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~VDS~

Katherine scowled, feeling very irritated as she crawled into bed that evening. Following her spectacular waterworks performance that afternoon, the rest of the day had been extraordinarily boring for her. She had been forced to stay in the library under the watchful eye of Bobby. And she had not been allowed to touch anything! Bobby did not trust Katherine; therefore, he did not trust her with his rare – as well as expensive – books.

Not being allowed to touch the books or look through them had really bothered Katherine. It also put a wrench in her plans. She had planned to start researching the Cure right away; after all, she didn't know what it was exactly, or if it would have any weird side effects on her body. Katherine had also wanted to try to start looking for a way to become a vampire again. But without any books or access to the internet, she was seriously limited with what she could do.

The only thing Katherine had done that afternoon was doodle with a pen and stack of paper. She doodled endlessly, and had even started drawing mini-comics where she was the main heroine and Elena was the manipulative villain, who would always die.

When Katherine had been told she could head upstairs, she could not have been happier. I hate this, she thought tiredly, as she stared up at the dark ceiling of her new bedroom. I can't let this continue on. She didn't want to be stuck as a human, living her life out day-by-day, trying so hard to survive. She wanted to be powerful, feared, and have everything she wanted simply by just using compulsion.

"I need to become a vampire again…" Katherine mumbled to herself as she rolled onto her side, yawned, and closed her eyes.

~VDS~

CRASH!

Katherine was startled awake. She sat up quickly, looking around the room, trying to see where the loud sound had come from. Not seeing anything, Katherine frowned.

I was sure I heard something, she thought as she kicked away the blankets and rose from the bed. Katherine grabbed the nearby sweater Bobby had given her and pulled it on. She also slipped on her socks – seeing as how she didn't like sleeping with them on.

Katherine padded out of the room and down the hallway. She took the steps down the staircase carefully, knowing that now she was human, she was definitely more likely to trip and fall down.

When she made it downstairs to the main floor, Katherine hurried quietly down the hall and poked her head into the library. She didn't see anyone in the room, but there was an illuminating light coming from the other half of the room, right where the kitchen was. Trying to be really quiet, Katherine tiptoed through the library to the edge of the kitchen. The lamp on the table – full of books, papers, pens, and other things – was turned on, making the kitchen light enough that someone could see. Kneeling on the floor by the fridge, sweeping shards of broken glass into a dustpan, was a man. This man obviously lived here, but Katherine had not seen him at all during the day, or heard any mention of him.

The man had still not noticed Katherine yet, so she shuffled a bit into the kitchen, making sure to drag her socked-feet across the dirty, tiled floor. Finally, his head snapped up and he looked directly at her. Katherine noticed that he had brown eyes with a touch of light green, a perfect mixture. They were beautiful, resembling the fresh forest, while seeming to take in the world around.

"Hello," Katherine greeted softly, her voice sounding as though it was floating around the kitchen.

"Hi..." The man replied slowly, almost carefully. He seemed to be staring at a spot over Katherine's shoulder; never once did he allow his gaze to drift over to her. She even looked over her shoulder to see what the man found so interesting, but she didn't see anything other than just the library.

Shrugging her shoulders, Katherine gestured to the mess of glass. "Need any help?"

He didn't say anything… well, at least to her. He mumbled quietly, looking as though he was talking to himself. His gaze would keep flickering back in her general direction while he was going on. Whenever he noticed that she was watching him, he would quickly look away and try to act like he hadn't been caught. Finally, after what seemed like ten minutes, he spoke, "Er – no, thank you. I can handle it."

"Okay," she nodded her head, watching as he quickly swept up the remaining shards of glass into the dustpan. When he was done, he rose to his feet, finally giving Katherine a good and full view of him.

He was really tall, easily standing a foot over Katherine's height of 5'3". He had a muscular build, broad shoulders, and Katherine could also tell that he probably had a muscular chest as well. His hair was smooth and brown, coming to about his shoulders. His sideburns – Katherine noted – were a bit long and funny-looking. Good, she couldn't help but think with a sort of smug satisfaction. He isn't perfect-looking.

"My name is Katherine." She introduced herself, making sure to give him a look that obviously showed she wanted to know who he was.

"Sam," he replied as he emptied the dustpan into the garbage can. "Dean is my older brother." He paused for a moment, making Katherine wonder if he was internally debating with himself on whether he should continue talking to her or not. Eventually though, he added, "What are you doing here?"

Katherine smiled gently, knowing she was putting her most convincing expression on her face. "Just recently I ran into some trouble. I had nowhere to go," she wiped at her eyes with her fingers as though she was about to cry, "and Bobby – as well as Dean – have agreed to help me out. I am so thankful. I wouldn't know what to do without their help."

Sam put the dustpan away, and grabbed another glass from the cabinet. Katherine noticed that he glanced at the fridge for a moment – she knew he was deciding if he still wanted something from it – before he turned around and filled his glass up with water from the tap. As he was drinking his water, Sam continuously glanced in Katherine's direction, looking almost nervous and anxious. Katherine wondered what was up with him – something was definitely not right.

"Well…" Sam started speaking, keeping his voice low and slow, as though he didn't think Katherine could understand what he was saying. He placed his now-empty glass into the kitchen sink. "I'll be heading to bed now…"

"Me too," she agreed with a soft smile, trying to look sweet and nice.

"Goodnight…" Sam said to her, sounding and looking awkward.

"Goodnight, Sam." Katherine replied. Before he could say anything else, she whirled around and left the kitchen, heading back upstairs to her bedroom.

Katherine closed her bedroom door and crawled back into bed. She lay on her side, looking out the window, which overlooked the side of Bobby's yard.

Katherine knew it would be easier for her if she could convince everyone in the house that she was only just a simple, young woman – not just a vampire turned human – who was trying to get back on her feet. So far, from what she could tell, Sam looked convinced. She would just have to work on Dean and Bobby a bit more – and Katherine was completely confident in her abilities to convince them. She just didn't need them keeping a watchful eye on her while she was trying to find a way to become a vampire again.

Closing her eyes, Katherine slowly drifted off into a whirlwind of dreams.

~VDS~

That's it for this chapter. Just a filler chapter, really – all stories need them. I needed to introduce Katherine to Sam.

Sam is also still currently out of it. After all, he is still recovering from having the wall broken down in his mind. One more thing, the next chapter might feature a time-skip. I'm not sure yet. I'm still deciding on what I should do.