Katherine and Elena get trapped in the tomb together, but what happens after they get out? Rated M.
"No really Damon, I'm fine." I complained, crossing my arm tighter across my chest while I pressed the phone to my ear, "Seriously, I'm a big girl, I think I can walk alone at night."
"Stefan said you-."
"I don't care what he said Damon, I want to be left alone." I snapped, my fist tightening around my phone to the point where I thought I might crush it. I had to stop walking just to get myself under control, "Goodbye, Damon."
"I'll wait for you to get back."
"Goodbye, Damon." I said more forcefully, ending the call and shoving the phone into my pocket. My head was killing me, almost as much as my stomach was. I needed to eat, but after what I did to Matt, whether he remembers or not, and then what I did to Connor, I really couldn't bring myself to feed again. The buzz from the drink Damon gave me and the food I'd been eating like crazy was helping a little.
I stopped walking again, putting my hands in my back pockets before leaning my head back and staring up at the sky, exhaling slowly. My hair tumbled across my shoulders and hung behind me, tickling the skin of my back where my tank top had ridden up. It was so relaxing to just stare at the stars and not worry about anything at all.
Some people turned onto the stretch of the sidewalk I was standing on, the smell of their blood pumping through their veins hit me hard and it took every bit of my will power to stand still as they jogged past me and I had to duck my head so my hair covered my vein-y face.
My feet carried me toward the cemetery, far away from anyone I could possibly try to feed off of. Once between the tombstones I felt at ease, like nothing bothered me anymore. I fixed my bag on my shoulder, continuing through to my parents head stone, I dropped myself in front of it and crossed my legs, dropping my bag on my lap.
I didn't talk like I usually did, I just sat there. Calm, peace that was really all I needed. A break from everyone with a heartbeat, and everyone with out one, too. My peace was short lived however; I remember a crunch of a stick and the sound of something zipping through the air. It felt like a bee sting hit the center of my back and the world disappeared.
The world came rushing back to me like I was hit by a train; I sat up, my nails digging into dirt beneath me. The world spun for a minute and then my eyes focused. I knew immediately where I was. The tomb. That wasn't good. I stood up as fast as I could, reaching for my phone in my pocket.
"Don't bother, I already checked. No phone." The voice froze me mid-motion, I couldn't have been hearing right, "Hello Elena." And then Katherine was standing in front of me with a blank look on her face, staring at me with her head slightly cocked to the side.
"Katherine." I retorted, feeling as if that was always how we greeted each other. She sighed, pointing her hand to my right; I looked over and saw that the entrance to the tomb was closed. I was trapped down here with Katherine.
"Magic sealed it shut; I can't even touch the door with out getting thrown back about ten feet." She stated, "Come on. I'll give you the grand tour. Grab your purse." And she started to walk away. I looked around at my feet, locating my bag on the ground, and followed after her.
Twenty or so minutes later had us sitting on the ground on opposite sides of the wall, staring at each other, "do you have anything interesting in that bag of yours?" she suddenly asked, pointing toward it with her toe of her shoe. I shrugged and tossed it to her, continuing to stare at my shoes. Maybe when I didn't call Damon he'd worry and come to check on me and when he didn't find me he'd look harder.
"You still have tampons in here?" she laughed, waving one through the air with an amused expression on her face.
"It's not like I've been dead for hundreds of years. It's been like two weeks." I stared down at my nails, picking at the invisible dirt under them, "why are you back in Mystic Falls?"
She blinked at me with a blank expression on her face, still digging through my purse, "who said I left?" I raised an eyebrow at her and she turned her eyes back to my purse without saying anything else until she found my iPod and pulled it out with a smirk, she was gone and back in a blink, holding something small that she hooked into the iPod.
My music filled the tomb; she glanced at the iPod and back up at me, "Disney music? Why does that not surprise me." I shrugged my shoulders, tapping my feet along to the song, I was a Disney girl and Katherine wouldn't make me feel bad about it. A few song changes later a classical song came on, one of those things that came preinstalled on the computer, I didn't know what it was and I didn't know it was on my iPod.
"How long have you been living in the tomb?" I asked her. She didn't answer instead she walked away, hoping smoothly over the bench and went through the iron gate, bending over. I hear glass clink and she suddenly throws a bottle at me. Luckily I see it in time and catch it before it smashes into my face, Katherine looked slightly disappointed.
"Vodka?" She shrugged, walking back through the gate and over to where she was sitting beside the iPod as the song changes to a Kesha song. She raised an eyebrow at me in silent question. I answer with a shrug and open the bottle, smelling it warily before I take a swig. It burns unpleasantly down my throat, and settles in my stomach, washing over the hunger and ebbing it slightly, "How long have you been here?"
"Since before Rebekah forced Matt off the bridge and killed you. She snapped my neck, thinking I was you. She wasn't very happy when I woke up while she was trying to bury me." she smirked like it was a fond memory and tipped the bottle back, "where were you when you got caught?"
"The cemetery." She made a face that I somehow understood to mean 'why', "I needed to get away from Damon. I've been living in the Salvatore house since Stefan stupidly woke my brother's hunter genes and he now wants to kill me."
"Little Jeremy's a hunter, huh? And Stefan woke his powers? Would it have anything to do with that cure I keep hearing about?" she wondered, I nodded my head, "so he wants to help Klaus get the cure to turn you human so that he can use you as a blood bag just so his little defenseless human Elena is back?"
I groaned, dropping my head against the wall, "I don't even want to be human. He thinks it has to do with me being sired to Damon, but if that were true and my world revolved around Damon I wouldn't be trapped here. So that'll show him." I grumble, tipping the bottle back and taking a deep swig, "and he used to be all 'I'll always do what Elena wants' and I told him not to risk Jeremy for me to be human and he did it anyways! He killed someone and made Jeremy stake them!"
Katherine rolled her eyes, tipping her bottle back, "I don't see what's wrong with you being a vampire." She looked over at me, "I like you just as little now as I did then." She laughed.
I didn't bother scowling at her, she's just Katherine and what do I care what she thinks, "I don't like you much better this way, either." I told her, tipping the bottle back again, "but this is helping."
She tilted her head to the side and stared at me, "you're hungry."
"Starving." I mumbled, "I can only drink human blood."
"Damn that sire bond." She chuckled clearly she'd been lingering around a lot more often than we knew, "It would have happened with either brother, just so Damon can't gloat like I know he's doing. It's because I turned them, oh doppelganger of mine." I lifted an eyebrow in question, "you're tied to me, my blood made them, which makes your connection to them stronger because we're connected, it's just a bonus that you had feelings for Damon."
"That makes sense." She gives me a look that basically says 'of course it does, I said it' but didn't speak. And neither did I. I finished the bottle and my hunger was coming back with a vengeance. Katherine was sitting on the floor still, but in my pacing I'd gotten up and lay down on the bench. She commented Stefan laid the same way when he was trapped in here with her. I ignored her, and she told me what she dream did to him, even though I already knew about it.
"I'm so fucking hungry." I finally said, rolling onto my stomach to stare at her, "do you have anything else I can drink?"
"Beautiful Blue Danube." Katherine said without answering me, she looked at me with a far off look in her gaze, "do you know how to do the waltz?"
"No." I replied, sitting up on the bench and watching her. She got up, restarting the song before she walked over to me, extending her hand to me. I just stared up at her with what I hopped was a blank expression.
"Come on, it's just a dance Elena, it's not going to kill you." With a sigh I took her hand, letting her pull me off the bench. She showed me a few steps and then gracefully pulled me around the small dirt area. The music invaded my senses as she spun me about the dance floor at a quick pace, and then abruptly slowed with the music, staring into my eyes.
Her eyes were so dark, so deep, even darker than my own. Full of hidden secrets I was suddenly burning to learn. When the song changed we just stepped closer, swaying with the music. She held me a little bit closer, , her arms hanging around my hips while my arms were around her neck, this felt so comfortable. We swayed to nothing, the music a faster beat then we moved, but I wasn't really paying attention to that as Katherine locked eyes with me, "you're eyes are full of fire." She murmured, leaning closer, resting her forehead against mine.
My breath hitched in my throat at the sudden contact as she pulled me closer, just an inch, one hand coming up to gently take my chin and tip my face upward, she kissed me slowly at first, testing my reaction. When I didn't resist and kissed me a little harder, those soft lips melding against mine and lighting a fire in my belly. Something inside me snapped and I shoved her roughly up against the wall, kissing her roughly, our teeth scraping each other as one hand tangled in my hair.
And then I woke up, lying on that stupid bench feeling a way I shouldn't be feeling about Katherine. She was behind me, still on the ground, smirking while she filed her nails, I wanted to kiss her, I could claim it was to make sure the way I was feeling was manipulation but it'd be lying. I lunged at her, but she moved quickly and before I could process it she had me pressed up against a wall, her breath fanning across my lips, smelling faintly like vodka and blood.
I stared at her for a moment before clenching my hands into fists, I leant in and pressed my lips against hers firmly, they were soft and warm, much like the rest of her, and that fire in my belly roared to life. Caught off guard her grip on my wrists loosened and I spun her around, pinning her down on the bench with my body lying onto top of her. I kissed her feverishly, and she kissed me back, her arms going around my back and her nails digging into my shoulder blades.
It quickly turned into a race for dominance, and Katherine flipped me off the bench and onto the ground, ripping my tank top off in the process before attacking my neck with soft lips and harsh blunt teeth. I grabbed her shoulders and rolled us both over, pulling her tank top off in a clumsy motion, throwing it as far away as I could before looking down at her, my breath catching in my throat.
She looked up at me with dark hooded eyes, fangs out, chest heaving, "there's no turning back, Elena." She murmured, tracing a finger down my arm.
"Good." I breathed, leaning down as she sat up, kissing each other slowly, her hands holding my face as I lost myself in her lips, and then her hands were everywhere, making my body heat up like nobody else had ever done. She had my clothes off faster than I thought possible.
I wasn't as fast, and eventually she yanked her own bra off before pinning me to the ground and kissing my throat, down my chest, slowly, teasingly running her tongue between my breasts before placing a soft kiss between the two of them and moving further down, it was rushed and slow at the same time, her skin was soft and her movements harsh, and her tongue was so fucking hot as it traced a path down my stomach.
She looked at me briefly with a coy smirk before her fingers hooked around my underwear and she tore them off, tossing the remains aside before she ducked her head between my legs, one hand holding either thigh apart as she showed me just how talented that mouth of hers was. My eyelids slammed shut and my brain scrambled to keep up with the sensations I was feeling as I arched off the ground toward her, my muscles aching, my stomach twisting with anticipation. Her name tumbled from my mouth like a prayer, her fingers working magic inside of me as she pulled me up to sit in her lap, her teeth nibbling on the hallow of my neck, "Katherine…" I whispered, my head tipping back.
"Shh, Elena, just enjoy it." She whispered, almost tenderly, her free hand massaging my lower back as her fingers pumped inside me. I felt her fangs scrape against my throat and she bit down. I'd been bit before but it never felt this amazing. My thoughts disappeared as my body shook and tingled, I felt like I was floating on air. Katherine moaned against my neck, her warm tongue lapping over the mark.
She bit with blunt teeth on my collar bone and looked up at me with a mischievous glint in her dark eyes. I smirked at her and pushed her onto her back, hovering over her. I kissed her hard, running my hand down her side and over her bare hip, up her inner thigh, feeling the heat radiating from her. She groaned when my fingers entered her slowly, I pulled away from the kiss to look at her; she stared back at me with a hooded lust filled gaze. It was hypnotizing.
My hand moved to the slow steady tempo of the music from my iPod, I kissed and nipped her neck, her collar bone, her lips. I wanted to kiss every inch of her, please every inch of her. She made pleasant sounds, arched her back and scraped her nails through the dirt, but that wasn't enough for me. I craved more. I wanted her to feel the way I felt. I sped up my motions, eliciting a pleasant groan from her, growing louder as I sped up.
I was caught up in her hypnotizing stare again, and it was as if watching her made her feel something more because she suddenly threw her head back and cried out, exposing her throat to me. My fangs were down before I could think and I leaned forward, biting into her throat without hesitation. She cried my name, her body shuddering and her thighs squeezing my hand as I drank her blood, my thoughts swimming away in a drunken spin as the fire reignited in my belly.
Katherine stared at me with fire in her gaze and a coy smile on her face, "let me show you just how
"Elena…" Katherine called an hour later, her voice sounding a little hoarse. I blinked my eyes open and sat up. We were laying in the dirt tangled together, my head over her non-beating heart. Her arm wrapped around my back and our legs woven together. She was using her free hand to stroke the arm I had draped over her stomach, "Elena someone is coming."
It didn't take me more than a second to get to my feet and jump away from her, I wasn't sure how I felt about what happened but I knew nobody needed to see us like this, she grabbed her clothes and threw me mine, running around faster than even my vampire vision could follow. Instead I pulled on whatever clothes she handed me and fixed my hair, checking out my outfit.
Jeans, tank top, sweater. No bra, no underwear. She held up the remains of my last good set with an unapologetic grin on her face. She was back in jeans and the tattered bits of her tank top as well as her bra. I was left to wonder about her underwear, since I hadn't been the one to remove them I hardly knew if she had them on in the first place.
"You can come out now." It was Stefan; he must've been by the entrance to the tomb. I glanced at Katherine and she looked back at me with the same confused expression but quickly covered it up with an indifferent look. Katherine had my bag hanging on one finger, held out in front of her. I shrugged and took it; we pulled our shoes back on and walked forward together, I prayed it wasn't too obvious what we'd been doing.
"I called someone to lift the spell as soon as I heard Rebekah telling someone about it." Stefan said, "come on Elena." He held his hand out and looked between Katherine and I confused, "are you wearing each others clothing? I swear those are Elena's jeans."
Katherine and I looked at each other. She was wearing my jeans, I was wearing hers, I had her shoes, and she had mine and our tops were still ours, "looks like it." Katherine says, wrapping her arm around my back and slipping her hand into my back pocket, she pushed me forward, past Stefan, Caroline, Bonnie and she stopped in front of Damon.
"Is that blood, Elena?" he looked straight at me and reached forward to swipe at the corner of my mouth, "How?" he looked to Katherine.
"I'm stronger, Damon." Katherine stated simply, "we're connected, which makes me have a greater hold over little Elena here. Although I used none of that earlier. That was all her." if I had the ability to blush I would. I pulled away from her quickly, angrily. Had she used that on me? Was that all because of her?
"How could you?" I hissed.
"I didn't Elena. The dream, yes. The rest was you." She ran her hand up my side and kissed the base of my neck over her bite, her hand grazed across my center briefly, causing me to shudder, and with that she disappeared. I felt eyes on me from all directions, accusing glances, cruel judgment no doubt. Shame settled firmly on my shoulders. Damon put his arm across my shoulders and hugged me to his side, leading me from the tomb silently. He would probably be the only one not to judge me. I leaned against him gratefully, tears stinging my eyes.