SO the dynamic between Katherine and Damon intrigues me, and with a lot of growing on both ends, they could do some wonderful things :) that is why i am writing this. I hope you guys enjoy it! do review and let me know what you think :) - FlamingRose
"I've heard about you, the crazy impulsive vampire," said Klaus. I know eavesdropping will get me in trouble, but I don't give a shit. It could provide valuable information.
"It was all me. Go ahead and kill me." I heard Damon say. I peek out from my hiding spot and catch a glimpse of his face. Resolute and determined, he seems unstoppable, like he could take on the world. This is what love did to him. Well, sort of. He loves Elena, that is what he says, and maybe if I hadn't been so preoccupied with looking out for myself I could be as strong as him; tempting and mocking death, but never coming too close to it. I Realize I've been missing an ally, and I mentally kick myself for it.
I don't know what happens next. I hide instead. All I know is Klaus is up to his malicious games, and Damon is on the floor when I come out of hiding. Klaus is bent over his unconscious form inspecting his new found goods. I come out timidly and slowly. He sighs with a bored drawl. He doesn't like what he sees.
"Damaged goods," I hear him mutter as he looks at Damon's arm with disgust. I bend down to see some sort of deformity. I haven't seen a wound last like that before, all deformed and moving as if it were alive, corroding through skin as hard as stone.
"He's as good as dead," he says, dropping the limp arm on the floor, "It seems I'm in the need of a vampire. Come Katerina," he croons lecherously to me, "it's time to call dear Aunt Jenna." I hesitate and look down at the unconscious form beside me. I have to help him.
"Come on, you'll have plenty of time to look at a rotting vampire later. Right now I need you to make that phone call." I can't refuse. If I refuse I am as good as dead, and what use am I to Damon if I am dead? Plus, I don't want to die. I had been escaping such a thing for hundreds of years. There was no stopping now. I picked up the phone and dialed.
I'm still not sure what I said. All I know is Klaus liked it and was satisfied. That was good enough for me.
"Remember not to lee-eave!" he taunts as he walks out the door. I hear a cross between a growl and a deep sensual laugh as he closes the door. I wait till I hear him leave through the front door before I run to Damon's side. I kneel down to look deeply into his hard, cold face. He doesn't seem to be responsive on his own. I try shaking him to see if he'll wake up. Nothing. He doesn't look good. He's not strong enough. He needs blood. I scrounge the refrigerator. Somehow I find a bag I hadn't discovered when I looked the last time. I stand there, the bag in my hand contemplating whether or not to drink it. I am really hungry….but Damon's not waking up. He needs it more than I do, and right now, he's the only one who can help me. I rush back to him putting the blood bag to his lips. I guide the blood into his mouth.
Please wake up, please wake up Damon. Damon! Please! Wake up! Damon! Hey!
"Damon, wake up!" I slap him on the face. Maybe that will get him conscious.
I hadn't noticed I had been saying my thoughts out loud until I heard a groan and he stirred beneath my hand.
"What happened?" he groaned.
"Klaus is gone. He went to go perform the ritual. I'm sorry, but I had to do what he said. He would have known I was on vervain if I didn't do it," I blurted out. Well if that wasn't self- incriminating then I don't know what is.
"Made you do what?" he muttered as he got up slowly from the floor.
"Klaus!" I whispered violently, "he needed me to call her and to lure her out. He needed another vampire!" His eyes cleared up. He seemed to be getting the gist of what I was saying, and he didn't look happy.
"Who did you call?" he asked. I suddenly lost my nerve. He was angry. So? You've seen Damon angry before! It never affected you then. But this time it's different. Before he loved me. Now it doesn't matter whether I live or die. He grabbed her arm and shook her out of her thoughts.
"Who did you call Katherine?" he asked more forcefully.
"Jenna," I whispered as I looked down at the floor. His eyes stopped searching my face and focused in on the floor. His hand dropped.
"No, dammit no!" he said in frustration, "He was supposed to use me…Why didn't he use me?" He rushed to stand up leaving me crouched in place.
"He couldn't!" I say as I stand up to face him, "he said you were as good as dead."
"What does that even mean?" he said loudly as if it were head game.
"What does it mean?" I repeat. The wheels stared turning in my head. The wound, the ritual, something about it kept Klaus from using him. If the mystery wound could be ciphered we could solve this.
"What is this Damon?" I say to him bringing up his arm demanding for an explanation as to why on earth this wound wouldn't heal. His eyes met the wound and recognition crossed his face. It looked like the expression one wears whenever they know they are staring death straight in the face.
"Werewolf bite," he muttered. My eyes snap up to his face. It was worse than I could have imagined. Werewolf bite? But that couldn't be. I search his face to find some hint that he was joking, he was lying, something to tell me what was on his arm was harmless, but when his penetrating eyes met mine, there was no such trace. This was harsh, cruel reality, and it bites. Literally.