Katherine

"Let me go!" I screamed. "Unhand me, you disgusting fiend!"

"Such nice things you call me, Katarina," Klaus purred as he dragged me by my upper arm into the abandoned house, it was miles from any civilization and no one will hear me cry out.

Klaus squeezed down on my arm and I cried out in pain. His mouth twisted into a smirk and he through me down on the hard floor. I glared up at him and stood up, only to feel a stake pierce into my thigh. I groaned and fell again, and when I looked up he was gone.

Someone coughed behind me and I whirled. Pain shot up my spine from my leg and I winced.

"Katherine?"

I squinted and saw the brown hair and hourglass figure. I sighed. "Hello, Lucy."

Lucy bit her lip and started playing with her hair. "Look, I'm sorry about the whole . . . sticking you in the tomb thing. I was . . . well, hateful."

I nodded. "I could tell."

I glanced behind her, at the werewolf I helped create and my exact duplicate. Tyler was bleeding badly through the gash in his ribs, and Elena was lying on the floor, unconscious. I nodded towards her. "Is she alive?"

Lucy shrugged. "Slightly, she is sliding fast. She needs vampire blood."

I ripped the stake out of my leg and bit back I scream. "She will never accept mine."

Lucy stared at me. "She's going to die, Katherine."

I shrugged. "I assumed as much."

She shook her head. "You can save her, Katherine!"

I shrugged again. "I am well aware, Lucy."

Elena moaned slightly and Lucy crawled to her side and began to stroke her hair. As badly as I didn't want Elena to die, I didn't want to share my blood either. And what Stefan didn't know won't hurt him.

I stood up slowly, my leg healing slowly now. I walked to the window and glanced out, wide-open field of yellowing weeds, a black van parked in the front and a brown Mustang behind that. I let out a shaky breath and look out on the dirt road, my lower lip quivering slightly. "Lucy?"

"Yes, Katherine?" She asks, slightly spiteful.

"Would it be possible to send something to . . . someone?" I ask, holding the end of Stefan's shirt in my hand.

Lucy muttered, "Yes, why?"

"I want to tell . . . I want to tell Stefan goodbye," I admitted.

She sighed. "Give her blood and I'll find you something to write on."

I quickly switched places with her and dug my long fingernail into my flesh. Elena mumbled something and I pressed my wrist onto her mouth. She resisted at first before swallowing down several gulps. I sighed and waited until she pulled back, and when she did she coughed.

"K-K-Katherine?" She stuttered.

I nodded. "Yeah."

"T-tell D-D-D. . . ." She swallowed hard. "I l-l-love him."

"Stefan?" I asked coldly.

"N-no." She shivered. "I l-love Damon."

I gawked at her. "Huh?"

She swallowed again, trembling. "D-Damon and I have been . . . dating behind . . . Stefan f-for a w-while. St-Stefan doesn't know."

I shook my head. "You . . . you and Damon?"

She nodded. "We've been . . . falling apart b-because of Stefan. He n-needs to know how I . . . feel."

I nodded. "I'll tell him."

"Katherine," Lucy said. She handed me a piece of parchment. "Write fast, Elijah is coming."

I wrote as quickly as I could, dipping my fingernail in the blood on my wrist and scribbling it down. It took me too long, but I handed it to Lucy, who muttered in Latin a moment, and the note caught fire and disappeared just as Elijah opened the door.

"Well, well, well," He said. "Someone sending final goodbyes?"