She'd been following the little breather for quite a while now. Why Stefan saved her was beyond her, until she too saw her. There had to be a reason for the look alike, that intrigued Katherine more than anything, the why.

Being uncharacteristically Katherine, she waited patiently; patiently until Elena left for that small southern town. That's when her patience ran out.

She began to haunt the girl in owl form first, and then she'd randomly appear on campus and in the grocery store.

The only thing missing was Damon.

"Humans are so ...", Katherine tilted her head in thought, her tongue flickering out then gliding over pouting lips then chose the adjective, "oblivious." In her world, she'd chose to become a modern-day Elizabeth Bathory. Long ago she'd taken the title as the most prolific female serial killer in history; except the entire being alive thing probably nixed that one.

"Tighter," she hissed as the girl pulled the corset so her waist was as tiny as possible. Men and women both seemed to like that, particularly when she played with her meals, allowing them to see the corset beneath.

The stylish clothes didn't hid her other-worldliness, it did quite the oppositte giving Katherine a veneer of mystery.

Katherine had taken her time, watching and waiting getting a lay of the land before she would assault the whore who now dallied with 'her' boys affections. No one could have them, they were hers and it was time to remind them of that fact.

The raven-haired beauty had a few plans before she met up with Damon.

The sunshine called her, as she longed for a walk in a beautify garden. Today she would sleep with death, there was a certain excitement for her. Her body moved in anticipation. Afterward, she'd get some take out. But that would be tonight, when the girl was out and about.

Then she'd begin to shadow that teenage threat.

All of this put her in a good mood and she was ready.

One is never truly dead if another remembers.