TWENTY THREE

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𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚈-𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴 | 𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴

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𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚈-𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴 | 𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴

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Kates life wasn't normal if you haven't noticed, her head was pounding she was pretty sure that she was bleed, she reached up to her forehead feeling dry blood making her groan. "What do you want?" Elena breath out, as the man untied her. "Please, I'm hurt."

"Just a taste." The vampire lowered himself towards Elena, unable to control himself but a woman came down. "Trevor! Control yourself."

Kate flinched gasping when the women appeared in front of her, Kate furrowed her eyebrows at the two mystery vampires. "Buzz kill." Trevor groaned rolling his eyes getting off the couch.

"My, god, you look just like them." The women scanned their features, she was in awe with both of them especially Kate since she knew Nadia back in 1862, they both became good friends. "It's weirdly satisfying."

"But I'm not, please, whatever you want-" Elena began using the arm in the crouch helping herself to sit up straight.

"Be quiet." The vampire snapped.

"But I'm not Katherine and she's not Nadia, my name is Elena Gilbert and Kate Gilbert, you don't have to do this." Elena stood up facing the women.

"I know who you are, I said be quiet."

"Elena, I think you should listen." Kate glanced up at her twin, who ignored her words and continued.

"What do you want?"

The women back-hand slapped Elena knocking her out on the couch, Kate glared at the woman. "You didn't have to do that!" Moving Elena's hair away from her face.

"I wanted her to be quiet." The vampire hissed walking away from them.

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"How's the girl?" The women spoke in the other room, Kate had been awake the entire time waiting for her sister to wake up from her conscious.

"Still passed out."

"You didn't touch her, did you?"

"Give me some credit, so you called him?"

Him, Kate glanced up confused who were they talking about, we're they going to be sold to someone. "No, I called one of his contacts, you know how this works."

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