Long lost sister - Katherine's twin

Klaus

*Elena's POV*

I'm on my way to Damon's to pick up Amanda so we can go to the Grill together. We've talked a lot yesterday and I told her everything I know about the Petrova döppelgangers and Katherine. It's almost depressing how she still thinks Katherine is just like how she was more than 300 years ago. She didn't even know her sister was still alive! I was hard for me to tell her that Katherine is a - well, selfish vampire slut who doesn't care about anyone but her self.

Amanda didn't change at all over the years. She's so caring and kind. She told me that when she woke up from the death, she really didn't have a clue about what was going on. She saw all the blood around her and kind of just got caught up in it. She felt incredibly bad afterwards, but didn't turn her humanity of. In fact, she never even thought about shutting it of, since she had no idea how to do it. I can't imagine how hurt she must have been over the years after she killed one or two. It made me realize how lucky I actually was to have Damon and Stefan around to help me when I turned. The first days of being a vampire are always the worst. It's amazing how she learnt herself how to control that hunger. I kind of look up to her about that.

I park my car along the side of the road, right across the Salvatore boarding house and walk to their front door.

"Good morning," I hear a familiar voice saying. I look up to see my boyfriend standing in the doorway - handsome as always. He must have heard me when I parked my car.

"Good morning to you too," I smile at him, looking in those gorgeous green-ish blue eyes, pressing a kiss on his lips.

He grabs my hand and walkes me to the hallway.

"Amanda, your friend is here." He yells to her - probably upstairs - with a sarcrastic tone in his voice and looking down at me.

"Damon..." I sigh, shaking my head, "Why don't you just trust me when I says she's nice? Amanda is totally different than Katherine." I put my hand on his neck and stroke his cheek softly - trying to get to him, but he shakes it off when Amanda gets downstairs. God, I wish he didn't always have to play it hard.

"Ready to go?" I say to Amanda with an extra happy voice, opening the door for her. I quickly give Damon a 'please trust me' look and close the door behind me, walking her to my car.

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*Amanda's POV*

We enter the Grill, and it's quite busy actually. Elena takes me to a table not too far away from the bar and we both sit down. I look at the place where I met Damon almost two days ago, and I can't help but smile a little. I wish he didn't hate me that much, because he looks like he just got out of a male model magazine. It doesn't change things anyway since Elena and him are already together. They're cute though.

A friend of Elena's takes our orders. His name is Matt, Donovan I believe, and he works here. He has the most prettiest eyes in the world and he totally looked at me. I'm sure Katherine would've liked him too if she was here.

"He's cute." I whisper, after he walked away to get our food.

"And my ex." Elena says chuckling. "It's okay, don't worry, I'm over it. So is he." she quicly adds when she sees my (shocked) face. I smile.

"You know, thanks for what you said to Damon about me."

"That wasn't meant for your ears, Amanda!" She laughs, which makes me shiver a little. She looks so much like my sister, it made me happy and sad at the same time. It was like they could be played by the same actress. I mean, ofcourse I looked a lot like Katherine too, but we're twins. This is just creepy.

***

Elena just left the Grill, going back home. "Damon and I need to talk," She said when I asked her why. That 'talk' is obviously going about me. I know Damon doesn't like me at all, and I sure as hell know he doesn't believe a thing about what I've been saying. It hurts.

"Isn't love always ruining the moment?"

I look up to see a blond-ish man standing next to my table, looking at me.

"May I?" He asks with a (beautiful) british accent. I nod. Why not? He doesn't seem too bad.

"I'm Klaus, my love." He says polite and I shake his hand. I feel flattered in a weird way about him calling me 'love'. It sounds so good with his accent. He lifts my hand up to his face and plants a sweet kiss on it. Does he always do that when he meets a new woman? There's something I recognize about him though. When we just locked eyes for a second, I felt something - like I've met him before. I don't know if it's his (amazing) smell, or his eyes, or the way he talks... I can't really place it. Maybe it's just a feeling.

"It's nice to meet you, Klaus. I'm -" I want to say, but he cuts me off.

"Amanda Petrova, isn't it?" He says with a sweet voice and a slight grin on his face. I give him a weird look. How the hell does he know my full name?

"Just heard your name somewhere." He explains, right after he orders two Tequila.

I laugh. "Tequila? Do I really look like a day drinker or something?"

"Well, something is obviously bothering you, isn't it? Now, you can make the choice to go home and cry in bed or drink it away with me. Your choice, love."

"I'd go for the second one," I chuckle, while the waiter gives us our shots. I finish my drink in only one go, and so does Klaus. I can feel the alcohol burning down my throat. God, I forgot how Tequila tasted. Klaus and I talk for a while and he's actually really nice and interesting, but he also gives me the chills in some weird way. It's just that feeling I get everytime we lock eyes. I must've met him before, I just have no idea where that could be.

"You're great company, Amanda." He says after a while, with again that slight grin on his face.

"So are you! You really know how to keep me interested," I laugh, wondering why Elena or Damon never told me about him.

"You see, you just really remind me of someone. You may know her, actually. Katerina Petrova, June 5, 1473."

I suddenly get this really bad feeling all over me, feeling my body shiver a little. I can hear my brain work like crazy and there are more than a thousand questiones going through my mind; Where the hell do I know him from? How does he know my sister? And how does he know her fucking birthdate?

"What do you know about her?" I ask, trying to sound confident. I don't want him to know my weakness, but it looks like he knew it from the beginning. I can see it in his eyes. They're enjoying this moment. But why? I thought he was actually trying to be a friend when he walked up to me at first.

He stares at the table and then looks at me. "We had a bond, but she got on my nerves. You must know that I never leave people without giving them a last goodbye gift."

And then it hit me. The truth was just sitting there right in front of me.

"D-Did you..." I can feel my heart pounding louder and louder, looking at the man in front of me with full of disgust. I can barely hold it together... I have to get out of here! My hands are shaking and I can feel my whole body shiver - waiting for him to say something but also secretly praying that this was all a dream.

"Ah, 1490. Such a beautiful year, wasn't it, love?"

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