Authors' Note: This is just a short, angsty oneshot about Katherine's feelings after she brought the cure to Damon. Contains spoilers for episode 2.22. I hope you enjoy this story, and please don't forget to review!
~Cerulean
Seriously, What Was I Thinking?
"I'll need to see a passport before I can let you on the plane, miss," said the annoyingly perky woman at the airport. I sighed in exasperation.
"No you don't," I said, compelling her.
"Okay! Here's your ticket, and the plane leaves in a few hours," said the woman.
"Thank you," I said, using my best fake smile, and walked off, looking casual but in reality keeping a sharp eye out for any sign of Klaus. For weeks, I'd been preparing for circumstance: the curse broken, and Klaus setting out to track me down. So I'd cleverly purchased airline tickets, just in case I'd have to make a quick escape. My plan was in place for a while. I didn't count on Damon being bitten by a werewolf, (That was actually kind of random) but if Klaus hadn't told me to bring Damon a cure, I'd still be in Alaric's apartment, with Klaus the Psychopath. But what was I thinking, bringing Damon the cure?
I'd never been one to watch out for others. And I wasn't one of those people who get sentimental about old friends. Over the years, I'd learned that those people ended up lying dead on somewhere with their corpses rotting away. I was—am- one of the people who walk over them. But then, why did I risk my life for someone who didn't matter that much to me?
Okay, Kat, you've officially lost it, I told myself stubbornly. You only watch out for yourself, and it's going to stay that way. Caring is for clueless morons. Out of habit, I glanced at myself in a nearby woman's mirror. Seeing my reflection reminded me of Elena. Elena, the little bitch who took what was mine and was just as manipulative as I was, only she didn't admit it. Did I do it for her? If I was as selfish as I thought I was, I was doing it for her. I'd never admit it, but I see a bit of myself in her. My old self, who still had that fighting spirit, but was also the one that thought life wasn't worth anything without love….
What was I thinking? Elena is nothing like me. If I ever did anything for her, it was just my obligation to keep my family line from dying. Nothing personal and no affection. But this was Damon. I'd never loved him in 1864 as much as I loved Stefan, but I did go to the trouble of making sure he had a daylight ring… No. No. No. I couldn't love. I was Katerina Petrova, the badass vampire who was clever and manipulative enough to escape Klaus for centuries. I couldn't afford to love. I would give any of their lives in exchange for mine.
At last, the plane arrived, jerking me out of my thoughts. I boarded the plane and noticed, with pleasure, that I was seated next to a really hot guy. Okay, that was enough of a deep inner struggle to find myself for a century. It was probably just the fact that Mystic Falls always seemed to make me act irrationally. But really, what was I thinking?
Authors' Note: What did you think? Was Katherine in character? Please leave some kind of feedback: praise, constructive criticism, even flames. (Anonymous reviews are welcome) Thanks for reading!
~ Cerulean