There comes a time in everybody's life that they have to say goodbye to one person or another. This…is one of those times.

I'd looked down at Katherine's casket and saw a wax figure. She didn't look like herself. Her hair wasn't curled the same as she liked it, for there were microscopic kinks in them. Her skin was a pasty yellow from the application of too much powder. She smelled of fresh embalming oil, and it, mixed with an overpowering scent of flowers sent my stomach reeling.

Her eyes didn't sparkle. Instead, they stayed shut in thanks to the visible thread keeping them there, and it was the same with her mouth.

I laid a simple rose on her partially covered body. It was fake, so it would last forever. Katherine had always loved fake roses, because they never faded or pricked her fingers - the fingers that used to stroke through my hair when she kissed me, or even when she cried into my chest. They were the same fingers that would accusingly point at me when I was to blame, or to beckon me to her. It was then that we'd usually kiss and make up, or she'd slap me, which ended up with her thrown over my shoulder and carried off to either her room or mine, in which we'd talk it out or scream at each other until I got sick of it and ended up throwing her roughly - but not too hard - up against the wall and capturing her lips in a livid and lustful caress.

She'd smile at me in between kisses, and whisper submitted thoughts into my ear, where I'd feel her sweet breath tickle me.

She'd also smile and wave to me in the stands while I was out playing on the football field, dedicating every touchdown and win to her, because she was my reason for it all.

Now, I have no reason.

Now, she was gone, taken from me in a "car accident". At least, that's what the medical examiner had written.

I could remember when I'd last saw her, and the thought took me away - away from this shell that used house the spirit of the woman of whom I was so madly in love with.

"What would you like, Sweetheart?" I'd asked her once we sat down at a simple venue near the park for lunch.

"A glass of tea and a chicken club," she replied to the waitress and I.

She'd always loved coming to this place - The Rosenthal Sub Shoppe, it was called. She ordered the same thing every time - sweet lemon tea and a chicken club. 'The lettuce is crisp, the tomatoes are fresh, the mayo is light, the chicken is always grilled, the bread is rye, and the tea is always extra sweet,' was her reply one day when I asked her what she loved about her meal.

I agreed the day I decided to order the same thing.

"What are your plans for the weekend?" I questioned in want to make plans.

"This is actually the one weekend I'm not free," she said. My spirits fell immediately, and she saw, but they came back up when she grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze, "I'm meeting my mother for the first time in my life, and my sister."

"I never knew you had a sister," I spoke casually. "I thought it was just you and Grayson." That was her dad's name - Grayson Gilbert.

"So did I," she laughed. Her laugh was so pure and genuine that I couldn't help but smile. "My mother's name is Miranda, and my sister's name is Elena. Dad even told me that I have a little brother. He said his name was Jeremy."

"What's their last name?" I asked.

"My mother kept Gilbert as a last name," she stated.

"So, if your family's name is Gilbert," I started, "then why is your last name Pierce?"

"My father wanted me to have Jen's last name for some reason," she replied. Jennifer Pierce was her ex-stepmother's name.

"Well, I hope you have fun in Virginia this weekend," I laughed. "I think it's much different than New York City."

"That's for sure," she agreed.

We'd spoken of random topics until our food came, and then left happily. I drove her home, and she'd left that Friday. Little did I know that the following Wednesday I'd be down here in Virginia to see her again, only to be laying in a casket filled with practical belongings like her favorite book, which was To Kill a Mockingbird, and wearing her favorite clothes, which were simple blue jeans, and a white tank top, with her necklace that I'd bought her for her birthday. It was custom made with our names engraved on a single charm. I held the charm up to my fingers and watched it glisten in the low light. At that moment, though, I'd come too close and made contact with her skin.

It was as cold as ice, if not colder.

Right then and there, I fell onto the covered part of her body and cried.

I didn't care if people saw me. I didn't care if they were to say, "Look at him! He's the strongest lineman on the team and he's crying like a baby!"

My Katherine was gone, and she wasn't coming back.

"Stefan, dear," I felt Katherine's aunt, Jenna, come up to me and grab my shoulders. "Come to the lobby with me. I know it's hard, but this is just making it harder."

She tried pulling me, but I wouldn't budge, "No, I can't leave her!"

I caused a bit of commotion, and Jenna went and called security to escort me to the lobby.

We stopped at a sign saying "Katherine Elizabeth Pierce", and an arrow pointing in the direction to go in to pay respects to her dead body.

Security sat me down on one of the uncomfortable pieces of furniture and I didn't fight them. Jenna came next to me.

"I'm sorry, Stefan," she said. "I really wish I could be there for you, but I have to move to Virginia to take care of Elena and Jeremy."

Grayson and Miranda had died in the car accident, too. Jeremy wasn't in the accident, or so I heard. Elena was the only survivor, and I didn't know who she was.

"I don't know what to do without her, Jenna," I said. My heart was torn into pieces.

She didn't reply, and instead, I got up to go to the bathroom. When I rounded the staircase to enter the hallway where the bathrooms are, I stopped in my tracks.


Wait a minute - was this an undercover plan or something?

Katherine was standing right in front of me with straight hair. Those brown eyes were big and her petite body was covered in a subtle black dress that showed off a bit of her leg. I loved when she wore anything to show off her wonderful legs. They were always so smooth and soft. I'd trace my fingers up and down the sides of them for hours when she'd stretch them across my lap when on my couch.

She was speaking with some people that I didn't know, but they soon left and she entered a small room filled with tissues and other mourning supplies.

I took my chance and entered in after her.

Her back was to me, so I grabbed her gently by the waist and turned her around. Before she had time to speak, I planted my lips on hers and kissed her as if I would never see her again.

When I released her lips, I hugged her close to me and mumbled through her hair.

"Oh, Katherine," I said. "I knew it wasn't you in the casket. You looked too fake, like a wax figure. I've missed you so much. Please don't ever leave me again. I love you!"

"Whoa!" she said subtly, but still exclamatory. "You must be Stefan."

"Of course," I looked at her. "Did you get some sort of amnesia when you were in the accident?"

"Oh, no," she said, obviously feeling sorry for me. "It's nice to meet you, Stefan Salvatore. My name is Elena Gilbert, and I'm Katherine's twin sister."

"Tw-twin?" I asked, eyes wide. "I'm so sorry."

I felt like such an idiot.

"It's alright," she said. "Look, can I tell you something?"

"Yeah," I said awkwardly.

"I don't think my family was just killed in a car accident," she stated. "In fact, I know that they were murdered, and I'm going to find the killer. I need somebody who knew Katherine well, so it'd be nice if you could help me. Would you like to be my partner in crime, Stefan Salvatore?"

For some reason, the way she said my name made me unable to resist.

"Yes, Elena Gilbert. I'll help you."

Thus begins our journey into a world unknown.