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"You have to kill somebody. Human blood. You take another person's life away from them then the curse is yours forever."

Tyler Posey as Nathan Lockwood.

Moving the covers so she could reveal her naked body, Katherine fluttered her lashes, her hand trailing lower as they headed down his faint treasure trail. He woke up when he realized where Katherine's hand was heading to. Tilting her head to the side, she pouted. "Play with me? I'm bored."

Despite the fact he wanted to make Katherine scream, again, he knew they had to stop. He liked her, hell, he may have even loved her. He couldn't be quite sure. But one thing he did know, was that whenever he was around the vixen, he'd get the same feeling he had once received around Chasity. The annoying butterflies that fluttered around in his stomach and tightened up his throat. Shaking his head, he stared at the beauty before him. "No. Tell me about you."

Clearly he caught her off guard as she pulled her hand away, surprised. "What?"

Nathan pulled the covers to conceal her body as he leaned on his elbows, making sure he too was covered. "Tell me about Katherine Pierce." He encouraged.

She hesitated. "She's a survivor."

Shaking his head, Nathan cut her off. "Nope. That doesn't count. Tell me something about you, something that nobody else knows."

Crossing her arms over her chest defensively, she frowned. "This is stupid."

"But it's not, Kat. Tell me."

She narrowed her eyes at the nickname. "Call me that again and I'll rip your throat out." He snorted at this and shook his head. "I've heard that before." He responded.

For a moment, she was quiet. It was almost as if she was having a mental war with herself. Twisting a curl around her finger, she frowned. Katherine Pierce did not get nervous. "I'm Bulgarian." She admitted.

His eyes lit up as he leant forward, generally interested. "Really?" He asked, a smile on his face. "I was raised there." She piped up, her voice softening at the memory.

Once again, he smiled, interested by the real Katherine. Not the stone cold killer Katherine. Enjoying the smile, she nodded. "And… My real name, it's Katerina. Katerina Petrova." She hesitantly admitted.

His eyes widened in surprise as he pushed a curl out of her eyes. "Katerina." He tested the words on his tongue.

"I like it. It's much nicer than Katherine."

She shifted uncomfortably. "Tell me something about you then." She challenged.

"I played lacrosse in high school."

Rolling her eyes, she scoffed. "Really? I tell you that I'm Bulgarian and my real name, yet you tell me you played lacrosse."

He laughed at this, throwing his head back as a rare, faint smile curved on her lips. His laugh was a beautiful sound. "Fine. I was a nerd in high school." He finally admitted.

Shaking her head, she rolled her eyes. "Ha-ha, very funny. Tell me something true."

"That is true." He insisted.

Once again, she shook her head. "No way."

"Yes way." He paused. "I had acne, braces, was the least athletic person to walk on this earth and I had no friends. I was painfully shy and an easy target for the bullies." Katherine, or Katerina's, brows raised in surprise. "I was known for my cooler older brother, Mason. Or my other, much older brother."

Cupping his jaw, she winked. "Puberty was good to you then."

He laughed. "Geez, thanks Kat." This time she didn't protest to the nickname.

She smirked. "Well, it was their losses and my gain." She purred, making him chuckle.

This was only a prologue. Sorry for any mistakes. If you guys want me to continue, please review.