The man just smirked and motioned for him to leave.
"Just remember, Damon, that I warned you."
Damon stormed out, down the stairs in fury. He left and decided that he would be with Elena, no matter what the old man said.
Katherine walked down the stairs of the sleek, modern mansion in Los Angeles, wiping her bloody cheeks on her sleeve. She had come in the night, taking his life. He had told Damon too much but now he had paid his dues.
Now that she had completed her duty, she returned to her hotel suite, where a dozen of dazed men lay on carpeted floor who were about to be drained and disposed of. She'd take them slowly, one by one, into the bedroom, where she would seduce them and then slowly kill them draining them of their blood.
Katherine pulled the first man to his feet, compelling him to do whatever she told him to. She gave him a teasing look, and gestured to him to follow her into the bedroom, he with his desperate looks of want. She smiled at him and pulled him into her room, licking her lips.
After the first one, Katherine knew that she had had enough blood; her face was glowing with health. She thought of the Salvatore brothers, sweet Stefan with his innocence, and dangerous
Damon, who was a threat to all the things that she had been trying to hide from the world.
As if on cue, the door opened and Damon walked in, with a smile on his face.
"Hello Katherine. I've been looking for you." Damon took a step closer and she jumped up from the bed and skipped over to him like a little girl. She flung her arms around him and winked at him.
"Damon," she purred, "it's been way to long." She kissed him square on the face and he jerked back much to her dismay.
"Yes, it has…" Damon said as he pushed her into a wall in a blur, lips locked. Katherine sighed in pleasure. He pulled back and began to hug her with incredible strength
It felt right and both of their bodies were moving in motion as they tangled together. Damon spoke to her,
"Mistress, are you enjoying this?" But something wasn't right about his voice. "I am…" It was definitely not Damon's voice.
Katherine jerked up in bed, hitting one of the men who was on top of her in the stomach. She grabbed him by his hair and shoved his head against the wall and swiftly broke his spine.
Katherine slid down against the wall, a tear escaping the corner of her lapis lazuli left eye. It had all been a dream, and Damon was probably still in Mystic Falls, not ever even thinking about her. She held her head in her hands and sobbed.