Just a really small drabble that popped into my head while listening to the song Too Old to Die Young Now by Brother Dege from the movie Django.

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Too Old to Die Young Now

Life was a bitch.

Katherine should have known, she'd lived long enough to know when life decided to squirt lemon juice in her eye. None of this lemons and lemonade nonsense; life was hard and harsh and brutal and when you had salt rubbed in your wounds, sometimes the best thing to do was bloody well cry.

And she wanted to cry.

Badly.

But she was Katherine Pierce and when life gave her lemons, she threw the lemons right back and told life to 'fuck off'.

She'd lived a hundred lives, danced a thousand dances and despite what they all thought, she'd loved more deeply than any of them could possibly understand. She'd loved and been broken. She'd trusted and been betrayed, used like cattle for her blood.

Katerina Petrova was a weak girl, a human girl. She'd been too naive and too stupid to see beyond a charming smile and thankfully, that girl, that stupid hopeful chit had died a long time ago. Katherine Pierce was stronger, sturdier.

Lemons.

Salt.

Life could throw her a fireball and she'd swing right back.

Except now, she couldn't.

She was dying.

And suddenly, she didn't feel like Katherine Pierce anymore.

She'd lived too long and fought too hard to die young now. She'd had lifetimes ahead of her; places she'd always meant to travel to but never had the chance, things she'd wanted to experience, to see. Katherine Pierce had lived too long without truly seeing. Her fight, her flight – it had ruined her.

Life had given her a lemon shaped in the twisted form of humanity.

Lemons.

Lemonade.

Katherine watched as Elena prattled on, some stupid little heartfelt speech about an apology or forgiveness – she really didn't care to be honest.

Katherine thought of her daughter.

She thought of Stefan.

She was far too young and far too beautiful to die just yet.

And what a waste, for her to die an old maid, a shadow of the vitality and fire she'd once exuded.

Elena prattled on and Katherine smiled.

Oh yes, she far too old to die young now.


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