Chapter Eleven.

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Katerina ran through the woods as fast as she could, tripping on the ends of her dress a few times.
She decided to hide behind a tree as she noticed Elijah and his men looking for her.
"She's here. Katerina! I know you're near, I can smell your blood. It's pointless to run, Klaus will find you wherever you are." Elijah called, his voice echoing through the trees.
Trevor arrived, confronting the older Original, pointing in a direction that Katerina wasn't in.
"This way. There is more blood over there." He told him.
As they left for the designated direction, Katerina stood up. Just as she did so, Trevor appeared out of nowhere and put a finger to her lips as he pushed her against the tree.
"Head east." He whispered. "I can't lead them astray anymore."
"I can't run anymore." Katerina panted.
"Never mind. There's a cottage. You'll be safe. Go now." He said. "Go!"
As soon as he'd spoken his final syllable, Katerina fled.
She ran as fast as her legs would carry her until she reached a cottage.
She knocked on the door with pure desperation.
"Help, please help me!" She pleaded.
The door opened to reveal an old woman.
"Please, help me." The doppelganger repeated.
"I don't invite strangers into my home." The woman said.
"No, Trevor. He said that you'd help me." Katerina begged.
"Damn him. Always making promises I don't want to keep." A younger voice spoke from inside.
A woman not much older than Katerina appeared next to the old woman and looked the Bulgarian over.
"Let the girl in." She sighed.
Katerina entered the house as the woman compels the older woman.
"Bring her water and something to eat." She said.
"You must be Rose." Katerina thought aloud. "Thank you. Trevor said to show you this."
With that, she pulled out a misted white stone. "To prove I am who I say and that you'd help me to freedom."
Rose stalked over to the young girl, observing what she knew to be the Moonstone.
"You stole this from Klaus?" Rose asked, raising an eyebrow.
"It was supposed to be part of the sacrifice ritual, so I grabbed it and made my escape." Katerina explained.
Rose scoffed. "People do not escape from Klaus. Everyone who tries ends up back in his grasp and anyone who helps them dies."
"I know the risk you bring on yourself by giving me aid." Katerina nodded.
"I'm risking nothing. At nightfall, I'll bring you back to Klaus and beg him to show us both mercy." Rose replied, matter-of-factly.
Katerina looked at her with pure shock and attempted to run, but Rose caught her and pushed her into an empty room.
"No! No!" The doppelganger screamed as Rose locked the door. 

A few hours past and Rose went to check on Katerina.As she walks in, telling the girl it was time to go, she was overwhelmed by the strong scent of blood. She looked down, seeing that Katerina had a fresh wound on her stomach.
"When did this happen?" Rose asked, pointing to the pool of blood.
"In the woods. I tripped." Katerina winced as she shuffled herself on the bed she was laying on.
"It's a lie. I would have smelled it." Rose snarled, stalking over to the girl.
She opened her hand, revealing a knife. She snatched it from her.
"I'd rather die than go back to Klaus. Please, just let me die." Katerina pleaded.
"If you die then Trevor dies with you." Rose snapped, taking a bite out of her wrist and putting it to Katerina's lips, forcing the blood down her throat as Trevor arrived.
"Where is she?" Trevor asked the old woman.
Rose rushed over to him, leaving Katerina alone. She then pushed the boy against the nearest wall.
"You have set us both on the path of death. I only hope Klaus sees the honour in returning that girl to him." Rose spat.
"He will sacrifice her!" Trevor countered.
"Then so be it!" Rose shrieked.
"I love her, Rose." He whimpered.
"He'll kill you. He won't stop until he has all of our heads."
"Then we shall run until we die." Trevor nodded.
All of a sudden, there was the crash of wood on wood.
The pair rushed into the room Katerina was in, only to find her hanging from a rope attached to the beams of the ceiling.

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