Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Vampire Diaries. All of it is LJ Smith's work. If it were mine you wouldn't be reading it for free.
Thanks to all my reviewers for reading my 'Happy Thanksgiving'. A special thanks goes out to Virginia Riddle-Malfoy for giving me the idea of doing the same scene from Happy Thanksgiving from the 'kitten's' point of view. Mua-haha…I owe you…thanks a lot! It was an awesome idea, and I just couldn't wait to get started. :) Thanks!
Margaret scooped Katherine into her arms, preparing to take her downstairs. The 'kitten' allowed the mistreatment of the small child's ungentle hands for the only purpose of continuing her masquerade in the sunlight. The little girl's arms tightened around Katherine's belly as she bounced down the steps, eager to show off her new prize. Katherine had to grind her teeth together to keep from biting into the child's throat, which her face was buried into.
Margaret announced her presence to a young mortal boy of about seventeen or eighteen. Matt, if Katherine's ears served correct. It was hard to understand what the humans were saying when not in the form of the young lady Katherine had been for centuries already.
When Katherine's look-a-like unceremoniously snatched Katherine up out of Margaret's hands, the little kitten felt her stomach do a little flip-flop at being pulled so high into the air. When she was tossed at a man in black with straight black hair and ebony eyes, there was no way for her to control her actions. Time seemed to stop as she saw the pale face.
My beautiful boy, Katherine thought as she flew through the air, momentarily suspended in air. Memories rushed back to her. The taste of his blood, the arrogance in his eyes that had yet to fade away even in five hundred years. The scorn he always held in those gorgeous black eyes when looking upon his younger brother, Stefan. She remembered the taste of Stefan, as well. He was just as lovely, if not a bit more naïve. Part of her wanted to change into herself at that very moment just to take him into her arms and taste of him yet again. But no. There would be time for that later. She would have him swooning in her arms, cradling him like the young child he still looked exactly like, but not today. No, not today.
She hissed, unwilling to be unmasked, and swiped at the vampire, whose eyes, she could barely see, widened with astonishment at Elena's boldness and at the little cat's reaction to him. She practically ricocheted off the walls and dashed out of the room, still spitting and hissing.
Later, she would return to the little girl. But not right now. Not when Damon was in the same house as she. She didn't stop running until she was out Elena's open bedroom window and down the tree, across the street and into the bushes. There, she stopped, panting for breath.
Damon. Damon was here. It was the first time she'd actually seen him. She'd already seen his brother, tasted him, and hidden him from his beloved Elena. She liked watching them hunt for him, like watching a game of hide and seek from the shadows, not playing but enjoying the way the game was turning out. She would have her revenge on both of the Salvatore brothers for forgetting her. How could they forget her? She loved them. She'd brought them here so they would see Elena and remember her and be sorry…how could they forget? How could they? Well, I'll show them for forgetting me. I'll show them by killing her, and then I'll get my revenge by killing them both! That will show them that I don't need them, either. She couldn't believe she'd just found Damon inside that house with her, sitting there like he belonged.
He would never belong. She would make sure of it. If she couldn't have them, no one could.