Author's Note:

No older Nadia.

No aging, the only side effect of the cure is that Katherine can't drink vampire blood.

Chapter One: Katherine and Stefan

Mystic Falls, 1864

Katherine Pierce giggled as Stefan Salvatore kissed her neck, slowly moving up to her lips, his hands on her waist. She closed her eyes feeling the warmth of his kisses against her cold skin. This was one of the many reasons why Katherine always preferred Stefan over Damon.

He was a gentle lover which made him all the more passionate and irresistible. Damon was too eager and Katherine always liked to be the one in control of any situation, especially their sex life.

They were trying hard to keep quiet in order not to wake up the entire Salvatore household. Katherine guessed it was near dawn and she smirked knowing that she and Stefan had been together all night.

"I will love you forever." Stefan murmured as he rubbed an index finger across her cheek.

Katherine smiled and she whispered. "Forever is a very long time."

Stefan looked back at her, his eyes full of adoration. "Not long enough."

Stefan Salvatore looked across his shoulder, the sun was barely peeking through the curtains of his room. It was late, he guessed. Well, maybe not that late, but at least ten in the morning. He didn't usually get up so late. At least he didn't used too.

But that was before, when he used to have panic attacks about Silas every five seconds and now he was PTSD free.

But instead of enjoying his first night in relaxation, he felt worried. Though for Stefan that didn't seem to be new news. He was always worried it seemed.

Stefan looked across his shoulder, but saw no change, the former vampire doppelganger turned human lying on his bed was still completely asleep, cuddled under a heap of blankets. Her dark curls were all over the place and they adorned her heart shaped face.

She looked peaceful and innocent.

Innocent, that was hardly the word someone came up with when describing the elusive Katherine Pierce, but it seemed like a good word to use now. Ever since she had turned human after being force feed the cure by Elena Gilbert, she had changed in so many ways.

She was still sassy and bold and strong, but Stefan also got to see another side of her. Stefan could almost see that scared, vulnerable little girl that had turned into a vampire in 1492 to survive and had been running ever since.

Stefan had begun to understand Katherine better than anyone, surely better than Elena or Damon, who Katherine had caused the most damage too. He could almost sympathize with her, then why did Stefan feel so guilty for sleeping with her?

He tried to convince himself that he was grateful that she had helped him with his PTSD, that he had been caught up in the moment, that he liked pretty, delicate human things. But each excuse sounded lamer than the next.

Stefan looked over his shoulder again to stare at Katherine and then returned towards his diary entry, his pen floating just inches below the pages. Perhaps I never stopped loving her.

-End of Chapter One-

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