Chapter 5

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Katherine Diary: Entry 9

Everything is going as planned, I guess. Except for the part where Elijah's left my ass in the dust! Why that little-

UGH!

Anyway I've sent Gavin unto the island to get the cure. I can't risk going there myself. Elena's there. And the Salvatores. And My favorite Original Bitch.

"Look. See that island over there?" I point at a mysterious mist covered island. Gavin shivers.

"Shit. That looks scary." He turns to a family of tourists. "Hey! Would you guys go hiking there?" The family looks at him like he's crazy, and the father shuffles his kids away. I roll my eyes.

"Only supernaturals can see the island," I say. I turn back and see that the family has hurried halfway down the block.

"But I'm human." He receives a slap behind the head.

"You're a hunter, you idiot." I throw my hands up in the air. "Literally my entire future is dependent on a puny human with a brain the size of a pea." Gavin shoves me lightly.

"Hey! Be nice. Why don't you go get the stupid cure yourself then, huh?"

"Sorry," I apologize, withholding my light giggles. I turn and squint to make out the shape of the island. "I would go myself but let's just say I'm not the most popular person on that island right now." I motion towards the island with my chin. "See that boat making its way there?" Gavin strains to see it, but nods. "The vampires on that boat would take pleasure in sending me six feet under."

"I wonder why," Gavin mutters jokingly. I smirk.

"Asshole. But with all seriousness, thank you for helping me. You didn't have to go this far." I bite my lip to keep myself from crying. What is happening to me? I never cry. Gavin smiles at me.

"First, you help me find my purpose in life; to kill nasty bloodsuckers like you. Secondly, you're my friend." He takes my hand in his hands. "Whatever happened between you and Elijah, you guys better fix it. You guys were perfect together. I can tell."

"Thanks Gavin. For everything." I wipe away tears. "Anyway, when you've got the cure, meet me in Willoughby, Pennsylvania. Be careful though," I warn, sniffling. "There might be some people after you."

"Don't worry. I'll be fine." Gavin straightens his coat and walks away. "You know me. You can trust the pea-brained hunter to bring back your precious cure," he calls out behind his back. "And stop being a cry baby."

Me? Crying? Never.

So anyway, I'm just crashing at this old lady's house. I think her name is Ms. Adler, and she already knows I'm a vampire. The best thing about this town is that absolutely no one is on vervain.

And I'm fine. Really. All Elijah's betrayal proves is that I was right; It's better to be on your own. The only person you can trust is yourself. To be honest, I can't believe how stupid I acted. I abandoned the morals that had kept my alive running for almost 5 centuries. And now that I'm back, I must admit, it feels good to be me again. Elijah was right. I am sassy.

Elijah's Diary: Entry 2

I do not understand why I continue to keep up with this child's notion. Sentiment, I believe, is the driving force that urged me to pick up this pen and write.

I love my sister. I love her dearly, and I cannot believe that Katarina made me choose between her and my family. I suppose that she felt hurt, and I honestly cannot blame her. Once again, I have betrayed her trust. I would not be surprised if she has surpassed the point of no return. If not, it would be even harder to awaken the human girl I fell in love with.

Yes, I made a promise to Katarina. But I also made a promise to Rebekah as well. Always and forever. Although I cannot say I'll sleep better tonight, at least I can have some peace of mind.

Katherine's Diary: Entry 10

Ms. Adler told me that there wasn't any cellphone service on the island where Gavin is so diligently looking for the cure. 48 hours. That's how long I'll wait before I haul my cute ass to that goddamn rock.

Anyway, Ms. Adler is driving me nuts! She's always ordering me around.

"What are you doing you lazy girl? Make yourself useful and do some laundry!"

"Can't you see I'm trying to sleep? Stop making such a racket!"

"Stop singing! My old farts sound better than you!"

"Can't you move any faster? I'm nearly 80 and I can still run circles around you."

God. Sometimes I just want to just snap the old lady's neck and be done with it. Earlier today, I dyed all her underwear pink just to get back at her for all the shit she put my through. Honestly, I've never worked so hard in my life! I never understood what made the old woman so bitter. But today, I found out a little bit about her.

"Is this your sister?" I asked. I hold up an old photograph and point to a young girl in the family portrait. Ms. Adler nods. "Where is she now?" Her face grows stony.

"She's dead," the old woman replies shakily. "My whole family. Killed in the Holocaust." I bite my lip and place the photo back on the table.

"Well you must have some family," I say lightly. "A husband or cousins."

"Nope. No family." She shakes her head. "I never even got married. Though I did have many boyfriends…" She taps her chin, trying to remember.

"I'm sure you did," I laugh. But then I feel an overwhelming sadness. I didn't have a family. And I was never even married either. "Do you regret it?" I ask suddenly. "Do you regret not getting married or starting a family?" Ms. Adler looks me straight in the eye.

"Everyday, Ms. Katherine. Everyday." She clears her throat. "You better get started. Those dishes in the sink aren't going to clean themselves." Ms. Adler leaves to go grocery shopping, and I run upstairs to her room. I quickly gather up all the pink underwear and burn it outside in the yard. I am soooo lucky she didn't see that.

Gavin's hand grasped the rock tightly, and he hoisted himself up to the top of the cliff. Halfway on his journey towards the island, his boat was caught in a wave that hurled it straight towards the rocks. His boat, unfortunately, was smashed into smithereens. There wasn't any going back even if he wanted too.

Gavin was going to kill Katherine. He had just spent almost 6 hours climbing from the rocks to the cliffs, before finally reaching the top. If it hadn't been for his vigorous training habits, he wasn't even sure if he could have made it.

Plopping his backpack down, he stretched and reached for his canteen of water. After resting for several moments, he retrieved his bag and began to hike north. But soon, he realized that one, he was not alone. And two, he was not welcome. Out of the corner of his eye, natives were trailing him, daggers in hand. They didn't get too close though. Gavin quickened his pace before running straight into an open field. Was that smoke? Gavin squinted and saw figures moving around a fire. He pulled out an envelope that Katherine had given him, and took out the photos within.

"See this here? That's Original Barbie, or Barbie Klaus." Katherine sniffed disdainfully. "But to me, she's just the Original Bitch." Gavin put the picture of Rebekah at the end of the pile and looked at the next one.

"Who are they?"

"The Salvatores, but you can just call them hottie 1 and hottie 2. And that's Professor Crazy," She said, pointing at the man in the picture.

"Is there any chance I'm going to get to know their real names?" Katherine shook her head.

"Not necessary. Unless you plan on having a nice chat with them, which I strongly recommend against." Gavin sighed loudly.

"Who else do I have to know?"

"Well there's my doppelganger, who looks basically exactly like me. Personally, I think I'm prettier." Gavin held up the picture of Elena to Katherine's face, trying to detect any differences. One glare from the vampire shut him up though. "Then there's her brother Jeremy, and the witch."

Gavin crept closer, skirting along the edges of the field. He quickly identified "Professor Crazy" and the witch, along with Jeremy. He was a hunter, wasn't he? Somehow, Gavin had to pull him aside and talk to him, because Gavin had no interest in handing over the cure to Katherine. He knew now that it was his purpose to cure and kill Silas. But by judging on how slow everybody was moving, it seemed that the others had no idea where the cure was on the island either. Gavin would have to find it himself before the vampires got ahold of it, and he would have to do it with or without the other hunter.

Katherine's Diary: Entry 11

Ms. Adler's house is filled with antique artifacts, stuff you would never see unless you lived in a museum. Mostly though, she has a rather large collection of ceramics and pottery art. I was helping her move a large vase, before I slipped and dropped it. Damn those 5 inch heels. Anyway, the vase dropped and shattered into a million pieces. Ms. Adler's chin started quivering and soon, the whole house was racked with sobs. What was I suppose to do? So I sat her down on the living room couch and waited until she stopped crying.

"Look," I said softly. "I'll buy you a new one." Ms. Adler starting sobbing again. I looked around helplessly.

"You can't get a new one," She managed between sniffles. "He made it for me."

"Who?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Noah." Ms. Adler wiped her nose before continuing. "I knew a man once. His name was Noah, and he was a wonderful potter." She motioned around the room. "Everything you see here was made by him. He made me everything you could think of, trying to win my heart. Glasses, bowls, vases, anything. He went on for almost twelve years."

"What happened?" I asked softly.

"We dated for three months," Ms. Adler continued, ignoring my question. "And one day, he called me asking if I was home. He sounded so excited. I was home, so he said that he wanted me to meet him at the town park, by the swings." She went into another crying fit before proceeding. "I waited for hours, and he never showed up. Finally, I went home and the next day, there was a police officer at my door telling me that Noah had been in a car accident." I squeezed my eyes shut, dreading to hear the rest of the story. "The car exploded on impact, but there was only one thing that survived. A ring. Noah had planned on proposing that afternoon."

"I'm so sorry," I said, tears streaming down my face. This woman had gone through so much. She had lost everybody she loved. I had paraded around for nearly 5 centuries, feeling sorry for myself. How could I have been so selfish?

"I made him wait twelve years before I gave him a chance," Ms. Adler said sullenly. "I was too busy caught up in my own world. Back then, I was young and partying. But he took a chance on me because he knew that I was the one for him. I mean for goodness sakes! He was going to propose after three months of dating!" She flattened out her skirt awkwardly and looked at me. "Look. I waited and postponed. I was stupid. And when I finally realized what was already in front of me, I only had a few moments to spend time with Noah before he was taken from me." She takes my face in her hands. "Promise me that when you find the right one, you won't let him go."

"I promise," I squeaked. She smiled and sniffled softly.

"Now sweep up the mess you made! An old lady like me might DIE stepping on one of the vase parts!"

So what does this all mean? Did I already find Mr. Right? I don't know. I mean yes, I know the answer. Sort of. But how can you be sure? I have loved many people. I loved Damon and Stefan. But I also have to admit, I loved Elijah. I mean I still love Elijah. I don't know. WHY IS LIFE SO CONFUSING?

After lunch, Ms. Adler put my on dishes duty (No surprise there). I could feel her smiling to herself as I groaned and rolled up my sleeve. She probably gets a kick out of ordering me around like a slave. But anyway, I dropped my necklace down the drain. It was a little silver star embedded with diamonds. I'm not one for trinkets and all, but for some reason, I freaked out.

It started with a scream. And then I began to yank at my hair. After that, I started pacing and muttering to myself like a mad woman. Finally, an idea hit me! I hurled open the cabinet doors beneath the sink and quickly cleared the contents within them.

"Oh my! What is going-"

"Hold this," I said, thrusting a bottle of dish soap into her hands. Finally, I laid my eyes on the pipes and began to viciously tear at them. Water sprouted everywhere and Ms. Adler screeched, mumbling incoherently to herself. I bit my lip and reached my hand within the pipes, feeling around until my fingers closed around a silver chain. "Ha!" I yelled triumphantly. But then, I surveyed the damage I had done around the kitchen. Ms. Adler looked furious, her wet hair dripping onto the floor.

"Clean this up now!" She ordered. I groaned and she stomped away, mumbling about how good help was so hard to find these days. Okay. So I did ruin her kitchen. But in my defense, the necklace was worth more than her house. I think. I looked at the star necklace once more before fastening it around my neck and tying up my hair.

"Do you see that constellation there?" Elijah asked. He stepped away from the telescope and beckoned me to come.

"Yea, I think." I lifted my head away and gazed at the stars.

"That's Andromeda," he said. We stared at the sky in silence for a few moments.

"It's amazing, really. I mean think about it. The light we see now is millions of years old."

"I know," Elijah agreed. "But it's unfortunate how little of the light we see now. Humanity sacrificed innovation for beauty, although I cannot understand why." He sighed sadly. "Just a hundred years ago, you could see thousands of other stars. "

"Well a lot can happen in a hundred years, Elijah." I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Look at everything around us. Skyscrapers were built, cars were invented, and if you really wanted to see the stars, you can probably become an astronaut." I shoved Elijah lightly. "Its better than it was a hundred years ago. Now, almost anything is possible."

So after I finished up cleaning up the kitchen, I plopped down on the living room couch. Honestly, cleaning is the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. And its exhausting too! Plus, it didn't help that Ms. Adler kept walking through the kitchen with her dirty slippers. When I say dirty, I mean dirty.

"You done, dear?" I opened an eye to see Ms. Adler standing over me. I groaned and put a pillow over my face.

"Go away," I growled. The old lady chuckled.

"You ruined my kitchen, but at least you managed to do a pretty good job of cleaning it up." I didn't reply, my eyes beginning to close with drowsiness. Ms. Adler shook me up violently, and I swear I was going to punch her in the face.

"Look lady. I don't care how old you are! Nobody gets in the way between me and my beauty sleep!" Ms. Adler snorted.

"Well nobody gets between me and my house. Dear god, woman. What possibly possessed you to attack my drainage pipes like that?" I sniffed disdainfully.

"It doesn't matter. You're house is like a hundred years old anyway. In my opinion, tearing up your drainage pipes actually improved its appearance." Ms. Adler gasped.

"Rude."

"It's the truth," I insisted. "Now go away." I stuffed my face under a pillow and waited for her to leave, but the bitch wouldn't move a muscle! Finally, she shuffled away a few steps, before calling something behind her that made my blood run cold.

"By the way, have you seen my underwear?"

"No," I lied. My voice was muffled by the pillow.

"Hm. Well it seems that I have no choice but to wear yours for the time being. I've always wanted to wear young people stuff." My eyes widened and I threw away the pillow.

"What!?" Ms. Adler waved a light blue colored piece of clothing in the air.

"What do you call this? Is this a thong?"

"That's a shoelace," I said, irritated. I grabbed the string out of her hand and she cackled loudly. "I'm surprised someone as old as you knows what a thong is."

"I'll have you know that I was quite, uh, cool, in my days. I was a real hipster."

"First of all, nobody who calls themselves a hipster is cool. Second of all, if you don't leave, I'm going to rip your head off."

"Alright, alright. I'm going." But I barely heard her shuffle out of the room before my eyes closed with sleep.

After saying her goodbyes to the old woman, Katherine headed straight for the island. Something was wrong. Gavin was either dead, or dying, or else she would have had the cure by now.

She wasn't in a good mood. For Katherine, when she wasn't in a good mood, it was like being pregnant. Times a hundred. Her mood improved, however, when she discovered that she was being followed. A native from the island. Quickly and quietly, Katherine snuck behind him and pinned him to a tree. Her hand held his neck in place.

"Where's the cure?" She hissed. "And answer quickly, or I'll compel you to eat your own fingers." The native began shouting in some foreign language, presumably yelling for help. "Screw this," Katherine murmured, and she proceeded to snap his neck. However, she did find a nice hatchet on the man, which might come in handy later.

Trenching through the mud in $500 boots was not her idea of fun. She continued on for a few miles, before hearing familiar voices. It was Jeremy and Elena. Elena was a vampire now, so she had to be careful. Quietly skirting around them through the trees, she soon noticed that she wasn't the only one spying on them. Another native crept up towards Elena and Jeremy below. It was time for her to make a decision. Did she really need the competition on the island? Katherine took another look at the pair below and groaned. She was too nice for her own good. Grabbing the hatchet she took from the other native, she embedded it into the man's spinal cord. Jeremy and Elena ran off, and Katherine soon realized the error in her mistake. Now, everyone knew that there was someone else on the island. Katherine would not make that mistake again.

She spent the night asleep in a tree. It was better than on the ground, where there were natives, vampires, and hunters. To be honest, Katherine was scared as shit. But that only fueled her fire. She was not in a good mood.

In the morning, she made her way over to the dead native, and took a few mouthfuls of his blood. It tasted stale and disgusting, but she had to keep up her strength.

"That wasn't very nice," a voice said behind her. Pain exploded at the back of her head, and she fell to her knees. Glaring at the figure above her, she growled, "Who the hell are you?" The witch didn't answer, but Katherine spotted him grasping an aged rock in his hands. Qetsiyah's tomb stone! Using her vampire speed, she reached for her knife and quickly sliced off the witch's hands. The man slunk to his knees in pain. "Who. The. Hell. Are. You. SPEAK!" Katherine pressed the edge of her knife against his neck.

"Massak," the witch stuttered.

"And how, Massak, did you acquire this tomb stone? Who did you get it from, and where are they now?" Tears spilled down the witch's face, but Katherine's heart had turned to stone.

"The Professor! The Professor. He gave it to me as payment."

"Why?"

"I helped him bring the hunter and another witch to Silas' tomb." Bonnie and Jeremy, Katherine thought.

"Well-" Damon's voice floated overhead. "Shit," Katherine cursed. She turned back and looked at the frightful witch. "Sorry, but confession time is over." Katherine snapped his neck, and tossed his body behind some bushes before quickly climbing up a tree to hide. Unfortunately, she realized her mistake. Qetsiyah's tombstone still laid on the ground, but it was too late to turn back now.

"Mind telling me where we're going?" Damon asked. He had vervain ropes around his neck, and looked like he had taken a beating. Right behind him was Gavin, and Katherine smiled. She knew she could trust him.

"The wishing well, which goes straight to her crypt," Gavin said. He looked around, making sure that no one was following him. "In the crypt lies Silas, and with Silas lies the cure." Wait. Why was he telling Damon so much? "Which will allow me to kill Silas, and the mission of the brotherhood of the five to an end." Shit. How could Katherine be so stupid? Of course. Gavin was a hunter, so he'd feel an obligation to kill Silas rather than to help her get the cure. "You're my leverage, Damon. I use you to get your witch friend to open the passage to Silas' crypt for me."

"Stupid, stupid," Katherine scolded herself. What was she going to do now? She was on her own. Katherine made a split decision to follow them. Gavin seemed to know where the tomb was, that sneaky little bastard. She was going to wring his skinny neck the moment he ceased to be of use.

"Wait a minute. You're using me to get to Bonnie Bennet?" Damon smirked, and Katherine sighed as he passed the tombstone. Damon was just a stupid as always. He never saw what was right in front of him. "Whoa, brother. You picked the wrong vampire."

"Well I guess we'll see about that," Gavin replied. He got a tingly feeling on his back, the feeling he got when there was a vampire around. It was probably just Damon.

"So here's the deal, Shrek," Damon said sarcastically. "My witch friend will open the passage for you, no leverage necessary. We don't care about Silas. All we want is the cure." Damon took a minute to catch his breath. God, the vervain ropes stung. "So you gotta settle on your share, we'll get out of you hair." Katherine smirked. Damon, just a witty as ever.

"You really don't understand, do you?" Gavin took a step towards Damon.

"No I don't understand," Damon replied, irritated. "So why don't you explain it."

"Silas is immortal," Gavin began. "I have to cram the cure down his throat in order to kill him."

"Yea but what does it have to do with me and my friends?"

"I need to use the cure against Silas. Your friends, they can't exactly have it now, can they."

"So you'll use it on Silas, and we'll use it on whoever wants to use it." Katherine smiled to herself. This was going to be good.

"You don't want to share it with us?" Damon asked.

"Even if I wanted to, I couldn't."

"Why can't you share it?" Damon could barely control his anger.

"So it is written," Gavin replied. "There is only one dose."

"Sorry if you're upset about the cure, Damon. But we got road to cover." Gavin pushed away some of the leaves in his way, and the two trudged forward. Katherine jumped down from her tree quietly and followed quickly behind. She tucked Qetsiyah's tombstone safe within her backpack and expanded her hearing to listen in on their conversation.

"I don't care about the cure," Damon scoffed. "Frankly, I don't understand why anyone wouldn't want to be a vampire." He leaned on a tree, trying to catch his breath. "Okay I admit my friends want the cure. And I want them to have it." Damon's voice dropped ten degrees cooler. "I get very upset when I can't provide for my loved ones." Katherine's eyes narrowed. No matter how much time passed, she still got a little jealous. "But tell me, Vaughn," Damon continued. "If all you're worried about is Bonnie the teenage witch, then why'd you save Jeremy and Elena yesterday?"

"How did I do that?"

"Big guy, white paint all over him. Stuck a hatchet in his spine." Gavin shook his head, and his blood ran cold.

"I don't remember doing such a thing." He yanked the vervain ropes, and Damon groaned in pain.

"We're on a remote island. There's you, me, and a bunch of unpleasant locals. You expect me to believe that someone else took out that monster truck of a human being that went after Jeremy and Elena?" Katherine bit her lip. She knew saving those two would cause a problem.

"I'm telling you," Gavin growled. "It wasn't me." He shoved Damon ahead, but the vampire stopped and looked below him. There was the dead body of Massak, the witch. At this point, Katherine was literally about to kill herself for her stupidity. She needed to be more careful.

"Was that you?" Damon asked Gavin.

"No. You?""

"No," the vampire replied. The two of them looked around wildly.

"Maybe there is someone else on this island," Gavin said. And he knew just who it was.

Elijah's Diary: Entry 3

To be honest, I'm not exactly sure what to do with myself. While my sister is out searching for the cure, my brother lies imprisoned within the Gilbert House. Katarina is god knows where, and she departed leaving a hollow hole in my heart.

"Close your eyes," I say. Katarina obeys. I reach into my pocket and pull out a necklace. "Keep your eyes closed," I instruct. I clasp the chain around her neck, and she opens her eyes.

"It's beautiful," she marvels.

"I guess it reminded me of the conversation that we had the day before." She twirls the necklace around her fingers. It's a little silver star embedded with small diamonds.

"The stars," she murmurs.

"Exactly." I smile to myself. "Just a trinket I saw in the store today." Katarina frowns at me.

"That's a lie." I bow my head shyly.

"I had it specially made for you, so it's one of a kind. You better not lose it!"

I wonder how she's faring, and to be honest, I'm quite worried for her safety. I love my sister dearly, but at times, she can be ruthless. I'm also not very fond of the Salvatores, whom I believe have had past relationships with Katarina.

But I guess now it's time to set aside my jealousy. Whether I like it or not, I believe that it is best that we go our separate ways. Katarina doesn't need a man like me, a man who constantly betrays her at every turn.

I'll find some way to get over her. I'm sure of it. When I look at the stars, I feel her presence, and I am comforted that she lies beneath the same moon.

I'm an idiot. The hunter's name is GALEN VAUGHN. Oh well :)

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