很多人觉得katherine冷血，maniplulative，可是我真的好爱她，崇拜她活下来的精神。
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My head spun, no this couldn't be happening...not now! Not when I just found...her.
Damon's hand pushed my head down towards the mouth of Silas. Him unmoving though I knew my fate if my neck touches his mouth...death. Death would be my fate. Every inch of my body shook with fear. I had been prepared to die at different stages of my life. This wasn't one if them. When the cure was shoved down my throat. When I was disowned...but not now, not now when I just found something important on my life...something worth fighting for.
I begged him over and over again, "I don't wanna die, please Damon." I cried over and over, for him to stop. I don't want to leave her, not now. I will never leave her again.
I felt helpless, but it was familiar. Since the day I became a human, I've felt this helplessness every single day. Being a weak, emotional creature depending on those around you. Suddenly I felt sharp pain in my neck, I knew this was it. I struggled, moving my hands around, screaming for help...hoping the goodness in Elena might surface and save me. Nothing. No one said a word as I felt my world being drained away from me.
Darkness hugged me like a blanket, every moment in my life flashed before me. Like a whirlpool I'm sucked in, memories surrounded me like a beast trying to swallow me alive. Pictures of my life flashed in front of me. The end one was her. Nadia. Her as a Baby then her now. My mind spun back to that day when I found out who she was. The moment where I felt my life may just be complete.
"I'm Nadia Petrova and you are my mother." Nadia said her eyes teary, staring into mine. I can remember vividly the feeling of my feet going weak, my heart sinking to the pit of my stomach and the feeling that I haven't felt in centuries the feeling of ...joy. I can't believe it, my daughter was sitting I front of me? My daughter, Nadia. Even after 500 years I could still remember her face as a baby, perfect, her eyes the exact shade of mine, her face like her father's. I remember how desperate I was to hold her yet she was stripped away from me. Before I knew it I realized she had fainted. It struck me that I stuck a wood stack right in her heart and twisted it whilst I questioned her.
I grabbed hold of her and carried her bridal style. This felt weird, the weird senses of responsibility and love were so unfamiliar to me. I watched her silently as I walked down the empty streets. The dim street lights shone on her face, though it didn't quite define her facial features I couldn't tear my eyes away for her face. I cannot believe my own daughter was still alive. I can't believe even after 500 years, I could feel the sense of love I felt, when I saw her in my mother's arms. Right now, even though she was hundreds of years old, for some mysterious reason I felt like I was just holding my baby girl. The one that was stripped away from me, the reason why I'm like what I am today.
Years of running made me forget the feeling of having hot tears waiting to burst out. Right now I can feel them edging to pour out. I held onto Nadia tighter, afraid and suspicious of anyone around me.
Day after the confession
I stood by the window in our hotel room. The sky was grey and stirring. I could hear the soft drops of rain splattering on the window pane. Then I heard a rustle behind me. Closing my eyes I sucked in a breath and turned around. Pushing a strand of my hair behind my ears I held onto the mug tightly. The warmth that radiated off the mug, reminded me this was reality and that she was actually in bed. Hours ago I had gently pulled out the wooden stake that pierced through Nadia's heart. I cut opened my wrist and let my crimson blood drip into her mouth, giving her energy. Now she was awake. I approached her, cautious of the sound of my movements. I took my seat on the bed directly opposite her, and toyed with my mug. I told her I searched for her when she was 8 yet I couldn't or didn't find her after searching through all he cottages and villages. I saw her mouth twitch, her eyes narrowed on me though I knew she trusted me...after all we were mother and daughter.
Te timely I reached forward and gave her the mug, "I''m Katherina Petrova and it's nice to meet you...finally," I gave her a hug, hoping I wasn't pushing it. Despite my worries she urged my back tight and sobbed on my shoulder.
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My head spun, no this couldn't be happening...not now! Not when I just found...her.
Damon's hand pushed my head down towards the mouth of Silas. Him unmoving though I knew my fate if my neck touches his mouth...death. Death would be my fate. Every inch of my body shook with fear. I had been prepared to die at different stages of my life. This wasn't one if them. When the cure was shoved down my throat. When I was disowned...but not now, not now when I just found something important on my life...something worth fighting for.
I begged him over and over again, "I don't wanna die, please Damon." I cried over and over, for him to stop. I don't want to leave her, not now. I will never leave her again.
I felt helpless, but it was familiar. Since the day I became a human, I've felt this helplessness every single day. Being a weak, emotional creature depending on those around you. Suddenly I felt sharp pain in my neck, I knew this was it. I struggled, moving my hands around, screaming for help...hoping the goodness in Elena might surface and save me. Nothing. No one said a word as I felt my world being drained away from me.
Darkness hugged me like a blanket, every moment in my life flashed before me. Like a whirlpool I'm sucked in, memories surrounded me like a beast trying to swallow me alive. Pictures of my life flashed in front of me. The end one was her. Nadia. Her as a Baby then her now. My mind spun back to that day when I found out who she was. The moment where I felt my life may just be complete.
"I'm Nadia Petrova and you are my mother." Nadia said her eyes teary, staring into mine. I can remember vividly the feeling of my feet going weak, my heart sinking to the pit of my stomach and the feeling that I haven't felt in centuries the feeling of ...joy. I can't believe it, my daughter was sitting I front of me? My daughter, Nadia. Even after 500 years I could still remember her face as a baby, perfect, her eyes the exact shade of mine, her face like her father's. I remember how desperate I was to hold her yet she was stripped away from me. Before I knew it I realized she had fainted. It struck me that I stuck a wood stack right in her heart and twisted it whilst I questioned her.
I grabbed hold of her and carried her bridal style. This felt weird, the weird senses of responsibility and love were so unfamiliar to me. I watched her silently as I walked down the empty streets. The dim street lights shone on her face, though it didn't quite define her facial features I couldn't tear my eyes away for her face. I cannot believe my own daughter was still alive. I can't believe even after 500 years, I could feel the sense of love I felt, when I saw her in my mother's arms. Right now, even though she was hundreds of years old, for some mysterious reason I felt like I was just holding my baby girl. The one that was stripped away from me, the reason why I'm like what I am today.
Years of running made me forget the feeling of having hot tears waiting to burst out. Right now I can feel them edging to pour out. I held onto Nadia tighter, afraid and suspicious of anyone around me.
Day after the confession
I stood by the window in our hotel room. The sky was grey and stirring. I could hear the soft drops of rain splattering on the window pane. Then I heard a rustle behind me. Closing my eyes I sucked in a breath and turned around. Pushing a strand of my hair behind my ears I held onto the mug tightly. The warmth that radiated off the mug, reminded me this was reality and that she was actually in bed. Hours ago I had gently pulled out the wooden stake that pierced through Nadia's heart. I cut opened my wrist and let my crimson blood drip into her mouth, giving her energy. Now she was awake. I approached her, cautious of the sound of my movements. I took my seat on the bed directly opposite her, and toyed with my mug. I told her I searched for her when she was 8 yet I couldn't or didn't find her after searching through all he cottages and villages. I saw her mouth twitch, her eyes narrowed on me though I knew she trusted me...after all we were mother and daughter.
Te timely I reached forward and gave her the mug, "I''m Katherina Petrova and it's nice to meet you...finally," I gave her a hug, hoping I wasn't pushing it. Despite my worries she urged my back tight and sobbed on my shoulder.
