AN: First of all, thank you so much to the readers who took the time to review my little story and to all of you who have added my story to your favourites or put it on alert!

So I have decided to try and continue with this story, but since I'm still feeling my way through writing fanfic and I really don't have a clue where I'm going to end up, your feedback is greatly appreciated!

For the moment I'm still following the plot from the TV-series: after the first part of this story, Elena didn't see Damon anymore but left in a hurry for the romantic getaway we saw on TVD. This picks up right after The Houseguest (ep. 2.16).

BTW, I simply loved the scene where Katherine tries to get into Damon's pants, but he just tells her to get (another) room! I also thought the music and lyrics at that moment were very significant for the relationship between Damon and Katherine!

Dear Diary,

I am angry with Damon. And this time, I'm not angry for something he did. I am actually angry for something he didn't do. Which led to something he did that I'm also angry about… I suppose I'm not making much sense to you? Well, I'm not making much sense to myself these days!

So, I'm very angry with Damon for not telling me that he was planning to kill Elijah. And for almost getting himself killed in the process. If I hadn't by some strange coincidence mentioned the dagger to Stefan, Damon would have executed not only his ill-advised scheme, but also himself. I might never have seen him alive (well, undead) ever again. And I don't know if I could live with that…

By rights I should also be angry with Stefan because he did know about Damon's plans and didn't see fit to tell me. However, I have come to expect something like that from Stefan (he's always trying to wrap me up in cotton wool like a piece of china). I never expected it from Damon though: if there's one thing I thought I could rely on, it was Damon telling me the truth.

But I know. I get it. He didn't tell me his plans because he knew all too well I would never have allowed him to sacrifice himself for me. Just like he didn't allow me to sacrifice myself for him a while ago. Now why does he get to do that and I don't?

In the end, I got to kill Elijah my way, although I'm sure I could have found a better way to kill him if they hadn't kept me out of the loop… As it was, I had to nearly kill myself to make sure Damon and Stefan would not get killed, when in fact they are dead already! My life is simply too complicated! But at least it will make them both feel so guilty they will not try to hide anything more from me in the future (I hope).

And finally, to make a bad day even worse, Katherine is back!

Apparently Elijah's compulsion keeping her in the tomb stopped working the moment he got staked. And how did I have to find out about that? I got slammed into the wall by my very own boyfriend! Stefan couldn't even tell the difference between her and me! He couldn't tell about my (frantically) beating heart, my rushing, edible (to him at least) blood, and all that jazz that makes me human? Apparently he came upon Damon and Katherine downstairs, and he got a bit confused? At least Damon was pinning the bitch to the wall instead of yours truly!

Anyway, she's back, and I worry that she is going to start messing with Damon's mind again. And that he'll fall for it…

Katherine fully intended to slam the door to Damon's room. But in the split second before the door closed with a bang, she halted its momentum. Out of the corner of her eye she had noticed a furtive movement down the hall. Surely that was Elena ducking out of sight around the corner?

Instead closing the door with a soft click, she paused for a moment, her frown erased by a slow, mischievous smile. Maybe it was time to stir up a little trouble in paradise? Mind made up, she sashayed down the hall, deliberately letting her dressing gown part to reveal the lacy black underwear she was wearing underneath…

Elena leaned against the wall, and tried to organize her thoughts that had scattered in all directions when she had seen the bitch leave Damon's bedroom. No need to panic, she tried to reason with herself. Undoubtedly there would be a very good explanation for Katherine being in Damon's room: maybe she just wanted to borrow some of the Gilbert diaries to continue her research (albeit for her own nefarious reasons)? I could be something like that, right?

She heard Katherine's soft footfalls come in her direction, and scrambled to the top of the stairs, pretending she was just coming upstairs. As Katherine flounced around the corner, Elena got a good look at the state of Katherine's dress (or, more accurately, her state of undress…).

Elena's breath caught in her throat: so much for the plausible reasons Kat could have to visit Damon's room, with Elena knowing for a fact that he was there too (not that she wanted to investigate too closely on why exactly she was keeping tabs on his whereabouts).

"Hello, Elena," Katherine sounded as if she was surprised to see her. "Why are you pretending you're not sneaking around the house in the middle of the night?"

Elena swallowed while quickly trying to think of an acceptable excuse. After all, she could hardly admit to Katherine that she was checking up on Damon, now could she? That she was continuously worrying about him now that Katherine was shacking up with both Salvatore brothers? That that was also why she was trying to stay the night as often as she could, even to the point that tonight she had sent Caroline and Bonnie home with the excuse of not feeling well after the whole witch-incident… Stefan had been somewhat surprised when she'd arrived about an hour ago, but luckily he hadn't asked too many questions when she admitted she didn't want to leave them to Katherine's tender mercies…

"I just went downstairs for a glass of milk," she fibbed, nervously tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Couldn't sleep, Elena?" Katherine winked naughtily. "You do know there are certain activities you could engage in that would make you tired enough to sleep?"

Elena narrowed her eyes. "You would know, I suppose. Must be tiresome, having to remember all those different names during bed sport, or do you just yell 'darling' at all and sundry to avoid mistakes?"

Katherine lifted one eyebrow, a mannerism that instantly reminded Elena of Damon. She frowned, annoyed at this mirror image that brought to mind the shared history between them.

"Oops, it seems I might have to apologize for waking you," Katherine smiled wickedly. "Did we get too loud? Well, you know how it is in the throes of passion: one tends to forget one's surroundings..."

Hearing what she thought was confirmation of her worst fears about what had been going on in Damon's bedroom earlier, Elena felt angry tears threatening to spill. She retorted without thinking, "You really are a bitch! Damon does not deserve to be played this way! Why lead him on if you are not really interested in him? Haven't you kept him dangling long enough?"

Since it would never do to let Katherine catch her crying, she quickly brushed past Katherine and hurried down the hall, trying to get away from her as soon as possible.

But Katherine had already seen and heard more than enough. Thoughtfully she wrapped her dressing gown around her slender frame and tied the sash before leisurely starting down the stairs. "So that's the way the wind blows, is it?" She whispered to herself. "It seems my little doppelganger and I have more in common than I would have thought…"

AN: So, shall I let Damon catch Elena right after this scene, or not? Please review!