Petrova Cousins

Have you ever wondered how Katerina Petrova actually survived as she ran from Klaus. You probably think it was her amazing yet ruthless survival skills because that's what she thinks it was, but that is a false statement. As you know, Katerina seems to find a way to piss off every person she meets at some point and that is a an excellent talent if your looking to make an enemy in everyone. So how did she survive all these years? Oh yeah that was me. I'm the one who has kept hits off her, and I'm the one who has kept her heart perfectly intact. "Why?" you may ask. That's the real question. I know I asked myself the same question for decades but I finally came with the answer. It was because Petrovas protect their own. Yes, I know you wondering what's going on so I'm going to let you in on a little secret. My name is Andrea Petrova, the other Petrova who spent half her life running with Katerina and the other running after her. This is the story of our times together,our adventures, our


3. Bulgaria, 1498

For the entire six years after we escaped Klaus' grasps, we ran hiding from the Mikaelson brothers. I was tired, physically and mentally. I was tired of running, and I was tired of meeting new friends only to leave them in the dust me made as we ran away. I tried to not get attached to the helping citizens, but it was unavoidable for me. It was also hard to watch Rose and Trevor leave us. I had grown close to the pair of vampires during our time together. Unlike them, we found a witch who could make day light rings. With those rings, it was possible to run even more, leaving me even more restless. You could say we ran throughout the entire continent of Europe. 

In 1493, we were in Spain, drinking wine as we celebrated Christopher Columbus' success on his first voyage. 

During 1494, Katerina and I headed towards Germany after a local vampire tipped Klaus off about our whereabouts. That year we secluded ourselves in the mountains and hid there until 1496. In our time in the mountains, I learnt to control my hunger and basically lived off the animals. Katerina, however, snuck into the villages on the weekends and feasted on the men, leaving most hanging by a thread of life. They were her personal blood bags. She left the bites in visable areas as if she wanted us to be caught. Fearing we would reveal ourselves and our nature, I would sneak in the villages after she left and healed the wounded while telling them to forget the recent events or that their murdered friends had left the village many days before. I couldn't risk them knowing the truth.

When 1496 came around, we had finally came out of hiding in Portugal. I found my way into the Royal Court as Isabella of Portugal 's favored servant. I enjoyed some of the luxuries that the rich had and ate expensive feasts. On August 15th of the year, I held Isabella's hand as she passed on.

In the spring of 1498, we began our travels back to Bulgaria. Katerina, feeling depressed and stuck in a emotional rut, demanded we return to our native lands. In good time too, because after we made the decision, we had an encounter with a pack of werewolves that sent us running across England's borders. Our carriage arrived in the small village in Bulgaria on July 2nd of 1498.

"I don't like being here," I said as we walked through the town's square. The night before we have resided in a suit in the local inn. People were hesitant around us as if they didn't know whether to hug us for our homecoming or avoid us completely. Most decided that avoiding the orphaned children was the best call. I was happy no one talked to me upon our arrival. It made this trip a lot easier; however, the people of the town looked down at us with saddened, judging eyes. They were full of pity. 

"You think I do?" Katerina asked. "You weren't the one to conceive a child out of wedlock."

"No, but I am the one who killed my brother," I harshly whispered. We were standing beside the gushing water fountain that stood in the middle of town, so I took a seat on its concrete ledge. 

"People probably don't know about that. Father would never risk hurting the family's reputation," she replied. "We won't be here for long anyways so shut up." 

"Don't tell me to shut up! I could rip your heart out in seconds," I growled.

"Cousin, we both know you would never do that," she said," but I am sorry. I shouldn't snap at you."

"I know you want to find her, Katerina, but it was a risky move to come back. What if Uncle find us? I think I would much rather take my chances with Klaus than your father." I crossed my legs and straightened out my light blue dress as my eyes wandered around the square. 

   The town was just as I remembered it. Miss Grace 's apothecary shop was on the west end. Next to her was Mr Cagle's clinic where he saved me from hypothermia after I fell into the creek in 1486. On the east,  Ed 's Grocier was booming with business as everyone was anticipating his wife, Bethel's, ice cream. Past the inn was a road that lead to the Petrova cabin and the hill with the well where Katerina's child was conceived. Seeing all these things brought back memories that I had been trying to rid myself of for the last eight years.

"Come on. The faster we do this, the faster we can move on," Katerina yelled, interrupting my painful trip down memory lane. I stood from the fountain's base and hurried after her. She was heading in the direction of Miss Grace 's shop where the sweet, caring widow ran an apothecary shop. Grace had a surplus of medicine she made and traded. She had supplied some for Katerina's labor pain, because she was happy to hear that another child would be running around the town. A smile and candy was associated with Grace. To say the least, she was my favorite towns person. 

Ding. Grace 's little golden bell rung as we walked through the door. Thankfully, vampires didn't have to be invited in businesses or public places. 

"Hello?" a woman said, her voice weary and strained. An odd presence caught my attention.

"Katerina, we need to go now," I pulled at her mid-arm sleeve. She roughly pulled her arm from my grips and held her ground. 

"Yes Katerina," a hostile, diabolical voice called out from the back room where Grace kept her special medicine. "You should go, but fortunately I can't let you do that." My heart seemed to stop dead in my chest as he stepped out from the darkened room; however, he still lurked in the eerie shadows. 

"Mattew," I crossed. "Please, you don't have to do this." 

"Shut up, Andrea. If I could, I would rip your heart out of your pathetic little chest, but I've been given strict orders to not lay a finger on you." He turned to my cousin. "Katerina, oh innocent, beautiful Katerina, it looks like your cousin has received the upper hand in this situation, because it seems as though a hit has been put out for you." He had a wicked smile that sent fear running through every vein in my body.

"Andrea, leave," Katerina said. I rolled my eyes as she tried once again to be the hero when she is the one who needs saving the most. I wasn't about to let an insane vampire kill my cousin, especially after how far we've came and what I've gotten myself into for her. If she died, finding a spot on Klaus' hit list and living forever would completely worthless.

"No. Hell no," I argued, but she turned to me. Lifting her hand she pointed to her ring. She told me to go and run, never looking back. I shifted my eyes to look at Mattew. He was still hiding in the shaded area of the room. His hands were bare meaning he wasn't a day walker. So faking an abundance of tears, I hugged her and ran out the door. 

People gasped as I ran out of the apothecary shop and to the side. Once they no longer could see me, I stopped and concentrated, pressing my ear to the brick. 

"I assume Klaus sent you," Katerina said. I focused as I climbed up towards the window. It had been covered by a sheet of plywood. Mattew had poorly covered the window.

"Your assumptions are correct, Katerina," he replied. I was balanced on a crate and silently pulling the plywood back while I listened. It was pulled back just enough to where I could reach my hand under it to open the window barely noticeable.

"So why haven't you killed me yet?" She stalled. Mattew must have been paying to much attention to Katerina to notice I had lifted the window half ways. 

"I thought I would give you a little satisfaction before I slowly tortured you, making you only wish I would kill you."

"How so?" 

"I planned to tell you the reason why people are looking at you with such pitiful eyes." 


"They feel bad for you, darling. Your family banished you, you had to give up your child, and then you come back to find out that your family had been brutally murdered two years after you left," he said. My fingers grasped the edge of the sheet ready to pull it away.

"You're lying," she growled. I heard his feet step closer. She yelled and growled at her. "Let me go!"

"And why would I do that?" he said," especially since I get a large quantity of gold when I return with your head." 

"Andrea, now," she screamed. That was my cue to rip away the plywood and finish opening the window. It came off with a crack and the sun quickly infiltrated the shop. Matthew screeched, holding his blistered face. He fell to the floor, scurrying towards the shadows.

In a flash, I was in the apothecary shop. Examining the room, I saw Katerina lying on the floor, her neck broken. I continued, knowing she would be fine since I resorted to that form of punishment when she got annoying.  

"Oh, Mattew," I sang with joy in my tone. "Did you really believe I would let you kill my dear cousin?" I inched closer to his burnt body. "You should know how far I'd go to protect her. Remember? I killed my brother, my own blood, for her sake with no second thoughts. What makes you think you'd be different." I pulled him up by his sweating, fryer hair, and my free hand gripped his throat. Mattew squirmed and plead for his life.

"Please, Andrea," he whimpered.

"Why? This is what you were going to do to Katerina, right?" I held him out into the sunlight. He twisted and screamed as he burnt. Pulling him from the light, I pinned him to the wall in a choke hold. His tears sizzled on his face. "And you said you would rip my heart out if you had the chance. I don't think I can take the chance by letting you live any longer." I said as my fangs slid out and my eyes were embellished with the veins. My hand entered his chest cavity and I extracted his heart with a twist. His corpse slid down the wall as the black veins of death covered his face. 

"Thump. Thump. Thump." It beat in my hand as I moved into the back room where he had hidden. Miss Grace sat passed out beside the medicine cabinet. I moved last her and retrieved the box he planned to place Katerina's head. Sitting the heart in it, I walked back and went through the heartless man's pockets. One held a slip of folded paper with an address. A smile crept to my face. I was going to send him a message.

After finishing my business, I closed the box, wrote Katerina a note about my whereabouts, and healed the dying Miss Grace then compelled her to forget about the previous events. I opened the door, taking a look back at the headless, heartless corpse and headed for the post office. 

"I need this sent to this exact address," I said, handing over the heavy package. "And whatever you do, do not open the box. I don't care if flies are covering it and you smell the stench for a week. Do not look inside." 

"I will not look inside the box no matter the circumstances," the post man said. I smiled and played him a large hunk of gold. I could just imagine the look on Klaus' face when he opens the box to find Katerina and see Mattew instead. The anger he would feel when he read my note that read," I protect my own." By the saying, he would know who had sent it, because I had told the Mikaelsons the phrase when I recalled the story of our past.

"Thank you, Sir. God Bless," I said, turning to the door. The door swished as it was opened. I waved back to Mr Whitesale. 

As I came out, I was greeted my my rustled cousin. "So what are we doing now? I got rid of the body and recompelled Miss Grace. 

"I'm going to find out what happened to my father," I said. I was curious as how they played off my father's death. Though I already knew the culprit behind the massacre. 

"No, we are going to find my daughter," Katerina replied. "It was a rhetorical question. There was only one reason we came back, and to find out Klaus did to my parents was not it." 

"Really, Katerina?" I yelled. "You're parents weren't the only ones killed. You are so damn selfish." I exploded. "It's all about you. You are the reason we are here. You are the reason Klaus killed my father. You are the reason I will never get to live a happy life, get married, have kids, and die peacefully knowing a good life. No, you cursed me to roam the earth forever, protecting your ass because you can't go anywhere without someone putting a hit on your back. Please for goodness sake, do something for me because you treat me like a lap dog who has to clean up your messes. I could survive on my own. I don't think you could, Katerina." I let out what I had been bottling up. 

"I never asked you to!" she screamed. 

"No, but we both know you'd be dead right now if it wasn't for me. So fine. Go look for her, but deep down you know as well as I do that all your are going to do is hurt her. You would hand her over in a heartbeat to save yourself, because you will always be a selfish person. Aren't mothers suppose to love and protect their children? You are not a mother, Katerina. You're just the woman who gave birth to her. Her mother is the one that is putting a roof over her head and would do everything in her being to make sure she is healthy and safe." My rant ended and I walked into the clinic. 

  The small building was painted a light brown, and it had to parallel windows. A large counter separated me from Doctor Cagle, the town's physician. He sat at the elevated desk on the counter. 

"Hello, Miss Petrova. It's a pleasure to see you again," he greeted me with a sweet smile. Mr Cagle was a robust, married man in his fourties. "It's been a while." His happy, aging eyes looked down at me.

"Eight years," I replied. "Katerina and I spent most of our time traveling Europe. It has been an exciting journey." I stepped up to the counter. "Though as much as I would like this to be a trip of reunion, it isn't. I was recently informed that my family was murdered." Mr Cagle looked away, wearily. "And I would like to review their files."

"I feared that was the reason behind your unexpected return," he said. The balding man stood from the desk and walked to a book case filled with folders. Each family in the town had their own folder. Lifting up his glasses, he handed me a folder labeled Petrova. Sketches, details, and otopsy conclusions filled the folder. 

"William Petrova, 38. Cause of death: Animal Attack." I paused to look at the doctor. "An animal attack, really? You believe my father was killed by an animal. The whole Petrova family and servants killed by a pack of vicious beasts?" I knew the man was lying. The elders and highly praised of the town knew of vampires. Most town's did, but I didn't think my hometown would honestly play it off as something so cliche. 

Mr Cagle explained the reasoning behind the assumptions and asked me what else could have possibly done it. That's when I turned on the waterworks and used my acting skills to get me what I really wanted. 

" I'm sorry. You're probably right. I just can't believe y father is really gone." He stood up and said the typical "I'm here for you" "time heals all wounds" bullcrap people say when something bad happens to you. 

"There is something you could do for me," I said recollecting myself.

"Anything," he answered. I told him my request and he nodded. He quickly wrote something out onto a price of paper and gave it to me. I stuffed it into my pocket and walked to the door. 

"Thank you so much, Sir." He smiled at me as I left his clinic. Again, I was in the town's square. 

Barely two minutes in the open area, a voice called my name.

"Andrea," it whispered. My heart pounded. I could feel it throughout my entire body. It was his voice that said my name. Klaus. "Andrea." I looked around desperately.

Instead of a psychopath looking for revenge, I saw Katerina, running towards me. She held up her green dress as her feet fell against the dark road. My cousin reached me with arms spread. They wrapped around me and she picked me up. 

"I am so sorry, Andrea. I have been selfish," she said with her face in my hair. "You're right about everything. Please forgive me." I pulled away with a smirk. 


"What do you mean," she asked heartbroken. 

"No, I do not accept your apology, and I will not accept your apology until you get on your knees in front of the whole town and beg." I said with a devious smile. 

"No way," she retorted with a snort. I turned away when she grabbed my hand. "Okay fine. You win." I turned back to watch. "I , Katerina Petrova, am begging you, Andrea Petrova, for your forgiveness. Please." By then, the whole town was watching. I broke out in laughter and I held out a hand for her. 

"I, Andrea Petrova, accept your apology, and you, Katerina Petrova, are forgiven," I bellowed. The crowd laughed and clapped behind us. They were welcoming us back into the community. Old friends came and hugged us and we shared stories of our adventures. The ones without vampirism. 

After the show, we headed back to the inn room. Katerina decided to go out and feed before we set out for my place of choice. I made her promise not to stop until she was at least three cities away. It was  anonymous; therefore, we would not be staked by suspicious people of the town. It had also gave me time to complete a few tasks alone. I had traveled down the broken path to the town's cemetery to spend some overdue time with my family. 

"Hey, Daddy," I said sitting in the grass. "Alec." Their gray headstones were placed by my mother's . "I'm sorry, Alec. I shouldn't have stabbed you. You were my brother for goodness sake. I loved you even though you were an ass," I laughed, "and  I will regret killing you for the rest of my life." A salty tear ran down my cheek, the first actual tear I had let fall in a long time. "And Daddy, I'm sorry I caused such disorder and disappoint. I'm glad you didn't have to see that, Mama. I should tell you all that I am a vampire too. Yeah, they're real, and I'm stuck in the body of a sixteen year old for the rest of eternity. A man, your killer, Daddy, is after Katerina and I because we got out before he could kill Katerina and turn himself into the ultimate hybrid, a vampire and werewolf. We are here now looking for Katerina's child. I'm sorry I haven't visited earlier."  I wept as I sat in the grass of the cemetery. 

Then the atmosphere changed. It became dark and tense and I could feel another presence lurking in the shadows. 

"Hello?" I called out. A burst of wind blew through the cemetery. I shivered and looked around once I got to my feet. 

That's when I saw him. He was standing at the corner of the cemetery, near a large tomb. He was standing there, watching me like a hawk. A smile made its way onto his face and I began to panic. My feet twisted as I made my way backwards, and I fell. He took a daring step towards me so I could get a good eye full of his intimidating figure. 

"Klaus," I breathed. My eyes fell to my bleeding hand. Another burst of wind twisted from the west, and I looked back up. He was gone as if he never really been there. Was I seeing things? Was I going crazy? Of course I was. Hell, I was talking to my parents headstones as if they could actually hear me. I was also just paranoid. At least that's what I liked to tell myself back then.

"I have to go," I spoke. "I love you too." I started to walk out when I crossed another headstone. John Petrova, or as I called him, Uncle. With great hatred, I spat on his grave and walked out. 

Once outside the black, steel gate, I pulled out the price of paper that Mr Cagle given me out. 

"The Markovs. The first cabin two miles outside of town on your right." I read aloud. "Easy enough." My dress swished behind me as I darted down the road. 

About a mile and a half outside of town, the woods began to thicken. Dusk had arrived and night was soon to follow. Frogs crossed in the trees and around the pond. A firefly zoomed past my face, lights blinking as it fluttered into the trees. I smiled taking in the beautiful July afternoon. Up ahead another road broke off to he right, and a nice cabin stood off the other road.

"I hope this is right." I said to myself. The window in front of me gave me a clear look into the comfy looking cabin. Candles were sat at the dinner table and around the room, brightening the table. The family sat at the dinner table, holding hands as they said grace. I watched her. The little eight year old with a long braid that fell down her back. He mother gripped her dainty, little hand. The girl's lips mimicked her family's. She looked so much like her mother. The actual woman who carried her for nine months. At the dinner table, eating vixon and greens with her adoptive family was Katerina's daughter. Nadia Petrova.

*Thank you everyone for reading. Favorite and comment! I love y'all so much and thank you for supporting me. God bless.*

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