Something that came to me, when I was bored.
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Damon sat, dejectedly on his chair in the living room of Rebekah's house. He downed his glass, almost every five seconds, and this was pissing Rebekah off.
"You know what? Next time, you don't wanna get your heart broken? Don't fall in love with your brother's girl, dumbass!" she said, refilling both their glasses.
"Yeah. I honestly, don't know why I fell for her, repeated this creepy, stalkerish love triangle thingy. Way too cliché, don't you think?" he asked, savoring the taste of the two hundred and fifty year old scotch. Damn his goody-two-shoed brother for always being the good one. The chosen one. Bleh.
"Because, like I so nicely pointed out, you're a dumbass." Rebekah replied, rolling her eyes, and downing it as well. "Yeah, I am." Damon replied, not even good-naturedly eye rolling, or giving a sarcastic retort. That bothered Rebekah. She dared not admit it, but Damon was her closest thing to a friend. Well, he was her best drinking buddy, and they talked about stuff together, being each other's personal pity-party. But, he had become an important thing in her life, and she had ever seen him like this, not once, ever. And it annoyed her.
"Well, wanna have hot hate revenge sex?" she asked, trying to make him feel better. "Not really. I just wanna sit here in my own self-hate bubble, and think about my miserable existence." He answered, a dead look in his eyes. Rebekah felt uncomfortable, but she didn't press it.
The same dead expression remained in his eyes, when the bell rang, and she simply shrugged and went to see who it was. Rebekah groaned as Katherine waltzed in. "whaddya want, doppelganger?" Rebekah asked, vexed. "Well, since you're brother promised me the book containing the map to Anya's layer, I'm here to collect it." Katherine answered, rolling her eyes.
Rebekah literally wanted to bitch slap her oaf of a brother. "Well, Nik isn't here. So leave." She said, annoyed more than ever. "Well, this sucks. I had to drive here, and then I find out that Klaus isn't here. Great. I need a drink." Katherine answered, shrugging off Rebekah's 'leave' as if it had never been said.
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Rebekah's patience was wearing thin. Damon and Katherine were drinking all her precious booze, and were sitting there, moping around, while she had to act like the sober boring person who kept telling them to stop. At last, she decided to get out and talk to kol. Anything will be better than the uncomfortable silence that's making me feel like I murdered a puppy, she thought, and stood up.
She didn't even bother to say anything, simply left, knowing very well, that Damon couldn't be comforted when he was like this, and the thought of comforting Katherine made her want to vomit.
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It had been two hours since Katherine had arrived, and were now staring at each other in an uncomfortable drunken haze. "Well, I'm bored, so I'll play along. What happened?" she asked, tired.
"Why do you wanna know?" he answered, wanting to rip into someone's jugular and feed until he couldn't breathe.
"Because I'm bored, and I need entertainment. And you need to vent. And what better solution to me getting entertained and you venting than to talk about your little love triangle drama?" she asked, downing her glass again.
"What can happen? She chose Stefan. Again. After choosing me. After making that flower of hope bloom in my chest, and then she poured acid on it. That was something you'd do." He answered, sighing.
Katherine pouted at the comparison. "Well, Damon, that hurt me." She answered, feeling nothing at what he said.
"Well, mission successful." He answered, drinking straight from the bottle.
"Do you still want to be with her?" she asked him, sitting beside him, and borrowing the bottle for another sip. "Of course I do! I love her. But like you said, it's always going to be Stefan. Always was, always will, always will be." He replied, taking another swig.
"Wait just a second! I'm going to prove to you that it's not always going to be Stefan!" she said, standing up.
"Really? What are you going to do? Kidnap him, and then sexually harass him?" he asked, rolling his eyes.
"Really, Damon? I'm trying to be helpful. No need to vent your anger on me. I'm just suggesting something." She answered, pouting again, mischief still filling her eyes.
"Fine. Tell me what you're suggesting, oh brilliant suggestor." He drawled.
"You should date me." She answered. Damon was having some sort of a seizure, and coughing up his bourbon.
"Katherine? How do I say this? I would rather take my daylight ring off, and stand naked in the Sahara desert for an hour rather than date you." He replied, after his epilepsy finished.
She rolled her eyes, shaking her head.
"Look Damon, we all know you're a guy that beds a lot of women, but you do not know women psychology." She answered, her brown eyes staring at him.
"Well, fine. Educate me on 'women's feelings' would yah?" he asked, feeling slightly interested.
"Well, first of all, if she sees you happy, it'll kill her. Second of all, if she sees you happy with someone who hates her guts, she will be extremely jealous. And once we get a woman jealous, boom! Your relationship has started. You guys already have the right amount of sexual tension, and now all we need to do, is to make it swell up, until it blows and she'll be all over you, and forget about Stefan. " Katherine answered, knowing her plan was genius.
"You make a good argument, but why are you helping me?" Damon asked, feeling sober. Hearing a suggestion like that did that to you.
"Well, what can I say, I feel bad about hurting you. And looking at you sitting there brooding like you're brother makes me feel sad. And I don't like sad. Plus, pouting isn't attractive on you, you know. And I'm bored out of my mind, so yeah. Why not." She answered, being honest, and shrugging.
Damon considered it, and knew he was crazy for even thinking about it, but the idea of having Elena love him was way too much, and he already knew his answer was a yes.
"I'm in." he replied, before pouring a drink for both of them.
She picked up her glass and said, "To a partnership, that is obviously going to be fun."
He clinked his glass with hers, and drank.
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