A/N: I'm writing this story w/ my fanfiction-less friend Claire. I wrote this chapter, and there will be another A/N when she writes one! Enjoy!
Damen Auguste was exhausted. He had gone to school and then spent the rest of the day teaching Ever some more about her new powers. He had just dropped her off and was driving home in his black Ferrari. The same routines felt so boring lately. Not Ever, no, never her. It was just-he wanted to do something crazy, something that he couldn't do while regular people were watching.
The guard let him into the gated community, and Damen sped down the same streets with the same houses. He sighed. A change of scenery might be nice. Maybe he'd manifest a couple of airline tickets to Hawai'i and take Ever. That would be nice. He smiled.
By then he had reached his house. He got out of the car, locked it, and went inside. More familiarity. Maybe he should change the furniture.
He needed some Immortal juice. Hopefully that would help him rejuvenate. He was just so tired. But when he opened his refrigerator, there wasn't any left. Weird. He could've sworn there was a ton left when he had left this morning. Then he checked the pantry. Nothing. Crap, he thought. What am I gonna do now?
Then he noticed a drop of red on the floor. Damen bent down to look at it, and he immediately recognized it as blood. But he didn't drink blood.
Someone was here. Instantly, Damen's body went on alert. His muscles tightened, and he felt something like adrenaline course through his body. Someone was here.
He searched the entire house room by room. He left the room with all his personal belongings for last. As soon as he neared it, he knew the person was in there. Of course, that would be the easiest way for the person to intimidate him. Damen assumed that this person knew how to tick him off. No one messed with this room. No one.
He opened the door slowly, trying to be quiet. He didn't see anyone in the room, though. Maybe they had already left, he thought. But his instincts told him differently.
"Hello, Damen," a female voice said out of the shadows. "Remember me?" Then all of a sudden he was on the floor with a girl on top of him. But she wasn't an ordinary girl. Veins were popping up underneath her blood-red eyes, and fangs protruded from her mouth. She was inches away from his neck.
"What the hell?" cried Damen. "Who are you?"
Instantly, the creature's features faded into what looked like a normal human girl. She didn't release her grasp on him, though.
"You don't remember?" she mocked.
"Honestly, no. Would you please let me go?" Damen asked. Who was this girl?
She freed him, and Damen stood up while rubbing his neck. Ouch.
"I'm Katherine Pierce," she said with all sweetness in her voice. "You knew me back in…oh, let's see…the 17th century?"
Damen thought back. The 1600s. What happened then? Puritan Ever, he contemplated. But then Drina had…well, he didn't want to think about that. What else had happened in the 17th century?
"Not an inkling?" she teased again. "Well, let me refresh your memory, Damen Auguste." She smirked. And then she was on top of him again, but this time, she was kissing him everywhere. She pulled off his shirt, and then his pants. Then she started on herself until all she had left was a bra.
"Would you like to do the final step?" she asked. She was so beautiful, he thought. Then he remembered.
"You coming, Auguste?" Katherine called mockingly.
"Definitely," he grinned. They raced down the stairs of the Sistine Chapel in Rome, trying to see who would win. He did, of course. She giggled as she jumped onto his shoulders when she was at the bottom. He caught her and ran with her towards a non crowded area.
"Where are we going?" she questioned. He didn't answer. She was too gorgeous to resist. And why disobey his philosophy of taking what he wanted when he wanted?
Once they were down in a secluded area, he started to kiss her. She seemed to enjoy it, moaning in pleasure.
Before he could start the undressing process, however, he felt teeth in his neck. She was biting him, sucking his…blood? That wasn't possible. Vampires weren't real. Or were they?
He fought back, using all his Immortal strength. She seemed surprised that he could even move her a centimeter, much less completely off him. She stopped trying.
"You should learn how to play your game a little better, Immortal," she tisked. "It was much too easy."
"You're a-a-a-" He couldn't finish.
"Yes, I'm a bloodsucking, murderous, vampire. And you are an Immortal, which makes you the winner of best-tasting-food. Congrats!" she mocked.
Damen had never been scared as an Immortal before. But Katherine made him want to cringe into a little ball and scream. He looked down.
"I'll see you later, tasty," she murmured in his ear. And then she was gone.
Damen remembered. He had seen her many times after that, mostly for sex. He had to make little blood donations every time, but it was worth it. But that was centuries ago. Now, he couldn't think of doing it again. Not with…with…. He was forgetting now. Who was she making him forget?
"Come on, Auguste. Live a little." She was so amazingly beautiful, he almost forgot…Ever! His mind was filled with Ever's blond hair, and her eyes. Yes, that was what kept him from resisting Katherine's allure. Ever's never changing eyes.
Damen pushed Katherine off of him. "No," he said quietly. "I don't want this." He started to redress.
Katherine pouted. "Fine." She put her clothes on, too.
Damen remembered something. "Where did you put my juice?" he inquired. "I need that."
"Oh it's in your bedroom closet. I figured I had to make it obvious I was here or you wouldn't come looking for me." She smiled. "It worked."
"So why are you here, Katherine?" Damen asked. He sat down on an armchair.
"I came to see you," she replied innocently. "Is that a problem?"
"It's been centuries. There must be another reason."
"Nope," she smirked. "Is that so hard to believe? You're a sexy man, and I can't resist you." She moved so quickly Damen almost missed it. Now she was sitting on his lap leaning against him. Her hand was caressing his chest.
"What are you up to?" he asked again.
She looked straight into his eyes. "You are going to love me," she said monotonously. "You are going to forget loving Ever, and when I go to your school tomorrow as a student, you are going to fawn over me. Do you understand, Auguste?"
Damen couldn't argue. He did love Katherine. Ever didn't mean anything. "I understand," he murmured.
"You are going to forget we had this conversation," she continued. Her voice inflections didn't change.
"Of course," Damen responded. What conversation? He reached for his love, but she was gone.
All of a sudden, Damen came to. What just happened? he thought. Why am I in here?
Damen went downstairs to get more juice. There were plenty of bottles in the refrigerator.