A/N: hey guys I know that I am in the middle of another story right now, and no worries, "Here" is still on. Its not on hold. But the idea for this hit me in the middle of class today so I had to write it. Hope you like it!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, other than Damon and that is only in my dreams! Outside of my dreams they all belong to L.J. Smith. =(
Anyone who knows me knows of Katherine; knows of my love for her. It's the only emotion that I have never felt the need to hide. Something about that love never revealed weakness like any other emotions. That love was strong and beautiful and passionate. I never wanted to hide it. I wanted to show it off to the world. To show them that I had what no one else had. She was mine. Nobody else could have her. Just me… and Stefan.
Stefan loved her too (and I do say loved. As in past tense). He says he doesn't anymore; that he is over her because she compelled him into loving her. He says it wasn't real. This has caused so many fights between the two of us: were our feelings for her real? I know mine were. Stefan swears that I am still in denial, but he doesn't know the truth. He doesn't know how real the love that Katherine and I shared was.
I was so sure of myself, so confident, even as a human. Now of course, my many charms are multiplied to their full extent. My father was a vampire hunter. Something that I had no belief in. Vampires weren't real. They were only characters in the ghost stories that I used to scare Stefan with when he was younger. So one evening, after one of our famous fights, Father made me angry and I decided to prove him wrong. Vampires weren't real. Going out into the woods at night would not result in stumbling across one of the legendary Creatures of the Damned.
And of course, that is exactly what happened. I had went out farther than I had planned to, and I was on my way back home, when I felt him. I couldn't see. He never made a sound, but I could feel him watching me, and I knew what he was. Even though I knew it was coming, he still managed to take me by surprise. His jaws clenched around my neck and in that instant I knew I was going to die.
The pain, well that isn't the part of this story that I wanted to relive so I'm not going to go into detail. But there was pain. A lot of pain. I was surprised when he dropped me back to the forest floor. Why wouldn't he just finish me? Then I realized that he wasn't killing me for food. I was just a play thing. And watching my suffering as the last breaths of life were pulled from my lungs would be the best game of all. So he left. I still could not see, it was pitch black and I couldn't move. I knew there was no point in screaming for help, but I was stubborn; so I tried anyway. And every time I would scream, I could hear him laughing. Enjoying my suffering. The pain was becoming worse. He was laughing constantly now. This was the best part for him. Until his laughter was suddenly cut off. I heard something moving in the brush near me. Even though I knew that I was gong to die, the thought of him torturing me more was almost too much to bear. I attempted to gather enough air for one last scream when she stepped through the trees.