Kiss Me, Kill Me
Chapter 1
By: iCayleigh
Summary: Damon reveals to Elena that people can resist compulsion with practice, leading to a number of sessions between the two where Elena is voluntarily compelled by Damon, and tries to fight it. D/E
A/N: This idea came to me a while back, before any of the season 2 spoilers even started showing up. So, this is my take on Season 2, while trying to stay as accurate as I can. Reviews are greatly appreciated!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Vampire Diaries characters. I am just borrowing them. :)
Elena held her cell phone up to her ear as she stared, transfixed into Katherine's dark eyes, like looking through a mirror into her own. "Hello Elena." Came Damon's smooth voice from the other end of the phone. It sounded as if he were taking a drink of his favorite scotch before he said, "Is this one of those teenage call and hang up games? Does your skittish calling happen to be about earlier?" Smug, he cut right to the chase.
"Yes." A wicked smirk danced across Elena's features, mirroring that of her doppelgangers.
Elena heard a satisfied click from the lock as she pressed her body against the door. "I love you, Stefan." She sighed into her phone right before she disconnected the call and stepped through her front doors threshold. It had been such a long day and a missing dress was the least of her worries. Her number one concern, for the moment at least, being her brother.
She closed the door quietly and took a step towards the stairs. Placing her hands on the railing, Elena called out, "Jeremy-are you up?" Her voice was met with silence, and she shrugged tired shoulders assuming everyone was asleep. With one foot on the staircase she had been about to go up and check on him when a sudden crash came from the kitchen. That noise alone was odd, and Elena's brow furrowed in confusion as she moved away from the stairs to investigate. Though Jeremy was known to stay up most nights, he usually kept to his room, and Aunt Jenna was not known to cook at such a late hour.
As she walked down the hall, a foreboding feeling washed over her. If dating a vampire had taught her anything, it was that she should always trust her gut instincts. She gripped her phone at the ready, just in case she would have to speed-dial said vampire boyfriend, or his brother at the very least.
She swallowed and felt her heart beating in her chest. Come on now! She inwardly scolded herself. This was her own home, what did she have to be afraid of? After all, the bad vampires were all gone. John, her father, and most of the council members had seen to that just a few hours before. She squared her shoulders and stepped into the kitchen. She froze.
Unprepared for the sight before her a scream built up within her very core as she stared, wide eyed at John's bleeding form sprawled upon the floor. Dark crimson blood was everywhere and slowly pooling toward her feet, the very smell making Elena sick to her stomach. A trail of blood led from the cupboards to where his seemingly lifeless body lied, next to him was an upturned pan. What was most gruesome were the four bloody fingers laying silently upon the counter top. Suddenly his eyes squinted open painfully.
He was still alive! Elena pressed her phone to her ear, prepared to call for help. Before she could take a rushing step toward him, she watched fear flash across John's face as he stretched out a weak, uninjured hand to point at something behind her. Elena felt that scream still lodged in the back of her throat.
"Ah, ah, ah." Came a taunting, yet very familiar voice mere inches from her ear. "I wouldn't scream if I were you."
The whole room seemed to go silent then, the only sound being that of Elena's racing heart beat. Her cell phone slipped from her hand and clobbered to the tiled floor. Hair flying, she turned around to face who she knew was surely behind her. "Katherine!" Being this close to the woman that stole the hearts of both the Salvatore brothers was a shock all on its own. They were identical except for their clothes. Katherine's being something Elena would have worn on any normal day.
The vampire before her took a steady step forward as she tilted her head to the side like a curious cat, Elena mimicking her movement by taking a step back. Katherine then smiled knowingly, a wicked gleam in her eye as she said, "Isobel wasn't kidding." Elena glared, unflinching as the other girl reached up and caressed her cheek. Katherine smirked as she tilted Elena's chin as if examining a prized animal. "No wonder you have my boys wrapped around your little finger." She cooed with a pout, twirling Elena's hair with her fingers.
Elena was unsure of what to do as her eyes bounced about the room, searching for something, anything to save herself and her dying biological father behind her. She couldn't scream to wake up Jeremy or Aunt Jenna. All hell would break loose if she did, even though it clearly already had. Her eyes landed on the phone that lied halfway between Katherine and the hallway.
If she could just get to her phone. "Your boys?" Elena hissed defiantly. "You gave up ownership the moment you left them." Like she hoped, that struck a cord in her doppelganger. Katherine's eyes flashed with anger, a hint of red lurking at the edges of their depths. Elena saw the slap coming before it made sharp contact with her cheek, but did next to nothing to stop it.
Elena's head swung sideways from the impact, hair flying and shielding her face from Katherine's view. Suddenly a young, girlish laughter bubbled forth from the vampire's lips. The sickeningly sweet sound was much worse then that of Elena's hot, throbbing cheek. "Oh…" Another giggle. "You're bleeding."
How she knew that, Elena was unsure, seeing as the smell of John's blood was thick in the air around them. Elena touched the corner of her mouth with her fingers before glancing down at them. Yes, she was bleeding, if the smeared redness on her fingertips was any indication. Elena licked her lip, the metallic taste of her own blood fresh on her tongue. This action brought her new found strength. Katherine's moment of crazed happiness gave Elena just enough time to catch her off guard. Using the vampire's giddiness against her, she leapt forward.
Exactly as Elena predicted, Katherine was caught off guard. Taking a halting step backward, she reached out to grab her. Missing Elena by mere inches, instead her fingers caught hold of the necklace around her neck, the clasp breaking and dangling in her hand, pendant face-up in her palm. Any closer and it would have been Elena's delicate throat in those dainty, but very dangerous hands.
"What are you doing with…" Katherine dangled the necklace in front of her own face, a far off look in her eyes, allowing Elena that extra second she needed to dive for her phone.
One hand quickly going to her throat, Elena felt naked, vulnerable and unprotected without her necklace laced about her neck. This was bad, very, very bad! Snatching up her phone she quickly speed-dialed the first number that came to her mind.
"…my necklace?" Slightly bewildered before it all clicked together, Katherine let out an angry growl as a frightened Elena stared, her phone ringing loudly between them.
"Oh no…" Katherine ripped the phone from her human counterparts grasp, declaring, "We're not calling anyone just yet." as she disconnected the call.
"But Uncle John!" Elena was not yet use to calling him her father, especially in this situation. She side-stepped Katherine and rushed toward the body on the floor. Her own body becoming a shield, as if she could somehow protect him from Katherine's ruthlessness.
"…Is dead." With a little eye roll, Katherine latched onto Elena's wrist pulling her backward and flush against her own body. Struggling, Elena tried to pull herself away, and to no avail with one of Katherine's hands holding her wrist in a vice grip, and the other painfully around her middle. Tear's began to well up in her eyes at the bitter realization as she stared down at her former Uncle, turned biological father's lifeless body. She truly hated the man, but had never wished such a harsh death upon him.
Elena felt Katherine shrug her shoulders. "Don't act so surprised, he died about the moment he warned you I was here." She whispered cutely in Elena's ear. "Now…" She spun Elena around and with just one shove, her back hit the island.
"I'm going to ask you this again, 'What-'" Katherine held the chain between her fingers, dangling the pendant in front of Elena's eyes as if to hypnotize her. A forced grin formed on Katherine's lips. "Are you doing," The necklace swung back and forth like a pendulum. "With my necklace?'"
What was she talking about? A look of confusion flashed in Elena's eyes as she said, "Stefan gave it to me." Elena's chin rose, her voice becoming stronger. "It belongs to me."
"No." Katherine shook her head. "It doesn't. It should belong to me." She said as if correcting a child. "You are merely borrowing it. It protected you for a time. I can smell the vervain, as strongly as I can smell your growing fear without this handy little necklace around your neck. Oh, it's delicious." Katherine swung her head, nostrils flaring as she smelled the air.
"Stefan was going to give it to me, you know!" Katherine smiled, fondly remembering her past as if it weren't Elena she was talking to, but just another girl. "It belonged to his grandmother…" She then launched herself into a little story.
"You're crazy!" Elena suddenly kicked out, hitting Katherine in the shin before she pushed forward, bloody knife in her hand.
At some point during Katherine's rambling, Elena had managed to grab the weapon used to kill John off the island table. "I know this wont kill you, but I know enough about vampires to know this is going to hurt!" Elena hissed, swinging the knife and slashing at Katherine's arm.
"Bitch!" Katherine growled, taking a step back as she stared down at her arm, which was quickly beginning to heal. "You ripped my favorite shirt!" Elena held the knife poised to attack again. "Stop." Katherine said, staring into Elena's eyes. Her own eyes widened, pulsating as Elena stared back, transfixed. She let down the knife, holding it loosely in her grasp.
"That's more like it." Katherine grinned like a mad woman, the next phase of her plot already calculating it's self in her minds eye. The silence surrounding them was suddenly broken as Elena's phone began to ring. Katherine glanced down at her hand, where the iPhone lied in her palm. "It's for you." She handed it back to a compelled Elena.
"You kissed Damon on the porch when you got home." Elena's head bobbed in agreement. "You loved it." Katherine continued. "You love Damon Salvatore."
Elena smiled as she said, "I love Damon!" with cheerful, love sick happiness in her voice.
"Now answer your phone." Katherine commanded, crossing her arms across her chest.
AN: So, did you like it? I love feedback and constructive criticism. Also, I'd like to know if anyone considers Katherine OOC. I based her personality off crazy, girlie book Katherine, just so everyone knows. Review, pretty please? I should have chapter 2 up soon. We will get to see how the other characters are fairing! :)
