'Katherine there are six other bedrooms in this house…go find one'

Words that one Damon Salvatore never would have expected to say slip past his lips, and yet over a century later he had just uttered them. There had been a time back when Damon was human and back when he was an oblivious fool that having Katherine slipping into his bed would have made him absolutely giddy. Fighting for her attention against his younger brother had never been something he had enjoyed and though Katherine always ended her night with him he had always found himself wishing she would stay.

When it came to opening up and letting down her shield Katherine had rarely ever done it. Damon each time after they had basked in the afterglow of making love would ask Katherine the same question 'will you stay with me' and each night he was always greeted to disappointment of her coming up with some bullshit of an excuse for why she didn't think it wise.

Fast forward to over a century later of learning the truth and having his entire world ripped from beneath his feet and here she was coming for a booty call of all things.

The truth is I never loved you

It was always Stefan

Those words taunting him, and tonight her action just proving to him that all he ever was to her was a good fuck. Nothing less and nothing more, and it hurt, scratch that, it killed, but he wouldn't admit that considering he wouldn't allow her to relish in his pain.

Of course I knew you'd die

And you chose Stefan, of course

Would you rather I lie

Today giving him further proof of how little he meant to her, and here she was prancing into his room as if she belonged, and though Damon was good at restraint he found it damn near impossible not to appreciate her mile high legs or the fact that she had curled her hair. The straight locks she had worn earlier to trick the Martin Witch now gone and replaced with her chocolate wavy tresses. If that wasn't enough she had also tortured him by wearing black nightgown that molded to her in all the right places. In short she was a walking, sassy talking temptation and any man would have been a fool to turn this temptress down, but Damon wasn't any man. Damon had been the man, who had loved her more than life itself, had been the man who had laid down his own life for her, and in return all she had given him was the cruel reality of the situation, his death had been meaningless.

I deserve a pat on the back….an award of sorts for turning down the succubus herself he amusingly thinks to himself even having the strength to send her a dirty glare before turning his full focus on the Gilbert Journal before him. Truth be told he had read these journals front to back, but he didn't dare cast another glance towards her knowing if he did she might catch something that he hoped she couldn't see.

Read, read, read

The little voice in his head repeated, relief coursing through him as he picked up on the sounds of Katherine fastening her robe tightly around her waist signaling that she would be making an exit from his room soon, leaving him in peace.

Almost out of sight and out of mind Damon was about to flip to the next page to read the passage, but instead was met by air as the journal was ripped from his hold and tossed across the room. A low growl escaping him as he whipped his head around to meet Katherine's annoyed gaze "really" he scoffs, moving off the bed and walking over towards were the journal had landed, bending down and picking it up before turning back around to look at her. "I get you don't accept dejection well" he drawls with a smirk "but how about being a little more gentler with the Gilbert family heirlooms…their ancient" deciding to piss her off more, his smirk growing "like you."

"Pot calling kettle black considering you my darling" advancing forward so that she is now chest to chest with him "become quite the reckless and mad mess when you don't get what you want…and besides" reaching out, fingers curling around the journal, snatching it from him, but this time lightly tossing it on the bed. "I was bored, and you were the only means of entertainment here…your loss, not mine."

Always Stefan

That pesky little reminder always showing up to bite him in the ass, but he refuses to acknowledge his annoyance over it, knowing it will only draw Katherine to egg him on more. "No, no" shaking his head keeping up the charade "I'm the one with the skilled and magical tongue so you my dear" adding in a sugary pet name "are the one missing out" he corrects. Wanting to move this thing along and get her far away as possible "Prince Eats Squirrels isn't here at the moment, but to pass the time I'm sure you can head over to the Grill and find some pathetic and poor bastard to play with."

As if on autopilot Katherine's finger glides along his chest as she draws herself closer to him, leaning in and brushing her lips against his ear "I rather play with you."

Seduction, the usual game that Katherine played, and even though he prepared himself for it he still found his breath catching in his throat as her lips brushed against his ear. For half a second he felt the temptation to close his eyes, but her taunting and teasing comment causing to be on red alert as he swats her hand away "been there, done that, not doing it again…now" clicking his tongue "how about getting lost so I can save the rest of this evening?"

Twice she thinks to herself, twice she had struck out, and though she didn't want to admit it she actually felt disappointment, because once upon a time this man had not just been wrapped around her finger, but had actually been devoted to her. "Actually you and I are going to have a little chat."

"Oh really" he asks with an arched brow as he crosses his arms over his chest "and pray-tell Miss Katherine what little heart to heart chat are we going to have?"

The Miss Katherine comment causing her to fall silent for a moment as she recalls her time with him back in 1864, but quickly pushes those thoughts and memories away "we are going to talk about why you're being such a dick….I get that you aren't thrilled that I threw you in front of a bus with the whole Elijah and dagger thing, but that is no reason to cry over spilt milk….other than that little issue we had fun today, and I got all done up for you" gesturing towards her attire "the least you could have done is taken me to bed Mister Salvatore."

So this was it? Katherine had thought he had been bitter because of the whole Elijah dies and he dies issue and yeah it certainly ticked him off, but his recent feelings towards what he was feeling towards Katherine ran way deeper than that. That's just adding more salt to the already nasty wounds he thinks to himself. "You know" gritting his teeth together as his dangerous blues meet her entrancing orbs "they say if you're blessed with good looks and have a pretty face not to talk because most likely you're all brawns and no brain….but I applaud you for being calculated, manipulative and a downright bitch, but if you think for a second that I'm holding a grudge simply over the dagger deal then you've fooled me because I actually believed you to be smart."

Without another word he pushes past her figuring that if she won't leave his room he'll do it, but once again his patience is tested as she blurs so she is now standing in front of him, blocking him from leaving. "Katherine" he growls no longer in the mood to play this game of cat and mouse with her.

"So we're back to this again I figured the past was in the past considering you tried to kill me, locked me in the tomb and oh I don't know been a Grade A asshole to me…but clearly you still aren't over this little problem."

Jaw clenched at her dismissive cliff notes version of his reasoning for why he was holding such a grudge against her. The temptation to lob her into the nearest wall there, but he withholds it, at least for now. "No I'm not over this little problem" sarcasm dripping from his tone as he releases a threatening growl "I'm not over the fact that I spent one hundred and forty five years….a century of my fucking life" he hisses between clenched teeth "wasting my life trying to find a way to free you from the tomb…worrying day in and day out how you were holding up….if you were okay….if you felt hope slipping away that I wouldn't return to you." With Katherine's mouth opening he knows she is about to speak but he silences her only increasing the volume of his voice "I'm not over the fact that I went through hell for you" pausing for a brief moment allowing a dark time in his life to flood him with memories, memories he wasn't yet ready to divulge. "I'm not over the fact that through the years I had fought with myself to end my own life….to walk away from such misery because of the depression, loneliness and longing for you…. all it would have taken was a stake piercing through my chest or slipping off my daylight ring and walking into the sunset and boom" snapping his fingers together "misery gone, but I didn't Katherine…and you know why" cutting her off before she has the chance to speak "because I wanted to fight for you."

"I wanted to fight for us….each time dark thoughts surfaced I reminded myself that soon it would all be worth it because you'd be home again….in my arms were I thought you had belonged." Even though it's a brief moment he can see an unknown emotion flicker through her gorgeous and entrancing orbs, but he ignores it knowing it's of no meaning to him. "I'm not over the fact that, that day finally came and I was filled with something I hadn't felt in such a long time" his voice cracking "hope….and then low and behold I'm greeted to the fact that you were never even there….that all that time you were free, and not once had you looked for me."

"You know the best part of it though" a dark chuckle escaping him "the fact that even after the lies and betrayal I was willing to start over with you." Vulnerability cracking through his dark and usual facade "I was willing to see past all of it, because all I wanted was you….but it still wasn't enough….I wasn't enough….because it was and will always be Stefan."

The Great and All Mighty Katherine Pierce never had she thought she'd live the day when she'd be stunned to silence, and yet here she stood silent as a lamb as Damon opened the flood gates revealing all that he had harbored inside of him. This wasn't how the night she had planned in her head was suppose to turn out, granted she knew there was the slim chance he'd turn her down, but she knew with enough pestering he'd eventually give in. This wasn't him giving in though, this was him letting it out, something Katherine wasn't ready for, and yet she found she couldn't move from her spot.

I wasn't enough, because it was and will always be Stefan

Venom in his voice, but behind all of it she could hear the heart break which drew her to take a step forward, only resulting in him taking a step back "Damon."

"No" a thunderous growl echoing from deep within the back of his throat "you don't get to do this, you don't get to prance into my room hoping your past boy toy will give you a good fuck, come back here and demand some pillow talk and expect me to be all open and honest with you." Using his added strength he knocks his shoulder roughly against her, pushing her to the side, and just as he's about to exist his room he pauses for a second as his hand rests against his doorway. Steely blues flicking towards her as he meets her questioning gaze. "You're right though Katherine this is a problem, a problem I wish I could have avoided years ago when I was unfortunate to meet you….ever since then you've brought me nothing but disappointment, pain, heart break, anger, and a stack load of enemies who put me on their hit list….meeting you, loving you, wanting to join the eternal after life for you….biggest mistake of my life….but if I had to choose the top reason for biggest regret it would be dying for you, because you aren't worth dying for."

A gasp that she couldn't stop even if she wanted to sounding in the room at his sudden admission and for that small second her eyes drop to the floor because she can't meet his gaze. The next second when she wills herself to look up she's met by his backside as he walks away, and this time she doesn't chase after.

Fuck

Fuck

Fuck

That pretty much seemed to be Damon's only thought as he bounded down the stair case allowing his feet to carry him straight into the parlor room. It was bad enough he was wearing his heart on his sleeve for Elena, but pouring out his dead heart to the woman who had fucked him up in the first place she'll never let me live this down he miserably thinks.

Crossing into the parlor his feet lead him straight towards their personal and well stocked mini bar. Grabbing a tumbler and the crystal decanter he pours himself a generous amount of bourbon, filling it to the rim. Fingers coiling around the glass, lifting it to his lips, tipping his head back and taking a deep and much needed swig.

Moving over towards the couch he takes a seat in his favorite reading chair. Gaze shifting over towards the glowing embers as they dance in the fire pit, dropping his head back as his eyes fall shut needing a moment to collect himself.

The moment of peace ripped from him as his eyes open the second he feels his glass taken from him. Muttering under his breath knowing exactly who it is, mouth twitching as he watches Katherine take a sip before setting it down on the coffee table. "We aren't doing this again" he finally says, forgetting about his drink all together as he rises from his spot if the problem won't go away remove yourself from it not saying another word deciding he'd go to the Grill, drink and maybe get a bite to eat considering he was craving distraction.

Though Damon had made his move to escape it was a failed attempt as he now found himself pinned against the nearest wall, flinching slightly at the pain that shot through his back at her handling him so roughly. Shit struggling against her only making her grip on him increase, knowing he was fighting a losing battle seeing as she had many years over him, making her the stronger one in this unfortunate scenario.

"I want to talk"

Katherine's tone firm, and far from a request but more so a demand as he watches her leaning in closer to him, bringing them now chest to chest as she presses her lips to his ear.

"And you know I always get what I want."