On The Run

8. The Night Of Death

I'm in the shadows, observing what is happening around me. I see vampires, that I grew to know and change, be staked and killed. I feel heartbroken, that so many of my friends are being killed because of me. None of the vampires here would exist if I hadn't met Pearl, or even decided to be a vampire. It's all my fault.

But I can't let this get to me. If I let it, I will feel so much pain, it will probably last forever. I run, whenever I hear the footsteps of a man, coming to find me. Maybe I should just kill everyone. But what about Stefan and Damon, how could I bring myself to slit their throats and let them die? But they wouldn't, because I fed them vampire blood.

Or maybe, I should just let myself die. Then I wouldn't have to put up with years of misery. I could go, and be happy on the Other Side. Maybe that's better. I could be with the people I have lost, and be happy.

So I do that.

I walk out in to the open, breathing the last breaths I will ever take. Slowly, people start to realise it is me, Katherine, and come at me with pitchforks, and vervain, the herb which weakens vampires. I start to back up, regretting my decision, and come face to face with a carriage, which I am shoved into, weakened on vervain, and locked in. The last things I see before I black out is the wooden floor boards quickly rising up to my head.

~ a couple of minutes later later ~

I find my self, on the floor, with no memories of how I got their. I can feel the forest plants on the ground with my finger tips. I slowly open my eyes, to see the sun casting beautiful rays of sunshine throughout the trees. The smell of blood fills my nose, I start to get suspicious, and my eyes start to darken and vein up. I sit up, and look towards the source of the blood, and find two bodies.

Of men.

Who I knew very well.

Stefan and Damon.