Clones or Not

A girl in the middle of the night was walking on the sidewalk in the streets of the small town called Mystic Falls that was currently in Virginia. As the girl passed a streetlight, the beam of light hit her that showed her face more clearly. The girl had hair that looked deep dark black curls which fell down her back, brown eyes that showed no emotion, and pale skin that was slightly tan you could barely notice. She was also wearing a emerald green T, leather jacket, dark blue jeans, and black tennis shoes.

The girl sighed and looked around her surroundings, thinking, Home sweet home.

The girl silently walked into the Salvatore Boardinghouse noticing that nobody was home with her super hearing. She smiled wistfully at the sight of the parlor she had long forgotten. Her lover was now lost to her after the accident and at that thought she winced slightly. She walked further in the room before sitting on the couch that faces the entrance to the parlor, leaning back with her arms resting out beside her on the couch but her forearms dangling beside her.

Her ears perked up at the sound of gravel being crushed by the sound of a cars tires after a moment of silence in the parlor. She waited as the car was parked, she waited as the sound of car doors opening and closing shut, and she waited as the voices belonging to the people outside.

"Stefan, what's wrong," the girl heard another girl's familiar voice which made her smirk and turn to her arrogant facade.

"Someone's in the boardinghouse," a deep, kind but wary manly voice was as well heard as the girl inhaled the air as the door opened with the sound of footsteps following and the door was shut.

She watched as Damon and Stefan Salvatore and Elena Gilbert walked into the room and crossed her legs elegantly that showed an 1800s action.

"Hello, boys," she said coyly, smirking as Elena gasped and Damon's and Stefan's eyes widened as Stefan stood protectively in front of Elena.

"Katherine," Damon breathed out.