Set in 3x22. Katherine shows up. And basically follows the same stuff that happened in the episode? Let me make this clear that this is a Delena, Steroline, Kalijah and sometimes even Klaroline story. At the first half, you're probably going to see a little bit of Stelena but I assure you, Delena will own and rule as it progresses. Enjoy (:

"Call me if you cough up a lung," murmured Damon, trying to be humorous in the last possible hour of if his life. 160 something years. He wasn't exactly sure anymore. Oddly, he felt too young to die. He smirked at his thought and stood up slowly, as if trying to save as much energy as possible to die.

When he turned around, there was a girl standing in front of him. She had soft, pale bronzy skin, chocolate colored hair that hung over her small shoulders, dark brown eyes that looked like two drops of chocolate. He felt his eyes deceive him. Maybe I'm hallucinating. He thought and stared at the girl.

"Elena?" Damon asked finally and used his vampire speed to go over to her, standing only inches away. She looked down at his lips and then looked back up into his blue eyes.

"Guess again."

Damon stepped back, disappointed to know that it was only Katherine, Elena's psycho bitch doppelganger. "What are you doing Katherine?" he asked, annoyed and still disappointed.

It was awful enough to not be able to say goodbye to Elena but to look at her doppelganger and know that she is half the person Elena is, was the worst possible way to die. At least as he died, he would remember how beautiful Elena looked.

"Klaus is dead," started Katherine as she walked around the coffin. "I've been keeping tracking on everything going on in Mystic Falls. Followed you here. Thought you might not want to die alone."

There was some honesty in Katherine's usually deceitful eyes. She was half right. It was better to die with someone he knew and once did love more than anything in the world rather than die alone.

"Did he create our bloodline?" asked Damon. He hoped that Klaus was only lying. Katherine may have known. He could only hope.
Katherine kept her eyes down and walked over to Damon. "I don't know."

Disappointment from both vampires filled the air, making it thicker than it already was. If Klaus was telling the truth, they both were truly going to die.
Then nearly fifteen minutes of them both just standing around and staring blankly at the coffin, summing up all the events of their human and vampire life, their thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of Damon's phone.

He picked up from the floor and answered.

Katherine's POV

While Damon was on the phone; Katherine walked off towards the storage unit and sat down on the couch as soon as she saw it. Twenty two minutes passed since Klaus officially died and she found out about it. No changes. She wasn't sure what exactly happened when other vampires of the same bloodline died.

Katherine imagined feeling weak, tired, sick. She imagined puking or craving more blood or her skin turning from its bronze tone to the grey tone with her nerves sticking out. The thought of her body being like that made her want to vomit.

Her head shot up suddenly and looked around herself. She felt the presence of another. She ran towards where Damon was and stopped, sealing the gasp that begged to escape.

"Damon," whispered Katherine and he turned immediately. He was still on the phone with Elena and for some reason he didn't show as much surprise as she did.

"Goodbye Elena." said Damon and put down his phone and looked at Alaric.

Just as Katherine was about to save herself and run of there, Alaric ran toward her and snapped her neck.

She woke nearly half an hour later. Her eyes gathered light, creating fragmented images of Damon holding Alaric in his arms. For the first time in her life, she saw Damon Salvatore in tears. She wasn't sure what to do. Katherine Pierce had never been the best shoulder to cry on.

Damon's POV

He thought the worst pain was over. He thought with Elena choosing Stefan, dying with Katherine, his only friend Alaric being a vampire, Rose dying, becoming a vampire, what could be worse? But this. Was truly the worst possible thing that could happen?

Why? God? Why. Damon cried. Alaric's dead body lay peacefully in his arms and he cried over it. Alaric was dead. The only best friend he ever had in his entire life was dead. Truly dead. Which lead to the heart breaking fact that the girl that he loved the most in his entire existence, the girl who could hate him and yet be loved by him, the girl changed him and the girl who brought out his humanity was dead. Elena Gilbert, the strong and beautiful Elena Gilbert: dead.

"Damon?" called out a voice and he lifted up his head, hopeful as he heard this voice only to be brought back down when he knew that it wasn't Elena. It was just Katherine.

She came over and sat down next to him. He was too numb to care about the fact that she was there. He didn't really want her around but he didn't want to be alone either. The fact that he had to break down like this in front of someone who he wasn't even sure still had some humanity was something that was pissing him off a bit.

"I have to go back to Mystic Falls." said Damon. He didn't even sound like himself. He practically croaked out the sentence.

"I'm going with you." Katherine stated and she stood up. "I'll take Ric's body and put it in the back of the trunk. I'm sure you'll want to give him a proper burial."

Why was Katherine being so nice? Damon thought, raising a brow. He didn't disagree or argue with her. For two reasons: firstly, she was right. Secondly, he didn't really have the strength to argue with her.

Then without another word, Katherine lifted Ric's body like it was paper and ran off to the car. He kept an ear out to make sure that she didn't run off with the body or drive away in his car. Though for some reason, he had a feeling it wasn't in Katherine's hidden agenda.

Damon stood up and all the energy he gathered to stand up drained out of him slowly. He felt weak. Utterly and completely weak. He didn't want to do anything. He wanted to go to a bar and drink away all his stupid, damn feelings this was his fault. He should have stayed with Elena. He should have protected her.

The god awful tears stung his eyes and he had to switch off his feelings just to run off towards the car. Katherine was leaning against his navy blue Camaro. They slipped into the car and drove off as fast as they could to reach Elena.

Ah well that's the first chapter. Review? (: