A/N: I always feel so bad for Katherine. People seem to really HATE her but have no idea what she's going through. This romance is Katherine, Damon and Stefan. You have to read! The summary says it's just Damon and Katherine, but I can't fit three characters! So it's actually Stefan too!
Chapter 1: Dreams & Nightmares
"Your friends, your family. You sold them all out," Stefan said, the hatred of his voice echoing in my dreams.
"Without blinking," I replied. "I was looking out for myself. I will always lookout for myself." at that moment, I realized what a terrible liar I was. There were people I loved, but to protect them, the enemy had to think I didn't care about their lives. Stefan's eyes, his magical leaf green eyes, told me that so.
"No matter how hard you try to hide your humanity, it always finds a way in," this was a different voice. Not mysterious and broading. But beautiful and dangerous. Damon stood in front of me now. I had no idea where I was, but my accent was thick, and my torso could not breathe at all from the ancient silky midnight black corset dress I was wearing. 1864...but the Salvatore brothers were both vampires now.
"Sometimes I let it," my Bulgarian accent whispered shakily. One cool, wet tear slid down my cheek shockingly. No...Katerina Petrova did not cry. For I only cared for myself, as everyone saw me as the hateful monster who loved enforcing pain.
Icy blue eyes changed to familiar dark brown.
"Mother..." I said softly. She smiled sadly and wiped a tear with her thumb. She looked the same, the last time I saw her. Long graying hair and a warm smile.
"My Katerina, move on from the past, and start a new life in the future. Your family has not disgraced you." her voice had an even stronger accent than mine. Her voice reminded me of Bulgaria, my home. Where everything was alright. Her form faded away gracefully as-as I appeared in front of me. No, not me. Elena. The only difference was her straight hair; mine was curly.
"You still have family, Katherine," Elena assured. She smiled. Her smile was beautiful. I was beautiful.
"Last time I checked, Klaus killed them all." Elena shook her chocolate head.
"Klaus didn't kill me," she said curtly.
"You think me and you are family?" I demanded.
"I know we are. We both know you don't believe you have no one left." Then she faded away. Part of me knew she was right.
Then I woke up from the horrible dream, breathing hard, and still crying. It was horrible because no one cared about me like that. Not anymore. I looked around and remembered I was staying at the Marquette hotel in a queen sized bed. Still dark out too. No human could hear the crickets cheerfully chirping their music. I wiped my eyes-still probably caked with makeup, and cried myself to an empty, sleepless dream. Sometimes, it was better to ignore your dreams. Especially the ones about love; Love was only a distraction.
THAT MORNING…
I sat up groggily and wiped my eyes to a blinding light. Crap, it was morning already, and even though I had probably slept for what felt like days, my body told me to stay in my warm, comfy bed. It was pretty comfortable though; nice plush violet pillows and metallic indigo bed sheets. All it took was some compulsion to get the lady at the front desk of the hotel to get me the most expensive room they had for free. I was not gonna sleep in some cheap, used room. The people here had just finished redesigning this room so the smell of lavender paint was still a little fresh. Could be darker, but I guess I couldn't complain about everything.
I dragged myself out of bed not so gently landing on the carpet with a loud thud.
"Housekeeping!" came the shrill voice from behind my hotel door.
"Go away!" Instead the lady freaking knocked on my door. "Do you not understand English? I said leave!" It may have been rude but she took the hint and left. I got up and went the bathroom, splashing some cold water on my face. My skin was a little pale and my hair was a mess. Hmm…if I take quick 20 minute shower, curl my hair and get dressed I might be able to make it the Salvatore mansion before the brothers do. To be honest, I kind of missed them. Even the little brat, Elena Gilbert who had absolutely no taste in fashion or hair. I mean who just has their hair flat and drab? The girl seriously needed to add some curl or waves to her hair.
AFTERWARDS…
After my shower I smelled like peaches and vanilla. Yum. My favorite scent. I towel dried my hair, quickly curled it to perfection and got dressed. I had so many clothes it was hard to decide but I knew my sky high black stack heels were gorgeous and went with any outfit. I made sure to wear my best leg hugging designer jeans. Didn't have much time for makeup. Ha! As if I even needed it. But still, I swiped on some mascara, a bit of kohl and my favorite bloody red lip gloss.
Good enough to eat. I thought, puckering up my lips. Time to surprise the lovely Salvatore boys. This would get messy real fast.
A/N: I know all my first chapters are short. But I wanted to make up for the super long delay on "Love Game", a story about a possible romance between Anna and Damon. I have the third chapter almost finished so don't worry. I'll try to get the second chapter of this out too as soon as I can. I haven't really been working on "The Witch and The Vampire" but Bamon is a much better pairing on TV then the book, so a story about that will coming out soon too WITH Klaus and Caroline romance as well o.O Elena isn't my fave character on TVD, she's pretty selfish and hypocritical so she'll definitely get what she deserves in that upcoming story! The pairing of Delena really bores me so none of that!
