"Another same damn boring night", Damon said to himself as he kicked the pile of leaves in his path he walked down the alley to his favorite bar, Bree's. As Damon walked into the bar, all eyes followed him from head to toe; from his naturally dark black hair, to his broad leather-clad shoulders and his muscular physique. Damon knew all eyes were watching him and he threw out one of his trademark smirks and made a show out of taking a seat at the bar. He began surveying the crowd for his next victim, or without the dramatic wording, his potential dinner for the night. Damon spotted a blonde at the other end of the bar, she looked eager for someone to fuck and he knew she would be the right one for the night.

Damon got off the bar stool he was seated at and made his way, sitting closer to the blonde and casually draping an arm around her shoulder, as he took a seat. He called over the bartender and ordered himself an old fashioned cup of bourbon neat and ordered the blonde an apple martini, knowing that girls like herself died for those fluffy drinks. His drink burned its way down his throat as he chugged down half the cup and he looked over to the alreadyintoxicated blonde who was not only drinking up her martini but was also drinking up his body. Damon was getting bored by the blonde's, or Katie as she wished to be called, boring conversation skills as well as getting hungrier by the minute and wanted to get this over and done with.

He began to gaze around the bar looking for something to do while the blonde slowly finished her drink and that's when he saw her. "What in the hell…" Damon mumbled to himself, he had a sinking feeling in his stomach and the look on his face would have given the impression he was seeing a ghost when in fact he probably was. Damon couldn't think of any reason this would be happening but in that moment he didn't care, all he wanted to do was hurt something...hurt her.

Flashback

"Brother, I hope you understand why I'm leaving, I would never purposely abandon you but this is something I have to do for myself. Please, if you have a way to leave and get away from father then do it, I won't be coming home ever again and I probably won't ever get to see you again. You've been a great brother and the best I could ask for."

- Your Brother, Damon

Damon got up and walked out of his room to go lay his letter on Stefan's bed, as he opened the door he noticed all of Stefan's drawers were open and all his clothes were missing. He realized he hadn't seen Stefan or Katherine all day and this was beginning to worry him, he ran over to Katherine's room that was just across from Stefan's and noticed all of her things were gone as well with a note on her dresser mirror that read

"I've gone and he's left with me, I would say I'm sorry but I'm not, this is where I belong, you knew this would somehow happen and you don't have a place here"

- The one & only Katherine Pierce.

Damon had never felt so betrayed in his whole life, even what his father had done to him in his past, could never of reached this level. Anger grew inside of him and he began throwing the leftover things in Katherine's room everywhere, breaking all mirrors and everything in sight, he couldn't believe his brother & the love of his life had done this to him and he knew this could never be forgiven, and that he would hate his brother for the rest of his life.

End of Flashback

"Can we leave now? it's getting late and I think we both know what we really want right now" the Blonde drunkenly said, pulling him out of the murderous, crazed state that he had slipped into just moments before.

"Oh sure...sure we can leave" Damon replied to her menacingly but the blonde didn't notice the change in his tone of voice that he had been using with her just a short while ago.

Damon knew what he wanted to do in that moment and he knew he would need to have dinner before he took it upon himself to carry out the five-second plan he had just created. Damon helped the blonde off of the bar stool and lead her outside into dark and cool night that made it perfect for him to carry out his intentions, he walked her to the alley that was behind the bar where it was just dark and quiet enough for him to get this over with.

"This is where we're doing this? I mean sure there's gotta be something much more comfortable" the blonde said giving Damon a nervous smile.

"What was your name again? Damon said, as name that she had previously recognized to be her own slipped his mind.

"I mentioned it to you earlier as we were speaking, but it's Katie," she told him as she let out another one of those annoying giggles." And look at you asking for names when you never even gave me yours, how ungentlemanly of you"

Damon was becoming very annoyed at this point and slammed Katie up against the brick wall of the bar and began to compel her "Look at me Katie and listen closely, my name isn't important because you're never going to need it anyways, I hate to break it to you but god you are so goddamn boring, and in about two seconds I'll be doing you and the people that tolerate you a bigfavor so here's what I want you to do, I don't want to hear you talk and I definitely don't want to hear you scream but I do want you to feel me hurting you. I want me ripping into your throat to be the worst thing you've ever felt and god I want you to struggle, let me know that it hurts, because that's the only thing that's gonna make me happy"

Damon opened his mouth and Katie got a one second glance at the sharp teeth that were gonna rip through the sensitive flesh of her neck. Damon ripped into her neck and Katie's fight to struggle against his body, which was pressed flush against hers, somehow made Damon smile and the ecstasy of Katie's forget about the impending doom that was waiting for him inside the bar.

Damon continued drinking from Katie's neck until her body grew limp and the life that was there two minutes ago, was finally gone. He let her body fall to the ground not caring if anyone found it and waltzed back into the bar like nothing had ever happened, he was happy for a moment but then turned around and remembered what was waiting for him inside that bar.

Damon felt the wrath of hell build up inside of him as he stared at the brunette standing a couple feet away from him, she laughed with her friends and walked over to the restrooms where no one else was standing or even paying attention to. Damon walked as quickly as he could to the other side of the bar, slammed her into the wall and he whispered in her ear as harsh as he could "Fucking...Katherine". Damon opened up the women's bathroom door and threw her in there while locking it behind him, the girl sat on the floor covering her face, not knowing what was going on because she was too afraid to speak.

"Alright, Katherine you can stop playing your little 'i'm scared' act, you're not going to play anymore fucking games with me" Damon yelled, not caring if he attracted any attention.

"I'm not Katherine m-m-m-my name is Elena, Elena Gilbert, I'm just here with a few friends, I don't know who Katherine is but I swear I'm not her" Elena said in a shaky voice, she was terrified and almost forgot how to talk.

Damon started laughing, admiring the her acting then all of a sudden he got just as serious as he was before "and wouldn't that be what the notorious Katherine Pierce would say? I mean you always were great at fooling people to get what you wanted, I mean for fucks sake, did you plan all of this? Pretending you've been dead this entire goddamn time? I thought you were fucked up before but this just takes the cake."

"I really don't know what you're talking about I swear I'm not Katherine!, you can go out there and ask my friends if you think I'm lying so much" Elena's voice had calmed down almost, she thought she could talk some sense into this man but she knew it would be a long shot or likely, it wouldn't work at all.

"I'm done with you lying to me for the last time, Katherine, we're leaving but I'm going to make sure you never come back", Damon grabbed Elena by the arm so hard it was going to end up leaving a bruise, he dragged her out from the back door and threw her in the back of his 1969 Chevy Camaro, he didn't realize how hard he threw her in the car, just as he did her head hit the back seat window, knocking her unconscious.

Damon got into the drivers side of his Camaro and pulled out of the bar parking lot, he didn't know at this moment what to think or do. He believed the woman he was in love with for over 150 years hadn't really died with his brother and had instead been hiding out for years and was now in the backseat of his car. Damon kept driving on the long, dark winding road thinking about all the ways he would hurt her, just like she had done to him.

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