Dear Katherine Pierce || Damon Salvatore

Preface. The Death of Lana Lewis

Modified on October 31, 2024 —grammar has been improved.

*Spoiler about Endgame (MCU)—is it even a spoiler if the movie came out over five years ago?

Disclaimer. Everything you recognize does not belong to me. I only own Lana Lewis and her version of Katherine Pierce. I get nothing from publication, and all the rights go to the show's producers. My ideas, however, belong to me, and I have full rights to them.

Stanford dorm,
2021, 8 December

Multiverse. An absurd concept, do you think about it?

That was what Lana Lewis was also convinced of as she watched the trailer for Doctor Strange-Multiverse of Madness, as she had already thought after watching the tv series Loki and then the MCU's third Spider-Man movie.

Sitting on her bed in her Stanford dorm room, with the computer on her lap and a packet of potato chips beside her, from which she occasionally nibbled, she was undecided about what to watch.

Lana actually had the last two episodes of WandaVision to watch, but honestly, her love and interest in the universe have waned dramatically ever since Phase 3 of the franchise ended, with the conclusion of Tony Stark and Steve Rogers' story arcs in particular.

The end was a concept she didn't agree with very much. When her French literature classmate had spoiled the end of Tony Stark and then the absurd choice of Steve Rogers, she was deeply angry with the Hollywood production and with the nasty habit of wanting to find an end to characters who deserved much more. And perhaps that was the biggest problem.

How often, watching a movie or a TV series, had she wondered why the characters were so idiotic as to keep each other secret, not to confront each other or support each other?

She had seen it with Steve Rogers, practically abandoned in the world, and she had seen it in Harry Potter and Twilight—the list was probably endless. She knew it was all fiction and that a lot was plot-oriented, but sometimes, she wondered what it would be like if those universes had actually existed.

Would they have made the same decisions? Would they have done something differently?

She did not know and, perhaps, would never have an answer. She could only let her imagination wander and create new universes in her head with different solutions and, maybe, a little more peace and intelligence.

Soon, she realized she probably wouldn't find anything new to watch. So, she opened Netflix and scanned her list to decide which TV series she would rewatch, and when her eyes caught that exact title, she put any other choice aside.

Like every time she felt down - and at that time, it was almost her constant - there was only one TV series capable of making her feel even a little better, whether it was because of the familiarity she possessed or because it reminded her of the brilliant childhood of her. So, she let the mouse select The Vampire Diaries, one of her TV series - no, indeed, her favorite universes.

With no commitments for the rest of the afternoon and able to relax while avoiding any torture related to her study and condition, Lana let herself be enveloped by the wonders of the series' second season. She knew her first by heart, and she felt she needed a little bit of brio—more than innocent Elena Gilbert falling in love with a vampire without knowing what she was.

Regardless of all the calories it contained, she continued to eat from her packet of chips, wrinkling her nose when she realized those were the last handfuls. She should have treasured them because, in addition to that now nearly finished pack, she only had one more left, well hidden inside her closet and away from the quick hands of her roommate.

She was happy enough to share the dorm with someone like Josie. The girl was very talkative and full of life, and, in her no-moments, she could lift her. However, she was so outgoing that finding her in her room before ten pm was alarming, and for a private person like Lana, that was perfect.

She was aware that she had not always been like this, but for the past four months, the mere thought of human contact had provoked her to shiver and gasp.

It was only to her mother that she had moved into the Stanford dormitory after giving up her entry into the sisterhood where she was due to go by birthright as all women of her family. If it had been up to her, she would have stayed in her house less than twenty minutes away, as the online classes were still available for that year. Still, there wasn't much she could do with Loren Lewis when she got something in her head, and she had decided that, beyond all, his daughter would leave the nest that August.

So there she was, three months later and five from the worst day of her life: locked up in her room watching a TV show. It was absurd to think that she would probably be at her best friend's house getting ready to go out just six months earlier on a Friday night.

If that wasn't proof that everything could crumble instantly, she didn't know what else was needed.

She was rewatching the scene where Damon and Kat kissed at the Salvatore Boardinghouse after her return to Mystic Falls. She was ready to see the vampire girl break the heart of the most profound and most sensitive vampire in the show, but at that moment, somebody opened the door of her room so hard that it hit the wall and caused a loud thud.

She was ready to scold her roommate for her hustle and bustle when, instead of Josie's long brown hair and bright green eyes, she saw a darker, angrier, almost madman face.

She did not have time to say a word, to be frightened, or to focus on the gun the boy was holding before three shots were fired and three bullets were smashed into her chest. The grip on the computer gave out, the chips smeared with blood, like the teal sheets she and her mother had bought three months before, and her body, her young and newly eighteen-year-old body, slumped against the mattress as blood filled her lungs, choking her, and the pain and loss of blood clouded her mind.

She didn't try to ask for help—the thought was light years away from her mind as a small smile formed across her lips. And maybe that was all she really wanted, deep down, and maybe it was because she was happy that someone had finally dared to do it, but as the world began to blur, she just thought about how happy and grateful she was that it was finally over, that she would no longer have to force herself to open her eyes to see a new day with nothing to give her. There was no anger but just awareness when she recognized the person who had attacked her. She only hoped the world would be kind to him.

She was on the brink of losing consciousness, but she had time to see her former best friend smile triumphantly as he shot himself in the head, but not before saying a few words that would haunt her for a long time and that she would never forget but which she would treasure.

At that moment, she suffered with him until her eyes closed, and for a moment, there was emptiness. Lana almost seemed to wish she had died before because there was nothing better than that peace without pain.

But it only lasted a moment before memories upon memories flooded her mind, and a voice, an echo of the last words that her ears had caught, echoed in her brain: "Every action has consequences."

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Author's Note

Hello and welcome to this story.
English is not my first language, and my level is not yet C1, so I hope you can forgive the mistakes I make.
I hope you appreciate this story and, with it, my Katherine/Lana. Let me know what you think of the story, and feel free to share any suggestions or corrections.