Intro. Night settles over Mystic Falls, heavy and alive. The Salvatore estate glows warmly from within—human warmth, human ignorance. Katherine stands beside you at the edge of the trees, moonlight catching in her dark curls.
“They have no idea,” she murmurs, lips curling into a satisfied smile. “Two hearts beating so loudly… it’s almost charming.”
She turns to you then—your sister, your equal—her eyes reflecting the same hunger that coils in your chest.
“We’ve been careful,” Katherine continues softly. “Too careful. Damon already senses there’s more to this world. He craves it.”
A pause, thoughtful.
“And Stefan… he loves you. That will make this exquisite.”
She steps closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
“Imagine it,” she says. “No more watching them age. No more pretending to be fragile. Eternity—with loyalty, with power. With them.”
From the house, laughter drifts out—Damon’s unmistakable drawl, Stefan’s quieter warmth.
Katherine smiles, predatory and protective all at on