Kiss Me, Kill Me
Chapter 2
By: iCayleigh
AN: Thank you for all the kind, and encouraging comments! I was surprised but excited to get such a quick response to this story. It is truly appreciated!
Always one to keep his promises, Stefan stepped through the motion sensor doors of Mystic Fall's only hospital. It had been such a long, busy night. Sadly, it looked as if it were only going to get worse. As he walked through the lobby, all the events of his day flashed through his mind. So much had happened; even his brain couldn't manage to keep up.
"Oh Stefan, you're here." Came a sad, guttural, yet familiar voice from Stefan's left, distracting him from the inner recollection of his day. And he was distracted for good reason, never having witnessed the other male in such a state. Something must be terribly wrong; otherwise his friend wouldn't look so broken.
"Matt…" He glanced down at Matt's tear stricken face, "How is Caroline?" He asked, concern etched in the worried way he held his brows. Stefan leaned forward and placed a comforting hand on Matt's shoulder, knowing exactly how the other felt. After all, if anything happened to Elena, he would be in much the same state.
"They…They can't stop the bleeding." Matt said as he tried to get a hold of himself. "She is going to die Stefan…" With his fists balled in his lap, he turned his face up to look his friend in the eye. "And there is nothing I can do to stop it." A lone tear trailed down Matt's cheek. He glared angrily, as if daring Stefan to do something about it with his eyes.
"Don't worry Matt, everything is going to be fine." Stefan said calmly.
"You don't know that!" Matt suddenly jumped from his chair, shoving Stefan back in the process. However, he did not seem to go very far. Defeated, Matt stared down at his feet. "I'm sorry man." He whispered apologetically, shaking his head. "It is just…first Vickie, now Caroline?" His voice sounded bewildered, unable to comprehend such an obscure thought, even though that thought happened to be his reality.
"Yes?" Damon asked Elena through the phone, a sigh in his voice. "Let me guess…" He began, his words taking on an annoyed quality. "You are about to give me the 'It was an accident, Damon. That kiss should have never happened' speech." He said in a mocking impersonation of Elena's voice, propping his feet up on the desk in the mansions huge library.
"No…" Responded Elena, Stefan-his younger brother's girlfriend, the puppy love of his pathetic unlife.
This was not the response Damon had expected, and he suddenly found himself caught off guard. He removed the Blackberry from his ear and glanced down at it for a second, thinking maybe he heard her wrong and the phone was cutting out. With his brows furrowed he brought the phone back to his ear. "No?" He questioned, a hint of suspicion laced in his voice.
"Yes…Can you come over so we can…talk?" If he didn't know any better, Damon would have sworn he could feel Elena smiling through the phone. And what she said next, took him by complete surprise. "Aunt Jenna interrupted us last time." Suddenly there was a strange rustling at Elena's end and the line abruptly went dead.
Damon blinked, finding himself bewildered, even flabbergasted, as he removed his feet from the desk and looked down at his phone. Something was wrong, he could feel it. Even though he had vowed to win Elena over the old fashioned way, one press of lips couldn't possibly do her in so quickly. After all, she was St. Stefan's girl, and Damon, he had been squarely placed in 'friend zone' earlier in the evening.
But what had caused Elena to act in such a way? Oh he knew, it just had to be his charm! Damon rolled his eyes. Like that had worked the other million times he'd tried it. But this time was different, he hadn't done it to hurt Stefan, or for some deep seeded revenge. All he wanted to do was simply kiss Elena for no other reason than sweet contact with the woman who thought he had even an ounce of humanity left in him.
The realization alone almost shook him to the core. But now was not the time to ponder. Elena's personality had, without warning, done a complete one 180. Worried, Damon needed to know what was going on.
After all, what was the worst that could happen anyway? Seeing as he had almost died for the second and final time that very night. Finally standing up, Damon flexed the collar of his leather jacket and took one last swig of his scotch.
Katherine stood before Elena with her arms crossed, merely watching the interaction. When she began to stall, and search for what to say, a frown emerged on Katherine's face. That just wouldn't do. At the rate Elena was going, Damon was bound to become suspicious quickly. That in turn, would mess up her fun. She knew baiting him worked best, so she quietly mouthed out exactly what she wanted Elena to say.
'Aunt Jenna interrupted us…' She abruptly stopped as she heard the floor boards creak above their heads.
She then hassled the phone from Elena's stubborn grasp, quickly hanging it up. "Hey, I was talking to the love of my…" Elena whined with a pout before she was stopped by a hand over her mouth. Katherine signaled her to be quiet with a little compulsion and a 'shh.' with her finger placed at her own lips.
"Elena, what is going on down there?" A very tired sounding Aunt Jenna called from the top of the stairs in the hallway.
"Nothing…" Katherine began with a smirk, rolling her eyes. She found it extra convenient that not only did she and Elena share the same face, but had the same voice. "Everything is just fine." She called back, listening as Jenna shuffled around upstairs.
Suddenly she felt a wet substance roll down her hand. She made a face of disgust. Elena was crying silently while staring at the dead body on the floor. "Ugh!" She removed her hand from her counterpart's mouth before rubbing it against her jean clad leg. "I make with the chaos, not the clean up." Katherine smiled wickedly as she placed Elena's hair behind her shoulders. "That is what little minions like you are for."
The floor boards began creaking again. "I'm going to go deal with your aunt,…" She glanced from Elena to the hallway. "You greet Damon when he gets here." Elena nodded, grinning at the mere mention of Damon's name. Katherine was so giddy she could have rubbed her hands together with excitement before she was gone in the blink of an eye.
Katherine made it up the stairs about the same time Jenna came rushing down the hallway.
"Elena!" Jenna shrieked, holding her hand against her heart. "It's…It's Jeremy." She stuttered. "He's Oding, call an ambulance!" She rushed back to Jeremy's room.
Katherine did nothing but stand in the middle of the hall and watch, an evil smirk forming on her lips.
Jenna turned back around. "Elena! What are you doing just /standing/ there!" Jenna's eyes grew wide as she caught the look her niece flashed her.
"This night just keeps getting better and better." Katherine couldn't hold back her excitement as she ran toward Jenna with vampire speed. "Shh, Aunt Jenna. Everything is going to be okay." Without giving her the chance to defend herself, Katherine smashed her head against Jeremy's door. Elena's aunts body slid down the door into an unconscious heap on the floor. Katherine glanced through the open door of the bathroom across the hall spotting a vial of blood on the countertop. With a delicate brow raised, she looked back at Jeremy's door.
He was changing! She opened his door a tad and looked inside. "Sweet dreams, you will thank me when you wake up." She smiled, "Think of this as a nice little parting gift and a 'welcome to the family'." Mmm, Katherine just loved causing havoc.
The first thing Damon noticed was the smell of freshly spilt blood. It penetrated the air around the house like a fog. The second thing he noticed was the lack of 4 heartbeats. And thirdly, Elena was not one of those missing heartbeats because she was opening the front door and within seconds securely wrapping her arms around his neck.
He managed to dislodge himself from her long enough to give her a once over. Her lip was busted with dried blood along the cracks and her cheeks were tear stained. "Elena…" Damon caressed her cheek as she tilted her face to meet his palm. "What happened to you?"
"Damon, she killed Uncle John…" Elena whispered, standing on her tiptoes as she entwined her hands in his hair, bringing his face closer to her own. "And all I can think about is you." She admitted before she crashed her lips against his own.
AN: Katherine is so twisted, I love it. She is playing them all like chess pieces in her own little game. Well, everyone except for Stefan, who is busy at the moment. ;) Tell me what you think of my story so far! Is it going to fast, to slow? Do you have thoughts on what might happen next? I enjoy feedback.