Katherine Pierce

Stefan looked around him. Rebekah had brought him to a party for which they weren’t invited. But she had used her charms to have the owner of the house to invite them in. “What are we doing here?”
“Doing groceries” Rebekah replied. She let her eyes glide over the guests as if she was comparing products.
“I have blood bags” Stefan said. Rebekah gave him a disgusted look. “I’m not eating deep fried food. I prefer it to be fresh. Sure wewe agree”
“Blood is blood” Stefan said.
“There” Rebekah pointed at the corner left from Stefan. “He looks yummy”
“Rebekah” Stefan...

Elena was too ashamed to leave her room and she didn’t open when someone knocked. And thus Caroline invited herself in. She found her best friend sitting in a corner, her arms thrown around her knees.
“Ah, poor thing” Caroline sighed compassionate as she walked to Elena, a box in her arms. “Damon told me what happened. wewe okay?”
Elena shrugged and wiped her tears. “He’s says this is normal. How would he know? He’s a dude, isn’t he?”
“But he’s right” Caroline alisema and she sank down inayofuata to her.
“My stomach hurts” Elena sobbed. Caroline searched through her box and...

Katherine was standing on a ladder when some kind of tornado swirled in the room and collided to it, causing Katherine to tumble down.
“Okay, ow!” she exclaimed. She accepted the hand that was reached out and pulled herself up. The moment she looked at Amber’s face she jerked her hand and wiped it off. Amber rolled her eyes. “Bitch, please, get over yourself” she alisema disdainful.
“What are wewe doing here? Stefan doesn’t want wewe here” Katherine snapped.
Amber chuckled. “See, that’s where you’re wrong. Stefan practically begged me to come back and since he turned me I find...

Damon Salvatore was in the living room drowning his silent sorrows and soundless grief in alcohol, staring at the fire. His moyo broken, his soul wounded kwa the words that escaped the two women’s lips, women who he forever loved and forever will love, their words proclaimed and claimed Stefan, Saint Stefan, as their own. “I never loved you. It was always Stefan.” “I care about you. But I upendo Stefan, it will always be Stefan.” Those were the words, the words that wound him zaidi than vervain and kill him zaidi than the stake through the heart. Why could there be another person who...