You Are My Life

Isn't This a Cute Moment

Mallorie woke up to her phone vibrating. At first, she didn't know where she was. Once she sat up, she realized she was in the Salvatore house. The sun peaked through the curtains. She picked up her buzzing phone. It was a call from Bonnie. 

"Hello?" Mallorie asked.

"Mallorie, where are you?" Bonnie seemed panicked.

Mallorie checked the time and bolted out of bed. "I'm so sorry, Bonnie. I know I'm late. I didn't set an alarm. I'll be there as soon as I can."

With that, she hung up and quickly shot Elena a text saying where she was and that she would be a minute. As she raced around grabbing stuff for the bathroom, Mallorie noticed Damon had run to her house to get some clothes for the wake. She smiled but continued her rush to the bathroom.

In a little over fifteen minutes, Mallorie was ready to go. It wasn't like her hair needed to be washed every day anyway. She met Elena in the driveway, and they drove to the Lockwood Mansion. As they found a place to park, Damon, Stefan, and Bonnie approached the car.

Mallorie stepped out. "What's going on?"

"There's been a development." Damon ushered her over to the side. "I need you to keep calm as I tell you this because the last thing we need is a scene on our hands."

"Okay." Mallorie stopped and crossed her arms. "What's going on?"

Before Damon could speak, Mallorie spotted herself walking through the yard. Stefan quickly caught up with the other version of her and started talking to her. To keep herself from falling, Mallorie grabbed onto Damon's forearms. From the corner of her eye, she could see his head turn to follow her gaze, but she couldn't stop staring.

"Turns out Katherine knows a plastic surgeon." Damon grimaced.

Mallorie continued to stare, slack-jawed, at Katherine as she moved across the yard. How she had pulled it off, Mallorie had no idea. All she knew was that she was watching someone who looked a lot like her talk to Stefan.

"How?" Mallorie shifted her eyes to Damon. "Why?"

"We don't know." Damon shook his head. "But she's not going to get away with it."

"I feel sick. I can't stay here." Mallorie touched her forehead.

Damon cupped her face. "This is going to be our new normal until we can figure out what she wants, okay? I need you to put on a brave face."

Mallorie shook her head. "Please, not today."

"Okay." Damon hugged her before leading her back to his car.

The drive back to the Salvatore house was a silent one. Mallorie couldn't wrap her mind around what she had seen. How had Katherine been able to change her appearance overnight? It seemed impossible by all counts. Why had she decided to look like Mallorie? It's not like Stefan liked her, too. 

"Penny for your thoughts." Damon raised his brows.

"You'll need at least a quarter for these thoughts." Mallorie kept her eyes fixed on the world outside the car.

"I know it's a lot to handle, but I might be able to help. I know Katherine pretty well," Damon said.

"Why me?" Mallorie turned to him. "Why not keep looking like Elena? It's not like your brother likes me."

"I don't know why Katherine does the things she does." Damon shrugged. "I guess she thought you were prettier."

"Though I appreciate the compliment, I know you're keeping something from me. I won't push." Mallorie frowned. "Do you know how she did it?"