Damon stirred slowly from the deep druids of sleep, almost afraid to open his eyes and see that the night before had been nothing but a dream. Everything had been sanguine, perfection, sheer bliss, and he was never the man that could take those things and move forward. They came with pain and desperation. He allowed one lid to flutter open, blue orbs drinking in the empty space beside him, already feeling his heart drop in his chest like a stone. Snatching the letter left behind, Damon felt a lump blossom and harden in his throat, the words became blurry on the page, sheer rage and anger sniping through his veins, hissing, crackling, and popping as a torrential storm of ire brewed from within.
Katherine.
Tears welled slowly in his eyes, ashamed of the sign of fragility he harsh wiped them away, nails embedded in his skin harsh enough to draw blood before he threw the paper to the ground. Storming about his room, his arms became propellers of destruction, knocking over his dresser, fist smashing through the window pane, littering the floor with fragments reminiscent of his despair.
Teeth gritted, hands clinging to the wood surrounding the glass, he would pay her back for this, for coming into his life and ruining it all over again. How could she do that to him? Katherine had done some horrible and twisted things in the past, but this was so far over reaching. So far out of her way to torment him. Sliding down to the floor, Damon buried his face in his hands, striving to put the pieces together. There had to be a reason, besides Katherine just being a psychotic bitch, there had to be some sort of over-arching desire that she was attempting to glean. And then it hit him.
Katherine Pierce was jealous.
Within moments Damon had regained his natural state of devilry, his lips manuevering into their trademark smirk as he left his room and headed towards the kitchen. Gathering their stash of vervain and ropes, as well as a few other choice selections. Jealousy he could work with, jealousy he could understand. Because it meant that deep down in that fucked up skull of hers, she still had feelings for him, and that meant that Damon could destroy her just like she'd done to him. He felt nothing in that moment but the sheer will of revenge. Vengeance to hurt her, and also the softness that would always be there for her underlying, the want for Katherine to just cave into him.
He'd make sure that happened this time, that she'd be begging for Damon by the end of the night, and then he'd leave her to mop up the pieces of her own shattered heart this time around.
It didn't take long to track her down. The female vampire tended to leave a natural trace of where she'd been, left devastation in her past. He worried that she'd gone after Elena, but knowing Katherine she'd leave that torture for last. He discovered she was staying in an old abandoned estate not far from the edge of town, and snuck in the front door late at night, watching her all day, waiting and watching for when she became docile, asleep. He had one chance to do this and he couldn't fail. Quiet as mouse, the male slipped into the house and up the stairs, tottering outside her door, admiring how she could seem so soft and sweet in her state of slumber, but when awake she reveled in masochism.
The thought of what she'd done resonated within him again, fucking her, toying with him, making him think she was Elena. It stung him deep down and brought him forth, stabbing her with the vervain syringe several times, knocking her out cold.
Then he waited.
And waited. When Katherine finally stirred, her look of shock was priceless, stripped down to bare essentials, wrapped in ropes, vervain searing her skin. He licked his lips and groaned, the strenuous actively making her breasts heave, a stirring in his pants solicited the want he had for her even after all these years, even after that. Still, he focused.
"Katherine." He hissed, pure venom on his lips.
Her gaze was angry, just as angry if not more, and it was then that Damon realized how much the woman was truly hiding, and for once, it gave him all the power.
"That wasn't very nice of you. I know you're jealous of Elena, I mean why wouldn't you be? She's the new and improved version of you. But pretending to be her? That's a little...stalkerish don't you think? If you wanted more sex…you could have just asked for it." The male quipped, his fingers sliding along the length of her arms, jerking her forward so he could rest her against the foot board.
"Shut up Damon. You were so pathetic too. Elena…oh Elena…" She mocked him coldly. A flicker of distaste on Damon's features, he gripped her arm tight in a vice-like grip, withdrawing a wince from the girl.
"Now, now Katherine, remember who has the power here." He hissed, moving into her, nose to nose, his eyes flickering to her pouty lips for a mere second, and she felt it too, he felt the heat, and the scent…god that scent, so delicious. "Seems like someone's happy to see me." He smirked naughtily, fingers creeping oh-so-slowly down her midriff, just barely running down the seam of her folds, Katherine trying deliriously hard not to succumb to his touch. Damn this felt good.
"I'm going to take you to your edge Katherine…I'm going to make you ache for me, make you clench and undulate and scream for me…and when you think it's over…I'll start again, and then, when you can't possibly take it anymore, I'll leave you here, broken and stuck with your piteous self." He hissed, husky and hot in her ear, fingertips ghosting the line of cleavage before he pressed a vervain leaf to her stomach and watched her squirm.
"Come on now Katherine, show a little restraint, you're practically in heat." His grin grew, loosening the ropes, he pulled her legs apart, as well as her arms, ridding the vervain from between them, he wasn't going to torture her with pain. His mouth fluttered down her neck, her breasts, her midriff, tongue running deliciously across both of her inner thighs, nose grazing her sex, inhaling her succulency. Katherine's eyes were half shut, both in delirious want for him, and extreme anger at being caught unaware.
"I hate you Damon Salvatore." She hissed through gritted teeth. "I hate you too Katherine Pierce." Amusement, and affection brimming in his hues, mirrored in the female's own before both glances disappeared and both vampires were left in their constant tug-of-war match.
Chapter 4 coming soon, reviews appreciated~