Across from her stood Elena Gilbert, the girl who wore her face but possessed none of her ruthlessness. Elena had come for the truth about Klaus, the Original vampire who had hunted Katherine across the globe since 1492.
Bulgaria , 1490. In a small, dimly lit room, the air was thick with the scent of iron and sweat. A young Katerina Petrova lay exhausted, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she clutched at the sheets. Her mother leaned close, whispering words of encouragement, until the silence was broken by the sharp cry of a newborn. It was a girl. [S2E9] Katerina
"He wanted me for a sacrifice," Katherine said, her voice smooth and dangerous as she toyed with the moonstone in her palm. She recounted her escape to England, the betrayal of the vampire Rose, and the moment she realized she would rather die on her own terms than be slaughtered like cattle. By her own hand, she had turned into the very monster Klaus couldn't use, condemning herself to a life of eternal flight. Across from her stood Elena Gilbert, the girl
But the shadow of her father loomed over them. He didn’t see a grandchild; he saw a mark of shame that had disgraced their family name. Ignoring his daughter’s desperate pleas, he took the child and walked out of the room, leaving Katerina to scream in a hollow agony that would echo through the next five centuries. In a small, dimly lit room, the air