A/N: Yes! First fanfic! I'm terribly sorry if the writing for this story is awful. My goal in life is to get at least one story published; this is just one way to find out if that dream is pointless or not. Please review. A couple pointers are highly welcomed, just please don't make them insulting. Sorry for boring you with all of these personal notes. Enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: I do not belong any of the characters in this story, nor do I own Vampire Diaries. I'm just experimenting.

Damon Salvatore stared down at his phone in what seemed like an endless amount of time. He thought about everything and nothing at the same time. A million thoughts formed in his head, but none of them showed in his dark, bottomless black eyes. He was emotionless, cold; but only on the outside. Inside, he was a bundle of nerves and mixed emotions. Slowly, he began to type into his phone.

She's back, I'm leaving

Suddenly, two slender arms wrapped around his neck and a hot, moist tongue traced the shell of his ear, "It's time. Let's go."

Her cold, little hands ran down his arm, tracing the bulge of his muscles. Her legs nudged their way into the crevice of his legs and she tried to pry his face towards her own. Slowly, very slowly, he turned his body towards her.

Her long, curly hair framed her face and her head was tilted coyly on the side. She held an innocent expression on her face as she moved her hands all over his body. Fake. All fake.

Damon didn't move at all. He didn't move a muscle. He ignored all of her touches and slowly, very slowly, curled his fingers on his phone, until he heard the satisfying crunch. He dropped his now useless phone on the floor and finally spoke. "I'm saying goodbye to her."

Katherine's innocent and coy expression dropped and she looked her usual, cold and dangerous, "Why Damon? She belongs to Stefan now." She smirked at the murderous expression on Damon's face.

Damon snarled, grabbing Katherine's neck in a vice-like grip and slamming her into the nearby wall in his house. "I am seeing her one last time." His normally fathomless black eyes were swarmed with unusual emotions. He looked angry, desperate, frustrated, and, dare I say it? A little terrified. Katherine felt a shiver go down her spine.

"Damn that's sexy," she breathed in his ear.

Snarling one last time, Damon slammed her into the wall, shaking all of the plates and mirrors, and let her fall to the ground. He stalked towards the door and was about to yank it open before a pair of unnaturally strong hands slammed the door shut. Damon roared in fury and was about to yank onto her hair before she disappeared once again. This time, she reappeared before him, grabbing his arms back painfully and pulling his head back and forcing his lips on hers.

They both moaned at the contact and met each other's tongues heatedly. Somewhere along the lines, Katherine ended up with her legs wrapped around Damon's waist as he started to kiss lower, moving down her neck. "I hate you" he hissed, violently biting down on her neck with his newly grown fangs. Katherine moaned, deeply, "But you fuck me so well."

In a flash, Damon dropped Katherine on the floor and headed out the door. "Well that was fun," he said with his signature smirk, "But I have some things I have to take care of. Don't wait up."

He walked out, slamming the door on Katherine's bewildered face feeling much better