Pressing herself towards him seductively as he snarled with a menace, thinking that she should go ahead and flick the switch that made him want to snap. Whatever reason she was there, Damon couldn't handle it. Not tonight. Not after Elena chose his own flesh and blood over him. The one that had kept her safe after Klaus had taken Stefan. Stefan, he thought. The one who would always be better than me, no matter how much I do to try and make up for my past.

Reaching out a hand to place on her cheek, a lip curving, he said, "What are you doing here, Katherine? Don't you know when to stop meddling in other peoples business?"

She smiled wickedly. He knew that she knew what had happened, even after he compelled Elena to forget everything, feel nothing.

"You know why."

She peered up at him, watching his perfect aqua eyes flicker between her two chocolate orbs, knowing he was going to start getting defensive if she didn't speak up soon.

Tucking a curl behind her ear as he stepped away, getting pissed and anxious at the same time.

"What do you think know," he asked, quenching the fury that was bound to be unleashed at any second, working his jaw in the process.

She lifts off of the oak, a serene grin plastered across her face under the waning moon.

"Oh, Damon. I know everything. Haven't you realized this yet?"

"Tell me what you want Katherine and I don't tear you limb from limb."

"Like you could," she said, a smirk playing on the corner of her lip, her eyes fixed on his. "But if you have to know what I do know—"

He lunged at her, his mix of anger, frustration, flicks of betrayal and hurt all seizing at him. She easily stepped away from his hard hands, knowing every word she said was digging into his mind like a worm into an apple.

"Aww. Are you not happy to see me," she said, watching as he speeds away from the tree, growling.

"Happy is such an understatement, Katherine," he snarled, just waiting for something, anything, to make him stop thinking about the things he would do if she didn't trigger some animalistic trait, transform him into some emotionless creature he oh so dearly wanted to stay.

"Then let's take this back to where you're staying, hmm? I'm sure we could discuss this somewhere more...pleasant?"

Reluctantly, he nodded. "Just keep your filthy paws off of my jacket."

So. I totally spaced at the end there. I had been up all night and didn't think of updating till almost 7 am. Review! I'm not sure AT ALL where I'm taking this. So keep me updated on your thoughts!

xoxo-Michi