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BPOV

Flashback

Chicago, 1920s

" If I remember correctly, you still owe me dance." He said with a quiet voice and my entire being froze. I remembered that voice so clearly, I had no doubts who was behind me. Why was he here? And then the answer struck me. Because of me.

My body reacted very strangely, my heart started beating like hammer, my breaths became uneven and my eyes blurred for a second. I wasn't sure what to feel. Fear? Happiness?

And then I started panicking. He was the last person I had expected to see here. What was I supposed to do now? Run? Hide? There was no point of doing that. I could do only one thing and hope that what happened the last time won't happen again. If only I knew how wrong I was...

I raised my head high and slowly turned around. I guess that I wouldn't have been prepared for that even after one million years.

Strong muscular body in a black tuxedo, blonde hair combed backwards...my gaze finally met his eyes and I felt like an electric shock had hit me. His eyes showed so many different emotions yet they looked like endless black holes. And in that moment I knew that the image of those eyes, those tiny little thunder storms, will haunt me forever.

I closed my eyes and tried to forget but it was like that image was burnt on the back of my eyes. I pursed lips and looked at my reflection again. I had finally gotten rid of the horrible clothes Bella liked to wear and now I enjoyed actually seeing the curves of my body. My hair was pin straight as I was told that Elena had the worst taste and she liked wearing her hair like that. Honestly, I'd never liked straightening my hair, it always looked...fake. I preferred looking the way I really looked and not putting 1000 tons of make up on my face. Not that I needed it anyways.

I touched my hair and wished that I was actually seeing my real appearance in the mirror. I leaned forwards. Almost everything about my present looks was...well fake. My hair, my eyes... the only thing that was never changing was my necklace. It was very special as it was given to me by a very special person. My hand lightly touched it and I wondered what...

"Are you ready, Annabee?" My sister's voice interrupted my thoughts and I growled quietly. I turned around with raised eyebrows.

"Seriously, Kitty Kat? We are starting this again?" She made a half irritated... half smug face. She didn't like being called Kitty Kat, no, not didn't like, she hated it, despised if you like. Just as much as I hated Annabee. It sounded so...oh for crying out loud it didn't even sound like my name. And Kitty Kat that was so cute, not like Annabee...Annabee that didn't even sound right. Annabee...Annabee...so weird. And the problem was that Kat liked it and was constantly calling me that. Annabee...it had bee in it...such a weird nickname.

"I don't see why not. And stop calling me Kitty Kat." I smirked and shook my head. "Are you ready? We need to go now." I looked at my reflection once again and nodded, knowing that this was probably a big ,no, a humongous mistake.

"Let's kick a few Original asses."

DPOV

"I was born in 1450...That makes me 560 years old." She was looking down at her hands, looking so miserable that my heart clenched. I wasn't in love with her or anything...but I liked her. She and I were very much alike and it was good to have someone on our side that at least knew how the big, scary Klaus looked like. And now I was the reason why she was dying. After all, I was the stupid vampire that had picked up a fight with a werewolf on a full moon, Jules was coming after me, I was supposed to be the one dying. Not Rose. I walked to her and looked at the blood bag in my hands. I raised my eyebrows and smirked.

"Well...if you were a bottle of wine..." She ignored me and kept staring down.

"That means that I can die. I've lived long enough." She said with a broken voice and I pursed lips for a second. I hated this situation. I didn't know how to pet a puppy properly, how was I supposed to comfort a dying ( whining) vampire. All I could do for her right now was joke, make her feel a little bit better and hope that blood would make her feel better.

"You know, if you are going to me maudlin, I'm just gonna kill you myself." I picked up a glass and started pouring blood in it. "Just to put me out of your misery."I raised eyebrows but kept pouring. "Come on, it's just a little werewolf bite." I was right, wasn't I? We didn't know for sure that the werewolf bite was going to kill her. She could just have...I don't know allergic reaction or something. That Jules looked like a person who didn't brush her teeth regularly, maybe it was from that.

"Just a little, fatal to vampires, werewolf bite." She said and laughed/sobbed. I sighed and looked at her with a smirk.

"Well...according to legends, which are notoriously unreliable source." I wasn't lying and I guess that this made her feel a little bit better. I handed her the glass and she took it with a slight smile. "Drink up. Blood heals." At least I hoped so. This situation just made me want the cocky werewolf's head even more. Who was she to harm my friends? Different ways to kill and torture her popped into my mind. I could cut of few of fingers or a few of her toes. Or both. You know just to get her warmed up and then...

"Yeah, it does feel like it's working."She said and I smiled. Fatal werewolf bite ,my ass. Nothing that a little blood couldn't heal.

"Let's have a look." I offered quickly and put the blood bag in my left hand. "Come on." I said and she turned around, her back facing me. I pulled down her cardigan and I felt how the blood pulled away from my face. It was horrible...it looked like her skin was rotting. It had grown larger so now the wound reached her mid back. I pulled away the strap of her tank top so that it wasn't going over the wound. I pursed lips as a wave of guilt washed over me. I kept repeating to myself. It was supposed to be me.

"How is it?" She asked , her voice filled with hope. I scrunched my face.

"Definitely...um...better." Her shoulders hunched and she let out a desperate sigh. She knew that I was lying. I heard quiet footsteps. "Right, Stefan?" I asked and looked at him. He was standing completely still, his face frozen in surprised/confused/dumbstruck expression. His mouth was slightly open and I cursed him in my mind. How could he be so stupid?

Thank God that Rose was still turned around. I nodded towards her wound and looked at him pointedly. Stefan quickly composed his features just in time before Rose turned around to look at him.

"Um...it's not bad." He said with his head slightly cocked to one side. I looked at him furiously. Not bad? Was that the only lie that popped into a 167 years old vampire's mind? Not bad? I pursed lips and took Rose's glass, pouring her some more blood. I handed her the cup and started walking towards Stefan.

"I need you to play nurse for a little while."

"It's not necessary." Rose said, trying to sound convincing and failing miserably. I shook my head, was she really thinking that I'd let her stay in this house alone. After what happened. Like it wasn't enough that I was feeling guilty for all of this.

"It is necessary. Stefan is a do-gooder. It's in his nature. He just can't help it." I said and Stefan looked at me with an outraged expression but I just passed by him. Rose's voice stopped me.

"I'm going up to bed." She said quietly and stood up, almost losing her balance. I made a step forwards, wanting to help her but she cut me off with a gesture. "Don't worry." She quickly said and flashed up the stairs. I sighed and passed Stefan by. I almost thought that for once he was not going to ask me one million questions, when he called my name.

"What the hell happened?" He whispered and came closer to me. I rolled my eyes. I wasn't in a mood for that. I needed to find the bitch, torture her, find out if there was a cure, torture her a little longer then kill her. The plan was simple but I needed to leave the house first, right?

"Where's Elena?" I asked, ignoring his question. I was going to be calmer if I knew that she was someplace safe. I wasn't sure what Jules was capable of doing, maybe she could abduct Elena, or kill her. Stefan scrunched his face for a second.

"I haven't seen her since yesterday. But she mentioned that she had some family drama to deal with so I suppose that she will come here later."I nodded with pursed lips. The situation wasn't perfect but...

A loud knock interrupted my thoughts. I looked at Stefan and he shrugged his shoulders. Wasn't it too early for visitors? I flashed in front of the door and opened it. And guess who was there...

BPOV

"This should be fun."I said with tilted head. Right in front of me was a huge but very beautiful mansion. I was informed that it used to be a boarding house but after Damon and Stefan had moved in a while ago, that obviously changed.

I looked back for a second nodding quickly and then slowly started walking towards the house. As I got closer, I started hearing voices from the house.

"Where's Elena?"

"I haven't seen her since yesterday. But she mentioned that she had some family drama to deal with so I suppose that she will come here later." Family drama? Very cleaver. She didn't lie, but she also didn't tell the truth. Maybe Elena was not only looking like us...

I knocked loudly on the door and then looked down, preparing myself. After a few minutes the door opened. I looked up and couldn't help but smile. A young, handsome man with raven hair and ice blue eyes was standing right in front of me. He was wearing black jeans and a black shirt and he was hot as hell. I supposed that this was Damon Salvatore.

"Elena."He said and I smiled widely in my mind.

"Where's Stefan?" I asked as I was told that this was one of Elena's Top 5 Most Frequently Asked Questions. Damon's eyes darkened a few shades and he forced a smirk. I wondered what that was all about. And then another man stepped next to him. He had brown hair and light eyes. He smiled at me. Stefan, I suppose? "Can I come in? We need to talk. Now." I said and made a serious face, looking both of them in the eyes. Damon looked at his brother for a second but then they both moved away to let me in.

"Is everything ok?" Stefan asked me with a worried expression and took my hand into his. I was secretly watching Damon and saw how his eyes darted towards our intertwined hands. Hmm...there was definitely something in there.

"No, it's not." I said with almost angry voice and let go of his hand, turning around and entering the huge living room. The house was looking even better from the inside. I smirked. I had played my part perfectly. Now it was time to have some fun.

I spotted a whiskey bottle and didn't wait a second invitation. I took a sip straight from the bottle, enjoying the burning sensation down my throat.

"Are you ok? What is happening?"Asked Stefan but I still didn't turn around. I was waiting for the perfect moment. "Elena?" Exactly! I turned around, a devilish smile spreading across my face.

"Mm...not exactly." Damon was faster. His eyes widen and in the next moment I was pinned to the wall, his face mere inches from mine. Not that I minded. I heard Stefan flashing next to us.

"Katherine." He said, saying her name with so much venom that it almost offended me. I wondered what exactly had Kitty Kat done to these boys. I smirked and grasped his arms flipping us, so now I was pinning him. Stefan was just about to attack me ( which would have been so funny, given the fact that I was older and he was on a Bambi diet) when the front door opened loudly.

"Guess again." Said Kat and Damon's eyes widen. I let go of him and flashed next to Katherine. Damon and Stefan were looking at us with dumbstruck expressions. Stefan made a step forwards.

"What is going on here? Elena?" He asked, looking at Katherine and we exchanged glances, knowing that the best part was yet to come.

"What games are you playing, Katherine? What now? You compelled Elena to think that she is you?"Asked Damon , looking at me. He stepped closer, his eyes showing just how much he wanted to rip my...well Katherine's head off. He looked at Kat and waved his hand in front of her face...was he thinking that she was in some sort of a trance. I pursed my lips, trying as hard as I could not to laugh. "Elena...?" The door opened loudly again.

"Come again." Said the real Elena and came next to us. Damon and Stefan...well I really wish that I could describe their reaction but I probably won't be able to. But I'll still try.

Their jaws practically hit the floor and they both made a huge step backwards, their eyes the size of frying pans. You just can't deny that we were good. Kat, I and Elena were dressed absolutely alike. Black skinny jeans, white tank top and a black leather jacket. Our hairs were pin straight and we were looking literally the same.

We were standing next to each other like some sort of weird triplets. What do you think the boys' reaction was?

"Shit!" They cursed simultaneously. We exchanged glances and smirked evilly.

That was only the beginning.

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