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Season 2 Episode 1 The Return (Part 2)
We arrived at the mansion and found that a lot of people were already arriving. Leave it to the people of Mystic Falls to come out to a dead man's home just to socialize and gossip. Although I didn't think that Carol would mind it. She loved a good party, and she loved to host, so I bet she was enjoying this even while she was mourning her husband. If she was mourning. The way she flirted with Damon all the time made me think that she wasn't really interested in her husband anymore.
Mom and I walked up the front steps. Tyler was standing by the door, shaking people's hands and greeting them. He reminded me of a young Richard Lockwood, but Tyler looked much less friendly then his father did. But at least Tyler was genuine about his dislike for people. Richard had a good face but didn't like the public, especially ones who strayed from his traditional world.
"Hey Tyler." My mom said as she approached. Tyler smiled a small smile at us. I wonder if it was genuine or if it was just a polite one.
"Hey Ms. James." He said. "You can take that inside."
"Thank you." Mom said. "I'm sorry for your loss."
"Thanks." Tyler replied. Mom then headed inside, but I stayed behind. Tyler and I hadn't interacted a lot and when we did he was usually insulting me. However, I could overlook all of that now because he had just lost his dad. I didn't know what I would do if I lost my mom.
"I'm really sorry Tyler." I said to him. He shrugged.
"It's ok." He said. "He was kind of a dick anyway."
My eyebrows shot up. How could he say something like that about his deceased father? I knew the mayor wasn't the nicest guy around, and I had seen an outburst of his or two. But Tyler mostly reflected that as well, these random bursts of anger.
"You don't miss him at all?" I asked.
"I guess I will eventually." He admitted. "It's still pretty new right now."
I nodded. We then stood there in awkward silence for a while. I bit my bottom lip and rocked on my heels. I was never one for conversation, especially with someone I didn't like that much. What was I supposed to talk about? The weather? Lovely weather huh? I wonder if your dad is making it up in heaven right now. Or hell… wherever he went.
"Listen, Gilbert…" Tyler said. I had always detested being called by my last name. "I'm sorry… about everything I ever said to you. You're not as… lame as I thought you were."
I was a bit taken aback by his apology. I never expected one coming from him. But we were running with the same crowd now. We would have to put up with one another every now and then. Maybe there was more to Tyler than just a jerk with good looks. I had thought that Caroline was so shallow and now I was worried about her safety. I had a habit of judging without really knowing the real person, just like people did with me.
"I appreciate that." I told him. He nodded to me with his lips in a straight line. I then started walking into the house. "Oh and Tyler?"
"Yeah?" He asked turning back to me.
"It's Alex." I replied with a smile. "Not Gilbert."
"Got it." He replied. I grinned and turned on my heel. Entering the house, I was still shocked at its beautiful majesty. Although I was a simple kind of girl, the idea of owning a house that big made me kind of giddy. I just needed to hit the lottery or something, then I could buy my mom a house she deserves.
I wandered around the house, greeting people that I knew and waving to others. I hadn't seen any close friends though, and most importantly I hadn't seen Damon. I couldn't even find my mom for God sakes. Where the hell was everybody?
"Well don't you look professional."
I turned around and saw Damon sauntering in. He had a drink in his hand and like usual he wore a black button up and dark pants. He looked handsome, as usual, his eyes holding that mischievous glint that was always present.
"No oversized t-shirt today." I said doing a little turn. When I was turned back to him he was right in front of me.
"Although I find your lack of style adorable…" He said with a smirk. "I like this a whole lot better."
I smiled up at him and was very tempted to kiss him. However, he pulled away before I could. I tried to brush it off, writing it down to nothing. We didn't need to be on each other all the time to show our affection. Besides, we weren't even an official couple, so I couldn't get upset with him anyway.
"So, did you hear anything more about the mayor?" I asked him, picking out an almond from the nut mix on the table.
"Carol is furious." Damon said. "She wants to know what happened. They are all convinced he's not a vampire."
"Then what is he?" I asked with furrowed brows. Damon shrugged.
"Hell if I know." Damon said. I then eyed him as he sipped on his drink.
"Isn't it a little early for that?" I asked him, gesturing to his glass. He looked down at it and frowned.
"I've been a little on edge." He admitted. "With this whole… Katherine thing…"
I nodded. I didn't like that he was hurting because of her. It was obvious. And I knew that I couldn't expect him to get over it so soon. However, I was now fully invested in him and Katherine being here could mess up everything. She was his first love. How could I compete with that?
"Who's that?" Damon asked. I looked up and saw him glaring across the room. I followed his gaze and laid eyes on a tall, tan guy. He had blue eyes, not as cold as Damon's, and brown curly hair. I recognized him from the last time he came into town.
"That's Mason." I said. "Tyler's uncle. He only comes into town every once and a while."
"He looks… sketchy." Damon said eyeing the man up and down. I looked back over to Damon with a furrowed brow.
"So do you." I said poking him in the chest. "But you two get away with it because you're good looking."
"You think I'm good looking?" He asked with a smirk.
"I also said Mason was too." I replied. Damon's smirk then turned dangerous. Before I knew it I was pushed up against a wall in a corner. No one could see us, which should have alarmed me, but it actually made me giddy.
"You think he's good looking huh?" Damon said, his lips brushing my neck. I closed my eyes and let out a breath. I couldn't get enough of this. This euphoria that clouded my judgment every time he kissed me. I felt like a drug addict every time his hands were on me. Once I had some, I couldn't stop.
"He's not bad." I replied in a breathy voice. Damon's hands were glued to my waist and holding on tight. I bit my bottom lip as he kissed his way up my neck and to my jaw line.
"You're treading on thin ice pretty girl." Damon said but crashed his lips onto mine. I smiled into the kiss, throwing my arms around his neck to get closer.
I could never get enough of this.
Damon eventually left me to go speak to the sheriff. I had to straighten out my hair, as a result of his beastly man handling of my scalp, and I had to straighten out my blouse because he had been trying to take it off. I would have scolded him, but that would have just given him more reason to do it.
I actually needed to talk to Caroline. I hadn't been able to see her since she had woken up in the hospital. I flipped open my phone and dialed her number. After three rings I finally heard her voice.
"Alex!" The blonde said excitedly. I smiled at the sound of her. She sounded happy, normal. Damon's blood must have really worked on her.
"Hey Care." I said fondly. "How are you doing?"
"Much better." She replied, chipper.
"You sound better." I commented. Caroline went off into talking about how she was feeling and what happened. She wasn't mad at Tyler, although her mother sure was. She knew it was an accident. She told me about how he said he had heard a sound, and then it was like a sudden headache came on. I was still baffled, not knowing how or why the device had affected him.
I walked around the room, not finding my mother in sight. I assumed she was off with some friends or something, like at the founders day kick off when she was reminiscing with old friends. I did eventually see Elena, standing out in the backyard.
"Alright, well I just wanted to check on you." I said. "I'll talk to you later."
"Come visit!" Caroline said. "It's like a prison in here!"
"Will do." I replied and then hung up the phone. I made my way outside, walking right up to Elena.
"Elena." I said to her. She turned to me a confused expression on her face. "Cute hair."
"Thanks." She replied grabbing a curly piece of hair between her two fingers. It was usually straight, unless she was done it up for a special occasion. But I didn't think that giving respects to the Lockwoods was means enough to curl her hair. Maybe she was just trying something new.
"Are you ok?" I asked her. "You're acting kinda funny."
"I'm fine." She replied, but I wasn't buying it. There was something about her that just seemed wrong. It was something that didn't fit Elena. It was something hidden underneath her kind disposition. It took me a while to place it, but it was not something that I was used to seeing on Elena. It was an evil masked by a kind façade.
"What's my name?" I asked her. Her eyebrows raised in confusion but also I could see that she was taking my challenge.
"Excuse me?" She replied. I gave her a look.
"What's my name?" I repeated. "Elena."
The brown haired girl in front of me stared for a second before she glared. In a second her hand was around my neck and she had me pushed up against a nearby wall. I choked for breath and finding that I could not get any.
"Stupid move." Katherine growled at me. Her face was that of a vampires, and I realized then that I made a bad judgment call when confronting her. I scratched at her hand, trying to get her to release me. She seemed to enjoy the way I struggled, trying desperately to breathe.
"I know who you are." She said suddenly. "Isobel told me about you."
I choked for breath, but she wasn't letting up on her hold. I could feel myself getting dizzy with lack of oxygen.
"You're John's reject daughter." Katherine said, cocking her head to the side. "It's too bad you took after him and not your mother."
She then threw me down. I collapsed on the floor, breathing cold air into my lungs so hard it hurt. There was no one in the same room as us, so there were no witnesses. I knew not to scream, because if I did, she would kill me. I just hoped that Damon could hear the struggle somewhere and come to check it out. I looked up at Katherine, she was towering over me. She had her hands on her hips and that mean look in her eye.
I knew now that it wasn't that hard to tell the difference between Katherine and Elena. Although identical in looks, there was one thing different about them. Elena was nice, pure of heart, and you could tell that from a mile away. Katherine, had that evil look in her eyes all the time, and that murderous glint in her smile. It didn't matter if she was pretending to have that sweet expression, anyone who knew Elena could pick it out after a while.
"She's pretty." Katherine said, taunting me. "Your mother."
"Stay away from her." I ordered, picking myself up. Katherine gave me a look and with a simple shove of her hand I was down on the floor again. I grunted as the air was knocked out of me.
"I wouldn't be giving out orders if I were you." She spat. She reached forward and I thought then that she was going to snap my neck or something. I closed my eyes, waiting for something to happen.
"Leave her alone."
Both Katherine and I looked up and there stood Bonnie. Her eyes flickered down to me and then she set a glare back up to Katherine. The vampire's attention was now on Bonnie and she was creeping toward her. It was like a snake going after its prey. But Bonnie was much more equipped to fight off Katherine then I was.
"We haven't officially met." Katherine said. "I'm Katherine."
"I know who you are." Bonnie said with narrowed eyes.
"Of course you do. You're the best friend right? I've been putting all the pieces of Elena's life together. Isobel told me it was a bit of a puzzle." Katherine explained. "I do know who Jenna and Jeremy are and I met that delicious ex-boyfriend Matt, who's sweet on Caroline. And of course there is this little mistake back there and then there's you, the vampire-hating Bennett witch. Did I do good?"
I pulled myself up, using the wall as a crutch. I tried not to let it bother me that she called me a mistake. That was just what she wanted, to get under my skin and into my head. I watched as Bonnie tried to leave the room, but Katherine grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall, much like she had with me. However, Bonnie used her powers to open the door to the room, alerting everyone of their presence.
"Nice." Katherine commented, putting her fangs away. Bonnie glared.
"Katherine."
I looked out the door and there stood Stefan. Katherine watched him with a smile.
"Stefan." She replied happily. Stefan took a step closer and looked at Bonnie and then at me. He gave me an encouraging look before he set his disapproving gaze on Katherine.
"Let her go." Stefan said. Katherine narrowed her eyes but did as he said. Stefan shared a look with Bonnie and he followed Katherine out of the room. I felt like a weight had been lifted from my chest when she was gone. I could feel the tears prick at my eyes. These weren't tears of anger or sadness. No these tears were tears of pure terror.
"Alex." Bonnie said, grabbing my shoulders to get my attention. "Alex, hey, hey it's ok."
"She threatened my mother!" I wailed. Bonnie stroked my hair, trying to sooth me. But there was no talking reason to me. I had to find my mom, get her out of here. If Katherine killed her… I didn't know what I would do.
"Alex, hey look at me." Bonnie said. After I hesitated for a second I eventually did as she said. "I'm going to find Elena. The real Elena. You go find Damon."
"But what about-"
"Your mother is fine." Bonnie told me. "If Katherine wanted her dead she would be."
I nodded although that didn't make me feel much better. Just because Katherine saw no need to kill her now to prove a point, didn't mean that she wouldn't or couldn't later. Katherine new everything about Elena's life, and assuming she did he research, she probably knew about our lives as well. That meant that she knew where we lived, where we worked, she would know more about us then we knew about ourselves.
"Pull yourself together." Bonnie ordered. "Go find Damon."
I nodded and she made sure I was ok before she released me. I calmly walked about the place, catching sight of my mother with some of her old friends. I was relieved to see her. After this mess was over, I would have to get her out of there. I searched the room for Damon, finally finding him in the corner talking to the sheriff. I approached calmly, not trying to alert the sheriff of my terrified state.
"Damon." I said evenly, although I had to force myself not to start screaming. He looked over at me, and by the look on his face he understood that something was wrong. The sheriff didn't have a clue.
"I need to talk to you." I said. The sheriff took that as her hint and she patted Damon on the back. Once she was gone, Damon grabbed a hold of my arm and steered me to be positioned in front of him.
"What happened?" He asked, looking me over for signs of injury. Once he was satisfied that I was all in one piece he met my gaze again. I took a deep breath, still trying to keep my calm demeanor. I didn't see Katherine or Stefan around anywhere, so I assumed he led her away from the house. I looked back to Damon, who looked very concerned.
"She's here." I said so low, a human wouldn't have been able to hear it. But I knew he could hear what I had said. Damon furrowed his brow.
"Who's here?" He asked. I looked up into his eyes and spoke clearly.
"Katherine."
Katherine had stabbed Stefan. Apparently, she was coming back for him, although neither Stefan nor Damon believed that was all she wanted. I could see Elena's worried face, not only for Stefan's wound but also about the fact that Katherine was after him. I was glad to know it wasn't just me who felt that way.
"I was trying to figure her out." Stefan said as Elena dabbed at his wound. "I was playing along and I let her get to me."
Elena made a face and I crossed my arms over my chest. This was a problem, a serious one at that. If she loved Stefan and was stabbing him, then what did that say she could do to anyone else. I was worried about the whole town, but especially our close loved ones. I was worried about myself too. Katherine already didn't like me that much was obvious. She could kill me at any time she wanted.
"I tried to track her but she's gone." Damon said returning to us. "Bitch is quick."
"Where do you think she went?" Elena asked.
"I don't know." Damon said. "If Katherine doesn't want to be found, we won't find her."
I shivered. It was terrifying to think that she could be lurking around anywhere and we would never know. Katherine was clever, very sneaky and awfully smart. She was strong and manipulative. I just prayed that no one else fell for it.
"I'm going to go find Jenna and Jeremy." Elena said.
"I better go find my mom." I said about to follow her. However, Damon caught my arms and prevented me from leaving. I turned back to him to see the worry in his eyes.
"Are you sure you're ok?" He asked. I swallowed. I was pretty shaken up to be honest. But I didn't want Damon to worry. He had his own problems to deal with without worrying if I was ok.
"I'm fine." I lied. He gave me a look like he didn't believe me, so I grabbed a hold of his hands. I laced our fingers together, enjoying the feel of how his big palms encased my smaller ones. I looked up at him, meeting his gaze. I then forced a smile.
"Don't worry about me." I told him. He searched my face, but I gave him nothing to go off of. I then released his hands and headed back to the house. I threw him another, longing gaze over my shoulder before I headed back inside.
"Well that was… interesting." Stefan began. Damon took in a breath, not ready to hear a lecture on how bad he was for Alex. He knew that. But he had tried to stay away and he couldn't. It wasn't in him to keep away anymore.
"I don't want to hear it." Damon said holding up a hand. He then turned around to see Stefan smirking behind him.
"I was only going to say congratulations." Stefan said. "You finally got the girl."
"I always had the girl." Damon replied smugly. Stefan cocked an eyebrow. "It was just a matter of acting on it."
"So, what? Are you two like…" Stefan said. "Together? Dating? What's up?"
Damon rolled his eyes. He never thought he would be talking about girls with Stefan again, not after Katherine. He had to admit that when Alex told him, he was surprised that she was back. However, he had to ignore the slight skip of his heart when he heard she was in the building.
"We're having fun." Damon said. "No pressure. No labels."
"Right, ok." Stefan mused. "Like that always works out."
"Don't worry about me and Alex." Damon ordered, about to leave the scene. Stefan should not be giving Damon relationship advice, not if he wanted to live anyway.
"Alex and I." Stefan said. Damon rolled his eyes.
"Whatever." Damon spat. There was a long pause, but Damon could see that Stefan wanted to say more. "Alright. Let it out."
"What?" Stefan asked innocently. Damon gave him a look. Stefan then sighed. Although Damon hated when Stefan got all righteous on him, he was willing to listen to what his brother had to say.
"I just don't want you to mess this up." Stefan said. Damon furrowed his brow. "With Katherine back in the picture-"
"Don't tell me that you think I would pick Katherine over Alex." Damon warned. Stefan held up his hands in surrender. Damon was appalled that Stefan would even think such a thing. Damon was a jerk, but he wouldn't do that to Alex. At least, he didn't think he would.
"I'm not saying you would." Stefan said. "But you did spend 145 years searching for her…"
Damon opened his mouth and then closed it. Stefan wasn't wrong, Damon had loved Katherine for over 100 years. Feelings like that just didn't go away. But he had a good thing going with Alex, so why would he mess that up? Besides, Katherine made it clear that she was no longer interested and Damon shouldn't be pining after her anymore. That mean it didn't still hurt when he thought about it.
"Like I said." Damon said in a low voice. "Don't worry about me and Alex."
"I know you don't want to hurt her intentionally." Stefan said. "But… just don't be a disappointment to her."
Damon narrowed his eyes and turned away from Stefan. He wasn't going to mess this up. Not again. He didn't want to be on the list of Alex's disappointments that she already had. He wasn't going to hurt her again.
Mom drove us home and I immediately felt better knowing that Katherine could not get inside. Of course, mom had no idea that anything was wrong, so I had to play it cool and not let her know that I was seriously terrified, constantly looking over my shoulder because now Damon and Stefan's murderous ex was back and hell bent on getting what she wanted.
"I'm going to make some popcorn." Mom said. "Pop in a movie?"
I nodded wordlessly and bent down to look through our meager stack of DVD's. Most of them were 80's flicks, which we had watched countless times. I needed something that would take my mind off of Katherine, so I picked 16 Candles and popped it in the DVD player.
Mom returned with a big bowl of popcorn and two cans of soda. We both then were engrossed in the film, laughing at every cheesy line and quoting it.
"Jake is so cute." Mom said, staring at the young actor on screen. "What's his name again?"
"Michael Schoeffling." I replied, placing a piece of popcorn on my tongue. I crunched it between my teeth, enjoying the taste of butter in my mouth.
"Did he ever do anything else?" Mom asked me, still staring at the screen.
"I think he was in Mermaids." I answered. She nodded and then we continued watching Molly Ringwald strut her stuff around the screen. Molly had always been one of my favorites. She was just so easy to relate to. It wasn't until we put Say Anything into the player that the doorbell rang. Mom stood up and went to the door, pulling it open.
"John." She said once the door was open. She sounded surprised, and frankly so was I. My eyes widened from my seat on the couch. His eyes flickered over to me and then back to my mom.
"I'm sorry to disturb you." He said, politely. "But I would like to speak to my…. Your daughter."
I couldn't see moms face, her back was to me. But I assumed that she was pretty shocked at his presence. I swallowed a handful of popcorn, not wanting to talk to him. But when mom turned to look at me, I knew that I had to. I sighed, standing up and taking her place at the door. John and I went out on the front step, and I closed the door behind me. He stood there awkwardly, rocking back and forth. He looked uncomfortable, and I tried not to let it show that I thought his nervousness was funny.
"You look better." I said. For someone who had just had his fingers cut off and had been stabbed, he looked pretty well.
"I have your friend Stefan to thank for that." He grumbled, although I didn't think that he was really thankful. "I just wanted to stop by and tell you that I'm leaving."
I wasn't expecting that. After all he had done to get back into my life, he was already leaving. Although, I wasn't complaining because hell he tried to kill Damon. I couldn't forgive him for that, even if he was doing what he thought was right, and in his own way he was trying to protect me.
"That's probably for the best." I said. He gave one curt nod, and I could see that he wanted me to tell him to stay. I wouldn't though. I couldn't, even if he really did care about me and it wasn't just an act. He just caused too much pain and too many memories. I couldn't put my mom through that anymore, even if he was my father.
"I want you to have this." John said and held out something for me. I took it, recognizing it as a wooden stake. I glanced down at it and back up at him.
"A stake?" I asked him. He nodded and then took it, turning it over in my hand.
"I carved the Gilbert family crest into it." He said. I let my fingers trail over the symbol. "I thought you should have it. Just in case."
I rolled it over in my hands. It was lightweight and sturdy. If I could ever get the skills to use it, I would like having it, especially with Katherine on the loose. I looked back up at John and nodded to him.
"Thank you." I said genuinely. He smiled slightly. I could see that he was sad to go, possibly not wanting to leave because he hadn't completed his mission. Not only had he come to kill all the vampires, but he claimed to have wanted a relationship with me. Now, he would never have that.
"You are a Gilbert." He told me. "Not because of me. But you deserve that name just as much as Elena and Jeremy do."
I swallowed, a lump forming in my throat. I knew that John was flawed, and he had made a lot of mistakes in his life, especially when it came to me. But seeing him now, so vulnerable and so weak… it made me remember that he was still human. We all made mistakes and we all had the chance to fix them. He was trying to fix his.
"Why didn't you say anything about Elena being your daughter?" I asked him. I was still trying to process this whole thing with Elena, how we were now sisters.
"Lauren was already pregnant when Isobel told me that she was too." John said. "I was young, and stupid. I couldn't be the father that either one of you deserved."
I nodded. He then tried to reach for me, but he stopped himself and dropped his hand. I met his gaze and he sighed.
"I'm so sorry, for everything I have done." He said to me. "But I won't bother you anymore."
He then turned and started walking down the steps. I blinked a few times and looked down at my new weapon. I didn't stop him as he climbed into his car. I simply waved to him as he drove off. I sighed and opened the front door, hiding the stake in my pocket so my mom wouldn't see it.
"So?" Mom said. "What did he want?"
"To say goodbye." I replied. I then sat down and silently watched the movie. Mom didn't pry for any more information and she slipped her arm around my shoulder. I couldn't help the slight depression that sunk in after he was gone.
Damon returned to the boarding house and poured himself a drink. He brought it up to his lips, but something wasn't right. He wasn't alone.
"Very brave of you to come here."
He turned and sitting on the couch was no one other than Katherine. She looked just as beautiful as he remembered. He felt a pit grow in his gut.
"I wanted to say goodbye." She said.
"Leaving so soon?" He asked.
"I know when I'm not wanted." Katherine said. Damon rolled his eyes and turned to go back to his bedroom. She ran right in front of him. "What? No goodbye kiss?"
"How about I kill you instead?" Damon suggested. Katherine narrowed her eyes at him. When she said nothing more he pushed past her, moving toward the stairs.
"I met her you know." Katherine said. Damon halted. "Your little Katherine replacement."
"I didn't need a replacement." Damon said. "I needed something better."
"And that's what you came up with?" Katherine asked disgusted. "At least Stefan still has good taste."
Damon angrily shoved Katherine up against the wall, his hand around her throat. Katherine didn't look surprised, she actually looked amused. Damon set an evil glare on her.
"Don't you ever say anything about Alex." Damon muttered through his teeth. Katherine smirked.
"Looks like you got over me pretty quick." Katherine mused. She then shoved Damon off of her with ease, knocking him to the ground. She was then on top of him, straddling his waist. "But I guess you need a reminder of what a real woman is like."
Damon would lie if he said he wasn't still attracted to Katherine. He also would be lying if he said he wasn't tempted by the way they were positioned at that moment. She leaned down, her lips so close to his that if he moved a fraction they would be touching. Damon closed his eyes. He had waited for this for so long. He was so hell bent on bringing her back, just for this. What would it hurt if he kissed her? Alex would never have to know, and besides they weren't actually a couple. They were having fun, just like he told Stefan. What was one little kiss?
But then he thought of how heartbroken she would be if she ever found out. How would he explain to her that in a moment of weakness, he kissed his crazy ex who had broken his heart into pieces? He didn't want to hurt Alex that was the last thing he wanted.
"Stop." Damon said pushing Katherine off him. She was surprised and hit the wall across the room. Damon stood up and met her glaring gaze. She lunged, catching him and throwing him into a table. It splintered across the floor.
"You know what?" Katherine said angrily. She grabbed hold of Damon's throat, squeezing. "It doesn't matter. Do what you want with your little human. I didn't come back here for you."
"Why are you here Katherine?" He asked when she released her hold on his throat. She chuckled, an evil smirk on her face.
"I came back for Stefan." Katherine admitted. "It's always been Stefan."
Damon felt his heart break all over again. She gave him a mean, spiteful look before she was gone. If it had always been Stefan that she loved, then Damon had wasted his whole life trying to get her back. He hated her. He absolutely hated her.
Damon picked himself up, brushing off the wooden splinters off his shirt. Katherine needed to go. And Damon was going to do it himself.
Caroline Forbes laid in the hospital bed, sleeping. She felt immensely better, which she didn't understand because from what the doctors had told her, she had had internal bleeding and they didn't understand how quick she had recovered. She felt great actually, like nothing had happened at all.
She jolted awake, hearing the sound of the TV she had left on. She grumbled as she flipped it off, eyes still slightly closed. However, when she did open her eyes she found that she was not alone.
"Elena?" She said. The brown haired girl sauntered over to Caroline's bed side. It was after visiting hours so she didn't understand how she even got in.
"Hello Caroline." She said, but she didn't sound like Elena. The voice was there, but the way she spoke was different.
"What are you doing here?" Caroline asked. Elena leaned over, close to Carolines face.
"My name is Katherine." She said. Caroline furrowed her brow. "I was hoping you could give the Salvatore brothers a message for me."
"What are you talking about?" Caroline asked. Why was Elena saying that she was Katherine? "What message?"
"Game on." Katherine said, grabbing Caroline's pillow and shoving it on her face. Caroline started to panic, screaming into the pillow and trying to fight her off. But this Katherine person was strong, and she wasn't letting up in the least. Caroline could feel herself becoming dizzy, the lack of oxygen slowing her down. It wasn't long before she had no more oxygen left and she completely quit, falling limp in her bed.
Katherine let go once she was sure Caroline was dead. She then smirked and turned toward the door. Stefan and Damon had no idea what was coming for them.