The girl stared at her own reflection, veins visible under her eyes. Opening her mouth she could see the fangs. She sighed, letting her fangs shrink back into the dark reaches of her mouth. Elena looked at her calendar and couldn't help another sigh.

It had been two months since the masquerade ball. There were still memorials for those who had been killed. Guilt clawed at her stomach. The girl knew she didn't feel remorse for the deceased, she felt guilty because she wished to see Katherine again.

She had started to date Stefan after two weeks without a sign from Katherine. There was something there, a new spark that rekindled. Or was it her desire for his attention and protection after the masquerade ball? He had ignored her, and that simply wouldn't do.

He had treated her with the attention she deserved and more, but it wasn't the attention she desperately desired. Elena stood once again and stared at her reflection. She looked exactly like Katherine, but there was something about the dark temptress that made the girl want to ran into her arms and flee at the same time.

Elena raised her fist and smashed the mirror. Jagged pieces of broken glass fell onto her hand, slashing it and even stabbing it, remaining in the skin. She panted, angry at herself for pretending to love Stefan, angry at Stefan for loving her, and angry at Katherine for not coming back.

Tears slipped down her face, pooling on her desk. With her free hand she began to pull pieces of glass out of her hand, watching each laceration slowly heal. Once she had extracted every last piece of glass her hand was perfectly normal, as if nothing had happened.

She looked up at her mirror, staring into the one shard of glass that hadn't fallen out of the frame. Her reflection stood clearly, her eyes red and puffy from her tears, but there was something else. Someone else. The girl quickly turned to see a familiar black cloak and attire with a white mask on the side of her face: Katherine. Elena's mouth was agape, she wanted to speak, but her voice wouldn't comply.

"Why so silent mademoiselle?" Katherine smirked, "Did you think that I had left you for good?"

The girl's brown eyes looked quickly at the ground, ashamed to admit she had, but nodded anyway. She felt Katherine's cold fingers against her chin, gently pushing it up, forcing Elena to look at her. Brown eyes stared into brown, one pair filled with tears of joy, the other swimming with mischief and seduction.

"Have you missed me, mademoiselle?" the woman whispered, sending shivers down Elena's spine.

As the woman placed her hand against Elena's cheek she leant into the cold touch, relishing the moment. The girl nodded.

"I've missed you so much," Elena told her, letting her tears run onto Katherine's hand.

"Wandering child, so lost, so helpless, yearning for my guidance," the woman said gently, smiling at Elena.

"But whose guidance am I receiving?" Elena asked, sending an accusatory glance at Katherine, "Guidance from Angel or Phantom?"

"Have you forgotten your Angel?" Katherine asked, affection obvious in her dark brown eyes.

The girl's voice caught in her throat, as much as she attempted to speak it seemed impossible. What could she say? Her emotions were conflicted. She cared for Stefan, she did, but she loved Katherine. How much longer could she keep her secret from her Angel.

"Too long you've wandered in winter, far from my far reaching gaze," the dark temptress cooed as she brushed a strand of Elena's hair from her face.

"Wildly my mind beats against you," Elena whispered.

"You resist."

"Yet the soul obeys," they spoke in unison, with one voice.

Elena turned away from Katherine, her doubt controlling her actions. The girl was confused, and acted on what she knew was safe. Stefan was safe. She was about to speak when she felt the woman's body press against her back. Lips pressed against the young vampires neck.

The girl tried not to react, but it was futile. She moaned, resulting in Katherine's lips to smirk against her skin. Elena shuddered every time the woman's lips graced her neck. Their temperature caused her to shiver and sink into Katherine's embrace.

There was something about this woman that continued to draw the girl to her. It wasn't compulsion; it wasn't physically possible for that to happen. Elena lost her thoughts as Katherine continued to kiss her neck.

"Elena," a man's voice came from downstairs, "Are you ready? Dinner's in twenty minutes!"

The girl tensed as Katherine's kissing abruptly stopped. She turned to the woman and saw pure rage in her eyes. The masked seductress looked to Elena's shut bedroom door and back to the young vampire.

"Dinner?" she asked, a hint of jealousy in her voice.

"You were gone for so long," Elena tried to explain, "I didn't know if you would come back."

"You did not think I would return to you, my Angel?" Katherine asked, an irresistible pout on her lips.

Elena sighed as Katherine backed away from her. She watched the woman until she reached the window, her pout hand transformed into a smirk. Lust swam in her dark brown eyes and called to Elena. The girl could hear the music Katherine had played on the piano in her mind.

"I am your Angel. Come to me, Angel of music," Katherine sang lowly as she held out her hand to Elena.

Stefan had arrived and waited for Elena at the bottom of the stairs. His black suit was sleek and well trimmed. He had wanted to look his best for Elena. She was the love of his life; the girl he had met in school had meant so much to him. Stefan loved her, but recently he had doubted if she loved him back.

Two weeks before they had started dating again she had become distant, as if she wanted nothing more to do with him. Yet when he turned away from her at the masquerade ball, she had no idea how much it pained him. He knew he could not help her, and because of that he decided to help those he could, but the chandelier fell too quickly.

"Elena?" he called again before checking his watch, at the rate they were going they would certainly be late.

He walked to the bottom of the stairs, listening closely to Elena's room. What was that? It sounded like singing, but he knew Elena would never sing. The voice was Elena's, yet it was not. This voice was more alluring and compelling than the girl he had fallen in love with.

Stefan walked up the stairs to Elena's door, nervous. He decided not to barge inside, in case Elena was not decent.

"Elena?" he asked as he knocked on her door, "Are you ready, darling?"

He heard no answer from Elena, but he heard the voice. It had begun to sing again.

The girl stared at Katherine's hand. Where would Katherine bring her if she took her hand? What would the woman do? Would the masked seductress remove her mask again, revealing the horrors that were behind? Or would she show Elena compassion and kindness as the girl had seen so few times.

"Whose is that voice? Who is that in there?" Stefan muttered to himself as he stood outside Elena's door.

Stefan turned the door handle only to find it locked. He pushed against the door again, trying to open it but it would not budge.

"Elena! Answer me!"

The girl could no longer hear anything apart from Katherine's voice and the beautiful piano that was playing in her mind. She heard the masked seductress' sweet music and it pulled her into a wave of lust and desire, compelling her to the woman.

"I am your Angel of Music. Come to me Angel of Music," Katherine sang, knowing Elena would take her hand.

She was helpless to her desire. Elena could no longer deny the feelings she still felt for this amazing woman. Hesitating only for a moment, she delicately placed her hand in Katherine's.

Stefan burst through the door and could not believe his eyes. It was the same woman from the masquerade ball, the exact same woman who had stood in front of the wreckage and seemed proud. He knew she was the cause, but he did not know how.

Now she was holding Elena's hand in her own, smirking at him before turning her gaze back to Elena. He couldn't see the part of her face covered by the white mask, but he knew what was under there had to be pure evil.

"Elena!" he called to her, but frowned when she did not turn back to him, an ache in his heart.

She did not hear him. The sweet music called to her, and she was helpless to resist. The girl walked closer to Katherine until she felt the comfort of the dark cloak wrap around her shoulders and cool arms wrap around her waist. She stared straight into Katherine's eyes, and they vanished from the room, leaving Stefan alone.