"I'm Katrina Richards, and it's no pleasure meeting you"

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Elena Gilbert was heading to her car, leaving a party she didn't really have fun at.

Katrina Richards had no idea why she had come to this party.

Now thinking, Planning to surprise her distant cousin Caroline Forbes by coming to her high school party was quite dumb.

And she wasn't even able to find her. Katrina was not sad, no, not at all, sure her excitement has dampened slightly, but she was not Caroline's cousin for nothing.

She was leaving the party too, following another unknown girl's footstep without really paying attention to the girl.

But then, as she was about to get into her car, she saw a figure appear behind mystery girl. She frowned and gasped when she saw the stranger grab her.

"Hey!! What's are you doing!!!" she yelled.

Her heart skipped a beat as she felt a hand on her shoulder and another on her mouth. She tried to get away but she felt pain in her neck right before everything went black.

Her last thought was, 'I am never going to surprise Forbes again'.

Two men were parked in an empty field, waiting. When another car parked next to them they got out of the car. One of the two men went over the other vehicle. The driver opened the tainted window a little. He was wearing a cap and sunglasses.

"Where is she?" he asked.

"In the trunk," the man answered.

"Did you do exactly as I said?"

The man didn't answer right away.

"Well?" the driver was getting impatient.

"There was a complication," he said.

"What complication?"

"She wasn't alone. We had to take someone else with us. No witnesses."

The driver sighed. "Put them in the car." He watched in the mirror as the two men put Elena and the other girl in the trunk of his car before they went back to talk to him.

"Thank you for your help," he said.

"Is there anything else?" one of the two men asked.

"Yes. Remember what I told you to do once you were done?" he asked and they nodded. "You're done," he said and one of the men took out a gun and shot his accomplice before he shot himself in the head and the car with the tinted windows drove away.

When Elena woke up, she didn't know where she was. Her hands and feet were tied with the same rope. She was alone. She heard someone coming and when she looked up she saw a man with a cap and sunglasses climbing down the stairs with an unconscious girl no woman in his arms. She kept silent as she watched the man lay the woman on the same couch she was on.

"What do you want?" she asked as he removed their ropes but he didn't answer. "Please, I'm hurt," she told him.

"I know," he said as he leaned closer to her. Veins appeared below his eyes and Elena tried to move away but he was holding her.

"Trevor! Control yourself!" a woman stopped him.

He turned to see a woman with short hair just right next to them.

"Buzzkill," he told her as he got up from the couch.

"Who is that?" she asked, pointing at Katrina.

"Complications," he sighed.

But the woman was too focus on Elena to care about "complications". She was staring at her as she knew her and she hadn't seen her for centuries.

"What do you want with me?" Elena asked, afraid.

"My God, you look just like her," the woman told her as she approached her.

"But I'm not," Elena shook her head. "Please, whatever..."

"Be quiet."

"I'm not Katherine," she said and got up. "My name is Elena Gilbert, you don't have to do this!"

"I know who you are. I said be quiet!"

Elena frowned. "What do you want?"

The woman slapped her so hard Elena fell back on the couch. "I want you to be quiet!" she said but she was knocked out.

When Katrina woke up, she saw the same mystery girl next to her, unconscious. She quickly sat up and looked around. She had no idea where she was.

"Girl! Get up!" she called the mystery girl as she placed a hand on her arm, right below the blood-stained and then she shook her.

Elena opened her eyes slowly and frowned at the stranger.

"Who are you? Are you okay?" she asked.

Katrina said "I'm Dandy," she shook her head and sighed,

'Is this girl stupid?, We are held hostage by god knows who and she's asking me if I am okay' Katrina thought.

It didn't surprise her she had no idea who she was.

Sure everyone in this town knew each other but same can't be said for distant cousins.

"I'm Katrina Richards, and it's absolutely no pleasure meeting you," she told her, and turned her eyes away from the girl and started looking around.

"Oh," Elena said before she looked down.

"Do you know Where are we?" she asked.

"I don't know," Elena told her.

"Then we're screwed"