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Katherine

I wrap my arms around myself as I tremble in the cold dark tomb. I can't feel my fingertips or toes anymore, and I can't see six inches in front of my face. My hair is frizzy, and my dress is tattered now. Klaus is coming after me, and Stefan doesn't even care. He left me here, alone, to go and be with his precious Elena.

Elena this, Elena that, it's all I heard when he was in here. She's just the happy-go-lucky-loving version of me. I saw her when Stefan tried to torture me, she is a shorter, duller, dumber, and shyer version of me. Major difference is that she is so clingy and needy, and with Stefan, it's too much love. There is no balance on the scale; it's all lovelovelovelovelove. Eventually the scale will have too much love and tip over completely, and that relationship will be as toasted as Damon was when he declared his love for Elena.

Dare I say gag?

Goodbye, Katherine.

I can't decide whether Stefan's cold-shoulder made me more sad or mad. Okay, yes, I admit, teasing Stefan with my body like that was cruel, but jeez! Did I hang Elena by his hand in his nightmares? No. And it's not like he pulled out of that fantasy very quickly.

I lie on the stone table he lay on before. I hear someone coming down the stairway, but I don't move. If Elijah sells me out to Klaus, which he will, I'll be killed. And maybe before that, he'll use me. Maybe this dress is going to come off anyway.

I shiver. God, that's a scary thought . . .

The stone scraps against the tomb and I hear a grunt. I pretend I don't recognize Stefan's breathing. I turn over and pull my legs up to my chest and ignore him.

I feel his hand on my shoulder and I jerk. "Kat?"

Kat? What am I, a whiskerless, sexy, hairless feline? "Stefan?"

"Katherine, I want to tell you . . ." He says.

I shrug his hand off. "Why did you come in here? Miss me?"

"I can walk in and out as I please," he informs me.

"Aw," I raise the pitch in my voice with each syllable. "Thanks to sweet little Elena, you were saved by Elijah! Ah! How romantic."

"Katherine." Stefan sits behind my knees. "I'm sorry about leaving you down here."

I scoot away from him. "I don't have you're moonstone anymore, what else do you want from me?"

"I brought you this." He taps a bag of blood into my back.

I bite down on my lower lip, try not to make a grab for it. "For what? I have nothing to give you in return." I roll over and give him a naughty grin. "Unless you want my dress."

He rolls his eyes and shoves the baggie under my nose.

As much as I want to grab it, sink my fangs into it and suck it until it's clear again, I hold back and push it back at him. "I prefer it at ninety eight degrees, not chilled. I'm not a mocha-frap kind of girl."

"Really?" Stefan says, not about the coffee comment, about how I won't take the blood because it's not live. "Don't be so immature."

Immature? I'm how many years older than him? Fool. "Hey, bring me a Gilbert boy, and I'll be happy."

Stefan squeezes his eyes shut and drops the bag in front of me. "Okay, do whatever you want with the blood. I just want to talk to you."

"Ha!" I say. "Because people are definitely standing in line for my company."

"Katherine." Stefan puts his hand on my waist. "I want to get you out of here."

I stand up and rush away from him. "Bull! You want protection for your little Elena! All you want is for her to be okay, I don't matter to you and you know it!"

"You do matter!" Stefan yelled back. He suddenly looked like he just told Elena he was dating that werewolf pup, Matt, that druggie Sarah and I created. What's his name? Tyson? Tyler. Hmm, Stefan and Tyler . . .

In a flash, Stefan was gone.

I slowly walked to the entrance of the tomb and extend my hand into the empty air. Soon enough my hand presses into the barrier, as I knew it would.

I'm a captive of Elijah, who will sell me to an Original for a song, and Stefan won't even bat one of his amazing eyes.