Sixth.

She led me into a parlor and sat me down on a couch. She took her seat on the couch across from me and just stared for a few minutes; her intent to make me nervous was working marvelously. She smiled and offered me a drink, but I declined. I sat straight upright with my hands folded in my lap the way my mother had always taught me to do as a visitor in one's house.

Rebekah leaned back on the couch and narrowed her eyes at me. "I'm bored so let's play a little game. I'll ask you a question and if I believe you are telling the truth then we move on to the next question. If I believe you are lying then I get a bite," she smiled as she spoke clearly already having made up her mind that she was going to kill me. I reluctantly agreed. What else could I do? If I fought back she could hurt Elena. That gave me an idea.

"Alright, but let's say that you win and I die. If that happens you have to let Elena go, and you can't hurt her in the process." I rather doubted this tactic would work. After all, if I was dead then who would reinforce the rules? I've always hated games with rules as it was.

"Fine, let's get on with it then," she said, still smiling. "First question, what is your real full name?"

I hoped that all the questions would be this easy. "Katherine Ella-Norrah Christian," I told her without flinching.

"And that was the full name given to you at birth then I suppose?"

"Well no, my family name was Christova but it was changed when I was still little." I told her truthfully. She stood and walked casually over to me asking for my hand. Damn, I thought. She bit into the still tender spot that she had earlier and drank an ample amount. If I wasn't careful this game would be over very quickly.

She dropped my wrist, handed me a linen napkin and returned to her seat. "Christova, that would put your lineage in the eastern section of Europe, am I right?"

"Yes, that's right." I told her determined not to divulge any more than was absolutely necessary.

"From which country exactly?" she asked me. I felt as though I was being baited; as though she already knew these answers.

"Bulgaria," I told her bluntly.

"I see," she said, minding her composure as I am sure she was getting antsy. I knew Rebekah was not known for her patience. "I knew a girl once from Bulgaria. Her name was Katerina Petrova until she came to America where it was changed to Katherine Pierce. Have you heard of her?"

"Well of course," I said back, "Damon mentioned her many times actually." Two could play at this game. Rebekah's face changed from that of feigned joy to anger very quickly; I'd have to watch my step.

"And did you ever happen to have the opportunity to meet her?" she asked me, again with the vague questioning.

"Yes, I have met Katherine on several occasions," I responded. "Does this line of questioning have a point?" I asked.

"Why, am I boring you, or do you have something to hide?" she asked me as the smirk crept back onto her face. "I'm just trying to get to know you Norrah, everyone else already does and I'm feeling somewhat left out."

"Then get to the point and stop pussy-footing around. What do you want to know?" In a flash she was at my neck biting down hard. I knew I had pushed her too far, but I was getting angry too. It was getting more and more difficult not to change and fight her. After she had taken her fill she backed away.

"Obstinance won't get you very far Norrah. For the sake of your life I would suggest that you play nice." She pulled out a handkerchief and delicately wiped her chin and then sat back down on the couch. "Now, doesn't it seem strange that both you and Katherine Pierce are from the same country, both ended up in America and both have the same first name?"

"There are probably fifteen Rebecca's in this town alone, so unless that seems odd to you then no, I think it to be perfectly reasonable."

She frowned. "Who were your parents?"

"Branimir Christov and Ellanore Madison" I replied.

She smiled again, "But Ellanore was not your birth mother, was she? Who carried you for the nine months prior to your first encounter with Ellanore?" she asked. "And if you lie to me I will go upstairs and break Elena's legs. You wouldn't want that now would you?"

"My birth mother was a fifteen year old girl who took to bed one night with my father. I was an illegitimate child of an underage young woman and was cast off immediately after birth and then was told by my parents that the young girl had died shortly after I was born."

"And what year were you born then?" she asked me.

"I was born in the nineties," I replied.

"That would make sense given your appearance," she said sarcastically. "Well then I have one last question and then you may return to your room."

"Good, what is it then?" I asked her.

"How is it that you came to possess that ring around your neck?" My blood ran cold. So Rebekah was the one that Lexi kept referring to who wanted my necklace.

I grabbed it tightly in a fist. "It is a family piece passed down through the generations. My mother gave it to me when I turned nine and I've had it ever since. Why do you ask?"

"Only because I know that ring, I knew its original owner as well, Tatia. So if it is indeed the same ring then I wouldn't have expected you to have it."

"Why not?" I asked knowing that I was headed for trouble.

"Well I'd have thought that Elena would have it by now. I know that it was tradition to pass that ring down to the eldest daughter on or around her tenth birthday. I also know that it belonged to the Petrova family which would make you one of them." She looked at me with an evil grin. "I am not sure yet where exactly you fall in the line, but I'll find out, and when I do you will certainly have some explaining to do."

With that she flew at me, bit down hard on my neck and nearly drained me in seconds. "Thank you so very much for that delightful dinner Miss Petrova, or perhaps I should just call you Katherine from now on." I was about to protest when I felt something hard hit my head and I blacked out.