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Katrina Patrova was a woman of wits and means. She was held in high esteem by no one, but feared by many of the younger generation of vampires. All except the Salvatore brothers, the bane and joy of her existence. Few things gave her more joy than wrecking havoc on their love for Elena, because the one regret she had was throwing away the love of Damon and Stefan. But that regret was quickly dismissed by the realization she would have not survived if she had been loyal. And Katrina Patrova was nothing, if not a survivor. However, if circumstances forced her to give up the love of the two brothers, then her descendent would not have better luck than her.

But there were more important things on her mind right now. She made her home in Chicago for the past two years, remembering the past and enjoying the present. She was completely at ease with her life for the moment when something occurred that sent all of the vampire species into hiding. The witches that made their life possible were starting to disappear, or turn up dead. Alarm bells were ringing. Every vampire in the Chicago area, and there were quite a few, scattered. Katrina decided to make her way back to the old world. It would be nice to see Russia again. But her first destination was New York. There were a few favors she wanted to call in, people she wanted to see, and she wanted to make sure the Original Vampires were nowhere near Russia, and wouldn't be for a long time. She was risking a lot being on the same continent as them for this long, but she had counted on the other Doppelganger to keep those revenge filled monsters occupied while she lived her life.

But in New York, her fortune took a turn for the worst. The same thing that happened in Chicago was happening in New York.

And she was scared.

And when she the moment she got to the airport she was caught. There was pain and then nothing.

When she woke up she was in a dark room. In a small cage.

"Hello, my dear." A voice from behind her interrupted her panic as she realized the bars were covered in vervain. There was no way out.

"What do you want?" She turned around to face a woman with soft blond curls and intense brown eyes, that reminded her of someone.

Elijah.

She was now in full panic mode. She had heard about this original witch that had disappeared over two years ago. And she knew what the witch was after, even if she was not aware of the consequences.

And she knew she was crazy.

She took a deep calming breath and put on her charming smile, and at the same time Esther smiled.

"You have a choice, my dear. You can either stay locked up in this cage, or I can give you this." She held up a small key. Katrina knew there had to be something more to this than that.

"What do you want in return?" She asked warily, but with a small smirk on her face.

She smirked back. It was disconcerting.

"I want your knowledge, and your resources. I want your loyalty."

And three days later, Katrina was in Times Square when she got the phone call Esther needed.

"It's about time." She said with a sigh of relief.

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It was Alaric's turn to open his file. He rested his chin on his folded hands. He thought he knew the gist of what it would say, but was surprised at the opening greeting.

Dear Dad,

I don't know if you know this, but that is exactly what you are to me, and I assume to Jeremy. You were with us through thick and thin and were understanding when I think my adoptive parents would have not understood. You didn't even have to stick around after Jenna died. But you did. And that meant more to me than I can say. The fact you would look after you dead girlfriend's niece and dead wife's secret child is amazing. You were hurting, but still managed to forgive. Even if you never forgot.

Thank you for pointing out things I didn't want to hear, for calling Damon when I was about to do something stupid, for helping me grow as a person, for letting me mess up, just so you could drag my butt out of the fire, and for sending me messages without demands, giving me space but still looking after me.

You are amazing. A vampire hunter that is best friends with a vampire, looks out for two others.

You are strong, and my hope is that before I die, I can be just as strong as you are.

I don't know if Damon, Jeremy, and Stefan will share their letters with you, but I want you to know, I had to grow up. I had to let go so I could hold on tighter. You never abandoned us Dad. Will you forgive me for asking you to look after my family when I abandoned them?

I love you.

Your Daughter if you want her,

Elena

Alaric threw up his hands and started pacing the room, as the Salvatore brothers and Jeremy looked on bemused. After pacing for several minutes, he stopped and slumped into a chair, calmly accepting a bourbon from Damon.

"I'm not sure if I should be hug her or shake her the next time I see her."

"She throw you for a loop, too?"

"Elena needs to know we still love her. And we apparently need to make that clear."

"We worshipped the ground she walked on for two years, and she believes we don't love her. We didn't know what it meant to love until she showed us. What could possibly make her think she isn't worth it?" Damon shook his head and sat down next to Ric, and held up his glass, "To Elena's habit of putting others first. May the habit break the moment we see her again."

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Klaus was really getting tired of his moods being the same for this long. It really seemed like the universe was conspiring against him. He was going after his witches and couldn't find one of them. They had all disappeared. Along with a few of his hybrids and all the vampires. He just couldn't figure it out. It was then around an old hostile, when he caught three familiar scents.

He immediately picked up his phone.

"Elijah?"

"Yes?" The voice crackled on the other end.

"It's Esther, she's here."

Caroline and Elena were gathering their things together when Esther appeared.

TBC