Fool For Love

A fic by: Jen

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I own none of TVD characters, though you all know I wish I owned Damon! ;)

A/N: I want to say thank you so much to all of you who've followed this fic so religiously. I also want to give a shout out to some of my BtVS buddies who've followed me here. If ANY of you love Angelus and Buffy together, you simply have to read frosty600's fics. She's amazing. Also to Lia (ashes at midnight) she has some great B/A and a very cute Buffy/Liam fic. My good friend, Vixangel and Jaymartinez also have some really great B/A fics out there. Just in case any of you are interested… Also, for some VERY hot D/E fics, check out 'Georgia on my Mind' by Meredith girl, ''Guilty Pleasure' and 'You Know You Crave a Little' by Shari79, 'A Deep But Dazzling Darkness' by LaiRaye, 'I Now Pronounce You Mr and Mrs. Damon Salvatore' by xXAnime AquamarineXx, and "A Matter of Trust' by clandestinewords. Those are just the ones I've read that have some wicked hot smut—there are a ton of very good D/E writers here, but you all know me—I'm a smut hound, so that's what I look for the most!! lol!

Anyhow, I just wanted to give a shout out to some of these very talented people and say thank you again to all of you--it means to me that you R&R. Really, the fedback inspires me to write more. Okay, okay, before I get carried away and melt into a pile of Jenna-goo, enough of my chatter and on with the DElena fun! Right?? :) :) :)

xoxo

Jen


Chappie 8

Salvatore Boarding house: Damon's room.

He stared down at her for what seemed an eternity. He wanted to let her in, but making love wasn't something Damon understood, at least not recently. Maybe not ever, he amended. Elena was so different than anything he'd ever felt—even with Katherine. With Elena it was mutual—give and take. Katherine had always only taken, so this reciprocated mutual love thing was new to him.

He interlocked their fingers as he poised himself above her, ready to at least try and give her what she wanted. "Elena, look at me," he demanded softly. She raised her eyes to his and Damon swallowed hard at the love and trust shining in those deep, chocolate colored eyes. He nuzzled her neck and his penis nudged her swollen core, it was a reminder of how good they felt to one another and they both moaned at the contact. Damon paused when she tried to pull him into her. He wanted it to be real. He wanted her to know how he felt before he was inside her. "I love you," he whispered softly. "I've never loved anyone like I love you—never," he said and with those words he entered her with a gentle thrust of his hips.

He waited for the fireworks, or the paralyzing fear, but when no dulcet choir of little birdies went off and he didn't feel like he was being suffocated, he realized saying 'I love you' wasn't this huge thing. It was actually kind of easy; maybe because it was Elena. She definitely made him crazy and she was, by far, the best sex of his un-life. But then again it might be that he simply couldn't deny it anymore. He was head over heels in love with her. Damon stopped over-analyzing. Whatever the reason, when he brushed her hair back from her face she looked so happy, he felt better for having said it.

Elena was happy. He'd said that with more feeling than she'd ever heard in his voice and it thrilled her to the point that her toes had curled with pleasure. He'd said he loved her, but never like that. It was so intense. She too expected it to be some "cha-ching' moment. In the movies some dramatic music would have started at that second, but here in his bed, no symbols crashed. There was no 'dun-dun-duh' cinema phonic flair. It was just a declaration of love from a man—well, vampire to his lover and she treasured it for it's simplicity and realness. "I love you too," she replied, cupping his face in her hands tenderly. "I've never loved anyone like this either—not anyone, Damon."

They didn't need to say the names of their previous lovers. They knew who each of them was referring too and while Stefan and Katherine still had a hold on residual emotions, they no longer held a place in bed with them. There was no guilt or desire to share this special place with ghosts or boyfriends of the past. In bed, it was simply Damon and Elena—and the love they were finally openly admitting.

Elena ran her hands into his thick dark hair as they kissed for several moments, until finally his lack of movement was starting to make her squirm under him. "Damon," she whined, "I need you. Please...move…" she demanded huskily, wrapping her legs around him and tilting her hips to receive his thrusts.

He pulled her thigh up higher on his waist and began a deep, steady rhythm. Their eyes locked and held. Elena swore she could see her soul in his eyes. Damon knew he saw heaven in hers as they made love for the first time. This wasn't sex—it wasn't fucking. Damon knew the difference. He leaned down and kissed her as he sped up his movement imperceptibly. Elena arched under him, matching him thrust for thrust as he brought her higher and higher up the peak. She knew what was waiting for her now and was eager to have it again.

"Damon please!" she gasped, clutching at the hard muscles of his back. She ran her hands up and down his back, scoring the flesh there with her nails as she got closer and closer to her climax. "Yes-yes—right there!" she gasped, digging her nails in so hard he winced and growled when the smell of his own blood filled his nostrils.

"Elena," he panted, pounding into her, the finesse he usually had gone now that his blood was surrounding him with its scent.

Elena tilted her head to the side. "Do it," she moaned, dragging his face to the pulse pumping away in her neck. Her belly clenched and her inner walls fluttered at the thought of his teeth and cock in her at the same time. She gave a little growl of need and pressed his face close again. "Please…' she added, a hint of desperateness in her voice.

"I told you you'd crave it," he said, face changing.

Elena had no intention of getting into an 'I told you so' conversation. "I do—so what? You want it—I want it. It's perfect, so do it already," she demanded.

He chuckled. "God damn, I love you, Elena," he purred and lapped at her neck for a second before sinking his fangs in. He barely sipped, but it was enough to send them both over the edge.

They cried out simultaneously, clinging to one another as they came with a *bang*. Elena's nails dug into his shoulders as her body exploded and tiny pinpoints of bright sparkly lights danced behind her eyelids. Damon groaned, forcing himself to only sip as she pulsed around him so tightly, his eyes rolled. His body jerked and he shot jets of warm cum into her. It was a surreal, highly erotic experience and they both savored it.

Damon lapped at the wound, purring in utter contentment as she ran her hands up and down his back. "That was—"

"Amazing," Elena supplied, sighing when he levered himself off her.

He flipped over and made a *whew* sound as he stretched out on his bed. "You, my dear Elena, are going to be the second death of me," he teased, winking at her.

She folded her arms on his chest and rested her chin there. "I'd never let that happen—I'd bring you back," she said softly.

He blinked at her. The conversation had gone from teasing to serious in 0.1 seconds. "I'd never leave you," he responded.

Elena was content with that. She brushed a kiss across his lips. "You better not—remember you already owe me your life, don't make me have to hunt you down to repay the debt. Your mine," she said, but there was a hint of seriousness there that told Damon she wasn't entirely joking around.

It turned him on. He lifted her to straddle his waist. "Why don't you show me how I'm yours," he challenged.

Elena gave him a smirk that was sweetly indecent as she took hold of his cock in her hand as if she really did own it. "Okay," she said rising to his challenge.

Damon closed his eyes and let her have her way with him—he couldn't wait to see what Elena would do when he got out the silk scarves, handcuffs and nipple clamps—judging from the little bit of Dom personality he was seeing here, he had a feeling she might try and use them on him—it made him even harder and he knew he'd let her, but, he reminded himself, only if he got to used them on her first.

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Outside the Salvatore Boarding House:

Halfway up the drive, Katherine cut the engine of the Ferrari and hauled Stefan out. She wanted to surprise Damon and driving up in her sports car would ruin that. With quiet stealth she got inside the boarding house without alerting Damon to her presence, but as soon as she was inside, she realized why. The moans and sighs coming from upstairs gave her the answer—he was otherwise disposed with Elena.

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Upstairs:

Damon froze as he thought he heard the front door. "Did you hear that?" he asked.

Elena was drunk on the power of having his amazing body under her to do with as she wanted for a change and shook her head, too lost in the daze of passion to care about anything but the incredible sensations that were starting to churn in her belly as she bounced on his cock.

All too quickly, Damon became distracted by the same thing and within moments they were riding the wave of ecstasy again, shouting each others' names as they came together again.


Katherine made a moue of distaste as she overheard her former lover shout another woman's name as he got off. After that she was less than kind to Stefan as she dragged him down the stairs, not really caring if his head bounced along every step or not. Her boys loved another. Katherine was not pleased. After securing Stefan in a room in the basement, Katherine returned to the main house. She could hear them giggling up there, and the sound of their laughter nearly made her eyes nearly cross in fury. She poured herself a healthy dose of bourbon as she decided how to play this. She sipped her drink, taking note of how the place had barely changed in over a hundred years when she suddenly realized it had gotten awfully quiet upstairs. She paused, listening and growled when the moaning started again, she couldn't take it anymore. She shot down the rest of her drink in one gulp. This simply had to stop, she thought to herself crossing the room towards the staircase that led to the upper floors.

With cat-like grace Katherine crept up the stairs, following the sounds of lovemaking to Damon's room. Silently, she opened the door and stood in the doorway, taking a moment to admire the view. The sheet was pooled around his hips and she watched the lean, hard muscles in his back, bunch and ripple as he thrust inside the girl under him. He was a wild thing in bed, she hadn't forgotten that and she licked her lips at the sight of his powerful body. He was just as beautiful as she remembered, maybe even more so with all the energy she could feel flowing through him. The couple in the bed was so into each other they didn't realize they weren't alone anymore, and that more than anything angered Katherine like nothing else could. He didn't sense her. It was as if she wasn't important to him anymore. This Elena creature had his entire attention and that would never, ever do.

"Mmmmm, you know? I think I'm jealous" she said striding into the room.

Damon froze. He'd gone from heaven to a suspended state of disbelief in less than a second flat. He glanced over his shoulder, stunned to the very marrow of his being to see Katherine standing there. "What the…?" he stammered, staring at his ex-lover in shock. He noticed Katherine's eyes glittered with malice as they landed on Elena. It was his worst nightmare come to fruition. "What are you doing here?" he asked quietly, rolling off Elena, but putting his body between his current lover and his ex, shielding Elena from Katherine's hateful glare. Damon tried to gather his scattered wits. He was at a disadvantage, naked and in bed with Elena in this situation, but even had he been fully clothed and ready for her, Katherine was older and far stronger than he was. She could tear him apart if she chose. What the hell was he going to do? Katherine smirked and it sent chills down Damon's spine and he swore if his heart beat, it would be pounding—and not in the happy-joy kind-a way he would have felt if this had happened a month ago.

Elena was faring no better. Seeing Katherine standing there, especially in such an intimate moment had tilted her world upside down. It was eerily like looking into a mirror and while seeing her picture had alerted Elena to the fact that they looked exactly alike, nothing could have prepared her for Katherine in the flesh. They walked the same, their laughter was identical, even their voices had the same timbre and pitch. Katherine was exactly like an evil twin and it gave Elena a distinct case of the creeps.

Katherine raised a brow at the way Damon protected the little mortal. "Why are you hiding her, love? You're not scared of me, are you?" she asked, batting her lashes at him, coming closer and closer with each unhurried step.

Damon felt suffocated. Like he was trying to breathe again, but couldn't. "Of course I am," he shot back, making sure to keep his body in between Elena and Katherine. "This isn't a social call. You want something—so what brings you to Mystic Falls—it can't be the night life, I heard New York is so much better this time of year, right?" he asked, leaning back, almost laying on top of Elena when Katherine stopped next to the bed.

She reached out and ran a finger down his cheek. "You kept tabs on me—how sweet."

Damon swallowed, while Elena gave him a strange look at that statement. "Did you?" she asked, looking as jealous as she sounded.

Damon gave her a 'Do you really think now is the time for this talk' look and Elena shot him a glare just as Katherine ran her thumb along his lower lip. "What if I were to tell you, I came back for you," the vampiress said softly. He yanked his head away with a snort and Katherine's brows drew down. "You don't believe me," she said with an exaggerated pout.

Elena popped her head around Damon's shoulder and gave the other woman a disbelieving glare. "He might've had you showed up oh…a hundred years ago—or even last month!" she huffed, incensed that the bitch thought she could just pop in and Damon would come a-runnin. Elena closed her eyes and gave a brief prayer that her faith in him was well put.

Damon pushed Elena behind him again, ignoring her indignant gasp at being pushed aside. He'd take her anger, it was better than having Katherine focus her wrath on her. He got his ex love's attention again by flashing his 'devil-may-care' smirk and rolling his eyes dramatically. "You don't want me, Katherine. You just don't want anyone else to have me."

She shrugged. "Whatever—same thing." She peered around his body and raised a brow. "I figured you wouldn't stay single forever, but really—did you have to settle for a pathetic human version of me?"

Elena could feel the rage pouring off the creature standing before her. Katherine was not happy to be replaced. She felt Damon's body tense and clutched at his shoulders, willing him not to do anything stupid.

Damon ignored her. His biggest concern was for Elena. He needed her out of here safely. "So what's your plan, love? Roll back into town and take up where we left off?" he asked as he got out of bed, unmindful of his nudity, everyone here had seen him naked, no need to be shy now. "Where's Stefan?" he asked as he pulled his jeans on. "Wait, let me guess—tied up somewhere?" he asked, flashing a semblance of his teasing grin.

Elena saw through it—he was scared. She'd never seen Damon really frightened, so it was a new experience.

Katherine giggled. "A little, but he's not hurt—at least not yet," she added.

Damon sighed. Katherine always did like playing games. He didn't have it in him today. Within seconds he was dressed and ready to leave. His eyes met Elena's and for a spilt second she saw regret there before they shuttered and the snarky look he used to sport constantly took its place. "Well, this has been…fun, but I gotta go." He grabbed Katherine's hand and pulled her to him. "I missed you," he whispered softly, dipping his head and kissing her with a tenderness that made Elena feel sick.

Katherine looped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with a voracity that had Elena going from nausea to teeth gnashing fury in less than a second.

"Damon, don't do this," Elena said, praying he was trying to protect her with this display. The actions looked so forced on Damon's part; Elena couldn't believe Katherine was falling for it.

Damon shrugged. "Don't what?" He paused. "Everything I've done…I did for her," he said, twirling one of Katherine's curls around his finger. "I love her—always have. You knew that from the get go so don't get all clingy on me now. Just go home—back to your normal little pathetic life," he said softly.

Katherine looked from Damon to Elena and back again. Her eyes narrowed on his face. He was lying and it pissed her off. "Nice speech, but why don't I believe you?" she said right before she tossed him across the room. Damon bounced off his bookshelf, sending books, papers and his body falling to the floor with a crash.

He jumped back up. "Run Elena!" he shouted and cut Katherine off when she went to make a grab for Elena.

Elena had scurried back on the bed when Katherine had attacked him. She heard Damon tell her to run, but she was frozen, pressed against the headboard as Katherine blurred across the room, grabbing Damon by the throat so fast it made her eyes cross. "Silly boy—I made you, do you really think you can take me—or fool me?" she snarled, lifting him up in the air with one hand. She shook him like a rag doll. "I could rip you apart—limb from limb without breaking a sweat!" With that she sent him flying again. Damon smashed into the wall with a thud and fell to the floor. Katherine was on him in an instant. "How dare you try and trick me to save her!" she growled, kicking him in the ribs hard enough to make his body sail across the room again.

Seeing Damon being beaten finally snapped Elena out of her stupor. "Stop it, you're killing him!" she cried, grabbing the sheet and wrapping it around her body. Elena rushed across the room to kneel at Damon's prone body. "Damon—can you hear me?" she asked gently, brushing back a lock of his hair so she could see his face. His eye was already swollen shut and she bit her lip. "Damon?"

"How…disgustingly sweet," Katherine snapped. "I thought Stefan was the one who craved the vanilla, Damon—not you!"

Damon opened his good eye and glared at Elena as she picked his head off the floor and cradled it to her breast. "What part of run gave you the trouble?" he growled, pulling away from her and struggling to his knees. "I don't need your help," he said pushing Elena away from him, "get out of here…now."

Elena hesitated. "Damon—"

Furious and terrified simultaneously, Damon shoved her away from him hard enough to send her skidding across the floor. "Go—vamoose. We fucked—it was hot, but I'm done, now get out of here, God dammit!" he shouted, getting right into Elena's face when he did so.

In tears Elena got to her feet. She grabbed her clothes and ran for the door, but Katherine was there to stop her. "Leaving—so soon?" the vampiress said in a sing-song voice, her eyes as deadly as a viper as she blocked Elena's only path of escape. "Oh no, I don't think so. He may be done, but I've only just started…"

Elena stumbled back a step and Damon's body froze as fear grabbed his heart in a vice. "Don't," he said, very close to begging. "I'll go wherever you want—do whatever you want…just…" He swallowed hard. "Just leave Elena alone."

Katherine turned on him in a snit. "How self sacrificing of you," she snarled, her eyes raking him from head to toe. "Who are you?" she snapped. "Where's the wicked lover I left behind? Did I fall into an alternate universe where you're the good guy now?"

While this was going on, Elena took the moment to drag her jeans on under the sheet. With some finagling she managed to pull one of Damon's t-shirts on too while Katherine and Damon were having a silent battle of wills. It hit Katherine then and her eyes narrowed. Elena's breath caught, the vampiress looked furious as she stalked Damon. "You really love this little twit, don't you?" He didn't reply, but Katherine's patience had run out. She grabbed him by the face and kissed him before she yanked his head to the side and buried her fangs in his neck. Damon moaned softly as she gulped at him, draining him to the point where his strength gave out and he sank to his knees clutching her weakly as drank.

"Stop!" Elena screamed, rushing forward as Damon's eyes rolled and he lost consciousness as Katherine fed off him.

Katherine dropped him. Her eyes glittered fiercely as she flashed bloody fangs wickedly, before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Mmmmm, he's still so…tasty," she said with a smirk before her face hardened. "And he's mine! I made him and I can kill him if I want," she said in a deadly soft voice.

Elena felt sick. "Don't—don't kill him."

Katherine's lips turned up. "Of course I'm not going to kill him you silly imbecile—God, what does he see in you?" she muttered as if to herself. She toed Damon's body, sighing. "No, he's far too pretty to kill. I'll make him suffer and then I'll take him back—after he's sufficiently apologized, that is," she said with a giggle. Her eyes darkened and Elena's heart raced when the veiny lines began to appear around Katherine's eyes again. The vampiress tilted her head to the side, watching Elena with an intensity that was chilling. "But I don't see a problem in killing you…"

Those words spurred Elena to action and she searched frantically for a weapon—anything to save herself from becoming this bitch's victim, but Damon didn't exactly have any stakes just lying about in his room. The vampiress was backing Elena into a corner of the room when Stefan attacked her from behind.

"Elena run…now!" he shouted, banging Katherine's head off the floor with every bit of strength he possessed. Katherine snarled in fury and this time Elena didn't hesitate—she ran. She grabbed her purse and car keys, pausing for a second to look at Damon, lying there so pale on the floor. Her heart bled and she wanted to try and take him with her, but he was too big and heavy to move. Elena glanced up just as Katherine tossed Stefan off her and knew she only had mere seconds to escape—with a strangled little sob she left the Salvatore brother's to the mercy of their sire and escaped the boarding house.

She was just starting her car when the door was flung open and Katherine stood there in the doorway. Elena didn't miss the smirk on her twins' face as she peeled out of the driveway. Elena's eyes narrowed in anger. The bitch even waved! Elena searched her purse until she found her phone. She had to take several deep breaths, her hands were shaking so badly she could barely hit the send button, but finally she managed to make the call to the only person she could think of that might be willing to help. It rang twice before it was answered.

"What do you want now?" Anna asked in exasperation. "I thought we agreed to leave each other alone!"

Tears streamed down Elena's cheeks as she gasped, "Anna—it's Elena. Katherine's back! She has Damon and Stefan! Please—I wouldn't ask, but I need your help."

Ana felt a cold knot of dread. Katherine was a selfish bitch—no one needed her making trouble again. "Shit! Anna growled. "I'll tell my mother, she'll know what to do," she said and gave Elena directions to the farmhouse where she, her mother and a few other vampires who'd escaped the tomb had found sanctuary.


Katherine hummed softly as she readied the room. First she stripped Stefan's shirt off, running her hand along the muscles she found there. She glanced at Damon, laying on the table off to her right. She sighed. Both brothers were gorgeous—she'd never really been able to choose, though in the sex-capades-dept, Damon was the brother she enjoyed most. He could take her body to staggering heights of sheer pleasure, but secretly she'd preferred Stefan. He was the good brother and it had given her the added thrill of corrupting him while she seduced him.

She walked over to Damon. Had they changed so much since she'd last played with them? Was Damon really the good brother now? Somehow Katherine found that hard to swallow. She sighed as she let her hands reacquaint themselves with Damon's naked chest. He was muscular and lean. She ran her hand over the ridges of muscle across his belly—and so pretty. She'd missed him. She'd missed them both. With another sigh she turned away from them and pulled on the industrial strength gray rubber gloves. She reached into a pail and pulled out a length of wet rope and stopped before Stefan first.

He blinked open his eyes. "Wh-why are you doing this?"

She shrugged. "I'd say this is going to hurt me more than it is you, but well…that'd just be a lie. This is definitely going to hurt you more," she said before wrapping the vervain soaked ropes around his wrists. With a pull of the ropes she had Stefan suspended, his toes a few inches above the ground. She leaned forward and took a little nip at his hard belly before attaching Damon's ropes to the pulley secured in the ceiling and repeating the process. When both brothers were sufficiently secured, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. "There," she said, nodding in satisfaction as she gingerly disposed of the vervain soaked gloves. Damon looked near dead—even for a vampire he was very pale. Katherine realized she might have taken too much earlier. Killing him was not what she had in mind. His body gave her too much pleasure for that. He needed blood. She patted his cheek. "Don't worry darling—everything will be fine," she said almost gently. She grabbed her keys, gave on last glance to her playmates and headed out the door to hunt. She wanted them weak, but not dead—it was almost like old times—feeding her boys. Katherine smiled as she fired up the car and drove into Mystic Falls.

"My name is Elena Gilbert and I've just become the town's biggest bitch!" she said to her reflection in the rear view mirror—laughing with diabolical glee. Maybe this girl looking just like her wasn't going to be such a bad thing after all—whatever Katherine did would be blamed on Elena!

She laughed again. "Oh that's rich!" she chortled as she pulled into the parking lot of a place called The Grille.


Salvatore Boarding House; The basement:

"Damon?" Stefan croaked after she'd left. Damon was still out and Stefan couldn't help but notice the fresh bite mark on the side of his neck. He winced. Katherine had fed on him and it looked painful—not a loving bite. He grunted in pain as he tried to move and the vervain dripped down his arms, burning him as it sapped his strength. "Aaaahggh!" he cried out as he realized what the ropes were doused in. "Bitch!" he hissed, sagging in his bonds.

He swung his body, bouncing against Damon and causing them both to swing from side to side. Damon's head just hung limply, his chin almost resting against his chest and Stefan started to get worried. What the hell had Katherine done to him?! "Damon!" he whispered, trying again to wake his brother, but the elder Salvatore was completely out and Stefan realized he was most likely staying that way until he got some blood in him, and even if Stefan could—the vervain on his wrists prevented him from feeding Damon. Damn! They were well and truly captured. What the hell did she have planned for them? Stefan had a sinking feeling he really didn't want to know…

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A farmhouse outside of town:

Pearl listened as Elena described Katherine's attack. "She's jealous," the vampiress said softly, patting Anna's hand where it rested on her shoulder. "Katherine always was a vain creature, she can't stand that Damon or Stefan might actually prefer you to her." Pearl's eyes were hard as they rested on Elena. "You're in grave danger. She will kill you."

Elena made a scoffing sound. "I kind of got that when she said she was going to kill me! How do I get Damon and Stefan back?"

Pearl shrugged. "She won't let them go easily now that she's decided she wants them again."

Anna made a sound of distress. "Mother, we can't just leave them with her. They came back for us, remember?"

"Katherine won't kill them." She shrugged. "Though she might make them wish they were dead—it depends on a few things." Pearl met Elena's eyes. "Do they love you?"

Elena looked away. "Yes," she admitted.

Pearl sighed. "Then she'll make them pay for that." Pearl glanced at her daughter. "She'll secure them and then she'll feed…" She glanced back to Elena and raised a brow, "and since she looks just like you, I'd expect some wild rumors to start spreading around town about your behavior if I were you," Pearl said, as if it was a matter of fact.

Elena cringed at that. "Great!" she muttered, but that was secondary at this point. She wanted Damon back. She put her hand over her mouth as tears threatened again as she remembered his pale, lifeless body falling to the floor at Katherine's feet. "She drained him. Just sunk her teeth in and gulped him down!"

"She was teaching him a lesson," Pearl said by way of explanation. "It's a vampire thing and I can't explain it to you. We do that sometimes. It's a way of reminding him where he came from—his blood is hers." She shrugged again, "Though with Katherine, you never know because she's such a selfish creature—she may have just wanted to hurt you by letting you see she could take him just like that!" Pearl said, snapping her fingers.

Elena blinked back tears and swallowed. "Well it worked," she said sadly. "So how do we get him back?"

Pearl smiled. "By thinking like she does—and luckily for you, you've come to the only person who really knows how Katherine thinks."


The Grille:

Katherine giggled as she led the boy—Matt outside.

"Elena, where are we going and why did you need to take me out here to talk?" he asked, not comfortable with being alone like this with his ex. He and Caroline had finally started to come to an understanding, the last thing he needed was to have her find him behind the Grille with Elena.

Katherine tossed her hair and gave him a flirtatious smile. "Oh come on, Matt. We both know you want me"

His jaw dropped. "Are you drunk?" he asked staring at her in surprise.

She frowned. This Elena must be really boring, Katherine thought twirling her hair around a finger. "No, just feeling free—is there something wrong with that?" she asked, shimmying right up to him and patting his cheek.

Matt almost tripped over his own feet stumbling back from her. "I don't know what you're on, Elena, but don't play games with me. You know Caroline and I are dating and hitting on me isn't cool!" he snapped, going back into the Grille in a huff.

Katherine pouted for a second; surprised he'd run away like that. "Well, that didn't work," she said and went back inside looking for another victim.


Anna made it to the Grille just as Katherine was leading her latest mark out the back door. She rolled her eyes as she watched the vapid creature work her prey. She really hadn't changed at all in over a hundred years. She always went for young, sexy guys—but when the boy turned and Anna recognized Jeremy, her undead blood ran cold—then hot with fury. Oh no, she isn't, Anna thought to herself, following them.

Jeremy gave his (sister) a strange look. "What is it, Elena?" he asked, trying to put his finger on what was off about her. "If I didn't know you better I'd think you were loaded, but I do, so what's your problem tonight?"

"I'm high on life, sweetie," she said putting her hands on his chest and giving him her best sensual, heavy lidded look that had always had men falling at her feet.

Well it didn't fail this time either. Jeremy did fall at her feet, but not in the way she'd expected--not at all. As a matter of fact, his eyes bulged and he gagged, muttered an 'Oh my God,' before scrambling away from her with such haste that he tripped over his own feet and ended up landing on his butt on the pavement.

Katherine was more than shocked, she was floored. What was with these guys? Men fought to get her attention, yet this little human was looking at her like she was something he'd just stepped in and found repulsive. It was not the reaction Katherine had expected. Her eyes narrowed in anger--well, if she couldn't get him willingly, she'd just rip his pathetic little throat out.

Anna recognized the danger and stepped out of the shadows. Her presence stopped Katherine and the younger vampiress couldn't help it, she smirked, fighting to hold back her laughter at what had just happened. "Is this a private party or can anyone join?"

Katherine turned and her eyes flashed with cold malice. The last thing the older woman wanted was for anyone to see her humiliation. "Well, well…Annabelle, whatever gave you the inclination that I wanted or needed your help here?"

Anna snorted. "Not you," she said dismissively. "Him." She turned to Jeremy. "Are you okay?"

Jeremy glanced from Anna to his (sister). He looked ill. "Um…no, not really," he said keeping his distance from (Elena). His mind was still reeling from the fact that she'd just tried to make a move on him. His stomach cramped. "Can you help me?" he asked, brows scrunching up in confusion. "I kind-a need to get Elena home, but…" He leaned down to whisper in Anna's ear, "I don't really want to be alone with her."

Anna shook her head. "No, you really don't want to have anything to do with her Jeremy--especially inviting her home with you," she whispered back. "Remember what I told you earlier? About vampires?"

Jeremy frowned. "Yeah," he said, a tingle racing up his spine as (Elena) glared at him and her eyes seemed to darken to a dangerous shade of black. He swallowed hard. "Is she?"

Katherine nodded. "Definitely," she said with flourish.

"Is that why she...?" Releived his sister wasn't some sort of pervert, Jeremy began to put it together. All these things started happening when the Salvatore brothers came to town. He glared at Anna. "I know you're not evil, but whoever did this to her is." Jeremy stared at Anna. "Are Damon and Stefan vampires too?"

Anna sighed. She hadn't planned on 'outing' Damon or Stefan, but really, this was Katherine's fault not hers, so they'd just have to take it up with her. "Yes, but this isn't--"

"So was it Damon? Did he turn you?" he asked (Elena) angrily. "And is this what being a vampire is all about, suddenly you hit on your brother?!"

Katherine'e eyes widened as his words registered. She tossed her head back, laughing with wicked delight as she realized why the boy had freaked. Well, at least his reaction wasn't because she'd lost her appeal, that was immensely relieving. Her eyes danced with evil mischief, clearly relishing the mix-up and Jeremy's reaction. She sauntered over to him, hips swaying. "Not quite sugar…but if you want to play kinky with big sister--I'm game."

Jeremy looked like he was about to hurl and Anna shot Katherine a quelling glare before she hastened to explain. "Jer—that isn't your sister."

Torn between utter relief and utter confusion Jeremy rounded on Anna. "Huh? What are you talking about?" he asked shaking his head as if that would make it all make sense.

Katherine gave Anna a smirk. This was going to get complicated now which equaled boredom. "Well, I'll leave you to the explanations then—I'm starved. TTYL," she said airily and headed back inside the Grille.

Anna glared at her departing back. "Bitch!" she muttered under her breath.

"Okay," Jeremy said after she'd left. "Wanna share what the hell is going on? If that wasn't Elena, which..." he amended with a sigh of releif, "I'm totally glad it wasn't because that'd be just..." He made another face, "ugh. Then who was it? And why does she look exactly like my sister?"

"Well, that was Katherine—the vampire that made Damon and Stefan." Jeremy's jaw dropped and Anna nodded. "Yeah, she's that old—older than my mother even. As to why your sister looks like her is anyone's guess. I'd say they're related somehow, but no one knows for sure." She shrugged. "Katherine probably knows, but as you can see, she's not really the sharing type."

Jeremy still looked confused. "This is all so--crazy," he muttered, running his hand through his hair. "Okay, so she made Stefan and Damon, but why is she here?"

"Like I said, she's not really the sharing type and she apparently didn't want to share her 'boys' with your sister—so here she is."

"Do you think she'd hurt Elena?" he asked warily, obviously worried about his sister's safety.

"Elena's with my mother—we'll protect her from Katherine."

"Take me to her," he said and Anna agreed.

Katherine watched them leave. They'd been speaking low, but she'd heard every word. So Pearl was going to protect the little bitch was she? We'll see about that. The corner of her mouth turned up giving her dainty beauty a dangerous edge. Her eyes sparkled and she chuckled huskily at the showdown to come. Her laughter caught the attention of several young men by the pool tables.

"Hey Elena," one called out, "wanna play?"

Katherine turned, tossed her mane of hair over her shoulder and batted her lashes at him flirtatiously. "Definitely," she purred, sauntering over to the tables like the predator she was. The boys glanced at each other, elbowing one another and jostling each other out of the way for the next round of pool. It was a testosterone fueled display of immature youth trying to get the girls attention, and one Katherine was very familiar with.

She studied the boys like a lioness looking over a herd of gazelle—she just had to cull the herd a little. "I think I'll pick you," she said with a flirtatious smile, leading him away from his friends.

The boy's chest puffed out and he shot his friends a smirk as he followed her lead. Within moments Katherine had her meal and a few extras for her 'boys'. She put her 'snacks' in the trunk of Damon's Camaro. The best part was if anyone asked who was with these boys last—it'd be sweet little Elena Gilbert—who'd suspect her of being a killer?

Katherine hopped into the front seat of the car, fired up the big engine and headed back to the boarding house. Once she'd fed her pets—they could spend the rest of the night apologizing. Katherine wet her lips in anticipation. She already had several, very pleasurable ideas in mind on how they could make this up to her.


Salvatore House:

Katherine was unloading the last of the boys' bodies in the basement of the boarding house when Stefan awakened again. He raised his head wearily, watching in disbelief as Katherine floated down the stairs carrying a body. He noticed a few others lying on a table and his eyes widened. "What are you doing? The town council is still active! You're going to get them looking for vampires again!" he tried to shout it, but it came out more as a hoarse grunt.

Katherine made a *tsk-tsk* sound. "No, they'll be questioning Elena as to what happened to these boys, so don't worry—you're safe."

Stefan's eyes rounded even more. "Is that supposed to comfort me?" he spat, stunned at her arrogance.

"God, you really are in love with the little twit too, aren't you?" She shook her head, sending her brown curls flying. "Really—Damon clinging to my twin isn't surprising, but you too?" She made a face. "That girl is giving me a headache!"

Stefan wisely decided to not say anything else about Elena. Katherine was volatile—selfish to the extreme and if she seriously saw Elena as a threat to her desires, she'd have no qualms in eliminating that threat in whatever brutal fashion she so chose. "So what's with the happy meals?" he said instead, getting her attention off Elena. "I don't do human anymore, Katherine. A lot has changed since you abandoned us," he said, reminding her she'd left them, not the other way around.

Katherine waved a hand. "Then you must be starved," she said with a grin. She grabbed one of the boys and bit into his wrist. His blood flowed freely and Stefan felt a grumble in his belly. He ignored it, pushing the craving away with practiced ease. Katherine wasn't to be deterred. She shrugged off her top, drank some of the boy, then used her fingers to rub the blood across her chest and the tops of her breasts that filled out her demi-bra to the point of overflowing. Stefan felt his mouth water. No matter that she was cold and calculating—she was so beautiful his eyes burned and she had blood all over her. He felt his cheeks huff as struggled to quash the need to taste that bloodied flesh.

She danced up to him, nearly skipping as she sensed his turmoil. "You know you want it," she said in a sing-song voice. "Just one little taste—what'll it hurt. No one will ever even have to know," she said, pushing her hair back and offering her body up to him.

Stefan's face was changing and he clenched his eyes shut to blot out her enticing image. "No," he panted in a strangled whisper. "I won't…do it."

But his fangs had sprouted and Katherine knew she was close to getting to him. She unhooked the bra and smeared the blood across her breasts, pulling on her nipples lightly as she soaked them in blood. She glanced up at him, noticed his eyes riveted on her and smirked. "Sure you don't want just a little taste?" she asked with a little smile. She pushed her bloodied breasts together making a horrific cleavage for most, but to a vampire—it was heavenly.

Stefan groaned. He turned away, swallowing hard as saliva filled his mouth at her provocative pose. "Stop," he said, nearly pleading as his inner desires threatened to overcome his conscious morality.

"I will after you give in," she said, rubbing his lower lip with her bloody thumb.

"Same old Katherine," Damon said softly, having woken up when the scent of blood had filled the room, "always yearning to turn Saint Stefan into a monster—he's not your monster, lover—that was me, remember?" he growled, face shifting as the blood hit his needy senses with the force of a Mack truck.

Stefan had started to suckle at her fingers when Damon spoke. "You I'm seriously pissed at so I'd be quiet if I were you," she snapped and went back to feeding Stefan.

Damon watched as his brother vamped out and Katherine brought his face to her breasts. Stefan half groaned/half growled as he suckled at her nipples greedily, lapping at the blood with a hunger Damon could easily understand. That wasn't what bothered him. What bothered the hell out of him was that Katherine looked so much like Elena in those clothes that it was easy to see her as Elena right then and that seriously made Damon feel sick and enraged at the same time. His eyes glittered fiercely and Katherine grinned, mistakenly believing he was jealous—which he was, but not of her.

"Want some?" she asked sweetly, swaying over to him.

"I'll take mine straight from the tap," he said with a smirk—motioning to the boy lying on the table.

She slapped him—hard. "You'll get nothing if you continue this little game of yours Damon!" she snapped and grabbed her shirt. She shrugged it on, patted Stefan on the cheek and kissed him. "Good boy," she said softly before glaring at Damon and leaving them alone.

Stefan seemed to snap out of it as soon as she was gone. "God, what did I do?" he moaned softly, ashamed and showing it.

Damon rolled his eyes. He was starving—needed the blood and right then he could have cared less if Stefan had sank his fangs in the kid's neck himself. "Get over it—she offered you something more tempting than Bambi, alright?" he licked his lips as he stared at the bodies. "We need to get out of here—that means we need to feed. Can you get free? You got some blood in you now?"

Stefan shook his head. "Can't you feel it?" Damon raised a brow and Stefan sighed. "Maybe because you're already drained it isn't affecting you as badly—the ropes are dripping in vervain."

Damon nodded. "I was hoping that was just the cast off from the little farm Zack had growing down here." Damon tried to move—found he couldn't even offer a token of strength and sighed. "I got nothing. It's up to you this time, bro. You need to get her to let us go—or at least let us feed."

Stefan snorted. "Me? It's you she seems pissed off at the most—it's you she wants, not me."

Damon rolled his eyes. "You really are blind, aren't you?" Stefan glared at him, but Damon didn't have the time to be gentle. The time had come for blunt honesty—even if it hurt his ego. "She's pissed at me because I wasn't pining for her when she returned—" He paused and made a disgusted face. "Which I was, up until a month ago—"

"But now you're not because of Elena," Stefan interjected, not at all happy to be reminded of Damon's new-found relationship with his love.

Damon heaved a sigh. "Um…yeah, but let's not dwell on the why's okay?" he said. "The fact is I always had to fight—rock Katherine's world in bed just to get her attention…" His mercurial aqua colored eyes met Stefan's gaze head on. "All you had to do was walk into the room, brother. She always preferred you—you just never saw it." Stefan looked stunned, but Damon wasn't through. "That's why I hated you—wanted to hurt you…" Damon's voice was soft, husky even as he said, "you had what I wanted so badly, and then you gave her up without even fighting to save her."

Stefan made a snorting sound. "Now you have what I wanted more than anything…" The younger Salvatore shook his head weakly. "Ironic, isn't it?"

Damon tried to shrug, couldn't and just gave a wry smile instead. "Better. Isn't life grand?" His smile faded when he noticed Stefan looking angry. "Okay, before you get your thong in a bunch—back to Katherine," he reminded Stefan of the dire situation they found themselves in. "She's going to torture us, you know that right?" Stefan nodded. "Then you need to use your 'Super-Stefan' powers to get her to let us out of these ropes so we can feed."

He rolled his eyes at the 'Super-Stefan-powers' comment, but when he realized what Damon was referring to he shook his head as vigorously as he could manage. "I can't. I'm not feeding on those kids, Damon. I won't do it."

"Always the moral little judge, aren't you?" he said it as a snarky comment, rather than a question. His lip curled. "You know, I didn't see you getting all high and mighty a few minutes ago when you were sucking that kids' blood off Katherine's tits!" Damon snapped. "Jeez, not everything is about how you feel about it Stefan!" Damon made a face and clenched his jaw. "And they call me narcissistic!" he added sarcastically, glaring at Stefan. "Can't you just shove that moral little conscience of yours wherever it was a few minutes ago and do this? We have to get the hell out of here and Katherine won't trust me to get free. You know that!"

Stefan seemed to think about it—a little too long for Damon's impatient personality and the older Salvatore was opening his mouth to berate his brother again when Stefan nodded slowly. "Okay, I'll do it, but you have to promise whatever happens here tonight stays here—you won't tell Elena any of it." Damon rolled his eyes with dramatic flair, but Stefan was adamant. "I mean it Damon, if you don't give me your word we'll just have to hang here until Katherine decides to have pity on us and release us or she kills us. Your choice," he said quietly.

"Do you honestly think I live to tell Elena all the things you do that would freak her out?"

Stefan simply raised a brow and Damon gave a smirk as he had to admit to that being a partial truth. "Okay, so I do take particular joy in making you look bad, but this is a little more hairy—life or death than you raiding the fridge for my stash of O pos, wouldn't you say?"

"Definitely," Stefan agreed, "but I still want you to promise."

"Fine," Damon said exasperatedly. "I promise. Hell, I'd pinky swear it to you if I could, but I'm a little tied up at the moment," he added, his voice heavy with sarcasm.

Stefan didn't comment, instead he raised a brow at his brother and asked, "So, any ideas on how to get her back down here?"

Damon gave Stefan a devilish grin before opening his mouth and yelling, "Oooh Katherinnne—we're oh so ready to apologize…" He frowned. "Well, Stefan is," he said under his breath. He winked at his brother who was staring at him as if he'd lost his mind. "Any chance of a meal down here, sweetheart?

Stefan just shook his head at Damon's antics. "You don't seriously think that's—" His words screeched to a halt when she suddenly appeared.

"Did I hear you say you were ready to apologize?" She sauntered closer, smirking at them both. "How much and how often?" she asked, licking her lips audaciously.

"I'm hungry," Stefan said, taking his cue from Damon.

Katherine narrowed her eyes. "Nice try, Damon, but I know it's you who really needs to feed and it's you who I want to see beg for my forgiveness," she snapped at him, still livid he'd actually attacked her in order to save his little human, she conveniently forgot Stefan had too. She expected that behavior from him, but not Damon. He was supposed to have been over-joyed at her return.

Stefan gave Damon an 'I told you so' look, but Damon simply smiled. He'd expected her to see through that. "I'll beg. I'll feed and kill, then I'll fuck you until your eyes bleed—when has that ever been a problem, Kat?" he asked with a grin. "But Stefan here…" He nodded his head at his brother. "He's always been the little moral censure reminding all us bad vampires that feeding off humans is reprehensible…" He paused, waiting for her interest to pique and when it did, he leaned forward as much as his bonds would allow. "Well, I gotta hand it to you, after that little taste you gave him earlier…he's ready to take a trip to the wild side." Damon said in a stage whisper. He gave Katherine a winning smile. "Didn't think you'd want to pass up the opportunity to be the one to lead him down that path," he said with a wink that told her he was going to enjoy it as much as she was.

She studied him intently, but she couldn't see any subterfuge in his bright blue eyes. Damon looked absolutely thrilled Stefan was caving. She smiled. "Fine, but you get to stay here, love—just until I know you're not playing some kind of game"

Damon nodded, but his mouth was watering at the smell of blood that was still on her even though she'd washed it off and was dressed again. "Can I—you know—have a little snack while I wait?"

Katherine grinned. "You both can," she said; ready to put Stefan's new found freedom to the test right away.

Damon gave Stefan a look that said clearly 'don't fuck this up' before he bit in to the flesh of the kid Katherine offered up to him. He drained the boy quickly, feeling some of his strength returning almost immediately. He smacked his lips. "I'd lick my fingers, but with the vervain—well that's just defeat the purpose right?' he teased, before frowning at Stefan who still hadn't partaken.

Finally Stefan swallowed hard, closed his eyes so he wouldn't remember the boys face and bit in. His senses exploded as fresh, hot blood flooded his moth. He growled deeply and tore in deeper, losing control as human blood; hot alive human blood hit his taste buds for the first time in more years than he could count. Katherine pulled the boy away when he was drained, but Stefan snarled at her and tried to gulp more.

"Frisky boy," she teased and got him another. Damon's eyes widened and he frowned as Stefan tore into the next guys' throat and quickly drained him too. Katherine clapped her hands in glee, but Damon had a feeling this was going to have far more repercussions than just keeping the news from Elena.

Shit, he thought to himself, what have I unleashed here?

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***Okay guys, hope you liked this newest chappie…I'm actually going to incorporate the newer episodes in this fic…BTW: I know that Jeremy just found out about vampires and all that, but it worked here so in MY little world he already knew, okay? I also haven't had Elena find out about Damon and her mother—which she will, but I'm not sure how I'm going to deal with the fact that Damon has "slept" with Katherine, Isobel and now Elena--that's three generations of Elena or her relatives! Yikes! So, I think I'll just gloss over the he "did" her mother part--or maybe it'll cause them strife--haven't really decided yet. But I can promise love does conquer all—if I wanted cannon and unhappy endings I'd have never started writing B/A fan fic nor would I be re-writing TVD either. Right? Right! So in my fics I like the big happy with the red bow on it too—just an FYI. :)

Okay, you know the drill…click that button, feed the little beastie and she'll flood my brain with inspiration! Yay and then we'll all be happy! ;) :) :)

Oh and btw: The scene with Katherine and Jeremy is dedicated to twinkiecat--you gave me the idea babe to make it all it could be, and I simply had to go back and re-write that scene! lol! I hope you like it! :) :)

hugs,

Jen