Well, Rebekah and I found a common interest, dragging Klaus along to do something that really bores him, shopping.

She pulled on a little black dress which I zipped up the back of while I tried on a simple floral print, "So, how did my brother drag you down?" Rebekah asked, looking at herself in the mirror and frowning.

"Hey!" came a protest from outside the changing rooms which we ignored.

"I wouldn't say he was dragging me down, just, yanking me along," I laughed when Stefan chuckled at what I assume to be a very moody expression on Klaus' face.

"There has to be more to this dress," Rebekah called, heading towards the curtain.

"There's not."

Pushing it open she walked out with me behind her, "so women in the twenty-first century dress like prostitutes, then."

"Well, they do love to make themselves available," I replied, standing next to her, watching eyes Stefan grazed his gaze up her legs.

"I received glares for wearing trousers," she continued.

"And you wore trousers then so women today could wear nothing."

"And what is that sound?" she pulled a face, looking up at one of the speakers with a discontented expression. "It sounds like a cable-car accident."

"Its dance music," Stefan supplied.

"People dance to this?"

"Are we done?"

I walked over and sat on Klaus' lap, Rebekah still seemed quite shocked that I could be so affectionate to him, judging by her expression, and took his glass of wine, drinking it myself.

"And why are you so grouchy?"

Klaus leaned back, pulling me with him; "I need one thing from you, one thing to find out why my hybrids were dying, one thing. Your necklace, and you lost it."

"We'll find it," I murmured, stroking his neck gently, "I promise, you will get what you've been wanting for so long," I glanced at Stefan who was watching me, like he knew where it was, but I didn't comment, what if I was wrong? Yes, that is a very unlikely thing, but nothing is impossible.

"I didn't lose it," she interrupted, slightly put out, "it's just been missing fir ninety years." Speedily changing the subject she turning on the spot, "so, what do you think?"

"I like it," Stefan commented, giving a slight nod. She tilted her head to the side, "what? I said I liked it."

Turning to go back into the changing room, "I can always tell when you're lying, Stefan."

Stefan gave a confused look and turned to Klaus who said, "nice one, good work," before taking another drink, looking smug.

"You're the one who pulled the dagger out," I sang under my breath as he patted my back, chuckling quietly.

"I heard that," Rebekah called, causing Klaus to sigh and drink the rest of his drink.

"Right, I'm gonna get some fresh air," Stefan supplied before walking from the shop.

Klaus started pouring himself another drink and started to drink it before I pulled it from his hands and drank it for him.

"Hey!"

I smiled innocently and jumped up, skipping back into the changing room, "bloody women," he mumbled.

Rebekah glanced at me before both of us called out, "we heard that!"

"You were supposed to," he retorted, going back to what I assume is drinking more alcoholic beverages while I helped Rebekah from her dress and getting her to try on something else.

We spent a while trying on clothes and burning a hole in Klaus' wallet before going back to Gloria's bar.

"So, ready to do some withy magic for us?" I asked, skipping in and sitting on the bar.

"Of course," with all of her props set up she got straight to work, I waited for some big explosion or something, but, as I've learnt over the years, witch craft is somewhat unexciting.

"You left us," I heard Rebekah call, I turned and found Stefan wandering in.

"Uh, yeah, needed to clear my head, retail therapy," I gave him a pointed look, shrugging at me, he continued, "what's she doing?"

"She's failing."

"Quit complaining, she's trying," I said, "though," Klaus looked at me, "this is getting really boring."

Opening her eyes, Gloria looked at Klaus after sending me a sharp look, "it's hard to find something when you have nothing to go on."

"That's it, this is a waste of my time, I'm leaving," I snapped, getting up and walking out, "stupid bloody witches and their technical magician crap."

I walked briskly down the streets of Chicago, avoiding contact with anyone as the sun beat down on my skin, it's funny to think that if I didn't have the silly little piece of jewellery on my finger that I'd be ashes in the wind by now. I don't think I could survive without it – I'd hate to live in the darkness, I'd probably go insane after a while.

Brushing my fingers through my hair, I turned the corner and walked across the street before settling to walking down a less crowded pavement, before quickly finding myself walking next to a very pretty brunette who I am familiar with, my sister.

"How's life partying it up with the Big Bad?" she asked, never turning away from in front of her.

"Good, how's life running from the Big Bad?"

"Easier than it was before, now that he thinks Elena is dead, I'm not exactly his main priority, finding out why is little powers aren't working is though," she gripped my arm and pulled me into a diner, sitting as down at a table before picking up a menu and acting like she was going to buy something. "So, what will Klaus do when he find out my copy is still alive?"

"If he finds out, then we'll be in trouble, won't we?"

"You'll be dead, Stefan will be dead, Elena will be dead, everyone who helped them will be dead and I'll be running."

"Unless you're dead."

"I won't be."

"How can you be so sure? I could always help you with that?"

"Someone's in a bad mood."

"I'm not, just offering my services, like a good Bulgarian girl."

"You were always the good child, Daddy's Little Sweetheart."

I leant back against the chair, "jealous, are we?"

"You're living the dream, you've got the power, respect and you're not running for your life for eternity, so, just a bit."

"If things were the other way around, would you have done the same for me?"

"What do you mean?"

"If I was the doppelganger."

She hesitated, watching me carefully, "I... I don't know."

"Of course you wouldn't, you're too selfish."

"I care about myself first."

"No, you just have no one else to care for – so, explain to me this, why shouldn't I drag you to Klaus right now so he can have his fun in torturing you? Because life for me was bad when I was helping you and yet, you wouldn't do the same in return."

"You wouldn't, you're too noble."

"Things change; opinions and people change, I might have changed."

Katherine sat there stunned, "you have changed, he's done this to you."

"Hmm?"

"Klaus – you changed around him, become horrible, this isn't who you really are."

"How would you know? This might be who I really am."

"I doubt it."

"But there's a chance."

"It's an impossibility, you take after Mother, she could never let anyone get hurt."

"And you take after Father, never letting anyone come before yourself."

We sat there and stared at each other for a few minutes before Katherine stood, "I have other things to do, more interesting people to see," haughtily, she made her way from the diner and down the street until she was out of my line of vision.

Sighing in annoyance, I leant back and rested my head against the wall for a few moments before standing up myself and heading back to the main party area of Chicago.

I noticed as soon as I got there that they had all left and there was a slight smell of blood from Gloria there, growling in frustration I made my way to Klaus' family/the Room of the Dead.

Just in time it seems for Klaus had just knocked Stefan unconscious, I stood slightly shocked before he turned to me, "we're leaving," he snapped, leaving the guards to grab Stefan's limp body and take it to a van waiting outside, tossing him in there carelessly.

Rebekah followed out shortly, looking slightly smug but also sad, getting into a black chauffeured car.

Laus turned me around to face him as I watched the scene unfold, "you're not defying me, are you?"

"Why would you even think that? I snapped, obviously knowing why, but still.

"Just checking," he leant forward to kiss me, but I turned my head, slightly put-out, he sigh and rested his forehead against the side of my head. "Don't be grouchy."

"Don't be judgemental," I retorted, turning and getting into the car behind Rebekah, closing the door and watching Chicago pass me by while Klaus got in the moving van with Stefan's body. Unlucky for Stefan, lucky for me.

Rebekah and I stayed silent for the whole journey, until I realised we were going back to Mystic Falls, "what are we doing here?" I asked, Rebekah rose an eyebrow and got out of the car.

Why can life never be simple for me?