Love and War

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Serenity P.O.V 

death

/deTH/

Noun 

The action or fact of dying or being killed; the end of the life of a person or organism. 

Sentence "I don't believe in life after death"

Synonyms demise, dying, end,  passing, loss of life

Its weird to think that in a few hours I'll be dead. A corpse taking up space. I won't see my mom again. I won't be able to hear her laugh or talk about whatever true crime show she's watching. 

The worst part is that I know no one will ever miss me. 

My twin sister, Caroline, hates me and I have no friends. And not because I didn't try. 

I tried and tried and kept trying. 

But I was always too weird. 

Too quiet.

Too ugly. 

Not good enough. 

Not Caroline.

I know my mom will mourn. But soon after, she would get back up and consume herself with her work. 

"That's the only thing she knows how to do. Work and pretend everything is fine. Work to avoid all her issues. Work. Work. Work."

I shake my head at the bitter thoughts and sigh. 

In some ways it's good that I'm leaving. I won't have to deal with Caroline or anyone else ever again. I won't have to hide my pain or put on a smile. 

"Not that anyone ever notices the teary eyes or fake smiles." I think as I let out a sad chuckle. 

I notice my body stopped hurting and smile. It looks like I'll be dead soon. I close my eyes, wanting to die in my sleep, dreaming of a time when I was happy.

If there ever was one. 

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I was surprised when an hour later I woke up to someone gently holding my hand, rubbing their thumb across my knuckles. 

"Who could that be?" I think. "No one is ever that gentle with me."

The only person I have is my mom who hasn't been to visit. 

I slowly open my eyes to see someone. They look exactly like Elena but I know that's not her.

Elena doesn't have wavy hair. She straightens it to the point that it's fried and frizzy. Someone could assume that maybe she decided to curl it but this person's entire presence is different. 

Elena doesn't have those cunning brown eyes or the body language of a predator. She makes her eyes and body language look innocent to attract more people. 

Besides, Elena has no reason to visit me.

After a moment of staring at each other, I break the silence. "Who are you? Why are you here?"

The girl raises her eyebrow at me, looking impressed. "Must people assume I'm Elena." She says. 

I roll my eyes, "They must be stupid." 

The girl chuckles before introducing herself. "My name is Katherine. How would you feel about making a deal?"

I look at her wearily, "What kind of deal?" Katherine grins, "A deal where the two of us are happy." She says before showing me her vampire face. "I know that you know about vampires." 

I nod my head and she continues, "Well, if you accept then I'll turn you into one. Not only will you be alive but you'll be powerful. Powerful enough to hurt Caroline and all her little friends." 

I frown. "Yes, Caroline and her friends have put me through a lot but do I really want to do the same to them?" I think, unsure. 

"They hurt you. She hurt you. Don't you want to do the same to them? Break them like they broke you." She said as if she was reading my mind. 

I think back to all the times Caroline has tortured me as a child. I think back to how Elena would spread rumors about me, making people avoid me. I think about how Bonnie would use her magic to embarrass me in front of everyone.

I think about how Damon used me as a blood bag and sex toy. For months, he fed on me and forced me to do whatever the hell he wanted. Stefan knew and didn't do anything, he didn't care because I wasn't friends with his precious Elena.

Just as I was about to accept, I paused. "What do you get out of this?" I ask. 

She gives me a wicked grin, as if I passed some hidden expectation. "You'll join their little group and feed me information."

I nod. Although I don't want to be all buddy buddy with them, I'll do whatever it takes to cause them pain. "How are you going to do this?" I know about vampires but I don't know how you become one.

"Simple. You die with vampire blood in your system. Then you wake up and you feed on fresh blood." Katherine says before biting her wrist. 

She brings her wrist to my mouth and I take it into my mouth, drinking up the blood.   

It doesn't taste like I thought it would. Instead of a metallic taste, it was sweet.

I grab onto her wrist and drink more. I'm too busy to notice the blush on her cheeks. 

She coughs and I quickly pull away, embarrassed. 

I fidget before deciding to pretend it didn’t happen. "How are you going to kill me?" I ask, both wary and curious... There are many ways she could do it. I just hope she doesn't smother me with a pillow. 

"That would suck." 

"To answer your question, I'm going to snap your neck. It'll be quick and painless." I nod and before anything else could be said, I felt hands on my neck then it was black..

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I gasp as I sit up in the bed. "What the hell happened? Why am I not dead yet?" I was about to keep questioning things when the door opened. 

I look up and see Katherine. Right, she fed me her blood and snapped my neck. Once I feed, I'll be a vampire. One step closer to hurting Caroline.

"How do you feel?" She asked. 

I take a moment before responding, "Hungry." 

Katherine smiles. 

"Come in." Katherine says. Before I could question who the hell she was talking to, a nurse walked in. She looked like she was in a daze. I turn to Katherine, questioning why the hell she's here. 

"She's for you to feed on. Drink as much blood as you want. I compelled her so she won't scream or move unless I say so." Katherine explains with a smirk. 

At the mention of blood, my gums start to hurt. "Ow!" I touch them, feeling fangs. I look at Katherine before looking at the nurse. I can hear her blood pumping. The smell enticing. My mouth waters, imaging how it would taste.

Not being able to hold back anymore, I pounce on her. I drink her blood, wanting the hunger to go away. The more blood I drink, the more great I feel. Even after I'm satisfied, I don't stop. And it's not because I can't, it's because I don't care enough to. 

I drink and drink and drink.

Soon, her body drops dead to the floor. 

I smile as I turn to Katherine. "That was amazing." I said, not caring about the fact that I killed a woman or that her blood was all over me. 

Katherine chuckles, "You were quite hungry. I'm glad you enjoyed it." 

"Now what?" I ask. 

"Now? It's time to have some fun." Katherine smirks.