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.
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Our life is like a thin branch of a tree, which can be broken by a strong wind at any time. Oh, and eternity isn't so eternal anymore when you're just a mere, despicable mortal.
I've been a vampire for over five hundred years, but now it all seems completely pointless.
It's pointless that I became human.
It is senseless that I suffer excruciating agony.
It is senseless that agony has continued for exactly five years.
It is pointless that I exist at all.
All I wanted now was to shake off that pain, that agony that seemed to cling to my body like a second skin.
Did I really want to live? Probably even the most self-loving person would want to die after experiencing such suffering.
When I woke up in the morning, I looked at the soft pink ceiling in my room.
As soon as I opened my eyes, as soon as I came back from the realm of dreams, the pain returned.
It was good to see a happy Klaus in a dream. My heart was beating at an inhuman speed with happiness seeing his smile.
Klaus, where are you? Please answer my call...
Tatia, turning me into a human and magically binding me to Klaus, said he was seeing visions of me. So he knows where I am, he sees how I'm suffering, he sees that I've been in a deep depression for five years and I can't seem to get out of it.
It should hurt him so much more, that's why the agony is so unbearable...
I felt a sting in my neck, so I wanted to tear off the patch again, the wound itself. I sat down and looked around. I was alone in the room, but Bonnie's paralyzing charm had been removed. I could move.
After putting on a light, silky robe, I left the room and looked around. It was quiet and peaceful at home. It seems that there is not a single person.
Maybe I'm still dreaming?
"Katherine," I heard Raphael's quiet voice at the bottom of the stairs, and when I went down she gently took my hand. She looked at me with a worried look.
"Don't start," I muttered in displeasure and got out of her grip and went in the kitchen.
I opened the fridge. I was about to grab the blood packet, purely out of habit, but I stopped halfway. I grabbed a packet of orange juice and poured it into a glass. I looked out the window at the lake water glistening in the sun as I drank the sour bitter drink.
Wondering what time of year it is?
For the past five years, I was completely uninterested in what was happening around me. From the looks of it, it's probably early spring.
