Could she care?
Summary: She said she never loved him, but saving him from death, means she feels something. Right?
I watched as she just strode in with a small vial in hand. "Shouldn't he be thanking me; I mean I am the one with the cure" she remarked sarcastically. How the hell did she get in the house?
Elena backed away awkwardly as Katherine came to sit on the bed next to me. She popped off the corkscrew and bought the vial to my lips. It was someone's blood, I could tell.
"How did you get out" I questioned weakly. "He made me take this to you" she said motioning towards the small bottle.
"I owe you one" she answered my unsaid questioned. Reading me like her favorite book. Why would she do this? She just saved me from death, she must care of at least a slither of an ounce.
"It's ok to love them both, I did" I came back from my mental rant, hearing her utter those simple words. She stared at Elena shortly, and looked at me meaningfully, before she sped off.
I lifted myself up and stared up at Elena
What the hell do we do now?
Short one-shot from the finale. I do not ship Datherine sadly. Hardcore Delena. But I just had to write this so I hope you enjoyed. Review I guess