Chapter 2: Nothing Good Comes After Midnight

A/N: So this chapter's title is based off the song After Midnight by Dorothy. Yea, so here it is:

Kat fluttered her eyes open as the blanket of sleep was slowly lifted off of her. Adjusting her eyes to her surroundings she remembered the events of last night. Sighing, she lifted her head up to see Dean with his eyes closed and breathing heavily.

"Good he's still asleep."

Swiftly but quietly, Kat used her super speed to get out of bed. Flicking her hair into place, she looked around the room to notice the other man asleep in the adjacent bed. She could only assume it was the other agent. Dean had kicked him out when the couple arrived.

Putting on her clothes she started what she came to do in the first place. Take care of the hunters. She couldn't kill them, that would draw too much attention towards her. This time, she had to be a little more creative.

Wandering around the small room, she picked up Dean's jacket from the floor and searched the pockets. Phone. Wallet. FBI badge. It looked pretty damn real.

"Maybe they are just FBI," she thought, "Oh please, who am I kidding?"

Searching inside his wallet she discovered two twenty dollar bills and his driver's license. Dean Winchester.

"Special Agent Bonham my ass."

She glanced around the room for more evidence, her eyes stopping on the jacket of the younger Winchester. Sauntering towards the brown article of clothing she repeated the same process as she did with Dean's by going through all the nooks and crannies. Bingo. She fished out the keys to the Impala from the left inside pocket.

As she started to walk towards the door, she heard a disturbance coming from the bed closest to the door. Sam was waking up.

"Wha…"

Kat rapidly sped up towards him and gazed into his hazel eyes.

"Go back to sleep, forget you woke up."

Kat let out a breath of relief before glancing at Dean's sleeping form and speeding out the room.

…

She set her eyes upon the Impala, taking in a deep breath and making her way towards it.

Unlocking the passenger side door, she pulled open the glove compartment to reveal a handgun and two wallets containing multiple fake ID's that varied from homeland security to park rangers. Flicking through the one that belonged to the other 'agent', she discovered his driver's license. Sam Winchester.

"Huh, brothers. Cute," she murmured to herself a slight tone of mockery present in her voice.

Putting the items back, she slammed the glove compartment shut and scanned the rest of the vehicle before moving onto the trunk of the car.

Opening the trunk she discovered a large box containing multiple weapons.

"Holy shit," she whispered discreetly looking around for any witnesses.

"Oh yeah, they are most definitely hunters."

"What are you doing, Katalina?"

She heard an English accent speak up from behind her, instantly recognising the voice. Kol. Unclenching her jaw, she slowly turned around.

"Minding my own business. Unlike some," she retorted, giving him an icy glare, "These people, they are hunters. Just as we suspected."

"And how can you be so sure?" Kol pondered, slowly stepping towards the black vehicle.

"Take a look. You've got everything here. From holy water to nunchucks," she told Kol, gesturing at the array of weapons laid out in front of them.

"What is this? A machete?" she continued, "Wooden stakes? Kol they have exactly what they need to kill any one of us." The worry in her voice was evident.

"Well not all of us," Kol boasted with a smirk. He always loved being an original. He took pride in it, too much pride for that matter. It gave him an ego boost he certainly did not need.

"For once in your life could you care for other life besides yours?"

The older original scoffed.

"I mean this is all your fault. You took that poor girl and turned her into a monster only to hand her over to me, so she could be a pain in my ass instead of yours. But see, that's not the worst part. No, the worst part is that you let her kill all those innocent people first and now we have hunters back in Mystic Falls and the only reason you don't care is because you can't die," Katalina snapped back at him.

"Last time I checked, neither can you, darling," Kol said, his signature smirk plastered on his face.

"Wow. Out of everything I said, that's what you got. You're unbelievable," she said shaking her head, a smile of disbelief playing on her face.

"I just don't see why you care about these other vampires so much."

"I know our bodies are indestructible, yet I'm pretty sure you had your heart ripped out a long time ago," she hissed at him.

Kol glared at her looking like he wanted to rip out her throat. The sound of running water broke him out of his gaze, causing both immortal beings to glance at the motel door.

"Well, looks like your one night stand is up and awake," Kol said a condescending smirk taking over his previous emotions.

"Shut up," Katalina turned to glare at him only to be greeted by an empty space.

Sighing she shut the trunk of the Impala before rushing back to the room.

Dean seemed to be in the shower and Sam was still out cold so she returned the keys and left the room just as quickly as she came in.

…

"Damon? Stefan? Hello?" Katalina yelled out into the great boarding house only to have silence be the lonely reply.

Thinking they were probably dealing with the hybrid issue she rushed upstairs to check on Kol's pet after picking up a blood bag from the basement cooler.

"Carrie? I got you breakfast," she called out to be greeted by silence once more.

"Carrie?" She questioned again peeking inside the bathroom. Empty.

A look of worry and confusion took over her eyes.

"Shit."

A/N: So this was shorter chapter than the last one. I will be doing a chapter on Katalina's history with the Mikaelsons but that will come later. Also I thought I'd mention that for the name of my OC I really wanted to call her Katarina or Catarina but I thought that might be too confusing with Katherine being a character on TVD so that's just how the name Katalina came about.