Second Hand

Summary: Post 3x22. Bonnie realizes that she's lost control over what's happened in Mystic Falls and after making a quick decision, she calls for help. Help ends up being "Evelina Austen", a familiar face coming back to Mystic Falls. Why does she look so much like a doppelgänger and why did she answer the spell? And why, oh why, does she consort with the bad guys? Damon/OC slight Klaus/OC

"Tell me where she is!" Damon commanded, his voice as strong as it could be considering how weak he now felt. This was all a terrible idea, Evie had only ever wanted Katherine to help her, but now it had gone too far. Evie was gone and Katherine was the last to have seen her. Not him, Katherine. What terrible things could the bitch have done in the time before she disappeared? What would she need in trade to tell him where Evie had gone?

It may have been Evie's terrible idea to use Katherine's information, but he couldn't stop his mind from replaying how it was he who let her come here alone with the woman who had single handedly ruined his life. The same woman who had already taken advantage of Evie, herself, so many times before - everyone had grown too complacent to this. He had grown to complacent to this. He should have trusted his instincts and not trusted Katherine, like he had sworn to himself he never would again.

"What will you do, Damon?" Katherine smiled around his hand on her throat, her dark eyes humorous. "You'll…lock me in a tomb again?"

"There are worse things I could do and you know it. I could feed you to Klaus." For a start. That would not be the only thing he would do to Katherine were one single hair out of place when Evie was found. But her eyes didn't show any fear towards his threat. In fact they seemed to sparkle at the idea.

"Oh, I get it...you don't know yet."

"I don't know what?" He hissed, annoyed that all he could do was ask questions without getting any answers from her. This was not how it was supposed to work. She was supposed to be at his mercy. Only Katherine could stay so vividly in control at the time when Damon was his strongest.

"I'm not allowed to tell you…" she nearly sang, waltzing away from him and moving away to look around her room with a melodramatic sigh. "Did you know I found a diary in here yesterday? Little Evelina came and took it from me, though. Sad, it had some very interesting things to say about you, Damon..."

His attention did not sway like she had wanted it to. "I don't care what you read in whoever's diary, Katherine. Are you not allowed to tell me or do you just not want to?"

"Believe it or not, I have been under oath not to say a word about it to you," she smiled at his bemused expression. "'Especially not Damon', she had said. But, I guess since it's too late for her…"

"Too late for who?" Her sparkling eyes told him the answer, rooting him to the ground in worry. Katherine stalked towards him again, just to taunt him; just to mock him that currently, he was not seeing the person he did want to see, that her eyes weren't Evie's eyes.

"You just couldn't save anyone, could you, Damon? Not Elena, not me, not little Evie…"

"What do you mean it's too late for her?" He was trying to keep his cool, but he knew he was coming up short. He hated how in control she could be at times like this, but Katherine wasn't giving him the answers he needed to go hunt for her. Evie wasn't here anymore - that he could smell.

"You know exactly what I mean. And deep down in that withered, black heart of yours, you know I'm telling the truth. Oh Damon, Damon, Damon - haven't you realized what's happened?" She nearly laughed at the look in his eyes. "She did tell you she would 'fix it', didn't she?"

His blood cooled in his veins. Yes, she had. She had assured him just the night before, and every night before that. But that was just her way, it was what she always said to him, what she said to everyone. It was just to comfort him when he got riled up, when he felt like the walls were falling in on him - like the walls were falling now.

"What does that mean?"

"That she's gone to fix it." She rolled her eyes when he didn't seem to understand. "She's gone to Klaus, Damon." The cold blood froze his heart as he looked at her with angry eyes.

"You're lying, Katherine. I know you can do better than that-"

"I'm not lying," she scoffed. "Soon, I'm going to walk right out of this house and no one will be able to stop me." She smiled, a large, vicious smile. "Little Evie's known this day would come since it was assigned to her."

"What are you talking about?"

"You haven't realized, Damon? Really?" The condescension all but oozed from her. She said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, but he really didn't understand. He didn't need the riddles or the taunts, he needed the answers to find out where Evie was. "You weren't confused as to why she came here? Why it wasn't anyone else who was brought to deal with the problem? Why everyone reached out and she answered? Evie did. She realized what she had to do and she's been preparing herself so that she'd be ready when the time came."

"The time came for what?"

She smiled a dangerous, fanged smile. "Petrova blood must be sacrificed, Damon."