Chapter 1

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However, I do own Catherine Matthews/ my very own Katherine Peirce, her backstory, the storyline, and any additional characters that do not belong to The Vampire Diaries or The Originals. Characters in this story may not have the same opinion as you. These characters are all fictional.

I still don't understand what the bloody hell happened to me. One minute I was bitching about how the main character in the show, Elena Gilbert got a happy ending while others life got fucked up and the next minute a bright light filled my room, and I am standing on the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere, holding an unfamiliar dress and a bag!

I looked at my surroundings and noticed it was so quiet. But I could still hear a few voices. Voices from far away. A couple of people were walking by in the distance. They were talking about a fire accident at an old medical clinic near the Town Square due to which the festival got cut short.

I shouldn't be hearing the sounds from this far, but it is still damn clear like they were just beside me. Also, I don't know any town square near the place I live in. I shook my head, hoping I am not going nuts.

I walked a few feet more until I reached a few residences down the road. Is it the Flash tv show, where Barry Allen took me from my home before I could see him? But how the hell did I get the super-hearing? I saw a man walking a few feet away from me, and so I decided to question him about my whereabouts. I determined to catch up to him, and just like that, I was standing behind him.

Teleportation or Super speed? Thank god, no one saw me, anyway.

"Hello?" I called out to the middle-aged man.

Before I could ask him a question, he started talking, "Ahh! Elena, how are you doing nowadays?" he asked.

Elena?

Before I could say 'you got the wrong girl' line, I heard a ding. I am pretty sure it came from my pockets.

I checked them to find a phone in it.

It's not mine, though. It's damn outdated. iPhone 3G? It was a message from someone named Isobel. Who the fuck is Isobel?

I unlocked it with my password, and the damn thing opened without any trouble. Great, someone has my mindset. Great minds think alike. But, what's with the bag, it's eww. Too old fashioned.

'It's done. They are dead.' The message read.

Who the fuck died?

No, no, no, the owner of this phone, and I am nothing alike. I mean, I would gladly kill people if they annoy me but, I don't feel like going to jail in my 20's.

"Are you alright, Elena, honey? You look quite shaken up?" the man in front of me asked, "If it's about the fire in Gilbert building, you don't need to worry. Your uncle is safe, I just talked to John before coming here," he rambled.

Gilbert building? I once again checked the phone in my hand. It says February 25, 2010.

WHAT THE FUCK?

Isn't it August 2018? And now that I look more carefully, the wallpaper on the phone has Nina Dobrev on it. Well, she looks more like Katherine with waves and curls than Elena.

"I should get going?" I said to the man in front of me, more like a question, and turned to walk away.

"Your house is this side, honey," he said, pointing at the opposite direction towards a house in another lane.

"Oh! yeah, thanks," I said, walking to the pointed direction.

"Poor girl. Must be pretty shaken up with tonight's events," I heard him mutter as I walked away.

Elena. Isobel. Town square. Uncle John. Gilbert building. Fire accident at the medical clinic. Feb 2010.

"Are you fucking kidding me? No, that's not possible? It makes no sense, no logic. I can't be Katherine Fucking Peirce," I said aloud, moving the hair out of my face. "This is absolutely insane. I am now Katherine Peirce, and I am currently in the episode where she makes the first entry in the show."

Just when I thought the universe can't fuck with me anymore.

I was still playing everything in my head, trying to accept what's happening around me. Without recognizing, I reached the house the guy pointed to, with house no. 2104. I just stood before the house, not knowing what to do. I then saw something that made my heart beat fast. It was Ian Somerhalder leaving the house. He smiled when he saw me on the front porch.

I think I stopped breathing. Yes, of course, vampires have a heartbeat in the show, at least according to Alaric. Which was also explained a reason for the possibility of how Caroline could bear the Gemini twins. I then recognized the person standing before me is not Ian Somerhalder. It's Damon Salvatore, who follows Elena like a dog from season 2.

"Elena," he called out to me, seeing I was just staring at him dumbly.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him, Elena-like. Wait, where the fuck did I get the American accent from when I am from Australia?

"Failed and feeble attempt at doing the right thing," he said.

"Which was...," I asked though I already know that he was informing Jeremy about Anna's death.

"It's not important. Let me take this for you," Damon said, taking the bag and dress from my hands and set it down on the patio.

"Thank you," I said. But I certainly wasn't thankful, I mean the guy just took it and kept it two steps away from me.

"You know, I came to this town wanting to destroy it. Tonight, I found myself wanting to protect it. How does that happen? I'm not a hero, Elena. I don't do good. It's not in me," he said, feeling very emotional.

Seriously dude? Why are you saying all this to me? I just want to figure out this whole stuck in a tv show drama and look for a way to survive this shit until I find my way back.

But I didn't say it; instead, I said, "Maybe it is," wanting to get out of here.

"Nah, it's reserved to my brother, and you..and Bonnie, who even though has every reason to hate, still helped Stefan save me," he said, still yapping about his new feelings.

"Why do you sound so surprised?" I asked this time.

"Because she did it for you, which means that somewhere along the way, you decided that I was worth saving. And I wanted to thank you for that," he said.

You could've just told the damn thing already and saved me of all this emotional drama.

"You are welcome," I said, and he kissed me on my cheek, and I stare at him wide-eyed. Oh! No, he is going to kiss me, before I could move away from him, his lips already met with mine.

Goodness, he is darn good at this. 160 years of experience, of course, he is good. He put my past boyfriends to shame. I couldn't help but kiss him back and live in the moment.

I know for a fact that he is a tad bit in love with Katherine even now, and I could always use it to my advantage if I am going to be stuck here. All he needs is a little push.

"I am disappointed Damon, you waited for me for 146 years only to fall in love with my Doppelganger," I said faking a hurt tone, "I watched you with so many girls in past years, but you never loved any of them, not even Charlotte when she was ready to die for you. But now you fell in love with Elena. It's like you are expecting me to not be in the tomb just so you could hate me and love the next best thing near you."

Damn, I should get nominated for the Oscar.

"Katherine?" he said petrified. It was too damn funny, but being the good girl I am, I didn't laugh in his face.

"I can't blame you because it's my fault for staying away from you. But I just wanted you to know I love you, even if you don't. I also can't say why I left you. All I can say is, I wanted to protect you and me being far away from you is the best way I could do it," I gave him one last peck while he just stood there trying to process the shit I said, and then we were interrupted by Jenna.

"It's late. You should probably come inside," Jenna said, looking stern.

I gave one fake last longing look at Damon and went inside as Jenna closed the door behind me. I know he won't come inside because of Jenna, as it will be awkward as she just saw us kissing, but he will if I do something dangerous like kill her, which I will not.

"I don't want to talk about it," I said to her before she could open her mouth, and she stayed silent.

I saw John going to the kitchen and followed.

I am pretty sure Damon is still lurking outside. Poor guy. He won't be able to decipher, which is 'true me.' The one that left him thinking she was in a tomb or the one that he met now.

"You know when I first met Isobel...I was a teenager, I fell in love with her instantly, although I am pretty sure she never did. A part of me, why I hate Vampires, is because of what she became and how it ruined her. I would've never sent her to Damon if I had known she wanted to turn," John babbles.

God! I have heard enough confessions today.

Just then, Jenna came and said she had to meet fire chief about building and left. I know Damon will come at any minute, now that Jenna's gone, so I started with my acting again. I quickly grabbed a knife and sliced of John's fingers that have a ring to it, before he could say anything I said in an angry tone "I told you the Salvatore's should not come to any harm, but you crossed me," I said and stabbed him with a knife.

Omg! I stabbed someone with a knife, and I felt good. Or maybe it's just John.

Whatever, I guess it's okay to kill people here. It's going to help me survive in the future, and it's not like John will die, and I didn't like him in the show anyway, so it's okay to cause him a little pain. I saw Damon enter the kitchen, and I gave him a shocked look like I didn't know he was listening and left the house before he could interrogate me any further.

I stayed a few feet away from home listening to Elena's conversation over the phone of how someone stole her outdated bag and stupid dress. She then entered the house. I heard her shouting at Damon. "Oh my god, John? Damon? Did you stab him? How could you? He is still my father Damon, you can't just kill him," she started lecturing him.

"It's not me, Elena, it's Katherine. She was here," he said, "I would've gone straight to neck if I wanted to kill him."

"Why would Katherine do this? What is she doing here, anyway?" she asked.

"Will you call an ambulance or just stand there asking questions?" he snapped at her. She then called 911. Stupid Doppelganger. There is only one Mary Sue here. After a few minutes, an ambulance came and took John to the hospital.

Meanwhile, Elena went and checked on Jeremy. Stefan came later and said Jeremy was doing fine, and he didn't take enough sleeping tablets to die. Elena went to the hospital after that. Damon had already gone earlier when he got a call from the Sheriff about Caroline being in an accident. He said to Elena that they can discuss 'me' later with Stefan and left the house before Stefan came down.

Stefan was still in the house looking after Jeremy, and I was itching to meet Paul Wesley in person. But I had to remind myself that he is a brooding Vampire who hates me and is a puppet of Elena.

"Hey, how was Caroline?" he said, pulling me into a hug.

"Wrong question, Stefan. I mean...right question but the wrong person," I said, pulling out of the hug.

"Katherine?" he said grabbing my neck

"Now, now, what did I do to you to be so hostile to me, Stefan?" I asked, feigning innocence.

"Are you kidding me! What did you do, really?" he asked, getting angry, pushing me to the wall.

"Yes, what did I do Stefan other than turning you? Is being a Vampire that bad Stef? The speed, the strength? The immortality? Don't you enjoy it?" I asked.

"You created me into a monster," he said, throwing me on a couch, and damn, that didn't hurt a bit, but I sat up straight in a second.

Perks of being a 500-year-old vampire, I guess.

"I didn't create you into a monster, Stefan. That's on you. It is not my fault that you can't control your bloodlust. I just wanted you to have this gift. You weren't meant to die in that small town, and I really don't feel guilty for what I have done. You should live and enjoy your life. See the world, meet new people. I loved you enough to give that to you," I said, "I couldn't be there for you both, for reasons I can't tell you about. But I wanted you both to have to enjoy your life. Did you see how well the immortality suits you? Did you ever see Damon being that confident when he was human? He was always a disappointment to your father. Your brother had to live in your shadow every single day. But now, he calls himself eternal stud, and every girl swoons at his sight. Damon couldn't have done 90% of the things he is doing now. Turning you was just something I thought will be right, and I don't regret it. You were compassionate when you were human, and being a vampire will just intensify it," Stefan was dumbfounded and wanted to say something, but I stopped him again, saying, "Again, the rivalry between your brothers is not my fault. You were the ones who switched off your humanity and fought like toddlers. I thought your bond was stronger than that. It was what I admired in both of you when you were humans. The Salvatore brothers, best friends," I said, trying to feel nostalgic and repeating his dialogue.

Damn, I am getting good at this.

"Then why did you leave him? Why leave us? Why fake your death while you are not in that damn tomb? Why did you play with both of us? Why?" he asked, frustrated.

"I can't tell you why I left. All I can say is, I didn't play you guys. I loved you both equally, wholeheartedly. I have lived a long life to know that you can love two persons at the same time. You were both goods in your ways, and I loved you both for that," I lied to him, looking straight in his eye. He looked torn, not knowing what to think...what to believe. Before he could ask any more questions, I left hearing, Damon and Elena come home. I went out and eavesdropped on their discussion again.

"Elena," I heard Stefan's voice say.

"Stefan," the bitch said.

"What happened?" Damon asked.

"Katherine happened," said Stefan. I am pretty sure he is confused by my talk or, preferably, my confession. Now he doesn't know what to believe, which is perfectly good enough for me and gives me time to figure out my future plans.

This sounds fun. Maybe staying here for a few days isn't so bad after all.

I am going to survive this 'protagonist-biased' American teenage drama.

I am Katherine Peirce now. I am a fucking Survivor.