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*Last chapter*

"Good, then let's go.", she said with a huge smile. "Now? Just like that?", she couldn't be serious, was she? "Just like that."

And we were gone.

*End of last chapter*

Elena's P.O.V.

Together we went to my car and she started driving. "Katherine?" "What?" "I don't have my phone, I don't have any money and I don't have my ID! How can we travel without them?" She than shook her head and laughed and only pointed to the glove compartment. I only raised my eyebrows and decided to open it. There, in an envelope, was money, my phone and my ID. "How did you get my ID and phone?", I asked with wonder. "They were lying on your bed. You know, you shouldn't leave them around like this, someone with bad intentions could easily take them and use them against you.", she said in a low voice. "Aha, maybe someone like you?", I asked her while turning to her. "Nah, not me. Of that you can be sure of. But… my alter ego… I wouldn't trust her.", she answered while laughing.

Two or three hours later, we arrived at a small aerodrome. There were two small jets on the side of the trajectory and a small hangar. "Where are we actually going, Katherine?" "We're meeting someone here. He's our pilot, his name is James. Where is he by the way?" Just as she finished speaking, we saw the doors of the hangar open. And a minute later James, a tall guy with dark hair and a handsome face, greeted us with a big smile. "Miss. Katherine! Did you have a nice stay? Oh, is that your sister?", he asked in a rush. He reminded me a bit of Caroline, because he spoke a bit like her.

"James, meet my lovely sister Elena.", she said while turning to me. "Oh, Miss Elena nice to meet you." "Nice to meet you too, James." "Are you all ready to leave? The jet's ready. Do you have any luggage?" "Yes, we're ready James. We don't have any luggage, it's all already taken care of.", Katherine quickly answered. "Good, then let's leave."

10 minutes later we were seated and ready to fly. "Katherine, where are we going?" "Let that be my surprise, Elena. It's always funnier to travel when you don't know where you're going." "Maybe for you", I mumbled and took the headphones, which were on the seat next to me.

*Much later*

During the flight I had fallen asleep and I only woke up, when we had already landed. I was still very sleepy when I took my first steps outside of the plane and didn't pay attention to my surroundings. Outside was a car with a driver waiting, we went straight into the car since it was raining quite heavily. It was only 30 minutes later, while we were stuck in traffic that I really woke up and paid attention to my surroundings.

I had the feeling I had seen pictures of these streets and there was only one name that came into my mind. "We're in NEW YORK ?" "Wow, took you long to realized that. But yes we are." "That's awesome! I was never here before! " I couldn't stop looking through the car window. It was so surreal for me to be in the city of my dreams.

Fifteen minutes later we arrived in front of a tall brick row house. Each house had a little front garden, which was surrounded by a tall barrier. From the outside all houses looked the same, but I was sure that inside they were all really different. The front door was quite big, black and heavy. When we got inside there was a tall mirror on the left and on the right was a door which led to the walk-in wardrobe. One the right side where two more doors after asking Katherine to where they led, I knew that the one with the flowers next to it was a bathroom the other led to the basement, which included a soundproofed room for parties.

After the driver brought the luggage upstairs and left, Katherine showed me around the house, beginning with the ground floor. On the back of the house was a winter garden and from there we had access to the backyard. We didn't go outside, but I saw through the windows that there were some benches around a big tree and that they seemed to be a little pond.

On the ground floor there was a huge living room with a fireplace and an attached library. There was also a big dining room and there was of course the kitchen. We stopped there to take something to drink and then continued with the tour on the first floor.

On the first floor were one bedroom, one bathroom, two studies and a room which was reserved for sculptures. While going to the second floor, I wondered why Katherine would need two studies with each four computers. But since the answer just wouldn't come, I put the thought aside.

"Katherine, how many floors do you have exactly?", I asked her while she showed me the floor. "With the attic or without?" "Just tell me." "I have fife floors, with the attic this makes six. But there isn't much in the attic, only some old stuff and some paintings." On the second floor where three bedrooms and three bathrooms and a living room. Everywhere on the walls were paintings, carpets or some older or newer sculptures.

The third floor looked like it was Katherine's floor. There was only one bedroom, a really big one too. Attached to it was a big bathroom and a huge walk-in closet. In the small living room, which was on that floor too, were magazines, CD's and DVD's around. It was clear after seeing the living room that it was Katherine's floor, because it had some personal stuff and it looked like somebody actually lived in there. Not like the other floors, except the ground floor.

After we unpacked, we ate something in the kitchen. When I cleaned the dishes, Katherine spoke again. "You want to go to a club tonight?", she asked while sipping on her cup of coffee. " To a club?" "Yes, you know dancing, drinking. Just having fun!" "Okay, yeah why not."

So that's what we did. We went to a popular club and had a great night. Everyone who would ask if we were twins, we said that yes and secretly shared a look. It was fun spending time like this with her and I had to say that I could really get used to it.

*Next morning*

I woke up to somebody constantly ringing the doorbell and this drove me really crazy, because I was extremely hangover. I hadn't realized just how much I drank the evening before and now I really regret it. While quickly putting on a robe and descending the stairs, I wondered why Katherine wasn't answering. To make matters worse, by running down the last steps, I fell down and hit my little toe. How would think that such a little thing hurt like hell?

Without really looking up I opened the door. "Hello Elena.", greeted me a voice, which I knew just too well.

So…. Who do you think is this voice? Good or bad? Thank you so much for reading the second chapter. I hope you liked it and that you'll continue reading. I'm sorry, I used so much space to describe the house, but I just love to imagine houses and what they look like! :D