Novel & Cerita Vampire Diaries Katherine 1864

“A bit. At least I don’t feel like I am being hit with a hammer anymore.” Caleb kisses my forehead, sending sparks around my body. “You will feel better in the morning.” He goes to the fridge and takes out a bottle of water. “While we walk to where we are meeting Katherine, you should drink more liquids. It will help with the hangover.” “Who is Katherine?” I ask as I put on the boots and the jacket. “She is… was a slave for the Cosasi Vampires at the same time I was.” Despite the constant pounding in my head, I feel how my blood is boiling. “Did she… do anything to you?”

Besides, it was not as if she was actually smart. Diana raised a brow as Katherine sent a flirtatious smile to the king. She remembered hearing Katherine was a lesbian or perhaps, had she been ungayed? Diana chuckled lightly at her thoughts. Ungayed was a good one. Katherine the "ungayed" vampire. The sound of that made her laugh a little harder, unfortunately catching the attention of some people in the room. "What's so funny, Mutt?" Katherine sneered. "The smell of desperation, it tickles my nose," Diana smirked, ignoring the confused faces of the people in the room.

To make sure that I couldn't smell something that shouldn't be there. It wasn't long after that when Katherine came into the room with three large vampires and a witch at her side. She grabbed the key out of her pocket and she unchained me and Sawyer came back into the room and he started rubbing some sort of lotion on the deep wounds that I had on my ankle before wrapping it in a bandage. "Well, now that we're going to be here for a while. Why don't we get to know each other better." Katherine says sitting in the chair in the corner or the room.

I was suffocating, unable to breathe. Suddenly, a voice pierced the darkness. "Wake up, please!" Katherine's voice was urgent, pleading. I tried to move, but my body was paralyzed. "Nathaniel... Nathaniel... my Alpha," she whispered, her voice cracking with desperation. I knew that voice, my mate's voice. With a surge of adrenaline, I thrashed around, fighting to break free from the nightmare's grip. My eyes snapped open, and I saw Katherine's face, etched with relief. Without thinking, I crashed my lips into hers, seeking a distraction from the horror still haunting me.

The few who stood and fought learned quickly why that was a mistake. They emerged into the streets of Manhattan just as dawn was breaking, the first rays of sunlight sending the few pursuing vampires screaming back into the shadows. "That's done, then," Katherine said, leaning against a wall and catching her breath. "We just robbed the vampire equivalent of Fort Knox. Started a war with the entire blood-drinker community. And you ate an elder." "Busy night."

Her dress is absolutely looking like Elena's gown, which she stole from Caroline Forbes. “You dressed up like Katherine?” Chloe asked Charlotte. “Yeah, and you are dressed up like Elena. But it suits you,” Charlotte said after observing her costume. “Katherine suits you too,” “Enough. When did you both obsess over The Vampire Diaries? You guys didn’t tell me,” Care asked, folding her arms. “I was bored, so I was watching it fully,” Chloe said as Charlotte nodded. “Oh, I see. Lately, I have been seeing Elite,” Caroline said and their brother entered the hall.

I noticed a small couch in a corner and took a seat on it. "Do you always watch me every night?" She suddenly asked me breaking the silence. "Since you got attacked," I confirmed and she nodded. "You're quite calm for someone who just learned that completely fictional characters actually exist," I pointed out. I've noticed ever since I told her that I was a vampire she kept a calm expression as if she's been told the exact same thing her whole life. "I really don't know either. I just feel this weird sense of belonging." That's probably the effect of the sacred book on her. She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing.

Arabella shuffled through the stack. "Let's see. Vini, will you come here for a second? You should be at least a little familiar with the guests." She extended the stack of papers to Lavinia. Each page had a small portrait of a woman and was accompanied by a short biography and family profile. The first photograph was of a pretty woman with olive skin and rich black hair. Her smile revealed pointed teeth. "This is mother's top pick," said Arabella. "Cordelia Austen. French. A vampire. The Austen's are in the business of architecture. Factories specifically. The one you were plucked out of was one of their constructions I believe."

"What the hell... How old are they! —No one saw anything out of the ordinary about them, that's what my great—great—great grandfather wrote in his journal, but when the disappearances of young women began they started looking for clues to whatever was going on, but it was as if the earth was swallowing them up, there was no trace of those girls left until the day he saw that same vampire that... Antton, tearing a girl to pieces without mercy My hands are shaking so I hide them because I couldn't even believe it, she keeps talking more about them and when I had my chance I asked what year that had been and when I heard the year my mouth literally fell to the floor because that was in the year

I said as I moved closer to h and put my palm on his forehead. He looked at me with a kind of, 'what are you doing', facial expressions. "What are you doing?" He asked as he removed my palm from his forehead. "Stay still---" I said as I put my palm back. "I am just checking your temperature." I added. "Your body is cold." I said. "I told you that vampires are cold blooded. Do you forget things so quickly." He said to me with a frown as usual. "I didn't forget. I will get going now." I said as I held the knob of the door.