The Vampire Diaries: The Impossible Part 1

Chapter 32

"While I tell you..." Elena paused, her haunting black eyes staring straight into Damon's. "I want no interruptions."

He nodded.

"I will stop completely if you even open that mouth of yours." She smiled, pointing to his lips.

"Begin." He ordered, when she opened her mouth. She glared at him and he laughed, raising his hands up.

"Okay." She tried to fight her smile. "Be serious."

"You're the one that needs work on that." He chuckled and she finally giggled, then stopped suddenly, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Five hundred years ago..." Her voice was plain and narrative, not sounding like Elena's tone, at all. Damon knew for sure that it wasn't his princess of darkness, after hearing this thing's natural voice.

"Was around when I was born." Damon could sense a hint of familiarity to the story, but he couldn't place it, just yet.

"It was June fifth, fourteen-seventy-three, to be exact. I was an addition to a wealthy family." Damon swore that he knew this story from somewhere, but it had been so long. He was about to open his mouth to speak, but he stopped himself, knowing that he'd never find out who's story this is, if he spoke.

"I was nineteen when I was turned. I ran for five hundred years straight." Her voice was hard at the end. Her eyes were lost, in memories. "In the late eighteen hundreds, I met two brothers."

No.

Damon thought.

It can't be...

"Their names were Stefan and Damon Salvatore." She smiled and he was gaping at her. He couldn't help it.

But she was dead...

Damon was trying to process everything, but he couldn't. Where the hell was Stefan and how was he going to keep this a secret?

"I fell in love with them. I was devastated and stupid, when they didn't want to share me." She grinned. "So I faked my death, and they were stupid enough to believe that I could turn to ash, at my age."

Damon needed support. His knees and lungs were going to giving out, even though he was still standing, and he didn't really need air. If he was a human, he would be collapsed on the floor, right now.

Damon did the only thing he knew how, he remained composed... on the outside. He knew it would amuse her if he started freaking out.

"They ended up killing each other, over me, but luckily I gave them both enough vampire blood, to keep them alive, in the end." Damon knew the ending, all too well. Because of it, he was what he was, today.

"I was on the run for more than five hundred years. All because of Klaus." She spat his name, disgusted by saying the word, out loud.

"My name is-" She started, but Damon interrupted her. He just had to. He couldn't help himself.

"Katherine Pierce." She didn't look bothered by it, she was too into the story of how history played out.

"Katerina Petrova." She nodded. "Aren't you happy to see me?" She smiled, sinisterly, tilting her head to the side.

"How?" Was the first thing that Damon managed to get out. "I already know your damn story, but how were you able to rise from the dead and take over Elena's body?"

"One story at a time." She was still smiling, but Damon was no longer frozen. His brain and mouth decided to start working again, since he had so many questions forming, and waiting to spill out of his parted lips.