“What?” Stefan said when words failed to leave both Damon and my mouths. She was still staring at me.
“I can’t believe it. How is this possible?” she said to herself. I was at loss. What was she TALKING about? Stefan slowly walked towards her and knelt beside her.
“Katherine, we need you to tell us. What are you talking about? How is Elena…you?” he asked gently. She seemed to calm down and she walked over to the bar. She shakily poured herself a large neat vodka, vodca and downed it. She slammed the glass down and stared at the fire.
“A few years before I came to Mystic Falls in 1864,...
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