You all know the famous Katherine and the famous Klaus from the series "The Vampire Diaries". This story is just a simple Fantiction where I create Katherine's story the way I always wanted to see it in the show.
Some of the events in this story ove...
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Backing away from the peephole, I pressed my back against the door and closed my eyes tightly and began to sigh heavily. Soon the doorbell rang and there was an impatient knock. A few more short and slightly longer knocks and Karl shouted:
"Samantha, I know you're home. Open the door. We need to talk."
Well, he remembers me. Something was wrong here. I have to figure out why my charms didn't work, but I also didn't want to be in that guy's eyes.
"Please," again several strong knocks on the door.
I flinched and opened my eyes and backed away from the door. I grabbed the door handle with one hand, the key in the lock with the other. After unlocking the door, I hesitated a bit, still debating whether to open it.
Or is it better to jump out the window and escape?
"What do you want, Karl?" I asked after finally opening the door and leaving a very small gap between it and the frame, I looked at the guy. He looked at me expectantly hoping I would let him in.
"I didn't understand why you ran away yesterday. I think you have to explain everything to me," he said in a firm voice.
"I already explained it to you. What did you not understand? I told you to forget me," I reminded.
"Well, I'm not one to forget those I care about," he declared. "Especially when I like you."
Opening the door a little wider, I grabbed the boy by the wrist and pulled him inside. Then I locked the door and gave him a reproachful look. When I got to the modest kitchenette connected to the entire apartment - bedroom, hallway and living room - I poured myself a glass of bourbon and sat down on the couch.
"Have you drink since morning?" now there was a reproach in his voice.
"I can't?" I asked and shrugged my shoulders. Then I took a small sip of liquor. The guy came to me and sat next to me. "I am an adult. I always live alone. I do what I want."
"Can you explain to me why you don't want to be with me?" Karl still hasn't answered. "I won't take no for an answer if you say that you're not that girl, that you're so wrong, or that you don't like me. I want an open, honest answer. You asked me for that yesterday and you got it. Now it's your turn to open your heart."
Biting my lower lip, with a fake smile, I looked at the boy's hands on his lap. They were still shaking. Placing the glass on the table, I lifted the sleeve of his sweater.
"Where did you get that bracelet?" I asked.
The boy looked at the brown leather bracelet on his wrist. I wanted to touch it to make sure it was just plain, but I didn't dare. If I touch her, I might burn my skin and Karl will see it. I guess he already suspects that I am different from him.
