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First of all, sorry that this chapter took so long, school has just started again and I'm frickin busy. Gnah, damn real life :P

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Allright here's the third chapter. Read and enjoy my lovelies! :)

Katherine's P.O.V

A quite whimper, a scream nipped in the bud. The miserable attempt to win the fight against death; A fight the young girl lost before she even started fighting.

Her small hands clenching to fists, trying to hurt me.

Without Success.

The twitching of her fragile body was getting weaker and weaker with every single heartbeat. Some seconds later she doesn't even try to scream anymore. A single tear runs over her pretty face, down to her chin, dropping to the ground.

The moment the tear hits the street, is the moment she stops breathing.

An instant later her heart beats for one last time and in a blink of the eye her lifeless body hits the ground.

I took a deep breath, inhaling the cold air of the night, tilting my head back. A satisfied moan escaped my blood-soaked lips before I glanced one last time at the dead young girl lying at my feet. My dark eyes did not reflect an ounce of bad conscience as I gracefully stepped over the body.

I couldn't care less about the death of that girl. I the was a predator and she had been my prey. Easy like that.

I had enough reasons for having a bad conscience; But not for a simple murder like this. I had been hungry, if not starving and the petite blonde practically begged me to feed on her. The smell of her blood had just been to tempting.

Slowly, I returned to my black Porsche 911 and took one last glance at the scenery before getting behind the wheel. I had to return to Elena as fast as I could. I didn't believe that she'd actually try to escape, not even my precious little doppelgänger was that stupid but still...

I could sense trouble in the air.

How was I supposed to know that trouble was blonde, drop dead gorgeous and appearing right in front of my car?

I hit the breaks immediately, knowing that I was totally screwed. My mind was racing, focussing the danger in front of me. There was no chance of running. Not even the slightest.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a second, before I got out of the car, moving as gracious as ever. Babyblue eyes pierced right through me, sending cold shivers up and down my spine.

Fuck.

"Sweet Bekah, how nice to see..."

My back crashed against the hood of my Porsche, all air escaping from my lungs. The blonde Original pinned me down, her hand gripping my throat. I didn't even think about trying to escape from her iron grip. She would chase me down in no time, making sure I suffered for it. I stayed calm, looking into her bright blue eyes.

"Shut your stupid mouth Kat or I'll make sure Nik cuts your tongue out first."

I managed a faint laugh.

"Oh come on Bekah. Of all people I know you were always the one enjoying my tongue the most."

That comment obviously pissed her off. And yes, getting punched in the stomach by an Original does hurt like hell.

I bit my lip to suppress a cry of pain until I tasted my own blood and closed my eyes waiting for further pain to come. Nothing happened. Expecting to be ripped into shreds I lay still, feeling her feminine but strong body pressed against my own.

Bekah and I shared some history but that didn't change the fact that she wanted to see me dead just as much as Klaus did.

The blonde beauty hated me with all her heart. I knew that.

Which was why the sensation of her soft lips against the sensible skin of my neck kinda surprised me. I was about to ask her what she was trying to do but if I learned one thing throughout the years I've spent with the Mikaelsons, it was that playing along kept you alive.

Ignoring the pain I still felt, I leaned my head to the side, giving her better access to my neck. A soft moan escaped my lips as she bit down with her human teeth, covering the already healing bruise with a kiss. Giving in to it wasn't that hard. Bekah certainly knew what she was doing and it felt pretty good. She kissed a trail from my shoulder up to my ear and suddenly paused.

"You're such a little slut. And so easy to fool. We want her tomorrow evening. If you won't deliver, Nik will make you pay. Your body will be in so much agony that you'll regret the day you were born. He has some very creative ways to inflict pain on someone, my sadistic asshole of a brother. And it will be my pleasure to watch him making you beg for death."

In a blink of the eye, she was gone.

My body was shivering with both, anticipation and fear.

Bekah may be the biggest attention whore I've met my whole life but she certainly knew how to scare the shit out of people in seven sentences.

I had to check on her. Check if my price for freedom had ran away.

In my whole life, I never drove that fast.

"Elena?"

My voice was trembling with panic.

The smell was overwhelmingly strong and I only kept my human face because I had hundreds of years of training. I walked into the bedroom and froze in my motions.

No. No. NO!

Elena had cut her arteries.

My only way to freedom was bleeding to death.