The large Clydesdale tugged the carriage away from my previous home. Massachusetts was such a bore after the Tea Party, and I was no longer interested in the patriotism. If I could leave and not have to listen to it I would.

Emily Bennett, a dear friend of mine, sighed as she stared out the window. "I can sense your agitation to the circumstance, Miss Katherine."

"I am bored, Emily," I said bluntly. "I wish to hear no more of this war."

"I am afraid you will be disappointed, the eldest brother of this family is in the confederacy, you shall hear much."

I scoffed. "Is there nowhere to run?"

"This is what happens when you have lived since the late fourteen hundreds," She said, glancing at me.

"Do not speak to me with such a tone, Emily," I demanded. "It is rude."

"My apologies, Miss Katherine," She said, looking down at her intertwined fingers. "What did you say the sire name was, again, Miss Katherine?"

"Salvatore," I tell her. "As in savior. Perhaps one of them will be mine." I grinned at the thought of a savior from my hideous life. Forced to turn to save myself, running forever from the man called Klaus. I should've known he was a liar, I shall never trust someone who cannot tell me their last name.

I looked to the right, out the window, looking at the beautiful plants passing by slowly. The buggie bounced frequently, causing me to wish to hurl back the blood I had taken from that young man. He called me a doll, if only he had known...

We stopped in a small city in Maryland to trade the horse and stretch our legs. I stepped out first with the assistance of the driver, Henry. He was also a vampire, and not a very bright one at that. He always thought he knew of what he was speaking, whereas I beg to differ.

Emily stepped out after me, tailing at my skirts. I rolled my eyes at her; she was worried of what I was going to do. I straightened my hat and turned. "Why do you fret, Emily?"

"Do you not understand, Miss Katherine? You are not to be trusted. Miss Pearl asked me to keep an eye on you."

"Pearl is my friend," I said strictly. "I am to be trusted, and you are to listen to me. Do not anger me, Emily. You own me your life, don't forget that."

She nodded quickly, a look of shame and fear crossing in her eyes for the briefest of moments. "Again, I offer my apologies, Miss Katherine."

I turned without a word and smiled at the horse tenant. He grinned back at me, and I took a step toward him, to which Emily grabbed my elbow.

"Not now, Miss Katherine," She snarled. "Not here."

I scoffed and pulled my arm away. "Did Pearl tell you this, as well?"

She nodded.

I sighed and gave the boy a sad smile, heading back to the carriage. I climbed in first this time, allowing Emily to be nearest the door. I yawned slightly and waited for Henry to drive away, take me away from Maryland and onto Mystic Falls, Virginia.

We arrived the following morning, and I was slightly groggy from being awoken at such an hour. It could be no later than six in the morn, and I had fallen prey to my dreams a mere four hours ago. Henry dismounted the front and walked to the door of the buggie. Emily stepped out first as a young man, about seventeen, stepped out of the tall boarding house. He was handsome, to say the least. Brownish hair and shy green eyes, added to his look of curiosity to whom would step out of the vehical. Emily held out her hand, to which I took with my gloved one as I stepped out the door and onto the dirt pathway. He smiled at me and extended his hand.

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Pierce," He said. "My name is Stefan Salvatore."

I slid my hand into his. "Oh, please, call me Katherine."