Another night, another band member.
Their type were easy to lure in. They were easily enthralled by the mystique and allure of any girl in a leather jacket. All I had to do was sit at the bar, sip on my beer, hold their gaze throughout their set, and I had my meal for the night.
I was currently straddling the lap of the bassist of some local band in their makeshift tour bus. My shirt was long gone, as was his own. He had his hands tangled in my hair, making a mess of the curls I had worked hard to achieve earlier tonight. I rolled my hips against his groin, earning a groan from him and a smirk from myself.
"Stop teasing. You're killing me darling."
"Not yet, I'm not."
Usually, I was long gone by now. I would drag some poor shmuck to a back alley, kiss him for a few minutes for show, and then go for the vein. But not tonight. Tonight, I was hungry for more than just blood. I was hungry for love.
I pressed my lips to his throat, taking in his scent. I resisted the animal instinct in me that screamed to rip out his throat for just a little longer. I planted wet kisses from his chest down to his waist. Before I could go any further, he flipped us over and took control. He kissed each side of my hip bone while sliding down my pants. He propped himself up on his right elbow so his face could hover over my own. Before his lips could meet mine however, we were interrupted by a slight buzzing noise.
I stared at my jeans, which were now crumpled up on the floor of the makeshift tour bus. I could see the bright light from my phone that stuck out slightly from my back pocket. A part of me knew I should get it, but the other part was still determined to get my blood and love.
I pulled him down so that our lips could connect. This kiss continued as each article of clothing was peeled from our body in a rush of passion. When the last of our clothing, his boxers, were gone, we were once again interrupted by a buzzing noise.
"Ignore it" I mumbled against his lips, unsure if I was speaking to him or myself.
The buzzing and the hunger were putting me on edge. He had moved to my lower regions and my arousal level was at its max. I was unable to contain my emotions and instincts. I could feel my face phasing and my fangs pushing out from the gums. When I had let out my last moan, he kissed his way up my body just as he had done going down.
"Darling?" He looked at me confusedly as he saw the state I was in.
I replied with a hiss as I buried my face into his neck, only this time there were no kisses. This time there was no love. There was only hunger.
Just as I was finishing, the buzzing started up again. I rolled my head back and threw the nameless bassist to the side.
I slid on my panties and pressed the phone to my ear.
"What?" I barked into the phone. I was not too keen on satisfying my hunger earlier than expected.
"Nathalie? It's Bree."
The second I hung up the phone, I cleaned off myself and the bassist, compelling him to forget the last bit of our night together. Then, I was off.
I drove through the night down the I-65, from Illinois, all the way to Georgia. The faster I got there, the better.
I was on a mission. A mission to foil the plan of a certain brooding love sick puppy.
Who the hell does Damon Salvatore think he is?
I pulled up to a small bar at dusk. The sign hanging on the front read "Bree's Bar". Original, I thought.
I could hear a slight commotion in the background, but brushed it off, figuring it was just a normal bar fight. That is until I heard a voice. Her voice.
"Damon!" She yelled out.
I ran to the direction of the noise and watched the situation unfold in front of me. I recognized Damon, Lee, and the girl. She looked just like her, down to the last detail. But it can't be her. It wasn't her.
The doppelgänger lived. It took centuries for another one to appear. While on the run, Katherine and I searched for another one, hoping that somehow, somewhere, one would pop up and we could guarantee our safety. It's not until Katherine's entombment did I realize the idiocy of it all. This could be dangerous for quite literally everyone. She was the key to Klaus' power and once he got wind of her no one would be safe, not even us.
I probably could've stopped Lee's tyranny, but a voice inside my head told me Damon deserved it. When Lee told the girl that Damon had killed his girlfriend, I knew that voice was right. Damon killed Lexie. My heart fell, but I quickly regained my composure. She wasn't the first friend I had lost, and she was not going to be the last.
I watched as Lee ran off after being talked down by the girl. She accompanied Damon back to the car, but instead of driving off, he left her there and re-entered the bar.
I knew I had to make an appearance now or I would lose another friend to Damon. However, the second Bree started spitting out information about the tomb, I lost interest in her safety. She called me here to prevent Damon from opening the tomb, yet here she was basically handing him the key. The world could survive with one less witch.
Before Damon could exit the bar, I made my entrance, locking the door behind me.
"Well that's a shame about poor Bree. I can't say she didn't deserve it though."
"Who the hell didn't she call?" Damon exclaimed, throwing his leather jacket back on the chair.
"Dearest Damon, is that any way to greet an old friend?" My tone was sad, but I had a teasing smile on my face.
"What are you doing here, Nathalie?" He asked.
"What am I doing here?" I mimicked, the smile quickly fading from my face. "Unlike some people, Bree actually had the decency to call me about this tomb business. If anyone even thinks of opening it and letting that bitch out, they have to get through me first." I growled.
"Well excuse me for thinking that you would be happy with the surprise of seeing that bitch, as you so nicely put it. She is your sister, after all."
"Exactly, she's my sister! I make the decisions concerning her, not some army brat who spent, what? Like a month with her? Get over her, Damon. I mean, God, do you know how pathetic you look running after that double of hers?"
"Actually, if you must know, Elena is dating our little Stefan. I'm not running after her, she just tagged along for the ride."
"So you lost another girl to your brother? Can't imagine how that would feel." I replied with a sneer.
Damon advanced towards me as he spoke "Can't you though? As I recall in 1864, you were pining for me weren't you" he tilted his head to the side, waiting for my response.
That was a sore spot for me. Katherine had only wanted Stefan, but as soon as she knew I wanted Damon, she pursued him as well. What hurt the most is that it wasn't the first time she had done that. I had a habit of coming second to my sister.
I lunged for Damon, grabbing his collar and pushing him against the bar. "I was a fool back then as you are now if you think you're going to open that tomb" I snarled.
Damon struggled to speak with my hand around his neck "Please... I love her."
I released Damon, feeling only pity for him. Katherine was incapable of loving anyone but herself.
"I'll make a deal with you, Damon. I'll help you open the tomb, but you have to agree to let go of Katherine. Give up on this notion of happily ever after, it's not going to happen."
"Is this your way of getting me to be with you? You need only ask, Nathalie" Damon joked.
"Please, that was only puppy love I felt for you. Trust me, you wouldn't be able to handle me, Darling" I smirked. "I'm not kidding though Damon, I will help you get her out but you need to let go. Once that tomb is open, Katherine and I are gone. If you so much as pursue us I will kill everyone you care about including that doppelgänger"
Threats were not my go to but this was necessary. Katherine was not the kindest, but she was still my sister. Though we were always on the run, it was nice having someone by my side. If we were to open the tomb, we would need to get back into hiding right away and it wouldn't work with Damon trailing behind us.
"Deal." Damon agreed, though I was shocked. I thought he would put up and least some sort of a fight. "I just want what's best for her, Nathalie."
Damon and I shook on it.
"So, Mystic Falls, how is it now?" I asked, lightening the mood.
"Why don't you come see for yourself?" Damon smirked
A/N: Hello! This is a somewhat re-write of a story I had started back when I was 13. My writing was shit then and it probably still is now lol but I had to get this idea out of my head cause it's been developing for idk how long
I will try to update as often as I can over the next month, but after that it may dwindle down cause I start school again, so just a heads up
The timeline for this story may be a little off than the tv show, just so that it's easier to incorporate Nathalie's story. But, if I've got any major facts of the show wrong, feel free to let me know please as I try to stay on top of it and have the wiki pages open when I'm writing but I may miss stuff sometimes lol
I hope you all enjoy the story!
P.S I listened to The Weeknd's cover of Dirty Diana while writing this.