"We should have a picnic," Katherine said, "The blonde playing frisbee looks tasty."

Damon glared. "Katherine," he chided, "that's not what we're here for." They were standing in the only park in the tiny town of Mystic Falls. On a warm June afternoon like this one, plenty of people were roaming and relaxing while watching vampires salivated over their warm blood.

"Remember when you used to take me on picnics here? You'd pack a whole basket just for us."

"You can't be here."

"But you brought me here."

"Because I know you're not reckless enough to attack in broad daylight in front of this many humans, but you know that's not what I was referring to." Also, Alaric was sitting incognito on a nearby bench, ready to go after Katherine with a syringe full of vervain if she didn't comply.

"I was here before you, Damon. I remember when picnicking first became popular, shortly after the French Revolution."

"I didn't come here for a damn picnic, Katherine."

"Well, I'd prefer if you did."

"You're avoiding the subject."

"Goodness, what could have possibly given you that idea, Damon?" Katherine batted her eyelashes.

"Cute," Damon replied. "Listen up, Katherine, you're getting out of town. Now."

"I'm not quite done yet."

"Done with what?"

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough."

"You know, believe it or not, I'm not a fan of your surprises, what with your tendency to include death with them so often."

Katherine chuckled. "You haven't lost your snark."

"No, but my patience is another story."

"I thought you'd be happy to see me. I heard you've been looking for me."

"You weren't in the tomb."

"No, I got the hell out of there." Katherine smirked in remembrance, as if pleased with how clever she was to leave.

"And you never found me. You never told me. You never bothered to think of me," Damon spat.

"Always the temperamental one. Stefan, he could always get hurt. He's sensitive. But he'd brood, I'd apologize, and we'd move on. You, on the other hand, you take too much work. Once you're angry, you're angry."

"As much fun as it is to analyze the differences between me and my brother, I'm gonna cut to the chase: Why the hell did you come back?"

"Business."

"Is cutting off John Gilbert's fingers the only business you have here?"

Katherine grinned at the memory. "Not quite."

"What is it?"

"Damon, it's important for a woman to have an air of mystery."

"And it's important for me to know if anyone I know is in danger."

"Is it because she looks like me? She talks like me, walks like me, smells like me?"

"No. It's because she's good. She's pure good. You are full of darkness and deceit and rage, and she is light and truth and innocence. And that, that right there, is what makes her nothing like the vile piece of filth that you are," Damn snarled.

"Like I said, always the temperamental one." Katherine began to walk away.

Damon grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him. "We aren't done."

"Oh, yes we are. Look at that lovely rent a cop making his way towards us." Katherine was right. Damon was beginning to make a scene.

"This game of cat and mouse is old, Katherine."

"And yet the fun never stops. The blonde's friend left her all alone. I think I'll go have a picnic in the woods. Oh, Damon, be a dear and tell Alaric Saltzman not to bother me on my way out. I'm just not in the mood to kill a rogue vampire hunter with a syringe of vervain." Katherine sauntered off into the woods while compelling the blonde to follow.

Alaric came up alongside Damon. "What did she tell you?"

"Not enough."

"Do we at least know who is safe?"

Damon answered grimly, "No one."

A/N: Reviews are always appreciated!