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However, I do own Catherine Matthews/ my very own Katherine Peirce, her backstory, the storyline, and any additional characters that do not belong to The Vampire Diaries or The Originals. Characters in this story may not have the same opinion as you. These characters are all fictional.
Getting a ginormous amount of memories and knowledge of a 500-year-old vampire in one single go is not something I would recommend to try. It felt like a dozen tons of bricks dropped on my head. I am sure my brain would've collapsed if I am a human after that amount of expansion in my brain activity. However, my only worry in the whole thing was, what if Katherine takes control of her body now that her memories are back. I mean, the same thing happened with Rebekah when she is possessing Eva Sinclair and also with canon Katherine when she decided to take Elena's body for a ride. What's to say the same thing won't happen again?
I really don't know how to feel about the new development. Sure the memories and speaking new languages are useful if I meet someone from Katherine's past or even Nadia when I meet her. But who's to say the memories will not change me completely into original Katherine as time goes by. I sighed harshly and got up from the bed. I took the phone that's sitting on the nightstand and called the only person I could talk to.
"Hello, Catherine," Melantha answered after the sixth ring.
"Hello, Melantha. How are you?" I spoke in a perfect greek accent and chuckled when I heard a pause on another side.
"Now, that's something I didn't expect," the old witch said in fluent Greek.
"Me either," I said, trying out the new well-versed language, "I had a witch do the spell to undo my compulsion, and then I woke up half an hour later with all the memories of the original body. Now I know Greek fluently...along with eight other languages."
"Well, then that's a good thing, right?" The witch asked, confused about why I am not happy. "You now know who your friend an foe is."
"I don't know," my voice was small, "What if the original soul takes control of this body or what if I turn into her slowly without even knowing?"
"agapite mou," Melantha said fondly, "You are overthinking this like everything else. I am sure it's nothing. The same thing that sent you here must have locked the memories, and the spell is probably undone after the spell you did yesterday." [my dear]
"Well, that's what people with paranoia do. They think too much. They think ahead, behind, and sideways." I muttered. "They think everything."
"Fine. Let's go in your angle," The old witch muttered on the other end. "Think of a memory. Something painful. You said the girl's parents were killed, right? Think about it, or the time when her daughter is ripped away from her before she could even hold her."
I didn't know where the white-haired witch was going with it, but I followed her commands anyway. I selected the two memories from Katherine's subconscious.
"Now tell me, what do you feel about the situation?" The witch changed her tongue to English now, "What are your feelings when you recall those particular incidents?"
"I feel pity for her," I said, processing the experience.
"That's it," Melantha prodded softly, "No signs of heartbreak, loss, grief, anger, resentment...anything."
"No," I said, thinking back to the incident again, "I just feel sorry for Katherine. I mean, she went through so much pain at a young age."
"Okay," the witch said, "Now if I ask you, what is it you feel for Stefan and Elijah; then what would your answer be?"
"I don't know. I don't trust Elijah as far as I can throw him. But he sure is hot, everyone in this bloody show is, actually. And Stefan, well, he is could be considered a good friend after a few more talks. If you are asking romantically... he's bit broody for my taste," I said impatiently, "Why are you asking all this?"
"To prove you that, you have nothing to worry about," The witch answered calmly, "As you can see, your emotions and feelings are yours. They aren't being manipulated just because you have the original souls' memories. They are not influencing you in any way or form. To you, they are just like the recollection of movie or tv show."
"So, you are sure nothing will change?" I asked once again, to get rid of the tiny doubt in my mind.
"Memories are something that will never leave your bones, Catherine. They are a part of you. And the spell just helped them resurface," The witch said softly, switching the languages as she spoke. "But, if you are still worried about it, ask the wolf friend of yours to keep an eye on you. If you notice any difference in your behavior...call me. I am sure we can find something to help."
"Hayley is not a friend," I said, rolling my eyes. "It's more of an alliance of necessity."
"I am sure you say the same thing about Caroline," Melantha said in a snarky tone. "Anyway, if that's what you wanted to talk, I am hanging up now. I am busy."
"Bye."
I huffed at the old hag's audacity. By the time I cut the call, my sleep was long gone. Not like I slept the night off. The crippling paranoia kept me awake. A curse, I would probably never be free of until the day I die. At least, it's the only thing that keeps me on my toes.
There was a knock on my door, and by the smell, I know it's the werewolf. I slid out of the bed and opened the door. I raised my eyebrow in question.
"I know Lenore said, going on the night of full moon will probably be the best as they pack will be in their human forms," Hayley said, dancing on her feet as she talked, "But, as you know I can't meet them as I will be in my wolf form at that time."
"Just speak plainly," I cut off the girl.
"I was thinking, maybe, if we could go today, and see if there are any untriggered werewolves in the pack, I can talk to," blurted out the crescent wolf.
Well, it's not like I have anything interesting to do, other than mutter to myself in the dark, so I agreed.
We had to walk a little into the woods as there wasn't any valid path for my Porsche. All the while, Hayley listed off all the problems she will have for not having proper communication with the other wolves due to the stupid curse. I mean, she was only able to meet the wolves as she couldn't turn on full moons for being pregnant. So, when she offhandedly asked me if there was any solution for it, I said the same thing.
"I am not getting pregnant," Hayley said aloud with a scoff. "Definitely not at 19."
"You asked for a solution, and I gave you one," I shot back, walking by her side. "I never said it was decent. And, how am I supposed to know you are a teenager?"
"What do I look like then? 30?" Hayley asked in a sarcastic tone.
"20, I guess," I answered the rhetorical question. "What's your date of birth, anyway?"
"I know the year, not the date," the girl in the boots said.
"Well, you will know that once you meet someone of your pack," I said, shaking her from her heartbroken look. I don't know why everyone I meet looks like they require a therapist. I suddenly stopped mid-step.
"What is it?" Hayley asked when she saw me halt.
"The sound's coming this way," I said, changing the direction, and she followed.
As soon as we stepped into the clearing, the woman, who I think is Eve, took off running. I had to use my vampire speed to catch her. And suddenly, there was a growl behind me.
"Stay," I instructed the frightened untriggered werewolf and turned around. There were four wolves, looking ready to attack. And, probably, my scent isn't helping the situation much.
"Hayley, why don't you tell your family to back off?" I suggested the crescent wolf with a scowl.
"Katherine's my friend," Hayley said immediately. "My name is Hayley. I am a part of your pack...I guess"
The wolves had a silent conversation while a panicked Hayley showed Eve, the crescent tattoo on her shoulder. The human of the pack looked at one of the wolves and nodded her head in agreement, "She really has the tattoo, Jackson."
That's when the wolves backed off a bit, and I said, "Thanks, dipshits."
The growls were back again while Hayley groaned, "Katherine..."
"Hey, they tried to eat me," I defended myself. "And you know what happens to a vampire when a werewolf bites? They die."
"I mean, I have a cure, but that's not the point," I added as an afterthought.
"You have a cure for werewolf bite?" Hayley enquired, intrigued.
"Of course. Why do you think I agreed to come along with you?" I said, throwing my hands in the air, and walking to the nearby cot to take a seat. "I made a deal with Klaus in exchange for his hybrid blood. Cure for a favor in the future."
Hayley just shook her head and turned to her long lost pack...family. "I am Hayley Marshall. I was adopted into a human family. And after I triggered my curse, I have been living with another pack in the Appalachian mountains. Katherine found me and said she knew of a pack with a similar tattoo. She told me the crescent packs were some kind of royalty before the curse Marcel decided to bind you to. I came here in hopes of finding more about me and my family."
One of the wolves looked at Eve and signaled her something. The fact that they have been in wolf forms for so long must have adapted the pack to their animal side. Otherwise, wolves, normally, don't exhibit this amount of self-control, definitely not, with a vampire breathing down their necks. That was probably, why Jackson followed and protected Hayley when she was pregnant without going batshit crazy. And Eve must've been, very well acquainted with the wolves, that she even understands most of the things.
"My names Eve," Eve introduced herself to Hayley, giving me a nod in greeting. "I might have an idea of who you are. Let me get the bible," she said, walking back to her cave...shack. "It has the records of every member of the family from generations. I am sure we can find out about your name and date of birth in it."
And excited Hayley followed the woman, as the wolf still kept an eye on me. They were wary of the vampire who helped a werewolf without any relationship.
"What?" I scoffed at them, annoyed with their constant staring. "My Ex is a werewolf. I am not scared of you."
However, we didn't have a long conversation as a smiley Hayley, ran towards me, with a book in her hand, "Katherine, look what I found."
"Andrea Labonair. Born on, 6th June 1991," I read aloud. "Hmm, not that it's a competition, but, I am younger than you."
The wolf scoffed with a chuckle. It's like, she couldn't contain the grin that took over her face. And, I am sure one of the wolves snorted at my answer. "I am was born on June 5th in 1473, and I turned on April 6th, 1492. So, technically, I am not even 19," I talked to the wolf in a haughty tone.
I didn't know the exact details until I got the memories of Katherine, the other night. My original birthday is on the same day as Katherine's. However, the year was 1999. And I came here somewhere in September of 2018. And I came into this fictional universe on February 25th of 2010. And it's July now.
Oh! It's been roughly 5 months since I came here. That's crazy. I haven't even realized it with all the scheming I have been on with.
Hayley talked to Eve for a few more hours and I didn't want to disturb her much-awaited meeting. So, I decided to pet a few wolves and took a few selfies. Since it was technically my first time seeing a wolf in real life and I thought to keep the photos as a memory. And when the wolves became less wary and docile in my company, I acted like a kid on a sugar rush. It was like man vs wild, and there was basically no one to stop me from doing anything stupid and potentially dangerous.
However, after completing a few levels of candy crush, I got absolutely bored. So, I dragged my werewolf companion out of the swamp. Though Hayley said she will be coming back the next day, and Eve requested her to coverup the tattoo when she stays in the city. Hayley...Andrea, as she liked to be called now, talked my ear off the whole ride. But she stopped once I warned her that I will tear out her liver if another word comes from her mouth. And the effect was immediate.
I was very much enjoying myself in one of the bars in bourbon street. I was just about to drag a douche bag, who would not take no for an answer, into an alley to have a drink when I got a call. It was an unknown number, so I decided to ignore it, but then they called me again.
"Katherine," I said into the phone as a greeting.
"Katerina, Enjoying your freedom, love?" An accented voice greeted from the other side. "You know, I was expecting a thank you note for a while now."
"Klaus?" I answered, confused, "How did you get my number?"
"I have my ways, love," he said. He asked someone from Mystic Falls gang.
"Right..." I trailed off, "Any reason for your call?"
"I heard your quick thinking helped me in protecting my human doppelganger," Klaus said from the other end.
"And I am pretty sure you are not someone who says thank you for indirect help," I said, rolling my eyes.
I mean, Niklaus Mikaelson, saying a 'Thank you' to Katherine Pierce. Yeah! That's never gonna happen.
"That's because you seem to know me quite well," Klaus said in a gleeful tone, "Even though it tends to unnerve me just how well you know me, I will let it pass for now. Because we have more important matters to discuss, like why you told a certain Ripper of our century-old friendship."
I shut my eyes really tightly for a millisecond. Shit! Why Stefan?
"What did he say?"
"Oh! he had quite a few words to say about it. But, it mostly revolved around the question on, why he remembered me as a hybrid dick, who sacrificed his girlfriend if we were supposed to be good friends?" said Klaus, probably, through gritted teeth. "And why Katherine doesn't have the exact memory of it," his voice grew darker as he continued, "What do I have to fear about so much that I erased the memory of everyone related to that incident."
Stefan..Klaus's paranoia just multiplied in lengths. What to do? What to do?
"Well, what do you want me to do?" I blurted out. "How am I supposed to stop your psycho mother if I didn't tell him about the stupid chain Rebekah used to wear around her neck for a thousand years now?"
"You are supposed to ask them to trust you with it and ask them to move on," Klaus said, indifferently.
I couldn't help but scoff at that. "That's the problem, isn't it? No one trusts anyone here. We've all had shitty lives, and have been betrayed time after time. We entirely lost the ability to trust another person. The Salvatore's stopped trusting me the second they figured out I was alive the whole time instead of being stuck in a tomb. But how am I supposed to say to the two people I love, I have been running from the great Klaus Mikaelson, and that he will kill them if he knew about them? And when I finally met them after all these years, what do you think was going to happen? For them to receive me with open arms? They tried to stake me, Klaus. I had to earn their trust again, and I have to keep doing so until for a long time."
Shit! Fuck! Did I just throw a tantrum at the bid bad hybrid?
Oh, God! What's wrong with me?
"I am sorry," I murmured into the phone, "I just had one of those days, and I took it out on you."
"Where are you?" was the only thing he asked.
I scrunched my eyes a little at that. And lied. "Greece. But don't bother coming, I will be long gone before you come to kill me."
"I gave you my word that I will not kill you, Katerina," And I swear I could hear him rolling his eyes.
"I thought I had a new bounty on my head after my monologue just now," I said.
"You know what? Goodbye," he said, and there was a beep...
That's weird.
For a second there, it felt like I was standing at the entrance of the underworld, ready to meet the devil himself.
And, where's that douchebag I was trying to get a bite off?