Chapter Three: Not My Daughter

"I absolutely cannot believe you, Katherine." Miranda scolded as she pulled her daughter by the arm and led her towards the living room. Katherine looked annoyed at the way that her mother was overreacting. It was just a small fight. In her opinion, she didn't have a chance to punch Elena in her pretty little mouth.

She would rather enjoy seeing Mr. Salvatore for the next couple of days and see the bruise she had applied.

"Mother, I really think you're exaggerating." Katherine said curtly, she still had Elijah's jacket wrapped around her shoulders for fear that if she took it off her dress would fall.

"Exaggerating?" Miranda's face was red with anger. "I'm certainly not exaggerating, young lady. You got into a fight with the Gilbert's daughter in front of the entire town. Did you know how important Elena Gilbert is to the town?"

"That's because she's prissy!"

"She's the daughter of a founding family," Miranda continued, ignoring the fact that her husband had walked through the door. "Just like you are and respectable and will probably make a good marriage. But no man will ever think about marrying you, if you keep acting like this."

"Dear," Grayson said noticing Katherine's hurt expression. "Aren't you being too harsh-"

"No, Grayson I am not being too harsh and Katherine needs some disciplined," Miranda snapped. "She shamed us in front of the entire town even if she doesn't care. She exposed herself, if that young man hadn't help her out we would have been ruined by now."

Katherine trembled from anger. How dare her! How dare her mother treat her like this? Yes, she had embarrassed her in front of the whole town, but had she been humiliated enough for her to hate her own daughter?

"Miss Katherine," Bonnie murmured sympathetically as she tried to grab a hold of her arm. "Please, let's go find you some clothes-"

Katherine pulled away. She hated being rude to Bonnie because she was the only one that treated her decently.

"Dear-"

"No, Grayson all my life I have been trying to teach Katherine how to be a proper young lady!" Miranda snapped at her husband, unaware that her daughter was still standing there. "While she prefers to fight like boys, ride horses, and play in the mud no decent young man will want to marry someone like that. She wouldn't even sign up for the Miss Mystic Falls pageant even when I begged her to. What did I do to deserve this?"

"Miranda!" Grayson scolded harshly.

Katherine tightened Elijah's coat around her ripped dress. The tears were threatening to spill down any second now. "I am sorry I'm such a disappointment mother," she turned around and walked towards the exit.

"Katherine! Katherine, where are you going? Come back this second young lady!"

"Let her go." She heard Grayson tell her. "You hurt her feelings."

"She has to know, Grayson I want what's best for our daughter, but you've completely spoiled her and now she feels that she can do whatever she wants."

Katherine bit her lip. She wouldn't cry, no matter how much she wanted too. She would not give her mother the satisfaction.


"Aw, they're kissing how precious." Kol whispered sarcastically to his brothers, Klaus and Henrik who were crouched next to him. Klaus pulled the lace curtains a little more so that they could have a clearer view of their sister Rebekah and their soon to be brother in law Stefan sharing a kiss on the porch.

Henrik made a face. "That's disgusting."

"Well, would you look at that," Klaus smirked as he pulled down the lace curtains before Stefan or Rebekah could see them. "Our sister has finally trapped a man, bless her."

"Do you think Stefan is always that proper?" Kol asked mischievously. "Not everyone is as innocent as they appear."

Henrik and Klaus snickered.

"Will you three please stop interrupting our baby sister?" Elijah said annoyed as he stepped out in his riding clothes. After church and dinner he always went out on a late night ride with his horse. "Kol, Klaus act you age you're supposed to set an example for Henrik."

Kol looked at Henrik who was still laughing. "He doesn't seem to mind."

"I'll be back before night," he said. They had had dinner early and he still had about two hours before the sun set.

"We'll try not to miss you too much brother." Klaus called after him.

Elijah sighed as he went to the stables where he greeted his favorite horse, a tall black horse. He had never named her, he wasn't good with names and he just called her Horse. "How you doing, girl ready for a ride?"

The horse nodded and Elijah began riding out of town towards the countryside. He felt freer in the country than in the town, even though Mystic Falls was a small town. Here out in the open no one could judge you.
The horse's hooves made a click, click sound as it walked and Elijah started humming quietly to himself. He was heading towards the direction of a small lake where Horse could drink and he could just stand there and relax a bit.

His mind drifted off to what had happened that morning. He had never seen two women fight before and Katherine could certainly give others a run for their money. She had been stubborn and refusing to stop until she got her way.

I feel sorry for the poor devil that marries her, Elijah though.

As they began approaching the lake, he saw that for the first time he was not alone. There were shoes and stockings on the floor and a girl was splashing her feet at the edge of the lake, not caring that her feet and her dress were getting muddy.

The closer they got, the familiar the figure was. The messy brown curls, the devil could care attitude. "Miss Katherine!"

Katherine Pierce turned around and there was a scowl on her pretty face.

-End of Chapter Three-