-Elena's POV-
The drive to Forks was unbearable. It was three days of nothing but driving, only stopping for gas, and Damon. Ugh, don't even get me started on Damon. He was rambling on and on about his days in the Confederacy, and his childhood, and his days around the states and the world after he was turned. I eventually fell asleep after the first forty-five minutes. Stefan shook me awake once we go to Forks. I have to say it didn't look much better than Mystic Falls; in a word, depressing. It was all gray and rainy and just, ugh. Damon pulled up to this shabby looking white house that was next to a nearly identical house that had a police car parked in the driveway. Damon wasn't going to like that, considering the drinker and partyer he sometimes was. We were only renting the house out for however long we needed to be in this town.
The house was prefinished, furniture and all. That was good, and three bedrooms. That was even better. Stefan and Damon would definitely not survive if they had to share a room. It would be hell on Earth if that had to happen, and I surely didn't want it to happen. Again, my thoughts wandered to Katherine. What happened to her? Was she dead, missing, or hidden in plain sight? Death couldn't be a possibility. She was too strong and confident for that. Even I, her doppleganger, knew that. Katherine knew how to take care of herself. She's been doing that for a long time, I hear. Stefan and Damon got out of the car a few minutes after I did, and went into the house with ease, it might've been owned by a vampire or it might've just sat vacant. Oh well, it was technically ours now. I walked around for a bit; just looking around, when I found a note on the floor.
Elena, Stefan, and Damon…
Be careful in this town. Things are not always as they seem.
-K
I didn't know what name the K stood for. Oh well. "Stefan! Damon!" I called. They were immediately there. I passed the note to them, and they read it over, confused and alert. Stefan wrapped his arms around me and kissed my temple.
"We will be careful. Since we live right next to police chief, we all need to be careful. We don't' know any of the town's history, or if anyone knows anything about vampires. Nor do we know if there are even vampires in this town at all, or if anyone is on vervain." He glared at Damon.
Damon raised his hands in innocence. "What? Haven't you ever heard of a blood bank? Gosh." He stalked into the kitchen, looking for any alcohol. Oh boy. He just never gives up does he? I walked upstairs to what would be my room. It was a light blue color with lacey white curtains and white linens on the bed. How nice. There was an old white and antique dresser on the far wall, and an oval mirror over a vanity that looked like the dresser. It was a pretty room, I will admit that. Stefan came in to check on me and to bring up my bags that held all of my clothes, shoes, toiletries, and what little makeup I had. I gave him a kiss and sat down on the bed. Noticing the change in facial expressions, he sat down next to me and pulled me onto his lap, and ran his fingers through my hair. I leaned my head on his shoulder and sighed.
"Stefan, what do you think happened to Katherine? You don't have to answer. I was just wondering. I can't seem to get her off of my mind lately."
I felt him shrug. "I don't know. But, she's Katherine. I'm sure that she's just fine."
"But what if she isn't? I mean, strong, confident, yet manipulative and bitchy Katherine, dead? Gone? Missing? What is she, Stefan? Where is she?"
He rubbed my arm soothingly. "Maybe we'll never know. Or she may reveal herself one day. We just have to wait and see. You never know with her." He kissed my temple and set me on the bed, and went to go unpack his stuff. My thoughts went back to the note. It was signed with a K. Could it stand for "Katherine" or maybe… "Klaus". I don't know. I don't know what to do anymore. There were enemies after me every day of my life! Why did I have to be related to Katherine anyway? My life would so less complicated if it wasn't for that unfortunate relation. I sighed. Oh well. If there's one thing that life taught me, it's that everything happens for a reason. I truly believe that it does, but sometimes I am never certain. I just don't know why my thoughts are always drifting to Katherine. Katherine's gone. I shouldn't be thinking about her. She did wreak havoc on our lives. Stefan and Damon's especially, but that was 145 years ago. Why am I just now thinking about this? Damon is still not over her. She may have returned to Mystic Falls for a short while and then left, but not before she told Damon that she didn't love him, and that it was Stefan she loved. Damon wouldn't believe her. He still followed her around the town like a lost puppy, and when she disappeared, he went into a rampage. The whole town wasn't safe if he was let loose. So, Stefan slipped him vervain, and he was locked in the basement of the boarding house for a few months until he regained control, and the thoughts of Katherine disappeared from his mind.
But, nonetheless, Katherine is gone. We all have to move on from that, and it will be a struggle for Damon, but he will have to move on from her, because we all know that she never really loved him, it was only Stefan that she had eyes for. Stefan is mine, not hers. I heard a knock on the door.
"I'll get it!" I called so the boys could finish unpacking. I went downstairs and opened the door, and the person who was on the other side, stopped me in my tracks: Katherine.
She smirked at me. "Hello, Elena. May I come in?"
AN:/ Katherine makes her appearence! How will Elena react? What about the Salvatore brothers? REVIEW!
