If he thought she didn't notice then, well, he was as stupid as she always thought he was. Stupid, because he chose family over love, stupid, because his family were strangers and she was his lover.

She knows he watches her, and she finds it annoying at first. She hates how he's compelled her all these friends (and the blonde Barbie is obviously a tribute to Caroline, it's so transparent he's modelling her life on Elena's) and parents, that he's found her a job and a house and how he transfers money into her account every month as if she's as stupid as him.

She remembers everything. The cottage, their cottage, and how he thought he did it for her. He didn't. They were both miserable.

Every Christmas, a bottle of the perfume she wore when she was immortal is left on her door step with a "from your admirer" gift tag. As if she didn't know it was him, when the perfume was full of vervain.

Vervain, that's how she remembers. You can't compel a vampire on vervain, and not a day passed she didn't slip it into her tea.

Every Christmas, every night, she walks home and thinks, hopes, he'll be on her porch waiting for her with an apology and a goblet of his blood so she can die again and be her and so that they can live together forever, happy and immortal.

She's lonely. Compelled friends are useless, and sometimes she wishes she didn't slip vervain in her tea so that she could have been compelled and maybe believed all this.

Over time, her perfect skin creases like crumpled paper, her hips lose their seductive sway and her chocolate hair turns gray. She screams and cries when she finds her first grey hair because it's dawning on her that he's not going to save her. It's then she see's Niklaus and she wants to beg him to do it, but he leaves quickly and she doesn't have the chance.

She flirts, flirts outrageously and like never before. She has a string of male friends (if you know what she means) but they never have chance to steal a kiss yet alone be her lover before they mysteriously vanish and then return and not remember a thing about her.

In time, she begins to hate him. She begins to loathe him and how he left her and how he obviously cared nothing for her because she hasn't seen him looking after the village (and in England? Why couldn't he put her in her beloved Bulgaria or Vegas?) and then, that Christmas, she see's him place the perfume on her porch, just one glance and he turns and looks at her and smiles and leaves.

It's a tragedy, she decides, that they can't be together.

Then she starts to lose her memory and she's placed into a nursing home because she has no family now the old woman has died, no husband and no children, and she starts to dream in the day and in the night about a man who always wore suits and who had funny hair and who didn't believe in love and yet loved her.

She starts to love him and wants to tell him she knows he' there but it she spoke it would make no difference because it' too late now, anyway.

She hates Elena. Now sweet, little , innocent Elena has (not only the Salvatore Brothers) but Elijah at her company, because he'll love her just because she reminds him of her. She hates that Elena first stole her human life and then her immortality and yet somehow she is still the bad doppelganger that they all hate.

She sinks further into her dreams and pretends the Home is their cottage, the one with white sheets and a roaring fire and him and her and cuddles in the morning (and she's way too badass to even be imagining cuddles in the morning and yet she does).

She gets a letter from Damon the day she dies. He's given her a vial of blood because if anything they share in common, it's their distaste for human life. She feels something twist inside of her because he knew where she was all this time and let her get to this ... frail old nothing of a woman before he even contemplated giving her what she had so kindly given to him. She hates him. She wonders if Stefan knew where she was.

She goes back to bed and pulls the cover over her head and sinks back into their cottage and then it's over. Human lives are so short and so inconsequential and she left no kind of legacy, to anyone.

Except to him, but that doesn't matter. Her last words are not "I love you" or "I know your there" or anything sweet, kind, loving or romantic in any way. In fact, it' a short snap at her nurse to get her a new catheter because this one's full.

She doesn't know she's going to die, but she wants it. After she got to the age when immortality was pointless, she waited to die. This is the conclusion to five hundred years of nothing. Of running, lies and manipulation and living out of a suitcase (which was still better than this) with her only legacy being Elijah's memory of her and the Salvatore's memory.

A/N If you want I don't mind doing a chapter on the Salvatore's checking in on Katherine and why Damon sent her his blood, but I think this is finished. You'll have to review and tell me (not bribery at all) but if this is finished then thankyou for the favourite's and if your a Kaleijah shipper then you might (might) like the man who couldn't trust and That's My Game.