Katherine's POV

When Elena had called me, I couldn't help but see an opportunity. This one moment could test the Salvatore brothers' love for her. And me. They had loved me first, don't forget.

Her voice had been stubborn on the phone. Since we share the same tones and pitch, I knew different. Elena Gilbert was scared. Poor girl, I thought smugly. She had always gotten on my nerves; she stole Stefan from me.

I smirked. At last something for me to do! Life had gotten boring after scampering around Klaus for nearly a year. He's terrible at hide and seek. Elijah had been the one who was the best at chasing me - all those centuries ago - back in England. What happened to him anyway?

I was in my car and driving towards the Gilbert house within seconds of hanging up on my Doppelganger. No point keeping her waiting; time was of the essence if I wanted to teach her what the Salvatores' had neglected her. How to be a real vampire. Driving like the maniac I am, a plan began to surface. Maybe, just maybe, I could... No. No, Elena would never agree...Unless.

My lips turned up into the devilish smile that had won the hearts of many. And broken them, too. Stefan didn't call me a Manipulative Bitch last year for no reason. I may be a bitch; just not manipulative. People are extremely easy to persuade. There is a subtle difference.

As I pull up outside the typically standard American house, I honk on the horn. May as well make an entrance. My sweet dearest Mother used to say, "Start as you mean to go on." She influenced whatever 'celeb' had said that, my mamma had been a smart woman before she was murdered... I still had to repay Klaus for that.

Elena swung open the door and collapsed on the seat next to me.

"Drive!" She begged, sounding more dishevelled than a noble lady should. I pulled away from the house and headed towards my own. There was no point in arguing with the girl. I waited until we were on the main road to speak.

"What happened today?" I asked, channeling my mother with every word. See that Father? I'm not such a disappointment. Elena ignored me, choosing to stare out the window at Mystic Falls flying past. I would wait; they always...

"Nobody gets me, Katherine."

There we go.

"What do you mean?" I mock a frown. Wow, this girl really believes I care.

"Since I'm a Doppelganger, I've had trouble with this whole change thing. They had it easy. They don't understand one bit." That was an interesting point, I decided, as Elena turned to face me. To this day I found our resemblance unnerving. Wrong. However, it did make it easier to get people to tell me what I want, when I looked like the most selfless girl in town. Shame I was so selfish, really.

"They're arguing over you," I glanced at her. When she squirmed, I continued, "Don't worry, they did with me, too. I can help you, Elena, if you will accept my previous offer."

Elena seemed to actually think about what I had said; my - no - her eyebrows knitted together in an ugly bugle in the middle. Note to self: never do that expression again.

"C-can you? Help me, I mean." She whispered pitifully as I pulled into my driveway with one perfect swoop. Time does a lot to one's reactions. Opening my door, and hearing her doing the same, I contemplated what I could say next. It needed to be good; powerfully good.

We walked side by side up to my home. My pace was steady and reflected my noble background. Elena's was the pitiful shuffle that accompanied many teenagers nowadays. Unsurprised, I lifted my head to admire my exquisite taste in houses. It was large, rather like the Lockwood mansion, but better. This house decorated with wooden beams and vines on the walls. It was natural, regal and had hidden depths. Much like me, I mused.

At that moment, I swirled back to my Doppelganger Twin. The perfect answer to her question, had entered my mind.

"I can do better, Elena. I can save you."

Elena's POV

"I can do better, Elena. I can save you."

Katherine's words fluttered around my head; a bat in the dark. Something about the way she had said it made me think - made me think that she knew it was possible. Possible to save me, from myself. I had become a monster and neither Damon nor Stefan could save me now. I wasn't a Ripper or normal... I was a Petrova.

I sat on Katherine's sofa. No, sorry. A chaise lounge. She had told me off already of calling it a couch. She was the only person who could help me now.

Katherine had left me to think a few things over because she had to go out on an errand. What a really old vampire needed help with, I didn't know.

She said she could help me.

I had lied to the boys, earlier. I hadn't killed that girl; she was my school friend. Heather was her name. No matter how much Rebekah had tormented me, I had managed to stop with sheer will power, somehow.

I leaned forward to rest my elbows on my knees, letting my head droop down. A way to save me. From what? The Salvatore brothers'? It was more like they needed saving from me. I knew getting between the brothers was a very, very Katherine move but I couldn't help it. The instinct to love them both came to me as naturally as my heartbeat.

Not that I had one anymore; changing into a vampire had done that. Vampire..me.. the idea of it all still didn't fit together properly. Remembering the day when Stefan had thought I was going to die, when Klaus was going to sacrifice me -

Stefan pulled a lock of hair away from my face, saying: "If it was my choice I'd want to be with you forever."

Something inside me cracked, angry that Damon had written my future for me.

"I was supposed to grow up. Decide if I want to have kids and start a family. Grow old. I was supposed to have a lifetime of those choices, and now it's all gone. I don't want to be a vampire, Stefan. I never wanted to be one." I shouted.

But things had changed since then, right? I had grown to love Damon, surprising everyone, and becoming a vampire without a chance to say otherwise.

I wasn't really worried about myself, anymore. It was the implications on other people in my life, in Mystic Falls, who could suffer because of the forces against vampires.

Klaus would be angry at the fact that both Katherine and I, the only known living Petrova Doppelganger's, were now vampires. Unable to have offspring - their blood would have been the key to a new larger species of vampire-werewolf hybrids.

That was what scared me, still.

I could never go back to a normal life again, so I needed to make the best of this one. Katherine could help me do that. Speaking of...

Where was Katherine?

Author: Yes, where is Katerina?

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