Here I go again. And as always I have to thank Avecia that this story isn't full of nasty grammar mistakes. THANK you my dear^^.

And a bow to my readers – and an extra one for my reviewers – for staying with me.

Now: I do own nothing, I just mess with them.

On with it!

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Katherine was still standing in the doorway half a minute later, wondering how the hell this little human just did that. She had met many people in her life – made a lot of enemies, too.

And they tried everything to get one over her. Threats, torture, mind games… and not one of them ever managed her to shut up.

And then along came a puny little human, telling her she's tired of her games after only just meeting her.

After she got her bearings back – after she made sure nothing of the shock was reflecting on her face – she walked back into the house, door closing with an ominous thump.

The girl was waiting for her in the living room, sitting on one of the couches, looking as if she was waiting for her host to bring coffee.

Katherine just shook her head and took a seat on an armchair opposite her, contemplating what to do next.

It's true; she really loved to play her games. And she was no sweet little pop-culture vampire, all housebroken and feeling guilty over past sins.

She killed – sometimes out of pure fun, sometimes in self defence and sometimes in punishment.

And she lived for the hunt; liked smelling the fear and adrenaline coming off in waves from her victims. But she always, always made sure whom it was she killed.

Never children, of course. Beside the fact that such a tiny body just wasn't enough to really satisfy her hunger, there was nothing such an act did for her.

And the defenceless - didn't matter if man or woman – were no fun.

So most of the time her prey were men. Big, brutal ones – the kind who thought it was a sport to hurt women – were the best.

So full of themselves, it was a pleasure to see the fear in their eyes when they finally got what was happening. What was coming to them.

And the girl, Elena, was mostly innocent, still barely more than a child (she never liked the term teenager) and utterly defenceless when it came to strength.

Plus, she never planned on actually killing her.

No matter what anyone thought of her, Katherine protected what was hers.

A long, long time ago she had a child, and Elena was the ultimate proof that the Pierce bloodline survived.

And no one of her blood, however watered-down it was, would be in danger from her.

She came here to tie up loose ends, maybe play with her boys, and leave the town with everyone still reeling – maybe leave a few casualties on the sidelines. But Elena wouldn't have been one of them. She ordered her here, true, but only so the Salvatores would be warned not to come in her way. That she could just take their little human girl and have her ways with her.

So… what to do now?

"Listen, Katherine. I'm not here to sit and stare the whole night. Just do something already."

Cold. Defeated and utterly empty. She heard people that sounded like this before. Usually before they did something like… jumping off the Empire State building.

"You're of my blood, did you know that?"

Best play for a little time. It couldn't be too long till one of her boys – probably Damon – figured out that little Elena was missing. She could talk in the meanwhile, and let him be the white (or black, as it was) knight, rescuing his damsel in distress.

"I figured. What of it?"

"Well… 'Blood is thicker than water' – ever heard the saying? I am a vampire my dear – and quite the old one at that. Humans really don't have a grasp on what blood really means. Just that it runs through your veins; that you need it to stay alive. And that, sometimes, it can kill you. But vampires… we need it like oxygen. It's the one thing we need above all else. Do you really think I would just kill the last person with my blood running through her?"

Oh hell… she wasn't really planning on telling her this. Now, where would be the fun in all the pretty little games she planned?

And then the girl finally showed some emotions. There was no fear in her eyes liked she wished for their first meeting. Nor could she find the relief like most people would show after her last statement.

All she could make out was disappointment with a hint of anger.

What the hell…

And then Elena jumped up off the couch and began pacing the room.

"Why the hell not? It would be so easy. I'm here already; I won't scream or try to run. You could just… get rid of me. Be unique again, have them for yourself again. Just… please!"

There were tears now. This human version of herself (human in everything… beating heart, feeling heart…) was crying because she saw a chance to flee, and it was ripped out of her grasp.

And in that moment, Katherine saw how this dark side of the world had ruined everything the girl had. Could see that the thought of living on and watching, unable to really help anyone, was worse than to just close her eyes, never to open them again.

Before she could change her mind – think what it will be like to mourn for her last living descendant – she was in front of her, holding her face between her hands.

"As you wish."

Then she stood on tiptoes, kissed her forehead, and sunk her teeth in her soft neck.

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Damon cursed himself; and the damn 'modern times'. Car fumes, heavy perfumes and a whole bunch of other things, made him loose Elena's track at least four times.

As it was, it took him – even with his extraordinary speed – nearly an hour to follow it to the outskirts of Mystic Falls.

He didn't pause to knock on the door, just kicked it in (good thing there wasn't a human living here. The crash against the barrier wouldn't have been nice), storming into the room were her scent was the strongest.

Only to curse a blue streak once he was there.

He stood in the living room, surrounded by the smells of Katherine and Elena, but neither of them was actually there. After calming down a bit – and straining his ears – he came to the conclusion that they already left the house.

He searched the remaining rooms; just to be sure. But as he assumed, nothing.

About to leave the house, he stopped dead in his tracks. On the door, in plain sight, was a piece of paper. He recognised Katherines writing before he even read the words (and why was it that everyone wrote damn notes tonight?).

Damon,

(For I really don't think it will be Stefan finding us) I took her to visit her parents.

xoxo Katherine

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"Visit her parents…? Graveyard! Damn."

And off he went. In the back of his mind he registered that he did an awful lot of running today. He would thank Katherine for that later. Now he had to make sure Elena wouldn't stay with her parents.

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So long,

Zora