Katerina clutched onto her mother reaching out for her baby. "No! Mother Please!" She screamed through her sob as she watched her father walk out the door with her child. "Please, Mama!" She broke down crying.

Outside in the cold the not so proud grandfather exchanged the infant for a pound of gold to her uncle. "There's your bastard."

"You can reassure Katerina that her daughter will be well kept." The carriage door closed. Charles Count of Angoulême and his wife Louise lovingly looked at there adoptive daughter. Charles' very much younger half brother, John, fooled around with the beautiful Lady Katerina Petrova of Bulgaria on their political trip. They were to go to Bulgaria and strike up an alliance and not to suicide lower end nobles.

John died in Bulgaria from a fever and that left the child with only the option of an orphanage or a nunnery. The Petrova's had no desire to keep the child. Everything was kept hush hush. Before John fell ill Katerina held on to the hope that they would be wed and she would move to France. John, himself, was a bastard and one would think that he would not plan on putting another in his place. John was lucky, most bastards were forgotten about and suffered horrible fates, but John was brought into the family.

Charles and Louise felt the same way already taking in all of Charles bastards. Though Louise wasn't happy that her husband would spawn children with another woman, even her lady in waiting, she took them in as her own all the same. Louise had already had a child this year but it would not look out of place for Charles to try for another son. This child was different; she could feel it. The newborn gave off what seemed like a warm light. Her energy was so unique. Louise held the baby in her arms like it was her own. The girl was her own if anyone asked and she would raise her as such.

They had a long wag back to Chateau de Angouleme and it would be a miracle if the child survived the road. Most of her features came from her father but then again her mother didn't exactly look like the rest of the Petrova's, her beauty was older. The babe's skin was pale, like the northerner and her cheeks were already rosy along with her lips. She looked healthy and was cute as could be.

The girl would be well looked after. She would be taught to read and write and to be a proper Lady of Court. When she was old enough she would marry a noble man in a high position and live a wonderful life. Just the energy she radiated as a newborn was a sure sign she would have no problem with her pursuers later on.

"What should we call her?" Louise asked turning to Charles.

"Eleanor." He looked into the babies deep dark blue crystal like eyes. He played with her hand. "Eleanor Charlotte de Angouleme."

Klaus was outraged by Katerina's disappearance. He was angered that his brother let his feelings for the girl cloud his judgment. He was going to torture the halfwit Trevor for aiding Katerina. Seeking revenge he headed towards Bulgaria with his brother alone to seek out personal revenge. When he approached the small home that ruled over the small village and the surrounding area nearby he found a teenage girl no older than fifteen.

"Invite us in." He commanded.

"You may come in." Her tone was blank. Klaus bit deep into her throat practically ripping it out. He tossed the body through the door announcing his presence. Before anyone could mutter a word, screams erupted. Screams echoed through the land after seeing the fresh corpse in the middle of the room. The men ran for swords but were stopped quick and the women screaming ended as there lives did.

Klaus held the family patron by his neck. "Were else does the blood of yours and your kin live?"

"My daughter, Katerina." He could hardly breath. "She is in England and her bastard child by John de Angouleme is in France." Klaus drew the mans sword from its sheath and ran it right through Lord Petrova's stomach causing him to grown in pain before slumping his head low.

"Well," Klaus whipped the blood from his mouth and hands. "It seems that we are moving on to France."

Elijah sighed as he rested another body against the wall. His brother had become a monster. Elijah was stuck to clean up the mess for eternity. None of these people deserved to die. They were innocent of Katerina's acts. They deserved at least not to be sprawled around the room like freshly killed animals. "As you wish brother." It was on to France.

Katerina had stolen the fastest horse she could find to ride home. She had stopped along the way not killing but drinking from the people who took her in. She saw her home and jumped off her horse. She was excited to see her mother and siblings again, even her father. She could finally track down her daughter and raise her like she should have, there, in Bulgaria, never leaving for England. She should have married John and moved to France to live the life of a noblewoman and not as a vampire.

John had died before the babies birth. John's death left a whole in Katrina's heart. She thought that she loved him. She didn't know love yet. She was worried about her future but more for her child's. So when the day came her father just gave her child away to God knows who and sent Katerina away, to England, to become a vampire.

As she ran to her home she could tell something was off. The home would have been buzzing with her family and their few servants working. Then she smelled blood. Katerina charged in. If anyone was living in the house then she would have had to ask. But she didn't have to. She saw her siblings blood smeared along the walls. Her mother was on the very bed Katerina had given birth on.

"Mother." She cried out. Seeing her beloved mother who only cared and love her deed and bleeding out broke Katerina. Seeing her father, the only one who knew where her child was dead, broke her completely.

"No." She cried over her father. He was a good man but not a loving man. She pried through the home looking for any clue of to where her daughter would be. Only to find the Petrova family book missing pages. Klaus must have come for her family and taken out the pages from the book. He left her alone as she left him. Running away from the sacrifice and taking the stone left Klaus without the two most needed elements in the sacrifice. Without the sacrifice he was completely alone. He was the only creature left to bare the curse of straddling both vampire and wolf. He was left to bare it alone. Katerina was left alone with no family and a dead name.

A space in Katerina's heart was now empty. All her love, compassion, caring, everything that made her human was gone for good. She didn't have to turn it off, just tune out the pain, and awaken the monster hidden within. She buried the human Katerina and her light and became the monster she was meant to be, Katherine Pierce was born.

Katherine burned down the house. She took the book. The rest burned down to the ground. Katherine was off to a new land. She would live the noble life she should have had, to an extent. She would take pleasure in creating mind games and thriving on the blood left behind while on the run from Klaus.