Damon: Bree?

Me: Yes, Damon? (look panicky at him)

Damon: You do know you don't own Vampire Diaries, right?

Me: (nod slightly, smiling) Yes, I know. L.J Smith does. I envy her.

Damon: Doesn't everyone?

Chapter 1: The B***h is back in business, baby!

*After founder's Day

Elena walked into the kitchen, calling to her Aunt Jenna and Jeremy. They didn't answer. She heard a scream from somewhere in the kitchen and rushed in. Her father, her former Uncle John, was bleeding and had a knife prodding from his chest and, to her own shock, a girl that looked just like her stood in front of his bleeding body with a smile on her face. Katherine. God, Damon was right. She was Katherine's doppelganger.

As if she sensed her presence, Katherine whirled and pinned Elena against the wall; fangs out and veins under her eyes prominent. Elena cried out when Katherine's hand tightened on her windpipe, cutting off her air.

"You," Katherine sneered into her face, "are the bitch that stole my Salvatore boys' hearts."

Elena gulped, glancing down at her dead father. It scared her, the thought of death. She had so much to live for; Stefan, Jenna, Jeremy, Bonnie, and even Damon. Deep down inside of her, she did love him so. He was dangerous and funny and sweet when needed be, and he could be a good man if he tried. And being extremely handsome didn't hurt at all. He was even more gorgeous than her beloved Stefan.

Katherine snapped Elena's attention back to her by slamming her head into the fridge behind her.

"Ahh," Katherine mused, "I smell a Salvatore close by. And he's my favorite."

And at that moment, Damon chose to bust open the door and charge into the kitchen. His dark hair was mussed and his aspect had come over him. He ripped Katherine away from Elena and threw her on the floor. Elena watched transfixed as they moved like panthers, circling each other and lunging.

Elena took the opportunity to grab her father's ring off the counter, slip it onto her finger and grab Katherine's hair in her fist. She threw Kat into the living room, but Kat lunged at Damon and sank her teeth into his shoulder; causing Elena to gasp in unison with Damon. He crumpled like a doll and Kat's aspect resided and she smiled that of a fox.

"Now that," she said to Damon as if he was conscious," is how a real vampire fight." She rounded at Elena. " The bitch is back and no one going to survive my wrath. Especially you, Elena dear. See you soon and tell Stefan Hi."

And with that Katherine was gone like a mist. Elena knelt by the very out of it and currently unconscious Damon. His lip was cut, his neck was a mess, and his expensive clothes were wrecked. That was he last straw; no one hurt someone she loved and got away with it. Nobody, not even Katherine. She found a knife in the kitchen, knowing what she had to do: feed Damon.

It was not a thought she liked at all. It made her cringe and she had to think to herself that this was to save Damon as she slit her wrist. She knelt next to Damon, propping his head on her lap and putting her wrist to his mouth while trying not to cringe. His lips didn't move and his chest didn't fall until after a full minute of still silence. Then he opened his beautiful eyes and pulled his mouth back.

"No, Elena," he whispered.

She groaned out loud and frowned down at him. He had taken on the Stefan diet since he had killed Lexi and she knew, if she made him drink, it would be hard to stop. But Damon could and he would for her well being. Elena pushed her wrist against his lips.

"Yes, Damon,' she persisted," I trust you. Now drink so you can heal."

Damon bit her wrist and began to feed.