wasn't convinced I wasn't Katherine.

"What happened?" he asked the minute we were outside.

"On my way back to you there was a man. He was watching me and when I turned around, he called me Katherine."

He had his eyes narrowed at me, waiting for me to say more. "And?"

I shook my head, my eyes closed trying to picture his face. "He looked so familiar," I breathed, mostly to myself. "It doesn't matter, I was probably seeing things. Let's go," I said and went back to the car. "How do you know Sebastian?" I asked, most of my curiosity directed towards why he and Stefan had been fighting and why they were thrown out.

"Carina was one of the first girls I turned," he said tightly. "In the twenties I found out she was here and came to check out the bar. I didn't know Stefan was in the area and it was the first time I had seen him since Mystic Falls."

"Ah, testosterone at its best," I said quietly and he smirked.

"We fought-"

"Naturally," I interrupted as I looked out the window.

"And someone died in the process. Little did I know it was Carina's boyfriend, one that she was planning on ending things with. Since he turned into a vampire, that made it a little difficult for her. That's why she banned me."

"I thought you didn't have to stay with someone just because you turned them. Obviously," I said with a sly smile.

"Right, but I'm assuming she had her reasons for keeping him around."

"I thought you said he was a friend of yours."

"I'd met him as a human before I found out about Carina. That's how I found the bar. It was a little less eccentric back then."

I nodded, but said nothing else as we drove back to the hotel and the minute we stepped inside, I drained two bags and felt a little better. He sat on the bed as he watched me get undressed for the night. "When should we go back?"

"Go back where?"

"Mystic Falls," I said as I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor. "Jeremy's graduating in two weeks and I promised him I would be there. Everyone will be back and it would be nice to see some familiar faces."

Before I could pull on my nightshirt, he pulled me over top of him and smoothed back my hair. "It's only going to get harder if we go back again."

"Just for graduation. Then we can leave. He's my brother," I said and planted a featherlight kiss on his nose. "You wouldn't want to make me a liar would you?" I asked as I started to grin slowly.

"You keep this up and I'm not so sure either of us is going anywhere," he returned and in a matter of seconds I was beneath him and his mouth came crashing down on top of mine.

I paced back and forth, waiting for something. The wind was whipping at my hair and the skirt of the dress I was wearing kept blowing upwards. I gave a groan of frustration and turned around one last time only to see a very tall blonde man watching me from edges of the clearing. "You know how I feel about people being late," I said even though it wasn't my voice that came out.

I looked down and sure enough, I was reliving Katherine's past. I moved towards the man, my movements feeling less forced than last time. "Roarke tells me you have had your child."

"Yes."

"Does he know you've made contact with me?"

I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. "Roarke is the child's father, nothing more. He was useful while it lasted, but I don't need him anymore."

The man's eyes glimmered with something I couldn't read. "To become a vampire means eternity."

I stared at him and then smiled. "I know that."

"Tell me why you would choose such a thing."

"I want to see the world. I want to live forever."

"Those are typical answers Katherine. That's not enough."

I tipped my head to the side and smiled even wider. "Roarke said you were cruel and bloodthirsty. I'm offering you a companion who is just as bloodthirsty. I want to see people die by my hands and I want the world to worship me." I took a step towards him. "We could rule the world together."

The corners of his mouth twitched. "Forever is a long time."

"Yes I know that!" Katherine spat. "I am tired of having people tell me what I want. I am choosing this life because I want it. If you won't help me then I will find someone else who is not afraid."

He grabbed my throat and Katherine only smiled despite the sharp pain that I could feel from his nails in my skin. His eyes had gone dark and the red and blue veins had streaked his skin. "I am not afraid to turn you," he snarled, his fangs sliding out from their sheath. "I am an Original. Do you know what that means?" he asked as he let go of my throat.

"That you have been around for all time and all that boring stuff. Klaus, I want this. I want an eternity."

He bowed his head and before I could take a breath, he had his fangs in my throat and in a matter of minutes, the blood swap had taken place. He put his hands on my cheek and snapped my neck. Everything went black, but only for a few moments. I sat up alone in the clearing and looked around. Unlike when I had been turned, Katherine knew exactly what was going on and got to her feet. "Katherine?" came a voice from the side and she turned to see a man in the shadows. "How could you?"

"I told you I wanted this," I snapped and advanced on him.

"We have a child. A daughter. Katherine-"

He stopped as I pounced and clamped my mouth around his throat and the second his blood touched my tongue, I felt a satisfaction I had never experienced before. I felt the essence of his life fading and Katherine pulled away to look down at his hazel eyes that were showing how hurt and betrayed he felt. She gave him her blood now that she was a complete vampire and walked away. "You can raise our child. You're the one that wanted it," she called over her shoulder.

I sat up in bed trying to catch my breath. Roarke's hazel eyes was all I could see as I shook Damon awake. "What?" he asked as he moved his arm that was draped across my stomach.

"The man at the bar. His name is Roarke."

He rubbed his face against my shoulder before he looked at me. "Why should I care?"

"Roarke was the warlock who got Katherine pregnant," I said flatly and he bolted into a sitting position. "Exactly."