Katherine's POV

As soon as I had led my doppelgänger into the lounge, giving a quick guide of my maison, she started speaking. How rude. In my day, a socialite would have waited for the woman of the house to speak to them. Teenagers these days have no clue about discipline and matters.

"Katherine"

"No," I shook my head slowly whilst I made my eyes resemble sympathy, "call me Kat." That made her smile. Over time, you learn how people love to feel close to you and will do anything for you in return. Sometime, I let them. Do something in return, I mean.

"K-Kat," she stumbled over saying the unfamiliar nickname, "I feel like nothing is right anymore. I barely recognise myself in the mirror - even though I am the same! The fear of killing somebody is overbearing. At the same time, Damon tells me I will have to. At some point. Then when I pluck up the courage -"

"Steffy butts in."

She winces at my pet name for her boyfriend. Woops, aha.

"Stefan tells me I should feed on animals. But just thinking about eating bunnies is just... gross." Elena pulls a face like she was eating garlic raw or something. I nearly laugh, she looks so funny.

"They are both wrong, E. I live off anything I feel like. Frat boys? Check. Bears? Check. It's all personal preference." Her chest heaves as though relaxing a massive weight. I know the feeling. It's almost as nice as when a plan falls into place - but not quite. The girl should have asked me in the first place, not the Salvatore boys. My mumma used to say that when in doubt, ask your elders. Did I mention she was very wise?

"Thank god. Ever since I rejected Damon's blood -"

"You blood shared with Damon." I deadpan. Just as I started to relate to her, this girl got on my nerves. I hated the very thought of her being with Stefan. She had to take it a step further than I've ever gotten with anybody; blood sharing is a big deal. Damon knew that. I had never done it. Well, apart from... Shut up, I told myself as though anyone could hear.

"Y-yes but that was before I could try any other types. I felt scared and he helped me," she knocked the subject away with a flick of her straight and dull hair, "Anyway, something inside me just wants to break out. I don't know. Even since I lost my mother I've felt like.."

Block her out, Kat. I stopped listening. Afraid that she would talk about losing her family. A stab of pity ran though my veins. Klaus had killed my entire immediate family when I had disobeyed him. Anger and horror had made me trust my instincts and run at the age of eighteen to the New World of the Americas. I had killed Elena's aunty... Gemma? Jenna? Jenna.

Aunt Jenna was dead the moment I gave her and Elena up to Klaus in return for my momentary freedom from his wrath. But damn Elena didn't die properly after the ritual and now we were both slaves of Klaus. Unless we ran far, far away.

"... I feel like a little teenager again, you know. I'm eighteen forever now. I have no idea who I am, want I like or who I like!" The poor girl surprised me when she busted out a tsunami of tears.

Jumping up with my vamp speed, I gripped her in a hug. Such a simple gesture, yet I wished someone had been there to give me as such.

"Shh," I cooed smoothly, "You're still a teenager, Elena. Insecurities and fears you had before are now heightened because of your vampirism. All we can do is kick it in the ass and show it who's the bitch."

She smirked reluctantly, mirroring myself perfectly.

"But there is so much more," she continued which made her frown return, "about the Salvatores', my brother, my friends, my ancestors and family.. what about those too, Katherine?"

I pretended to look at the clock on the grand mantlepiece opposite our Doppelganger hug-fest.

"I'm sorry, E. I have an a-appointment," I winced visibly at how transparent this lie was, ".. in the next town over. Write in your diary, or something. See you soon okay?" I shouted back at her, practically running out the door.

If I had looked back, I would have seen her tears halt and her pick up a pen.

Now, I sat in my car for the second time today. Elena and I needed to leave Mystic Falls and soon. Klaus would still be after us, if our blood might still work for the new Hybrid spices. I had lied. Even had witches to lie for me after I threatened to end the Bennet bloodline. Witches were so easy to play with. Like special puppets. Human doppelgänger blood needed for the change, and only human? It was untrue. We had no idea.

I realised I had left Elena in my house; alone so she could figure her mess out. The truth was that as she was telling me her feelings, I was ridiculously reminded of a younger and kinder me who vaguely resembled Elena Gilbert. Yes, surprisingly I was once...nice.

Shivering, I tug my knitted jumper around my slender body as my phone begins to ring. Hoping to distract myself, I may have clicked accept without even thinking nor checking the caller ID. Magic modern technology, mm.

"Hello, Bitch number one, at your service," I purred into the phone. At least I found something to do and not listen to my damn great-infinity-daughter moan about her damn life. Note to self: I needed to start writing this stuff down, I was a genius. And apparently feeling a tad better.

"Sorry, but I thought I was Bitch Number One?" Replied a voice I thought I would never hear again. The ghost of a smirk vanished completely without a trace. If I wasn't already dead I probably would have had a heart attack.

Deep breaths, Kitty.

"T-Tatia." I stumbled over her name, having not said it for years. Honestly, just saying her name then caused my hairs to jump on end. I slapped my forehead. Of course, we have the same voice. Silly, foolish mistake.

"Katharina."

Crap.