She was here for one reason, and one reason only. She needed the sacrifice to happen, needed the moonstone, and needed Klaus Mikaelson to be off her back for good so she could leave, and never look back. Thats why she was here, that was the only reason she was here. At least, thats what Katherine Pierce continuously told herself, even after she followed the Salvatore's around for a day, watching from afar, wrinkling her nose at their lackluster choice as a replacement for her. As if she could ever be replaced. Who the hell did they think they were? She couldn't deny the heated burn of jealousy in the pit of her stomach as she watched both Stefan and Damon fawn all over Elena Gilbert. She wasn't even as attractive as Katherine, she was so dull, boring, oh it aggravated her to no end.
Leaning against the bark over an over-breaching oak tree, she watched as Elena emerged in an ugly frock, a wannabe impersonation of how people dressed back in the day, "Oh please, she looks like a tropical bird with it's wings clipped, flailing pathetically on the ground. Someone just step on her and put her out of her own pathetic misery." She growled under her breath, whereas she was dressed in skinny jeans, a purple camisole, and a fitted jacket that made her look sexy and desirable as always, she wanted to set the base of Elena's hoop skirt on fire, and with the harrowing stare she was aiming, she wondered idly if she could.
Damon was all but drooling when he saw her, Stefan stumbling over himself to take her hand. It was too much to watch, she left to find Isabel instead, making sure the plan was set for that evening, that the Gilbert device was in the right hands, and they could eliminate the tomb vampires once and for all.
The evening passed in accordance to her plan of course, even if it hadn't, Katherine would have had a back up, she never failed to get what she wanted. It wasn't until the end of the night that she found an opening too good to pass up.
Elena hadn't arrived home yet, but there was Damon, waiting for her, dawdling on her front porch, like a goddamn puppy dog. It made her want to be sick, and it was then that she was struck with an idea. Licking her lips, she took a bold step forward, fixing her normally sultry gaze into that of her doe-eyed doppleganger's. He needed to be taught a lesson, Damon Salvatore needed to learn that Katherine couldn't be replaced, he was meant to love and pine for her all of eternity, not Elena.
"Damon?" She flitted her features into confusion, approaching him slowly where he stood. His eyes instantly lit up, Katherine groaned inwardly, it was a disgusting show of affection how badly he wanted her, needed her. "What are you doing here?"
"Not the girl scout you were expecting?" Damon chuckled, crooked smirk in tow as he straightened, all the while, marveling at her appearance, azure eyes drinking her in. "I wanted...to thank you." He licked his lips, almost in the same fashion Katherine had.
"For what?" Katherine forced her gaze to lock on his, fixing him with all the pallor of a sweet-hearted Elena, she'd forgotten how blue and engaging his eyes were.
Damon lowered his gaze, as if searching for the perfect words to say, he wasn't used to lowering his guard, initially only here to show Stefan misery, he'd never expected Elena to become an obstacle for him, and yet here she was, making the normally witty, sarcastic vampire, at a loss for words. "Somewhere along the way, you decided I was worth saving. I wanted to thank you for that." He managed, eyes finally migrating back to her warm hues, referring to earlier that evening when Elena had been the one to get him rescued from the church.
Katherine had to restrain the bile that threatened to form in the back of her throat at how lovesick Damon was. "Your welcome." She'd stepped forward towards him, removing spite from her mind, she wanted to play, and Damon never ceased being fun to play with. Subtly, she bit her bottom lip, keeping her eyes locked on his as her form moved against his own, outlines brushing, lust, raw emotion, battling in Damon's pools of blue as his lips seemed to involuntarily lower towards Katherine.
She eschewed herself forward, showing only the slightest hesitance, channeling Elena as she bowed her head and parted her now moist pucker, the gap slowly ceased to exist as they molded twin flesh to twin flesh. A stirring deep in the chasms of Katherine's body urged her on, hand sliding upwards, spanning across his broad chest and ushering him forward, she deepened the kiss, thinking of so many years ago, when his love had been so pure, and only for her, and now she had to share it with Elena.
The fury only forced her to become passionate as she shifted her head, pulling Damon in with the intoxication of her poisonous kiss. She parted, only to sweeten the moment. "Lets go somewhere..." She made her voice meek, a tad unsure, willing Damon to believe her, on bated breath as she waited for his response.
Damon looked surprised, illuminated, and deep down, he'd felt a familiarity with the kiss that didn't fall in line with sharing it with Elena, and yet he couldn't linger on that now, he only ran a soft hand through her perfect hair, thoughts of Stefan far from his mind, and nodded, "Yes..yeah..." He kissed her sweetly once more before linking his fingers through Elena's and bringing her to his car.
Katherine grinned as she walked behind him, sinful, decadent, she'd tear him apart.
Chapter 2 coming soon!