Hey vampire diaries fans! This is only the prologue that's why it's so short. This story is based if Katherine and Elena were twin sisters.

Pre warning katherine won't be the same as the kick ass katherine we all know and love so if you don't like a kind of nicer Katherine this story may not be for you. i'm not saying they won't have some of the same qualities because i don't know just yet but if you don't like that type of story then i wouldn't read this.

A lot of this story will be from Katheirne;s point of view but i will switch it up... the next chapter will be starting from the pilot not really sure if i will have exact scene's from it there will be some differences because i am adding human Katherine.

Katherine, Elena, and Jeremy- human.

Damon and stefan aren't they are still vampires but i do need a little help. They had to orginate from a Katherine like vamprie so any names? Need help with that... if anyone has any ideas...

I own nothing but the story line! SO read and enjoy.

Dear Diary,

Every day I wake up and I live, I breathe, my heart beats, blood rushes through my veins but yet I still feel as though I'm dead. I feel empty and hollow inside as though I'm just existing in the world but not truly living. Everything I do anymore just seems so pointless. Getting out of bed every morning, being around people, talking, and walking outside soaking up the sunlight and breathing in the fresh air the world has to offer. All of it seems so pointless.

What is the point of me living every day when all I really do is pretend? Every day I pretend that I don't feel as though I could crumble to the floor every time I so much as pass a picture of my parents hanging on the wall. I pretend I don't want to hide away in the dark every time I hear someone say 'Grayson is in a better place' or "you look more and more like Miranda everyday".

But still yet I go on. I've taught myself to smile through the pain of my life. I've taught myself to laugh as though I'm not just another orphan who somehow lived when her parents still lost their lives. I don't understand how that could happen. There were four people in the car that went off wickery bridge two lived and two died. How does that happen? How did Elena and I live when our parents died?

I don't understand a lot of things. I don't understand why I am writing in this diary right now. It's not like putting pen to paper will bring my parents back or make me feel better or erase the pain I carry every day. I'm not sure I will ever write in this diary again. I have nothing to write about except the pain. How much I miss my parents. How every day I feel as though there is this hole in my chest. That's all I have to write about and if I can I would prefer to forget.

Katherine Gilbert wasn't one to pour out all her feelings on a tiny piece of paper she left that for her twin sister Elena who had eleven volumes' worth of diaries. But Katherine was done. She was tired of walking around with the guilt. She was fed-up with blaming herself every day for the past events. She was worn out from the grief she can't get rid of. She was through being miserable every moment of every day.

As she sat on her bed Katherine couldn't tear her eyes away from the diary that was resting in her hands it was the same one her mother had bought her as a present when she was only ten as a birthday present. Quickly after that the diary found its way on to her bookshelf where it sat and gathered dust for seven years.

Many things had changed in her room since that day. She was no longer surrounded by anything and everything Polly Pocket her room had found its way to an aquamarine color finished off with posters from twilight to coldplay. Katherine had upgraded from a bunk bed she shared with her sister to a queen sized bed. In fact Elena moved out of the bedroom the two had shared since they were brought home from the hospital and into the guest room right before the two turned thirteen.

But out of all the things that had come and gone, of everything that had changed over the years in her bedroom the diary never did. It was never moved. It was never touched. Now that broke Katherine's heart and that is what motivated her to write in it. Thinking back to the day she received it, it brought tears to her eyes.

Like any normal ten year old Katherine was eager to see what was behind the pink wrapping paper she tore through it as though her life depended on it. It was the gift her mother probably spent days deciding on or debating against something else, the gift she was most excited to see her daughters reaction to the most. Katherine simply looked at it for a second before tossing it to the side and moved on to the next present.

She didn't take the time to observe its beauty; she didn't graze her fingers over the red leather material or notice how perfectly stitched her name was on the front of the diary. She didn't take the time to appreciate it she let that moment pass her by because to her it was just another gift she wouldn't use. It was simply a gift she wasn't interested in now it broke her heart because it was a gift from her mother.

Katherine carried the diary that she held tightly in her hands across the room to the most important piece of furniture that she owned the bookshelf that sat in the corner. It held every book she had ever read, it documented her growth since she was five, and more importantly it was built by her father. She ran her hand over the glossy cherry wood exterior slightly smiling as she remembered the day he put it in her room and slightly crying thinking of the same memory.

"Hey" Katherine heard and turned to see Elena standing in the bathroom door way "do you know where my red shirt is I was going to wear it tomorrow".

"Check in my hamper I borrowed it the other day" Katherine said as she slid her diary between 'The Great Gatsby' and 'Little Women'.

"It's technically not borrowing if you don't ask it's stealing" Elena said with a half-smile teasing her sister.

If you just met the Gilbert twin's it would be rather hard to tell the two apart but in reality they were very different from one another. The easiest way that most of their friends could tell the two apart was Elena's hair was naturally straight and Katherine's was naturally curly but it went so much deeper than that. Yes, they were both on the cheerleading team, they had been on the honor roll since junior high, and had many other similar qualities but they had just as many differences.

Katherine very freely spoke her mind, she didn't care who she was talking to or what she was talking about if she had a thought about the subject and you were around there was a ten in ten chance you were going to hear her opinion on it. Elena was more considerate than that. She was more caring, not that Katherine didn't care she just only cared when it came to her family. The two sisters were very different in personality Katherine was more of the "wild party girl' and Elena was more of the "girl-next-door" at least that was how they were four months ago.

Their personality wasn't the only thing that set them apart. The way they dressed, the way they walked, and talked all showed everyone who was close to them who was who. But all in all they shared one thing in common their love for one another. They had been more than sisters growing up, they were best friends who found themselves getting in to trouble… together, laughing together, and if you seen one Gilbert you seen the other.

I hope you enjoyed this. Please review and tell me what you think.

I am keeping a Katherine in the story someone had to turn Damon and Stefan but I don't know any names got any ideas? I take all ood and bad reviews tell me what you would like to see... thanks for reading. :)