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Note: This was written purely for my entertainment. I've been out of writing fan fics for a while- but I'm trying to ease myself back into it!
This is just a one shot of the scene between Damon and Katherine from the Episode "The Reckoning" 03x05 of the Vampire Diaries, from Katherine's point of view.
I just thought it would be fun to write!

"Are you hungry? Let's stop for a bite. A truck stop, or a truck girl." I had to say something. Really. You would have figured that after being around for as long as I had, short spans of silence probably wouldn't get to me, but like hell they did. Naturally, none of my inner frustration reflected in my voice or face; keeping up appearances was probably quite close to the top of my survival rulebook. I knew that if I wanted to keep Damon around, my best bet was to let him believe that I had bought him along for a reason, not just for the companionship. Being a bitch really can be a bitch.

"Oh stop being cute." He said that like it was possible. Oh, Damon Salvatore. There was a time when this boy was wrapped around my little finger. Things had obviously changed a bit since then.

"Not possible." I replied, faking a thoughtful look on my face before looking back to the road. His lack of response was getting to me now. Okay, so he probably had a reason or two to really not want to be going on a rogue little road trip with me right now- it wasn't quite like I'd given him much reason to trust me.

Speaking of which, "We've been driving around aimlessly for hours. Where are we going?" I sighed, before I could help myself. He made it sound like he was doing me a favor by being here; granted, he was, but he didn't know that. Neither did he need to act like it. It's not like I dragged him out or anything; we both knew he wouldn't be here if he didn't want to. Although, that did intrigue me, after all last I heard, he'd hated me and agreeing to come with me must really have meant he was desperate for a getaway. Not that I had such a low opinion of myself; hell, I knew men who would kill to be in this car with me right now- but there really wasn't much point in me fooling myself to believe that Damon would willingly spend time with me.

"Far enough away so that you can't go running back." I muttered finally, letting my frustration slip through my voice. If he was going to be a whiny little bitch, screw it, so was I.

"Not to worry. Mystic Falls and I are on a bit of a break." Aha. There it was. I knew he'd bring it up at some point, which is perhaps why I had refrained from asking him up until now. Oh his voice when he had said it; it sounded so bitter. I could practically feel the heartache dripping in his words. Call me whatever, but my mood perked up just a little at this. I turned my attention back to him once more, a sultry smile bracing my lips.

"You and Mystic Falls?" I mused, "Or you and Elena?" I twisted in my seat, getting into a position slightly more comfortable for what I had in mind. I'd just hit the hammer on the nail. I'd guessed that it had something to do with my oh-so-chivalrous doppelganger, but now that the subject was finally loitering there, I figured I might as well have some fun. After all, he claimed to be in love with her. Okay, okay fine, I knew he was in love with her. They both were: the Salvatore brothers. Hell, it pissed me off to think about that. There was a time when they were in love with me. They would have done anything for me. But now? Oh, it was all about my cheap little duplicate. All anyone seemed to care about was her. Ugh. What was so great about her anyway?

Regardless, that wasn't the point here. He was aching, and I rather conveniently wore the body of the woman he ached for. This game was mine.

"Let's just say Elena and I are having a difference of opinion on how I should behave." He sounded pissed off. A pissed off and somewhat heartbroken Damon- talk about vulnerability at its best. Don't get me wrong; I wasn't just entertainment that I was after right now, although that was a big part of it, there was actually a time when I had loved Damon Salvatore. In a way, I still did. Not quite as much as Stefan; but the feelings were most definitely there. He was gorgeous, for sure, and his bad boy swagger wasn't something most girls could resist and somewhere, down in his abyss of a heart, which was probably credited to me, he probably still cared about me. So really, this would probably grant me some emotional satisfaction alongside the physical one I was seeking.

"Hmm, let me guess. Elena wants you to be the hero..." I purred; moving closer to his face, mine showing no sign of the slight internal soliloquy that had just taken place. I was good at hiding my expressions. Especially when I needed to be sexy; it's not like I really even needed to try. I moved my hands to his neck, my fingers moving lightly underneath his chin. "And you don't like playing pretend." My lips curled into a smirk, my eyes glued to his face.

"Something like that." He muttered growing more and more conscious, it seemed of the closeness between us. His eyes flickered down to my face and I could see the slightest hint of discomfort reflected in those gorgeous grey pearls- and it wasn't the bad kind.

"Her loss," I whispered, making my move. Our lips met in a familiar manner, neither of us bothering with playing nice. It was simply physical; that was easy to make out, but I wasn't complaining. It had been a while, and really, I had some standards. Damon most certainly met them; or at least, his mouth did. Or should I say had, because before I knew it, his hand had slammed be back into my seat. And not once did the car swerve. I would have been impressed, had I not been pissed off.

"What're you doing!" I said, trying hard to keep the incredulity out of my voice. I couldn't sound too disappointed: being desperate was not my way. Like I said, I had some standards. Although, rejection really wasn't my way either. I'd been pretty sure that Damon would go through with it; but hell had he changed. I wasn't sure I liked it. In a way, it kind of just made me want him more, I had always wanted what I couldn't have, but well, that desire was pretty subdued thanks to the fact that I was undoubtedly pissed off.

"Thought I'd give it a shot," he said casually; too casually. He spared, freaking spared me a sideways glance, his eyes basking in amusement. "Truth is you just don't do it for me anymore." He looked back to the road, a smug yet sultry look on his face that almost challenged my own. All these years, I'd played him. This time, however, he'd played me right back.

That bastard.

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