Author's Note: Okay, so I am so so sorry about not updating for six months, but I have goods reasons as to why I have been MIA for six months. Which I will explain at the end of this chapter, in the author's notes. Also as you can see I changed my name from Winterangel44 to Miss Wicked Lovely. I hope you aren't confused.

I will also explain my thoughts about Season 4 at the end of this chapter in the author's notes. Right now I want to focus on getting you to read this story.

So read, enjoy, and tell me your thoughts.

Part One: Chapter Fifteen

"Deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance."— Oscar Wilde

"Romantic love is mental illness. But it's a pleasurable one. It's a drug. It distorts reality, and that's the point of it. It would be impossible to fall in love with someone that you really saw."— Fran Lebowitz

"Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself - and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is." ― Oscar Wilde

[1492/England]

Donatella breathed deeply. The damp, musky smell of the dungeon she was in filled her lungs, but Donatella's senses were off as she felt the ecstasy of power flow through her veins. The Recessit's power felt like warmed oil. It felt good, but you couldn't help but feel odd.

Smiling, Donatella focused on gathering her magic. Killing Klaus was not going to be easy. He was old and age was an important factor in the supernatural world but then again so was power. And Donatella had a surplus of it. She could feel it as it whipped through her hair and pounded like a second heartbeat. She could do this.

She could do this. Her smile grew wider as more power rushed to her.

Damnation was approaching.

Carolina tossed and turned.. She could not sleep. Heavy rain was pounding at the windows of her room and Carolina could not help but think that something bad was coming. Of course something bad was coming her best friend was scheduled to die next week.

Caroline frowned more. Klaus was trying to kill her best friend. But certainly it was for a good cause. He was going to allow all vampires to go back into the sun; allow her to go back into the sun. And if that allowed her to go out into the sunlight like a regular person then surely what Klaus was doing was justified, right?

Shame suddenly wrapped its arm around her. What was she thinking? What was she doing trying to justify Klaus's premeditated murder plot. This was Katerina's life she was thinking about she could not let her friend die.

But wouldn't it be easier too?

With Katerina gone Carolina could finally get all the attention she deserved. Carolina could have Klaus and get married and be happy. Finally she could be on top.

No. No. No.

No.

Carolina frowning intensified (she really needed to stop frowning so much or else she would get wrinkles) and she gripped her blonde hair tightly as she tugged roughly at it. She could not think those kind of thoughts. It was her jealousy and madness that got her into this position in the first place. Carolina would not allow it to dig her into a deeper hole.

It was time to think about other things like the fact that Katerina can't look at you anymore because you are a blood sucking demon.

Yes, it was going to be a long night.

Katerina's window over looked Klaus's beautiful gardens. The flowers transitioned from light to dark leaving no color out. It represented Katerina's mood as of late.

Sleeping had done nothing but to give her horrible nightmares about her friend trying to eat her. It did not help also that the first thing she looked to for comfort for these dreams was Carolina's dream catcher. Katerina sighed and turned over in her bed. This was supposed to be her happily ever after and it turned out to be a thinly veiled nightmare. Her Prince was a devil with an angel's appearance, her best friend was turned into one of the lesser devils, and as it turned out Katerina did not even own her own face.

Katerina got off the bed to wander to the vanity and look into the mirror. All she saw in the little candle light that she had was a girl with brown eyes and hair and olive skin to compliment it. She raised her hand, tentatively touching her face as she watched herself in the mirror. Katerina did not have her own face. Everything from head to toe was all part of a set: the doppelgänger set

Did she even have the same personality as the past doppelgänger? Was she even her own person? Or someone doomed to live and die and not remember a thing about her past lives? No. It might be possible to have the same face but not the same personality. Katerina smiled. If she was destined to be part of a set then she would not blend into history as another no named copy. Oh no.

Katerina was not a Petrova for nothing. No, of Katerina was going to go down in history, she would go down as THE doppelgänger. Not just a doppelgänger. And in order to do that she needed to live.

And thanks to Trevor she would.

Trevor sat staring into the fire that crackled in his fire place. The flames snapped up then died down in his fire place, looking to see which piece of flame could jump the highest. It was odd that fire was what poets used most to describe life. It lived but destroyed the very thing it needed for survival, essentially killing itself slowly. Was that life? If not then surely it must just describe his.

Trevor leaned back into his chair, slumping down in it lower than he had been before. "What am I doing?" he whispered to himself. He brought a pipe to his lips and took in a quick puff of the tobacco.

"That is a disgusting habit."

An easy smile crawled up Trevor's lips, though he still faced the fire. "You just hate the smell of the smoke," he countered, blowing smoke out of his nose.

"That is what makes it disgusting." Rose made herself visible and sat down on an armchair, her feet dangling off one side. "I thought you had stopped fifty years ago."

"I'm stressed."

"Over what? You have the doppelgänger, you gave her to Klaus. What else could you be stressed over?"

Trevor took a quick puff of his pipe.

"Everything really." Trevor took another hefty puff of his pipes and Rose watched as the smoke curled out of his mouth then into thin wisps of air stinking up the room.

"You need to relax Trevor. Soon all will be well," Rose reassured. Trevor highly doubted it.

Remember the plan Carolina! Just remind yourself of its importance!

Klaus's presence to Carolina was like sun light straight to the skin, right now. It burned her to see the man that she used to pine for act all sweet and kind to both her and her best friend. He had the face of an angel but the cunning of a devil and it made her stomach turn.

"Come now sweetheart, tell me what's bothering you." Carolina looked up from her lap and sent a weak smile in Klaus's direction. Previously, Carolina would have been jumping at the chance to be alone like this with him, but then she would beat herself back down and become the confident and independent woman that she was trying to be.

Klaus returned her smile with a dimpled smirk. "What makes you think anything is bothering me?" Carolina said, looking at him from under her lashes. She felt sick doing this; distracting Klaus with her body while Trevor made plans for their escape. It made her feel like she was back at the opera house, trying to pleasure her clients.

"Well you are silent instead of babbling which I adore much more," Klaus said with a certain twinkle in his eyes. Carolina almost melted before she reminded herself that this man was trying to kill her best friend.

"You have to distract him." Carolina smiled again and wished that the man had at least one imperfection that she could point out with her enhanced eyes. If she could, doing this would be so much easier.

Caroline looked around the room. Doing what she was doing, did that make her a bad person? The man was trying to kill her best friend but according to what Trevor had told her and what she read, he was doing this so that all vampires could walk in the sunlight without being burned.

But did that make Klaus the good guy?

"I was thinking about my life before I met you," Carolina said. It was not a complete lie. Life was so much simpler when she was a human. She had Katerina and all she really had to worry about was who was going to care for Katerina when Carolina inevitably lost her mind at eighteen. Now she had to worry about distracting Klaus so that Trevor could lay the proper plan so that Katerina and she could both escape with their lives.

Oh, the woes of an eternally seventeen year old vampire!

"How was life before you met me? Boring is what I assume." Klaus said. Carolina giggled.

"Yes, it was a little boring, but simple. It was quite nice now that I think about it." Why did she leave?

"So," Carolina chirped, not liking how the mood was turning sour. "What about your life?"

Klaus smirked at her, "I have lived many lives, sweetheart. Which life are you asking about?"

"The most exciting one."

Klaus smiled and leaned back. Carolina slowly sucked in her breath. The light was hitting his face in such a way that his eyes and hair shone giving him an ethereal look. He looked so young and innocent. As if he was not a thousand years old, but a young man with many possibilities laid out in front of him.

He's a killer Carolina! He is trying to kill your best friends. He's a killer. He's a killer. He's a killer. Carolina reminded herself. He made it too damn easy to forget who he was.

"I believe my most exciting life was when I was fighting in a war." Carolina's head snapped up to look at him with an emotion akin to shock on her face. Klaus simply grinned. "I was very bored at the time so I decided to join a war. I forgot which war it was because I have seen so many of them in my time, but I knew that it was exciting."

"Yes," Carolina snorted. "Killing hundreds must have really been entertaining." Klaus' smile disappeared slightly as the comment reached his ears. Caroline quickly covered her mouth at what she had just said and quickly tried to make amends. "I'm sorry. I have a very loose tongue that seems to enjoy getting me into trouble…" Carolina started to ramble and did not notice Klaus's shoulders shaking.

Soon enough Klaus threw his head back in laughter, scaring Carolina. He gave her a wide smile as he leaned closer to her his lips almost grazing her own.

"You know killing would be much more fun if I had a partner. Someone who is beautiful…" Klaus' hands were grazing her sides and Carolina couldn't help, but shiver. This felt good, but wrong. She wanted this, she wanted this so badly! But the circumstances of the situation that she was in; that he had put her in. "But," Klaus added quickly. "I want someone who isn't afraid to get her hands a little dirty."

Was it wrong that she felt that part of her stirring at his words? The madness that she tried to kept such a tight leash on was stirring loudly inside her, echoing through her body making her imagination run wild. Oh, the blood and screams they could drown in together! It would be glorious. They would be on top. They would have power.

Carolina stared at him, a sweet smile on her face but a flame in her eye. "If my dress gets soiled, are you willing to buy me a new one?"

Klaus smiled and kissed her. It was really improper to kiss like they were all teeth and tongue. If a maid had walked in they probably wouldn't have noticed to absorbed in each other and the feeling of something hot and cold pouring into their skin as their lips touched. They never parted, knowing that they had no need to breathe.

Sadly, if they did look up just once, they would have noticed Rose peeking in through the doors with a look of disappointment in her eyes.

Elijah did not know what was wrong.

Katerina would not look at him or even breathe the same air as him. As soon as he got into the same room that she was occupying, the woman left in a flurry of silk and lace. The man wondered whether it was something he had said that last time that they were together, but as he reviewed his thoughts he could not remember anything that he may have said that could have been seen as offensive.

"Sir?"

Elijah turned to his witch. He nodded his eyes still glazed over with thought as she held out a light pink potion in her hands.

"The potion you requested is complete. It would serve you well to know that it will only work on the doppelgänger and no one else. Elijah nodded as he took the potion into his hands. Whether Katerina and he were on speaking terms or not he was determined to ensure her survival.

Trevor panted as he came down from his high. Pleasure was still shooting through his body and he looked down at his partner.

He had never thought that he would be so lucky as to catch the heart of this beautiful woman, but he had and he was thankful for it. He let himself fall, using her breast as a cushion.

She laughed, the vibrations thrumming down his body. "Do you love me Trevor?" she asked.

"More than anything, Katerina," he answered. Why bother ask? Was their love making not enough to prove that fact to her.

Katerina ran her hand through his hair and he hummed, liking the feeling as she rubbed his scalp with her tender fingers. "Then when are we leaving here? When will you make sure I am safe?" she asked. Worry was painted all over her tone and Trevor felt the urge to protect and reassure her more than anything consume him like fire. He shifted to his elbows so that he could lean over and kiss her, hoping that some of his confidence and love would go into her reassuring her of his plan.

"The day of the sacrifice the castle will be in so much disorder that they will not pay much attention to us. The Originals will send me to watch over you to keep you safe. We will leave then." A frown was now marring her face.

"But is that not too close to the date?"

"Do not worry my love I will keep you safe," Trevor smiled. Katerina gave a small groan as Trevor left kisses down her slender neck.

"You want more already?"

"I always want more."

"When do you think you can get here, Mikael?"

"Give or take two days."

"Good, you will be here long before the sacrifice starts."

"Then start the preparations."

"I already have."

Author's Note: I know that chapter was bad. I know it was. It's just that I have lost my motivation for this story. I am still in love with Klaroline and will continue to write fanfiction on it, it is just that this story is just so hard to write for right now.

I was thinking about making another one, but then I would have to put this one on hold for like a long time. Anyways, I would like to say that I am NOT too excited for the latest season of TVD or the TO series premiere but I am still gonna watch both. The TO pilot though just urgh, TO doesn't really seem like it is about The Originals at all it just seems like its about the witches and how they need reclaim New Orleans and why the hell don't they just get Klaus kill Marcel and all his lackeys (it would be so much easier)! It seems like they only want to do this plan because they spent so much time coming up with it. And you all know I hate Hayley not only because of that stupid baby plot but since her character first spoke when she was in the Lockwood Mansion I knew she was going to be a bitch I hate.

So as for the reason why I have not updated in 6 months is because…

My grandmother passed away.

I went to go study in Spain.

I had to do a lot of thinking for this chapter.

I am writing my own novel.

School shit.

Yeah my parents are forcing me to write a novel. It is actually really fun and they want me to publish it. Yeah… anyways those are my excuses. Anyways I am now a Sophomore in high school so yay for me! I have a lot of things to do.

And some of you may have noticed that I changed my name from Winterangel44 to Miss Wicked Lovely. As to why I'm not too sure myself. I guess it was just time to grow up and change a little.

Anyhoo! Follow me on Tumblr for updates about my writing, random stuff about my life, and short little rants at miss – wicked – lovely . tumblr . com

Until next time,

Miss Wicked Lovely (Formerly Winterangel44)