*Heres the bonus chapter. It delves deeper into Katherine and Raphael. Note at this time 'Katherine' was still alive. She didn't go by Katrina yet. I also changed the dates so that Raphael and Kat hadn't seen each other in 60 years instead of 120 years. Hope you guys enjoy!* - Not edited
The first little paragraph takes place after they save Simon but before the rave, the rest of it takes place in the late 1940's.
Katrina sighed and stared out her window. Her long hair was curled and tossed behind her shoulders. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, the lilac sheets wrapped around her body. The view of the city never failed to take her breath away. With the tall skyscrapers and the lights that never went out, New York City was one of her favourite places.
Her thoughts drifted to Raphael. It had been 60 years since she last saw him. Well, saw the real him. The vampire she saw on the roof top was not the real Raphael Santiago. Being a vampire had changed everything about him. He was acting crazy now. Her thoughts drifted to the past. Drifted to when she first arrived in the Americas.
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"No." Katherine sighed. She was standing across the kitchen from her father and angry at him for trying to control her. She wanted to go out to raves and party but Magnus was telling her to stop. She was drawing too much attention to herself, the humans would notice her not changing.
"Katherine, why don't you ever just listen to me? I'm your father and you need to start respecting me like that. I know what's best for you." He crossed his arms and huffed at her.
"You're not even my real father!" She shouted. Silence. Magnus had a wounded look in his eyes. Ever since 1418, when Magnus found her in that Spanish church he had been there for her. When she was scared and didn't know how to control her powers he helped her. When her warlock marks started appearing and she freaked out, he calmed her down. She appreciated everything he did for her even if she didn't realize it. Magnus was quiet. He too was thinking about the last 500 years. "I'm sorry. Mag, I didn't mean it. You've been a better father to me then my real father ever could be."
He nodded at her before abruptly turning on his heel and walking out of the kitchen. Katherine flopped down into a chair at the table and let her head fall into her hands. Her eyes became glassy as the intensity of what she just said hit her. She never meant to hurt him. Katherine was just angry and took it out on him.
"I need a drink." She sighed getting up. She walked out of the small house in Brooklyn that they shared and down towards the old Speakeasy Magnus owned. Her heels clacked against the cobblestone road and her painted red lips were set in a small frown. There was a warm wind that gently blew a few strands across her face and she was quick to brush them away as she travelled through Brooklyn.
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She sat down at one of the tables outside. A pretty corner seat with a view of the colourful stores. A cough brought her attention away from the people on the street. She looked up at the tall handsome stranger. There on the corner of 38th and Broadway she meet the light of her life. The sun was shining down on him and giving her the perfect view, he had a couple inches on her and dark hair that was slicked back. He had on a tight knit polo t-shirt and some distressed dark jeans. His dark eyes looked at her from beneath thick black lashes. She could see Spanish roots through out his face. She smiled up at him and he flashed his teeth back at her.
