Author's Note: This is a short story of Katheine Pierce and Damon Salvatore with what will probably be about five to seven chapters, each inspired by a song or two. I've been listening to my iPod a lot these days and there were so many songs that kept reminding me of Damon and Katherine, so I figured that I might as well turn some of my favorite ones into a fanfic. This chapter in particular was inspired by "This Love," by Maroon 5. If you have any suggestions for future chapters or anything that I should add/change, please let me know, don't be shy! Let me know what you think!

~ This Love ~

I pulled my v-neck over my head, tossing it to the ground. I supposed that I'd been a bit messier than usual tonight outside the Mystic Grill, blood dripping onto my gray tee as I'd compelled a slender, blonde woman to let me feed, the perfect, sweet, red elixir dripping from her neck. I probably drew more than I should have, her head visibly spinning from the blood loss. Granted, at this time of night, she could have easily passed as drunk. I pursed my lips, wondering what time it truly was. I checked the small, black alarm clock on my mahogany nightstand.

3:00 A.M.

Lovely. I groaned, having promised the Council that I would be at the Lockwoods' mansion at the bright and early hour of seven. There had been unexpected vampire activity in Mystic Falls lately, and I knew that it wasn't me nor Stefan, my brother. My best guess was that it was someone trying to screw with our heads, though I had to play dumb for the humans of the Council who thought that I was the same way as they. "Miss me?" A melodic voice chirped from behind me, as if on cue.

Speaking of screwing with my head.

I whirled around, my eyes quickly spotting the Bulgarian brunette leaning against the dark oak door frame of my bathroom. I rolled my eyes. "Katherine," I spat sourly. "What do you want?"

She feigned a hurt expression. "Ouch, Damon, I really don't like your tone. Am I really so awful that I can't drop in to see an old friend?" She asked, widening her chocolate eyes innocently.

"First, we aren't friends, second, you don't just drop in, Katherine, you drop a bomb, and leave the mess for everyone else to clean up," I said, walking over to my dresser, pulling out a new shirt. "He's not here," I muttered finally, pulling the black shirt over my head and adjusting it around my body.

"Who, Stefan?" She wondered, stepping away from the bathroom. "Who says that I'm here for Stefan? Damon . . . I came for you." She murmured in a softer voice.

I gave her a look crossing her arms. Katherine held the innocent stare for a moment until finally cracking a grin across her sharp, olive features. "Of course I came for Stefan," she said in an isn't-it-obvious voice. "So where is he?"

"Not here. He's having fun with Elena," I answered, locking my jaw for a moment. I knew that I didn't have a chance with Elena, but the facts didn't stop wishful thinking.

Katherine's lips jutted into a mocking pout. "Aw, poor Damon finishes second again. Doesn't that ever grow tiring? Having everyone you care about always choose Stefan over you? I'm not going to lie, sometimes I do wonder what would have happened if I'd chosen differently in 1864 . . ." She murmured, walking closer to where I stood.

For a moment, my mind went dormant, only wanting to close the little distance that she was providing. I finally shook he thought away, taking a step back to keep myself from doing something I may regret. Katherine's words finally hit home. I froze, my hands balling into fists.

"I saw that," she said in. Sing-song voice, coming so that she was only a foot in front of me. I took another step back. "Oh, sweetie, don't be in denial. You may be in love with Elena, and I know that you are . . . but you still love me," she murmured, reaching out to drag her fingers softly up the length of my arm, leaving a hot trail behind where her fingers touched my skin. I swallowed, stepping away again, resisting a groan when my back hit the wood paneling of my wall. Katherine wasted no time coming just as close again, thoughtful as her fingers traced light patterns on my chest. "You know, Damon, I've been very bored lately. Very lonely, very bored."

I rolled my eyes, swatting her hand away. The last thinning needed was to succumb to her innocent seduction. It was a façade, not even remotely real. The human Damon would have given in already and let her take things just as far as she wanted to, but I'd learned some resistance, some control over the past one hundred and forty-eight years. "If you're looking for sympathy, tell it to someone who cares," I growled, my icy eyes glaring daggers down at her.

Her eyes were humorous, stretching on her tip-toes to whisper in my ear, "I just did, Sweetie." I had to give her credit; even I was thinking about giving in. Not that I would, of course, though I'd be lying if I said that I didn't think about it, but I wasn't weak.

"Maybe I don't need Stefan, I mean, he's clearly spoken for," she continued, a hand trailing up my chest, and I didn't trust it. I resisted crawling into a turtle shell just to get her to stop. I didn't want that, none of that, not from her. "Maybe I'm over him," she whispered, her fingers working their way up to stroke my cheek teasingly. "Maybe all I need is you."

I bit my lip, staring down at her, searching her eyes. I don't know what I would be looking for, but it sure wouldn't be truth. I finally grinned, ducking my head to kiss her boldly.

A giggle of triumph escaped her lips, immediately reacting. Her fingers were quick, already finding the back of my head, tugging lightly on the thick, black hair there. I wasn't slow either, using one hand to press her lower back flush against me, my other trailing down her thigh, grabbing under her knee and hitching it up on my hip, causing her loose, crimson dress to slip up her leg, exposing more of her smooth, olive skin.

Her lips tugged on mine softly, an involuntary groan escaping my throat, suddenly gripping her hips and hoisting her up. Katherine's long legs automatically wrapping themselves tightly around my waist. Using vampire strength and speed, I flipped us around so that her back was against the wall, pressing myself against her.

I heard a gasp from her mouth as I pulled away to drop lingering kisses along her neck. "I told you, Damon, I'm bored," her voice came softly, seductively. "Entertain me, Damon."

Entertain. I can entertain.

I pressed my chest against her to hold her up a my hands moved from her hips, slipping under the satin of her dress, giving her thighs a squeeze. Katherine giggled. "Better, but still not entertaining," her sing-song voice murmured, though not at her weakest point yet.

I grinned on her skin, my lips kissing their way down to the top of her cleavage that I hadn't seen before, even with the plunging neckline. My hands inched up her upper legs, feeling a warmth grow hotter as a did. I chuckled. "Katherine," I murmured on her chest. "You're beautiful," I stated, my tongue darting out to sweep across her skin. "Sexy," I added, stepping away from the wall, using my speed to suddenly pin her back to the ground, my hands never leaving her upper thighs.

I looked up to see a smile break across her face, closing her eyes. "And?" She urged, seeming to scoot closer towards me.

I smirked, bringing my lips back up to kiss just under her jaw. "Incredibly smart. Devious," I continued. My hands finally touched the edge of her underwear, dragging a finger along the lace, her warmth heating more. "Seductive." She seemed totally at ease, almost trusting me. She's not that stupid, I thought, trying to keep focused on my task. My hand finally moved over the thin fabric that covered her, finding that it was actually wet. Soaked, really . . . For me? I almost laughed at the thought.

I heard a sharp breath, looking up to see her mouth part slightly. "And I have a confession," I whispered, a grin on my lips as I kissed her softly, my hands rubbing her hard and slow through her panties, her hips jolting upward once with resistance. I almost laughed.

For the first time, ever, in all of my one hundred and seventy years, her voice was shaky, vulnerable. "And what's that?" She asked in a small voice.

My hand stopped, coming out from under her dress as I kissed her again, tender. "I want you . . ." I caressed her face with one hand while the other was quick to reach under my bed, grabbing the vervain dart that I held there and stabbing it into her neck.

". . . To go to hell," I finished, watching as her body grew weak under me. "That would be very entertaining."

I stood I my feet, rolling my eyes, smug as I walked into my bathroom to shower, leaving her body where it was until I was done. "That was for 1864," I muttered.

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