Long chapter…just for you guys.
Her vision was groggy as her eyes fluttered opened to the sun's brightness streaming into the bedroom. She felt her body on very comfortable thin sheets that covered her from the chest down. She saw Elena hovering over her and she looked very worried. Satine almost jumped out of bed when the memories from last night came rushing back.
Elena immediately placed her gentle hand on her arm and said, "Sh, its ok. You're safe."
Satine looked around as she sat herself up against the headboard and saw that she was in Elena's house and it her room and on her bed. She felt a coat of sweat on her body and then she saw Stefan come through the door and by Elena.
He crossed his arms over his chest as he said, "Do you know what happened last night?"
She gulped and remembered, "Did you guys leave the dagger in Elijah's body?"
They glanced at each other and Stefan looked down at his feet then back up at her, "Why didn't you tell us about the dagger?"
"I thought you guys knew about it and kept it in there. I'm s-sorry…I-I was angry," she told them.
"You mean you were jealous?" Katerina said in the doorway with her hand on her hip, smirking at them.
Both Stefan and Elena looked annoyed that her sister was there.
"Compulsion wore off?" Satine asked.
"You knew about the compulsion too," Elena asked.
Katerina eyed her and smirked as she came closer to Elena's bed, "Of course she knew. She was with Elijah for centuries so she was bound to already know about it."
"Why didn't you tell us," Stefan said, sounding angry.
"Because I thought you all already knew and none of you even asked me so don't blame me," Satine snapped.
Katerina rolled her eyes strutted up to the bed and practically pushed Elena aside as she commanded, "Get out. I can take it from here after all she's my sister."
They first gave each other a look then at her and she stared at her sister and said, "If you were my sister then you would be hovering over me like Elena was, but instead you were downstairs doing God knows what."
Elena smirked, but Stefan held in his and tried not to smile in victory. She gave a nod to them, telling them that she was ok and they both practically forced themselves to move and get out of the room closing the door behind them.
"Where's Damon," Satine asked softly.
Katerina shrugged and looked like she was listening for him for a moment then finally said as she grinned, "He's downstairs…pacing back and forth."
"Did he ever…"
"No," her sister said immediately, "he never came up, but that was because Elena and Stefan kept stopping him from coming up here. I'll tell you something though…he tried to come up here to see you and feels guilty for what happened to you."
She forced herself not to smile and she was about to get up when Katerina pushed her down, but she twisted her wrist in her hand and snarled, "Don't. You. Even. Dare."
Satine pushed her sister's wrist away from her and threw over the thin sheets off her body. She looked down at what she was wearing and chuckled. She was wearing pajama shorts and a white tank top. Her hair was still like it was the night before, but she decided to put it up in a messy bun, curls falling out. She looked to the door and saw a pair of brown combat boots and some light blue jeans on a wooden chair.
She quickly put them on and opened the door. She went down the stairs and saw Damon pacing and Stefan holding Elena's hand while they were sitting on the sofa. All eyes went to her, but she just walked past them and went to the front door. Her hand was on the doorknob and pulled the door open, but a pale hand slammed it shut from behind.
She scoffed and said, "Really, Damon. Let me out of this house." She glanced to Katerina who was coming downstairs, "I can't stand to be around any of you right now."
Elena stood up and said angrily to Katerina, "What did you tell her?"
"Nothing," her sister snapped. "She broke my wrist and then stormed out."
Satine rolled her eyes and Damon said, "You're not going anywhere."
"You can't control me, Damon. I don't want to be around you right now so I'm leaving." She replied, but Damon just grabbed her upper arm and dragged her away from the door and to the kitchen. Damon forced her to sit across from him at the table.
"What happened last night," Damon inquired.
"I don't know. I helped you daggered Elijah, but before that you thought I was going to fuck him so you yelled at me," she told him.
"You what?" Elena said, looking in disbelief at her.
Stefan knitted his eyebrows in confusion and said, "You were going to sleep with Elijah."
She nodded. "Were, past tense."
"Yeah and you would have if I wouldn't have interrupted you two," Damon threw back at her.
"Yet I told you my reason and you still yelled at me."
"You punched me in the face."
"Believe me I wanted to knee you."
"Believe me," he repeated angrily, "I wanted to do much more than that to you."
She scoffed and stood up, "You're lucky I even care for Elena enough to stay here and have to listen to you and your cocky, narcissistic personality."
Damon stood up as well and put his fists on the table, "You're lucky you're even still alive."
She copied Damon's movements and leaned in closely saying dangerously, "Right back at you…lover."
Stefan quickly interjected, "Stop it. Alright…Serena, just tell us what happened. Ok?"
She looked to Stefan and Elena. Her face softened and she sat back down saying, "For Elena."
She sighed as she told them, "Well, I was walking back to my room and then someone shoved me inside and I blacked out. All I saw a figure, but it was dark so I couldn't see the face. I think I had a head trauma though. "
"Do you think it was Klaus," Elena questioned worriedly
Stefan shook his head and Katerina said, "It wasn't Klaus because he thinks she's dead and I doubt that my sister's original lover would sell her out to him."
"I bet you would though," Satine muttered under her breath.
Katerina gave her a deadly stare and Satine said, "That's why I lied to you because I couldn't trust you anymore. I've seen the things you've done just for your freedom. That's another reason why Elijah kept you in the tomb…because of me."
Her sister's eyes widened. "You told him to keep me in the tomb?"
"No, I didn't have to. He already knew what a threat you would have been to me being dead so he kept you in there." She said honestly, not caring for her own sister's feelings.
Katerina scoffed and her eyes held rage and hurt in them as she looked at her. She grabbed her leather jacket that was on a chair and left the house, slamming the front door in the process.
Satine listened for her sister's car and heard it turn on and then dive off. After a few moments, Satine said, "Don't trust her."
"We weren't going to," Damon told her.
"No, I mean don't tell her anything. Keep her out of the loop on what you're all going to do. Lead her the other way."
"Why," Elena asked curiously and Stefan looked interested.
"I don't know how, but when she touched me, I saw her betray all of you…including me. Don't tell her anything, Elena. Promise me?"
Elena nodded vigorously and Satine smiled and said, "Good now I'm here to help you just like Elijah was, but I'm trying to find a way to save you from the sacrifice."
"Let me guess, you didn't find anything," Damon said with a little sarcasm in his voice.
She ignored him and said to Elena, "I found something that may help. It's an elixir that in Elijah's possession and that's why I need to leave to go and find it for you."
"You want us to place our faith in some elixir," Damon asked, but she still ignored him.
"Elena, please," she pleaded and Elena nodded after a few moments.
She stood up and walked to the front door and Stefan said, "Take Damon with you. For back-up."
She turned around shaking her head. "No. I don't need back up and I don't want it."
She was about to open the door when Damon opened it for her and said, "Well tough because I don't trust you."
She groaned in frustration and strolled out of the house and head for Damon's car. He opened the passenger door for her when she was about to open it and she gave him an irritated look and said, "Stop it."
"Stop what?" he asked innocently and then smirked.
"Stop pretending to give a damn."
"You can't control me," he repeated her words from before and she rolled her eyes.
"I don't care just get in the car and drive to the hotel." She told him, completely giving up.
He eyed her as she got in the car and bucked her seat belt. Her eyes glanced to Damon as he got in the car and turned on the ignition. She almost jumped as she remembered something, "Where's Ric?"
His expression was confused. "Why?"
"It's none of your business, Damon. It's between Mr. Saltzman and me."
"Well, Ric is my friend so it is my business," he snapped.
"Ask him." She said simply.
"I'm asking you," he said, getting angry because she was avoiding the question.
"And I'm telling you to ask him," she commanded.
His hands tightened around the wheel causing his knuckles to almost turn white. "Why do you always do that?"
"Do what," she asked, keeping her eyes forward and on the road ahead.
"Make me want you," he said simply.
"You're horny right now," she told him, "you'll get over it."
He laughed and smirked as she continued, "Plus you want what you can't have and you can't have me and also you like it when women are stubborn and dominant…sometimes."
"This isn't one of those times," he told her.
"Yes it is." She said in a sing tone voice.
"No, it's not," Damon slightly snapped.
"Yes it is," she kept saying."
Damon pulled the side of the road and she muttered, "Not this again."
Damon turned to her, "Why?"
She turned to him as his hand came on her thigh and then put a blonde curl behind her ear. She shook her head and felt like the air was being knocked out of her. She felt like she couldn't breathe in the car right now so she stumbled out of it. She put her hand on her head and let out a shaky breath.
Damon came to her and asked, "What's wrong,"
"Get away from me. I-I can't do this," she gestured with her hand between them, "thing with us. After I help Elena, I'm leaving."
"Don't leave. Stay here after and with me."
"If I stay I'll never be free. I can't…not while you're still in love with Elena." She snapped at him.
Damon was silent for a moment and she said, "Let's not do this right now. Let's get back in the car and go to the hotel."
His jaw tightened in defeat as she got back in the car. Soon after he got back in as well. They didn't talk the whole way there and in the corner of her eye she would see Damon glance at her every so often, but she would keep her eyes forward.
After a half an hour they finally made it to the hotel. She quickly got out and went inside the large and fancy hotel. She went to the elevator with Damon following behind and they got in and she pressed the top penthouse suites which was floor 38.
They waited for a few minutes and the doors finally opened up and she kept walking ahead of Damon. She stopped as she saw that her hotel doors were opened and turned around and asked, "Who found me?"
"You were dropped off on Elena's doorstep and unconscious," Damon told her.
"They were trying to send a message to her, weren't they?"
Damon shrugged. "We don't know."
She turned back around and went inside the hotel and to the bedroom. She opened her drawer on the dresser and froze as she saw that it was empty. She frantically searched the entire room for her things, but it was empty. She went back in the living room and rolled her eyes at Damon, who was drinking a glass of whiskey and leaning against the counter of the bar. She looked around and saw that everything was spot clean.
"All my things are gone," she told him, "so either someone literally stole my things or someone is going to kidnap me later."
"I think it's the second choice," Damon said as he slipped his drink.
"They took the chest," she said as she looked around for it.
"What chest?"
"The chest that was has the elixir inside it. They took it!"
She stormed out of the room and she was so angry that when she pressed the down button, it broke. She groaned angrily and went to the stairs and sped down to the first floor. Satine was about to open the door when she was pushed against it by her throat.
She saw that it was a man and she brought her feet up to his stomach and pushed him away from her. She barred her fangs and was about to kill him when she felt a extreme amount of pain in her head and she clutched her head in her hands as she groaned in pain and screamed as she fell down to the ground.
The warlock got up and held his hands in her direction and said, "Klaus will want to know that you're alive."
Her eyes widened in fear as she clutched her head. Damon sped down the stairs and snapped the warlock's neck and the pain stopped immediately. The warlock's body fell on the ground with a thump. She was on her knees and slowly stood up.
"Klaus…Damon," she breathed.
"What? How the hell does he know you're alive," he asked angrily.
She shook her head. "No, he doesn't know, but like I said a few days ago, he has an idea that I am. His witch must've seen me and knew who I was."
"Good thing I was here to save your damsel ass from distress," he gestured with his hand towards the dead body.
"What took you so long anyways," she asked.
"Stefan called me, said that he got the Gillbert journals," he smirked. "What do help me read them all you know for the sight of the witch massacre?"
"I can't," she said immediately. "I have things to do, people see, people kill…you know the usual."
"Oh, come on. I'm going to be reading by myself…" he came closer to her, "alone and…naked."
"You read when you're naked?"
"You should try it."
"I'm not going to. I like reading when I'm fully clothed."
He pulled her closer to him and she put her hands on his hard muscled chest and said, "You just never give up, don't you?"
One of his hands was on her back, keeping her from moving and the other went to the helm of her shirt. She slapped that hand away and Damon said, "Ouch. That hurt."
"Good. That should teach you a lesson on manners."
Damon smirked mischievously at her and he pushed her against the door she was first pushed by and his lips crashed onto hers, kissing her forcefully and then passionately. His mouth seemed to devour hers in an instant and their tongues fought for dominance over the other.
Satine forced her mind not to give into Damon's touch, but her body seemed to desperately yearn for it every time. He lifted her up and groaned, "Wrap your legs around me."
She hesitated in complying to his demands, but she did as she was told and she surprised herself when she kissed him back. Her hands went in his black silky hair and his fingers were in her shoulders and hips. She would never admit aloud, but she missed Damon. She missed him badly over the years and she thought that for a while that he was dead. She remembered watching as Damon saved her sister and how his father shot him…and that he had forgotten all about her and was obsessed with her sister.
She ran away from Elijah to go and see Damon one last time. She instead saw that the man she loved was in love with another woman and he was willing to die for her and that Serena Valerious to him was just a fling of the past and nothing more. She cried her way home and to her bed and she knew why Elijah had told her not to go back…and it was because "her human" had fallen in love with someone else.
She pushed Damon into the opposite wall and tore his shirt open causing the buttons to rip off as well. She hastily took off his leather jacket and let it fall to the ground along with the midnight blue shirt. She went back to kissing him with her hands in his hair and he took off her tank top. His hands squeezing her breasts as she let out a slight moan in pleasure.
He kissed her neck, making little bite marks on her neck too. He groaned in frustration as his phone started to ring and she breathed against his lips, "You should answer that…because if you don't that person will just call me."
"I'll ignore it," he said and she giggled.
She pretended to kiss him, but instead put her hand in his back pocket and took out his phone. She pulled away from him and answered it, "Hello, this is Serena."
She held back her giggles as Damon pulled her back against his chest and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her neck in the process.
"Serena?" Stefan asked curiously. "Where's Damon?"
"Ah, he's…well, um trying to do something right now. You know him and his man pride and all."
Damon whispered in her ear, "I'm trying to seduce you is what I'm trying to do." His voice was smooth and seductive.
She smiled and Stefan said, "Right. Of course he is. Was that him I just heard?"
"He's being an ass…ignore him." She urged, trying to convince Stefan.
"Well, can you please tell Damon about the Gillbert journals and to tell him to get over here…now."
"Ok. He'll be there." She said and hung up. "Damon" warned Satine, "he'll call again."
She turned around to him, face to face, saying as she brought her lips closer and closer to his, "And again, and again, and again."
He groaned and pecked her lips softly and gestured with his head to the Exit, "Fine. Let's go."
She pulled her tank top back on and said, "Oh, no. I'm not coming with you. I need to figure things out right now."
He buttoned his shirt up and swung his jacket back on and rolled his eyes, "Fine. I guess I can let you go off on your own." Damon cupped her face and pecked her again on the lips. "For now at least."
She went out the door with Damon beside her and she went to the sidewalk. She whistled for a taxi and one came as soon as she whistled and Damon shouted from his car, "What are doing? I'll drive you."
She opened the back door and shouted back, "If I come with you then you'll just corrupt me, Damon Salvatore."
Her lips curved into a mischievous smile as she got in the backseat of the taxi. The taxi asked where she was going and she thought about it. Where am I going, she thought, where do I even want to go?
She looked to the taxi driver and said, "To 23rd Oxford Street."
He nodded and drove to where she wanted to go. After a couple of hours later it became night already and the meter was at almost five hundred dollars. The taxi stopped to the address and she paid him in hundreds. She got out of the car and saw the large mansion ahead. The front law had to be fake because the grass was a healthy color and it was cut so short.
The gravel path was about half a mile and it was surrounded by fountains and ponds with fishes in them. Tall bushes and gates covered with vines wrapped around them protected the privacy of the owners who lived here so no one could see inside. The gate that protected the house was tall and in the middle it had the letter,F , on it.
She was about to open it when her phone started to ring and she answered it, "Hello?"
It was Stefan. "Hey, it's me. I'm sorry, but we had to kill…Jonas."
He was her friend and so was his son, Luka. She remembered Elijah introducing them to her when he needed them to make her invisible to one of Klaus's witches. Klaus and his damn nosey witches, she thought coldly. They were nice to her and they would talk to her. Jonas would be casting spells around the house she was staying in while Luka would steal one of the grimores and he would show her spells like making the water droplets on the leaves outside her window fly in the air.
She smiled at the memory of how they looked when the sun hit them and it made a crystal like shadow on her skin and it would almost blind her from the brightness.
"Why," she asked coldly.
"His son, Luka tried to undagger Elijah and Damon…he burned him to death. So Jonas tried to kill Elena, but Katherine helped us by tricking him into thinking that she was Elena and she killed him."
She gripped the phone in her hand and it fell down from her hand and to the ground. She could hear Stefan yelling her name through the phone, but she just stepped on it until it made a crack and the screen started to get fuzzy and then it would turn black. She didn't cry because she needed to be strong…for Jonas and Luka. She didn't want to talk to anyone right now.
It seems as though everyone I care about is dying if I stay in Mystic Falls and help Elena, she thought to herself, but then shrugged it off.
You're doing this for Elena, she kept telling herself as she stepped up the porch of the very large mansion. Satine knocked on the doors confidently and she waited for an answer.
After a few moments the doors opened and a man asked, "Yes, may I help you…Miss…"
"Miss Satine Petrova," she said.
The man's eyes widened and he came closer and warned, "I'm not allowed to let anyone inside."
"I know. I just want you to remember that name the next time you see Klaus." Satine said, knowing that he was already compelled, but she had to do this.
Satine knew that Elena was anxious to already meet Klaus so why not lead him on. She wanted to not run anymore because she knew Klaus wouldn't kill her…not just yet at least. If Klaus found out that she was alive, but she hated her own sister, but would be willing to do anything for Elena…he would let her live.
"…You're everything I could've dreamed of in a woman…"
He said to her before he killed her. Those words haunted her ever since. She wanted to know what he meant…was it a joke he was making that she didn't get or was is it his true feelings about her even though he'd only known her for a day, but when she saw the sadness that lingered in his eyes when he looked at her or the curious interest he had in her when she saw him for the first time…it was nothing she ever saw in Elijah.
She smiled politely at the middle-aged man and then turned around and left. She walked proud fully back to the sidewalk and sped away.
Satine sped back to her hotel room and opened up the door. There she saw sitting on a chair was another loose end.
"Hello…Aunt Serena," Isobel said.
She laughed bitterly and turned on the rest of the lights. "Did you steal all of my stuff? Were you the one that pushed me and killed me by head trauma?"
"I can't say," she said simply.
Satine eyed her in suspicion and said, "Ok then. What are you doing here?"
"She's here to help Elena, same as you are," John said as he came from the bedroom. "We here to protect her from Klaus."
"You know she'll never trust you two," Satine said as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"No, but she trusts you because both Stefan and Damon trust you," John said.
"Please, we need your help in getting her to trust us," Isobel insisted.
"No, you what I need is for you two get the hell out of my room before I rip your hearts out of your chests," Staine slightly shouted.
They waited for a moment and Isobel got up and came closer to her, "Please…she's my daughter. Everything I did was for Elena."
"Please, help us," John said.
Satine's face softened as she heard the sincerity in their voices as they pleaded with her. She nodded at them and said, "Fine. I can try. I'll be at the Gillbert house tomorrow and I'll try to convince Elena, but lets' get one thing clear," she leaned in and whispered in Isobel's ear, "I will not force her to do anything she doesn't want to do. If you betray her or any of the people she cares for then I will hunt you down and tear your muscles apart and then once you heal I'll do it over and over and over again until it's just to much for you to take anymore and you beg me to kill you. I'll just say to you, 'Death would be too kind.'"
Isobel shivered and she held in the fear, but in her eyes you could tell that she was scared of her. In Satine's eyes she made sure that had honesty in them and that she meant what she said because she never gave empty threats to anyone…not even Damon or Elijah.
Isobel nodded. "Agreed."
"Thank you," John said. "There is something you should know as well."
Satine's eyebrows knitted in confusion as he gave a nod to Isobel and she said, "There were these rumors flying around that you are alive."
"When did you find these sorts of rumors out?" she asked.
"A few days ago," Isobel said.
"Which means that anyone who wants to get in favor with Klaus or on his good side is going to be lining up to capture you and give you to Klaus," John said.
"Don't tell anyone this," she told them, "Not Elena, Damon, Stefan, Katerina, no one else must know of this."
"Why not?" Isobel asked intriguingly.
"Because they'll try to protect me, but I don't want to be saved…I never did," Satine said. "Elijah always forced me or even compelled me to run. I even became a ripper to try and get Klaus's attention, but each time I left a body out, Elijah would just come in and cover it up."
"Please, tell me you didn't make up Jack the Ripper and it wasn't actually you who was causing all those murders," John asked.
She rolled her eyes. "Please, I knew him, but some of his less messy victims were mine. I had a very dark past when I was a newborn vampire. Damon changed that for me though and so did Stefan as a friend. So they'll try to protect me from my fate, but I never wanted to run in the first place."
"Elijah was in love with you…wasn't he," Isobel said with a smirk.
Satine's facial expressions turned cold and she said, "I think you both need to leave. Now."
They both gave each other a look and then they left without another glance at her or another word. She sighed and took off her heels and sat on the sofa with a huff. She curled her toes to make them crack.
As she fell asleep, she finally relaxed. She didn't care that she was still in her clothes or that she had no blanket. She just wanted to rest and sleep until the morning came and she would have to go to Elena's house and convince her to trust her scheming and not faithful birth parents.
Tomorrow must be the start of my Hell then, she thought coldly in the back of her mind.
~Fin~
