Disclaimer: I don't own anything blah blah blah. I hope the nice people at the CW don't sue me nor does the author of the series, LJ Smith pull an Anne Rice.
"Katherine. Is. Dead."
Damon staggers back into the couch and looks at Pearl.
"Are you absolutely sure?" Damon grits through his teeth.
"Saw her killed myself. No one is more upset than you. She was my friend for over 400 years," Pearl says soothingly.
"Where? Why?" The tiny flame of humanity that remains in him flickers. He feels a strange knot forming in his stomach and his eyes feeling wet. He blinks the tears aways, brushing the few stragglers who seem set on sliding down his face in an oh so dramatic manner.
"Whatever deal was between us is off," Damon hisses before running out the door.
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Damon doesn't stop running faster than the speed of light until he reaches the Gilbert house. It doesn't take long before he's in Elena's room. Elena sees the open window with the curtains fluttering and turns. Her heart skips a beat when she sees Damon extremely close to her.
"Don't do that to me," Elena complains, her heart racing.
Damon takes a step closer, invading her personal space just a bit too much, even for him. His pale eyes stare into her dark eyes before pressing his lips against hers. Elena's eyes grow wide in shock and quickly tries to pull away but Damon remains forceful and uses his steely strenght to keep their lips locked.
Eventually, his grip loosens and Elena, whose eyes have been closed shut tightly, opens her eyes slowly. Shaking, she looks up at him, about to ask why? Elena can't resist the urge to slap him and her hand goes smack! across his face.
With one hand gripping her cheek, he stares at her, practically drilling holes with his eyes, says, "Katherine's dead."
In that moment, Elena sees the sadness in his eyes as a cold wind blows, burning out the tiny flicker of humanity left in him.