Crazy how one's life can change in only moments. Life's a bitch and has sick humor. She just loves curve balls and blindsiding you. Especially when you think you cant take any more pain or surprises she tosses a few more logs on the fire.

Today didn't start normal. Today I awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of a heated struggle and my animals barking or nudging their tiny noses against my face.

"Wha-" I groan out as I got up and shushed my animals, petting each of their heads gently before grabbing Henry- my trusted baseball bat. I crept from my bedroom towards the noise that sounded more like a girl swearing the closer I got. Maybe praying with curse words?

With the lights off, peaking my curiosity more, I peaked into the living room. Freezing from shock as an icy blast hits me, making me regret not having put on a robe or a covering of some kind. Then again even with layers I'm sure this supernatural icy wave would have hit me just as frightening and chilling as it is now in my pajamas. My annoyance won out over the fright crawling up my arms.

"Get out."

The feminine figure turns their attention from the ceiling to me. Barely glancing their way, I flip on the lights and toss down Henry on the old blue couch. Blinded by the bright light, I feel my way to the kitchen for a much needed glass of milk. Accomplishing the small mission with only stubbing my toes twice and nearly dropping the glass once, I enjoy my victory by downing the cold liquid in seconds before filling it half way again. My victory turned sour when the bluish figure followed me into my lovely kitchen.

"Can't. Unless you use some witchy powers and send me back, I'm stuck."

Blinking, I tried to clear my tired mind to figure out where I heard that voice before. Looking up from my glass as I drink, I take in her appearance. Minus the usual tale sign of the blue glow, she looked tall account of the high heels I could only dream of being able to walk in. Likes black or dark colors. Her dark brown curls frame her oval face and fine bone structure but mostly its her almond-shaped, dark brown eyes show how intensively beautiful and very seductive she is.

Sighing in annoyance as I finish my glass of milk I can't help but to think: girls don't get me going but even I can tell she's gorgeous.

"I'm not a witch," Leaving the cup in the sink I walk passed her and head straight for my room. Only to be stopped back in the living room.

She crossed her arms, "Look, I ended up here. As far as I can tell you're the only one that can help me."

Rolling my eyes, thinking, she's the most live spirit I've dealt with in a long time. I happen to spot a shrinking vortex of gray and blue on my ceiling. Well that's new.

"Uh huh. Have you tried throwing your pretty little ass up there-back wherever you came from?" I motioned to the almost gone vortex on my ceiling, unable to keep the irritation from creeping into my voice.

She let out a frustrated scream as she fell onto the couch, pouting and muttering, "I knew I should have killed her when I had the chance..."

"Look its too early to be up and I'm tired of...this..." I motioned around the room and yawned before walking slowly towards my goal: my comfy warm bed.

"So this is Hell?" she scoffed, crossing her arms and legs, "Katherine Pierce forced to exist for all eternity in this dump with a half naked girl for company. Well that takes me back..."

Stopping, I turned quickly and gazed at the girl on my couch playing with her hair out of boredom and in deep thought.

"Wait. Katerina Petrova?"

No.

I'm dreaming still.

I'm getting punked for sure.

Her famous smirk came on and I nearly felt my legs give out.

"Well of course. So you have heard of me?"

Might as well test this theory before looking for cameras.

"Last time I saw you, you were trying to cross over and got sucked away while Bonnie Bennett couldn't help you or wouldn't, not sure which," I tilted my head and began analyzing her every move. She noticed this and narrowed her eyes.

"So you're the one who is keeping me from moving on? What are you?" Katherine stood up, keeping her fiery glare on me while she stood in front of me.

Not breaking from her glare, I gave my own, "Honey, you're not even in the same reality and that's not my fault."

Her eyes widened and she held her breath. Her eyebrows shot up as she tried to process the explanation of her being in an alternate reality. She fell back onto the couch, like she was physically hit by a brick wall. Then she tilted her head and smiled.

I raised an eyebrow, cranky from lack of sleep and curiosity seeping into my voice, "You're taking this quite well..."

"Perfect Elena doesn't exist here," a girlish giggle escaped her before she covered her smiling lips with a hand. A happy sigh escaped her lips as she got comfy on my couch, shooing Milo the now angry cat away, "And sure everyone else too...well except for their actors are here. But hey I'm a survivor, I know how to adapt."

I shook my head and made my way to bed, but her next words made me pause and a small smile form on my lips.

"Oh! I bet I can watch her fall apart..." Katherine's voice full of glee. She was finally free.

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