"Damon," Katherine said smirking. "Long time no see?" Damon spun around at HER voice, his chest pounding and his heart in his throat. He hadn't seen her since their failed attempt to kill Klaus, and that had been AGES ago. He quickly schooled his voice and features to look neutral because right now he knew that he was wearing his heart on his sleeves. "What are you doing here?" Damon asked her, still putting up the unaffected front. Katherine shrugged as she walked seductively towards him. "I missed you." Damon huffed as he turned away from her. "Save it, Katherine," he told her as he strode towards the mini bar and poured himself a glass of bourbon. He had been down this road too many times and it always ended in tears and heartbreak… for him.
"Come on, Damon," Katherine said. "Do you think I will come back to Mystic Falls after angering Klaus just to play games?" "That's all you ever do," Damon retorted bitterly. Katherine rolled her eyes. "I needed some distraction. I can hardly apologize for that. Would you rather I kill people?" Katherine was pouting at him. Damon glowered at her. "Nothing's ever stopped you from killing people." Not even messing with my heart. Katherine sighed, her arms crossed. "Fine. Be moody," she said. She looked around the Salvatore living-room then turned back to Damon. "I'm going to take a shower. " A naughty grin spread over her face. "Want to join?" Damon rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. "No Katherine, I do not want to join you." He ignored the tiny voice in his head protesting otherwise. Katherine shrugged. "Suit yourself." She shot him another naughty grin before disappearing up the stairs.
Damon let out a sigh as soon as she was out of sight. His heart could never catch a break. After debating if he should remain downstairs until Katherine was done showering and fully dressed, he decided that he would leave the house for a short period just to prevent any… sticky situations. He spotted the perky blonde Caroline Forbes walking down the street when he reached Mystic Falls Town Square. "Hey you," he said falling into step beside her. Caroline didn't bother to turn as she barely suppressed a groan. "Really, Damon? You have nothing better to do than to be a nuisance? Ugh!" She entered the mall and he trailed in behind her. Caroline spun around abruptly. "Leave me alone," she said glaring at him. "But we're having so much fun," Damon protested. "No, we are not having fun, you are having fun," Caroline disagreed. Damon rolled his eyes. "Don't be such a buzz kill, Caroline."
He strode ahead of her, casually letting his gaze roam freely through the mall. "What are we buying?" he asked. "Ugh!" Caroline pushed past him. Damon smirked. He had no romantic feelings for Caroline, but messing with her gave him the control which Katherine took from him. Caroline walked around the first level of the mall, with Damon behind her. "Ooh, this is cute!" she squealed, picking out a pink two-piece bikini. "Bad idea," Damon stated. Her gaze shot to him. "Really?" she asked. "Or are you just being a jerk?" "You could wear it and have people laugh at you," Damon stated nonchalantly. "It's your choice." "Screw you," Caroline replied. She kept the bikini that she had chosen and continued on her search. Damon shrugged. "Well if you're going to stalk me, you might as well be useful. Hold these," Caroline said after a while, holding out an armful of clothes. "Yeah, I'm done," Damon said. He smirked at her then turned around and left. Caroline stared after him, mouth agape.
Damon wondered if Stefan had returned to the house as he strutted through the streets of Mystic Falls. He might be more capable of facing Katherine again if Stefan was there to act as a buffer between them; but then again, maybe not if she was still busy throwing herself at Stefan. Damon's jaw hardened. It hurt to watch her do that; really bad. Stefan never loved her like he did, but yet he won her heart without trying. Well, he wasn't going to chase after her anymore. He was done chasing; too bad he wasn't done loving her. Damon thought maybe he should pay Elena Gilbert a visit, but his brain quickly shot down that idea. You see? His brain worked… sometimes. The Elena situation was complicated. He knew that he had deep feelings for her; he probably even loved her; but at the same time he knew that if Katherine confessed that she loved him and only him that he would choose Katherine in a heartbeat. He'd loved her for one hundred and forty six years; he doubted that he would ever stop loving her.
Damon arrived back to a quiet house. The first floor was empty but he heard faint sounds from upstairs. Damon slowly started up the stairs and stiffened as his vampire hearing picked up moans floating from one of the rooms. Damon stopped cold as he reached the landing and realized that the moaning was coming from Stefan's room. Were he and Katherine…? He didn't even want to finish the thought. He couldn't listen anymore and stumbled to his room feeling physically ill. He slumped onto his bed, his whole world shattered. What was the point of her even claiming that she missed him if she was just going to jump into bed with his brother? Lies. All lies. He was never trusting a word out of her mouth again. Damon lay immobile on his bed staring unseeing at the ceiling long after the moaning stopped and satisfied murmurs then silence filled the air. He wasn't drunk enough for the pain wreaking his heart. He needed to get over her. Katherine. If she was going to be the cause of him feeling like this every time.
Katherine arrived back at the Salvatore mansion wondering if the puke fest between Stefan and Elena was done. She'd known where things were heading when Stefan and Elena had arrived at the house hand-in-hand after apparently spending the afternoon together. She'd quickly made herself scarce as soon as Stefan's room door had shut in order to save her ears. Elena. Katherine made a face. How was her dishwater doppelganger getting some and she wasn't? Not that she wanted Stefan. No. It was Damon that she was aching for. But he would never give into her. How could she convince him to without spilling her secrets? If she went to him he would demand to know why and she had no answers. Well she did, but she wasn't ready to spill. When Katherine reached the second floor she saw light from Damon's room seeping from underneath the door. She grinned. Perfect. Even if it wouldn't go anywhere, there was nothing wrong with a good seduction.
She went to the guest room that she had used the previous times that she had stayed over at the Salvatore mansion. The drawers and closets still contained clothing for her. Katherine opened the lingerie drawer. What would Damon like best? She wondered. Hmm. She picked out a sheer, lacy teddy that was a deep royal blue. Not her favorite color. Katherine replaced the teddy and chose a galaxy purple one. She held it in front of her body and stepped back to get a good view in the mirror. Stunning. Pleased with her choice, she laid the teddy on top of the bed then headed off to shower.