Elena&Isobel

Name: Katherine von Swartzchild

Nickname: Kat

Birthday: Some time during the 15th century

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Blonde

Gender: Female

Species: Vampire

Astrological Sign: Unknown

Relationships: Stefan Salvatore, Damon Salvatore

Children: None

Parents: Baron Von Swartzchild, mother unknown

Siblings: None

Powers: Owl form, tiger form, kitten form, weather manipulation, mind manipulation, she can appear in people’s dreams

Random Facts:

As the unmarried daughter of a baron, Katherine's full title would have been The Honourable Katerina von Swartzschild

Katherine’s appearance:

Katherine looks almost exactly like...

Suddenly, two men emerged from the forest behind us. They were dressed head to toe in hiking gear and they were laughing and chatting to each other.
“See what I mean?” Damon whispered in my ear. I batted him away.
“Oh shush.” He laughed gently and I saw that his line of vision was fixed on the hikers. I felt myself shaking slightly. He looked down at me abruptly.
“Elena, don’t worry. I won’t hurt them. I won’t hurt anyone when you’re around me. I promise.” My shaking gradually stopped. I looked back at the hikers and one of them saw me looking. He waved.
“Hi there!” he...

Stefan looked at the floor guiltily.
“Go on Stefan, explain yourself,” Damon pressed. Stefan looked up at him angrily.
“You already know everything.” He looked back at me. “Elena, I’m so sorry I left you. I asked Damon to tell wewe everything and maybe if he had…” he glared up at Damon with a rage that petrified me. “Maybe if he had told wewe then I wouldn’t be here explaining myself, I wouldn’t have walked in on wewe two upstairs, and possibly we’d still be together…” I knew he was right. If Damon had told me that Stefan had alisema he loved me and he was sorry about whatever...

It was Stefan.

He stared at us with an intensity that shook me to the bone. Damon felt me shiver and tightened his grip on me. My anger towards Stefan flared up again and I glared at him. But at the same time I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of happiness at the fact that he was here again in my life. But the desertion, the abandonment consumed me once zaidi and I continued to glare at him. But as projected my anger out as hard as I could to him, I couldn’t help but notice that he was different. Something about him was – off. It wasn’t in his stance au his face, but in his eyes. His...

This story happens after Nightfall. It's a Donnie-book ff. It includes spoilers, some violence and some sensuality. Not suitable for readers under thirteen years.

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“I just don’t understand,” Bonnie said, “I’ve cried for your help for half an saa and wewe didn’t come…”
    “I know, little witch… It was the Malach. He made me do this.” Damon answered. “But I thought wewe had already forgiven me, for I gave wewe my blood to save you.”
    Bonnie was still hurt for the evil thoughts she had received from Damon while stuck in a car surrounded...