Katherine woke. Licking her dry lips, she lifted her hand to her bloody neck. Her fingers ran over two holes in the side of her neck. Katherine took in her surroundings. A coffin was centered in a dusty old church. Light streamed through the two broken windows. As she stiffly got up everything came flooding back to her, opening Michael's coffin, him attacking, sinking his pointed teeth into her silky skin. She should be dead. Why didn't Michael kill her while he had the chance? Cracking her knuckles, Katherine looked at her blood stained clothes, she couldn't go back to Mystic Falls covered in blood. Oh well, Stefan and Damon would just have to explain why she arrived back in town covered in blood. Katherine slammed into the doors that led outside. The sun hit her and she almost felt thankful, she heard the tiny chirps of birds and the leaves rustling. She looked around for the car she had come with. It was gone. She sneered at Damon in her head. She would have to find a way to retaliate. With a new dangerous spring in her step, she started making her way back home.