Chapter Fourteen

Caroline felt the warm sunshine hit her face and her naked shoulder. She let out a small squeal as she tugged the blanket around her and used one hand to push off her blond curls. Her thoughts drifted to last night. She had gone to thank Klaus and instead she had slept with him.

How was she supposed to explain that one?

She turned around and saw Klaus next to her, he was barely waking up. He saw the freaked out look on Caroline's face and frowned. "You have your I did something I'm going to regret expression."

"I don't have an expression!" she defended herself and shook her head slightly. "And can you please stop accusing me at seven in the morning?"

Klaus rested his hand on her thigh. "Do you regret it?"

Caroline shook her head. Last night, for lack of a better word had been amazing. Klaus had been so loving and so passionate. "No, it was nice. Very nice." She flushed. Couldn't she come up with a better worse than nice. She cleared her throat. "What I'm trying to say is I wouldn't exactly mind doing it again. I mean if you want to, or maybe we can-"

"Caroline," Klaus grumbled as he kissed her. "Stop talking."

Caroline rolled her eyes as she returned the kiss. "Let's get one thing straight. I'm the bossy one in the relationship."

Katherine still couldn't get the weird dreams out of her mind. They just kept playing in her mind. She knew it was her, the one that had played with Stefan and Damon's hearts and tried to kill her look alike, but she couldn't believe it. That Katerina, Katherine had seemed too cold, so heartless.

It made stomach churn, just thinking about it. She discreetly grabbed a blood bag from her purse and took a small sip. Blood always helped her think straight.

She felt a sharp pain in her head as she dropped the blood bag and started coughing up the blood and soon she was unconscious on the floor. Celeste stood behind her, she spoke in a slight French accent. "My dearest apologies, Mademoiselle Katherine. So you are the girl that has taken my place."

When Katherine woke up, she recognize the old abandoned drug store she always passed when she went to the little store that sold her favorite shoes. She still felt that throbbing in her head. What happened? She honestly couldn't remember.

She tried to stand up, but found that all though no one was pulling her back an invisible force was keeping her firmly on the ground.

"I used magic to bind you to the floor," an elegant looking woman came into the room holding a jar of a thick, black paste. "You can't get up until I remove the spell."

Katherine gaped. "Who are you? You're a witch aren't you?"

"Yes, I am a witch," Celeste said soothingly as she started rubbing some of the black paste on Katherine's face mainly on her forehead. "But I am not your enemy and I'm trying to help you, you poor dear. So confused."

"What are you doing?" she demanded.

Celeste looked annoyed. "Relax, it's just a paste made of herbs and spices, it will help me recover your memories," she gave her a rueful smile. "I'm sorry, but it's going to hurt."

Before Katherine could even blink, let alone ask questions she felt a sharp, unbearable pain in her head and every flashback, every memory, every step she had taken seemed to want to cram into her head all at once. Katherine clutched her head and let out a cry. "Please stop!"

Celeste ignored her as she continued chanting her spell.

"You have disgraced this family!"

"Katerina, may I introduce to you the Lord Niklaus."

"Hello, John, Goodbye John."

"I love you, Stefan we will be together again I promise."

"Humanity is a vampire's greatest weakness."

"I love you Elijah."

"I never had a graduation, or a prom, or you know a life, but you did!"

"I'm Katherine Pierce, I'm a survivor."

"My name is Nadia Petrova and you are my mother."

"Yes, Nadia I went back for you."

"You don't have a choice. Think of it as a kind of twisted irony." Klaus chopping off Nadia's head.

Katherine let out a gasp and she rested her head against the wall and refuse to let the tears fall. They had killed her. They had killed Nadia. Worse, they had lied to her even when she didn't remember anything. Caroline and Elijah the two people that she had let herself trust had been a bunch of cowards and had betrayed her as well. She was so stupid.

Celeste let out a breathy sigh. "Ah, so now you remember and now you know."

"I'm going to kill them!" Katherine growled.

Elijah was walking through the dark streets of New Orleans looking for Katherine and wondering why she wasn't answering her phone. He suddenly stopped short.

He took a deep breath. It couldn't be, it wasn't possible she was dead. "Celeste."

Celeste smirked as she approached him. "Good evening, Monsieur Mikaelson how is this evening treating you so far?"

Elijah took a step back. "How-"

Celeste cocked an eyebrow. "You can thank your friend, Sophie. When she complete the Harvest, she used my bones to channel the energy, thus bringing me back to life."

Elijah gaped as he stumbled with his words. "Celeste, I don't know what to say-"

"Do not bother, Elijah I don't want to hear any more of your lies. Though I would speak to your pretty friend, Katerina I saw her quite upset. I assume it's because you murdered her daughter." She whispered in his ear. "See you soon, Elijah."

-End of Chapter Fourteen-