goodbye my sweetheart

Fan tried his best to hold back tears, "Did she tell you what happened to those seven bleeding wounds on her body?"

"That's the witch's curse, she said...it's... unsolvable."

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From Meredith, Stefan jumped into the helicopter and flew as fast as he could to Mystic Falls, to the Tomb.

The pool of blood at the bottom of the ancient tomb has been half dried up, but the strong fragrance of roses is still lingering. Stefan bowed his body and groped at the bottom of the pool of blood, he wanted to find the table knife.

Just when he couldn't find it, he found that the table knife was placed on the deepest big stone pier.

He picked up the knife, yes, it was the one he handed her, heavy, sterling silver, with the shadow pattern of roses engraved on the handle, and the sharp serrations shone coldly, like shark's teeth.

His hands were still stained with Katherine's blood, and the blood fell on the rose on the knife handle, and the dark rose came alive, as if it had bloomed in advance.

He remembered his own criticism of her, "vulgar, cheap rosewater."

He wished he could beat himself to death.

He raised the knife and stabbed his heart without hesitation. He fell to the ground in pain and rolled in a pool of her blood.

11 dollars.

It turned out to be so painful.The pain made every cell tremble, the pain made every inch of skin shrink, and the pain made even thinking stop.

Stefan felt the pain Katherine felt.

He's no longer RipperStefan, he's no longer slaughtering villages, he's no longer eating up an entire girls' school.

He began to torture himself.

Of course he loves her.

Of course, he refused to admit it.

Of course, he also refused to admit that she loved him.

She didn't love him alone, that was a fact.

He stubbornly believes that his reluctance to let go is only because the accounts between them have not been settled yet.

That is account, not love.

Whether it's accounts or love, in short, she disappeared completely, and they no longer have any contact, on the surface.

He put the knife in the safe.

In that safe, it seemed that a small memorial service for Katherine was being held. It was full of Katherine's things: her diary, her documents, her bottle of perfume, and now the silver table knife.

When he was tormented by ecstasy, he could only look at the small photo on her ID that was a little bigger than the nail cover, and her face was almost blurred by his touching.

He hated himself so much, he missed that big black and white photo.

But that big photo, which he had caressed for 145 years, was burned to ashes.

Just to deal with her.

He shook his head and sighed: Stefan, what have you done.

Every day, he used that table knife to teach his disobedient heart.

Every time the knife stabbed him in the heart, he felt that there was still some kind of connection between him and Katherine.

The pain and blood seemed to build up the relationship between him and Katherine that had already been shattered.

Although he didn't know where she was, he stubbornly believed that he was sending her a message: I feel the pain you have felt, and you are not alone.He firmly believed that one day, she would receive it.

Stefan reaped the by-product of masochism: he got stronger.

Stronger than ever.

His hypnotic ability has also become unbelievably strong.

He can even control his own kind: vampires.

Stefan also has his own group of wizards. He searches for wizards from all over the world, and he wants to undo the curse on Katherine.

But Katherine was too good at hiding, they searched for so long, but they couldn't find her at all.

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Katherine rode a Harlem mini motorcycle and rushed forward at a fast speed.

She rode so fast, like a bullet piercing through the air, everything around her fell backwards quickly, which made her feel supremely free.It's as if she is the lord of the wind, the king of speed, speed is what she loves most now, and this is the only moment she can feel calm and free now.

She lost all vampire powers, but when she was riding a motorcycle, she regained her speed.

Although not as fast as a vampire, it was enough to soothe her heart.

She headed for a ruin that was a black market racing track.

There are various restricted racing shows.

Katherine is also one of the performers here.

The event she performed was three consecutive backflips at 360° without protection.

Whenever the performance falters, the audience's emotions are at their highest.

They just love to see her fall and the motorcycle fall and hit her.

This move made her a lot of money.

No one here has ever seen her face. She always wears an unremarkable racing suit and a reflective electroplated motorcycle helmet.

They called her "Miss Qian" because of her desperate performance, because she loved money more than life.

The day's performance was over, and Katherine counted the money carefully, put it away, and left.

She returned to her place, an old seven-story apartment house in a gray area of ​​suburbia.

There was another puddle of dog urine at her door, which was emitting a sour smell.

She stepped over the dog pee, held the doorknob, and said to herself, "I don't have the power of a vampire now, don't cause trouble, I will bear it."

But she couldn't stand the smell of dog urine, so she walked up to the top floor and knocked on the door.

The person who answered the door was a short-haired woman in her thirties who shrunk her mouth and licked her cheeks. She stared vigilantly at the angry beautiful woman in front of her through the crack of the door, and asked timidly, "Who are you? What's the matter?"

Her dog kept barking wildly, baring her fangs at Katherine, wishing she could squeeze through the crack of the door.

The barking of the dog was deafening, so Katherine had to yell loudly in order for her to hear her words, "I live downstairs from you, can you please take care of your dogs, they pee at my door every day, they are very smelly!"

Even after losing the ability of a vampire, the momentum is still there, still aggressive.

"Husband! This woman is killing me!"

A bald, fat man jumped out from the middle. Seeing Katherine's astonishing momentum, he immediately held the woman in his arms and shouted through the crack of the door, "Smelly women are talking nonsense, there are so many dogs in this world, why do you say they belong to me?" Dog peeing at your door? Get out of here, or don’t blame me for the dog rushing out and biting you!”

After arguing a few words, Katherine turned back, went downstairs with a thud, went back to her room, and poured cold water on her face.

She stared at herself in the mirror, "Why are you crying? You feel bullied, even a woman like that has a backer, the two of them work together, and there are two dogs, they bully more than others... Haha."

She wiped away her tears and pointed to herself in the mirror, "What is Zheluo? This is called Zouchu!" She has fallen to such a point.

If possible, she also wants to live in a place with a good environment and good management, and she also wants high-quality neighbors.

But she has no ID, and she's lucky to have tricked the landlord into renting the place.

Of course Katherine knew where to find someone to create a fake ID.But those dark dens are really too dangerous, there are all kinds of criminals gathering, and a woman who has no protection and no ability to protect herself will undoubtedly bring shame on herself if she goes to such a place.She doesn't want to be the target of those violent elements, she doesn't want to be the first female vampire in history to be raped by humans.

sorrow.

Instead of helping her, her beauty became her hindrance.

She shook her head with a wry smile. Everyone said that beautiful women are good.

But she never really got the benefits of the so-called beauty.

Yes she is very beautiful.

She has a high rate of turning heads when she walks on the street, but there is nothing else.

Her beauty never brought her a better fate.

The same sex rejects her, fears her, suspects her, and guards against her because of her beauty.

Opposite sex... so sad to say. Klaus was never relented by her beauty, and Stefan and Damon were even more so.

She is a vampire, even an ugly girl can still use hypnotism to enslave humans to achieve her goals.

To profit from her beauty, God did not give her such a fate, not in the past, and probably not in the future.

Her beauty had only captivated Stefan and Damon at the time, they fell in love with her, and hated her for the rest of their lives afterwards.

She sighed.

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The stairs creaked.

People upstairs and downstairs dragged their families in and out.

Katherine was woken up. She sat up and saw that it was only 04:30 in the afternoon.

She felt like she had slept for a century, but there was still so much time, and she didn't know what to do next.

The dog upstairs started barking again.

she gives it