Hiya!

French was my muse this week. We just learned the l'imparfait (a past tense) in class, and I was so excited because now I can tell simple stories in French. That is the entire reason behind this piece.

It takes place after 2x02, and for this chapter you could probably say after 2x03 as well, but I'm not entirely certain if that will hold true for the next chapter. It's set sometime in the future, not taking into account what's been advertised for next week. (See how cleverly I avoided spoilers? :P) Anyway, I expect this to end after two chapters, provided, of course, that I actually do get the second chapter written.

But enough babbling. The French translations are at the bottom, because I didn't want to detract from the story by having them right in the text. I hope that works for everybody. I apologize if any of my French is incorrect, and if you see something that is, please point it out to me, I'd be glad to know and fix it.

Please, oh please, read and review!

Happy (hopefully) reading! :)

It didn't take long to guess she was in Paris.

Damon tracked her down from Mystic Falls, knowing that it was exactly what she wanted him to do. Of course, to say he tracked her was contributing himself with doing more work than he'd actually done. A quick walk down memory lane was all it had taken.

"Bonjour, Damon." Katherine was reclining on a chaise, one leg stretched out down its length, the other cast over the side. With one arm on either side of her, respectively draped on the arm and the back of the chaise as she lounged in its corner, she managed to look precisely like a sultry virgin. "Est-ce que tu te souviens quand nous avons parlé de rester ici? Je t'enseignais français."

Ignoring her, and fighting not to break down and kiss her again and again until all her clothes were off and they were too wound together to be separate beings, he said, "Je t'adorais."

Katherine threw back her head and laughed, chocolate curls falling tauntingly around her frame. He still remembered night after night his fingers in her hair…

"Et maintenant? Est-ce que tu m'adores maintenant ?" she asked when she recovered. He stalked toward her as she stood up, the embodiment of grace and the pinnacle of his sexual pleasure. He stood face to face with her.

"Je te déteste."

She laughed again, the smirk he must have learned from her etched into her features from the crown of her head through her hips to her toes. Her black skintight jeans sent his mind reeling with memories of decades past and he realized she knew very well what she was doing. "C'est dommage," she replied lazily.

Damon glared at her, determined to be who he wanted, and not who she wanted. "Enough with the might-have-beens, Katherine. Besides, Stefan's French is better than mine."

Another laugh, one he had been intoxicated with one hundred and forty-five years ago, as she backed away from him, framing herself with the window behind her. "Non, tu étais toujours le meilleur étudiant. With everything I taught you, except when it came to how to be a vampire."

"You're confused, mommy dearest," he sneered, adapting his body language to the expression. He kept his distance, unsure if he could move without wobbling, and wishing for a drink. "Stefan's the one who's gobbling up our forest friends."

"Stefan moved on," she sneered back, unbuttoning and re-buttoning her vest, revealing and concealing the same lacy black bra she'd worn the last time she'd seen him. "You harbored your ridiculous human love for me for a century and a half. And all the time you had a handy off button for that." Finally leaving the button unbuttoned, she picked up a glass of blood from the table behind the chaise and drank from it with deliberate slowness. It matched Elena's blood type, a fact that was no secret to Damon. He swallowed the bloodlust.

"You love Stefan for his lack of loyalty?" Had he thought she couldn't surprise him? He'd been wrong.

She finished her glass, rolling her head back as she allowed the bloodlust to overwhelm her. "Mmm." She licked her lips languorously before looking at him again. "It makes him like me, Damon."

She sauntered toward him, using the walk she'd used in 1864 to make him forget that he wasn't supposed to bed women. Of course, he hadn't particularly cared for that rule. She reached him, coming within inches of the body that still knew how to fit her shape, and then she began to circle him.

"Poor forgotten Damon. The brother no one can love. Not your father, not your mother, (Didn't she die to save Stefan?), not me, and not Elena. Unloved for eternity—what a lonely existence. Sweet Damon, only good for a fu—"

Vampire-quick, he grabbed her throat, shoving his fangs back up as he did. The veins in his face tried to appear, but he had no use for them so he pushed them away. He growled.

Smiling her trademark smile, she asked, "No more kisses?"

Enraged, he threw to her to the ground, the trill of her laugh echoing in his ears. She landed on her feet, poised to seduce or kill. He knew there wasn't much difference with her.

She started her taunting again. He spun slowly in place to follow her movements, entirely unsure of what he was going to do. What he could do. "Little, weak Damon, not half so bad as he pretends to be. Can't even kill his bitchy vampire ex after she's tormented him for most of his considerably long lifetime. You're as pathetic as my ridiculously stupid doppelganger."

His fangs slid down with a schnick and his eyes blazed red. He crouched, taking a predatory position he'd not had use for often.

"Willing to murder me for another case of unrequited love?" she deduced whimsically, utterly confident and utterly cruel. "How noble." She was at him faster than he knew she could move, and digging her fingernails deep into his gut, standing hips to hips with him. She grabbed his ebony hair to yank his head back to feed and sunk into the flesh of his neck. She pulled his blood with more efficiency and speed than he'd had time to master and came up with reddened face. With an effortless toss, she was rid of him, and she bent over him. "Have a taste," she insisted, eyes gleaming and lips hovering over his.

Damon slid the stake down his sleeve and into her heart. Her eyes were wide.

"Salope," he replied.

French translations:

Title: Quand en France = When in France

Bonjour, Damon = Hello, Damon.

Est-ce que tu te souviens quand nous avons parlé de rester ici? Je t'enseignais français = Do you remember when we talked about staying here ? I taught you French

Je t'adorais = I loved you

Et maintenant ? Est-ce que tu m'adores maintenant ? = And now ? Do you love me now ?

Je te déteste = I hate you

C'est dommage = That's too bad that's pitiable.

Non, tu étais toujours le meilleur étudiant = No, you were always the better student.

Salope = Bitch

Thanks for reading ! :)