Note: Okay…so maybe I lied. I went back to a Damon POV. You guys like it…right? Well here's another one, since I want to keep the Katherine suspense a bit on the roll. Sorry it takes me ages to upload…I feel really bad. I hope you guys like this chapter. Thank you so much for the lovely reviews, you guys are just GREAT! 3 Love! Did anyone dig the Kason kiss? I seriously did not. Heard about it…wish I didn't…
. Damon .
Mystic Falls, Present Day
It wasn't a new feeling, the feeling of unhappiness. It was a feeling Damon had grown accustomed to. It was a feeling he was familiar with. What wasn't familiar, what he wasn't accustomed to, was the cause of the unhappiness. He had spoke the words, said them out loud. It was Katherine then and its Elena now…Damon didn't know how viable, how honest this was. Was he deluding himself? Elena, like Katherine would never fall for Damon. Not ever. So did that change the possibility that Damon didn't love her? Well the answer was no. Damon knew he was in love with her…but was it possible to love more than one person? Damon struggled with this as he poured himself another glass of his brand new scotch. Aurora's green eyes were imprinted behind his lids, like the significant other in Damon's life, Aurora was impossible to forget, or to drown out with alcohol.
"Damon?" It was Elena…and suddenly, Damon felt very alone…and very, very annoyed.
"How may I be of assistance?" He drawled, drinking quickly the contents of his cup.
Elena said nothing as she sat besides him. He looked at her and Damon met the eyes that had haunted him for the last century…and he, Damon was surprised to find that the chocolate brown eyes had turned to a leafy green. Damon stood up.
"Damon, we need to talk." Elena commanded.
Damon stared at her; possibly with piercing eyes he wasn't sure. "I'm done talking Elena."
"It's about Aurora." She said.
Damon paused. "What about her?" He asked cautiously.
Elena sighed. "Don't you get…this feeling…that there's something more to her than she appears…I'm…I'm worried Damon…for you. I see the way you look at her…I don't want another repeat of Katherine…"
Damon suddenly became defensive. "I'm sorry Elena, but I don't think your role in that will be replaced anytime soon." Damon saw the hurt cloud Elena.
"You don't mean that." Elena whispered.
Damon ignored her and exited the house, thinking, knowing how wrong Elena was.
. Aurora .
"I have no idea what you're talking about Miss. Bennett." Aurora whispered, she did, oh how she knew what Bonnie was talking about.
Bonnie smirked. "The longer you deny it the harder it will get."
"For what?" Aurora asked shakily.
"It'll get harder to control yourself." Bonnie replied, her voice filled with understanding.
Aurora clamped her fist. It was now or never. "You're friend is in trouble if you think of me as a threat."
Bonnie's smirk and easy features became dark. "Excuse me?"
Aurora shook her head. "You misunderstand…I can't control it, if you don't alter whatever was cast on me, Elena will be in trouble. You and I both know what I was made to do."
Bonnie became frightened, her voice small. "No, you don't understand I don't know how."
Aurora gaped. "What do you mean you don't know how?"
"Just that," Bonnie hissed. "I was trying to frighten you, so you would leave…well now you have to I won't put Elena in danger."
Aurora paused. There was a truth in Bonnie's words. If Aurora stayed here, if she were to remain in Mystic Falls, Katherine would have her favour granted…Aurora finally understood why Katherine had asked her to kill Elena. Sick.
"I can't leave Miss. Bennett, Katherine is still around. I am the only one who has a chance to drive a stake through her heart."
Bonnie shook her head. "What about Elena?"
Aurora didn't offer comfort to the witch. "It's one girl's life against the whole town."
Bonnie looked at her with wide eyes. "You…you're that powerful?"
Aurora nodded. "So is Katherine and we both know what she will do to get what she wants."
"Elena?" Bonnie concluded.
"As I said Miss. Bennett," Aurora said, standing to leave. "It's one girl's life against the whole towns."
Venice Italy, 1663
"Aurora, would you mind cleaning the parlour, I am busy washing Master's clothes." Isabella muttered, scrubbing the expensive cloths in the basin. Aurora nodded and made her way noiselessly through the stone corridors. Aurora knew the secret. The secret that master held so steadily close. It was every peasant that worked in this house dream to become one of the Night Children, to have an endless life of possibilities. Aurora rung her apron in her palms, she was scared. She was the only peasant here that wanted to stay human. Her dreams were not clouded with immortality or eternal riches of which that life could bring. She wanted to live and to die, somewhere, deep inside her; she knew she would not get her wish.
Aurora bowed as Miss. Petrova passed. She was recently turned; she had spent approximately two months being one with the night. Aurora couldn't help but resent the eternal beauty. What she had done, crimes of extreme indecency towards master to gain eternal life was looked down upon with the servants here. Her actions spread like dirt and it could not be washed away in a basin or scrubbed with a brush. Nevertheless Master made sure every Night Child was treated like he was. He was one of the Elders. The strongest, the forever eternal, one that could not be killed, he had fought in the hot sands of the Egypt's, discovered the new worlds, he was god in the eyes of many of his servants. Just not Aurora's, to her he was Satan himself.
Aurora entered the parlour and immediately regretted it. Klaus, her Master sat in one of the tall wooden chairs, the ever ironic cross hanging from a mantle over the fire place. He looked at Aurora with electric blue eyes, he was stunning of course, but he was deadly, dangerous. Evil. It took all of Aurora's will not to run.
"Beautiful Miss. Fell." Klaus spoke in Italian, softly and charismatic. He was in front of Aurora in a flash. She swayed, but held her ground. "I am sure by now you have heard of Katherina's…shall we say actions." He stroked her face softly, his soft hands burning the skin on Aurora's cheek. Suddenly he struck her and Aurora skidded to the ground. She held in a yelp of pain and stared up at her Master with watery eyes.
"Up Miss. Fell," Klaus commanded rubbing his hands together. Aurora hastily got up. "Are we or are we not calling it actions?" He mused, still rubbing his hands.
Aurora nodded. "Her actions, Your Grace." She spoke shakily.
Klaus nodded. He seemed to approve. "I shall tell you a secret my beautiful rose." His lips brushed her ear, cold and unforgiving. "Katherine has not been very good. Oh the things she has done, you see my bella she is rebelling against me, she wants to go and leave." Klaus brushed his hands up and down Aurora's bare arm. "I can't let her do that, she is my fuoco* I can not let her go."
Aurora nodded. "Whatever Master wants."
Klaus murmured an agreement, kissing her shoulders, lightly. Aurora resisted the urge to shudder in disgust. "While I admire my fuoco I can not let her go unpunished." Klaus kissed her other shoulders, this time Aurora shuddered and Klaus took that shudder as if she enjoyed it. "You my Angelo* will do that for me."
Aurora stifled wracking sobs that had suddenly overcome her. "I do not understand Master."
Klaus laughed without humour. "You will be in spite of my fuoco, her opposite…like my acqua*. You will spend eternity conflicting with my fuoco, forever doomed to inflict my punishment, it will be beautiful. You my punire will be beautiful."
Aurora was physically shaking now. "Please, Master." She begged softly.
Klaus took it as acceptance, as if she was begging for this life and role he was about to give her. "I can not do it alone my punire your role can not be bestowed by me alone. There are more things in this life of the night that can help me, help you become what I want you to be, reckless, unstoppable, peccaminoso*." His words slithered fire into Aurora, burning her, she didn't want this…this should not be her life.
"Petruchio!" Klaus called. Aurora turned to face a person of a kind she had only heard whispers about. His skin was dark, darker than chocolate, the skin wrapped around the bone. She knew how this kind of person dressed was not how they all did. He was dressed in rich coloured robes, ones like Master would wear. This human, this person…looked very, very scared. Klaus pinned Aurora's arms to her side with one arm and with his other held her chin upwards so her eyes were facing the ceiling.
"Let's began shall we Bello." His grip tightened around her chin after a slight pause. "Are we starting?"
Aurora didn't hold back her sobs. "Yes Master."
Note: Well there you have it! I hope you like it! And sorry for the bit of racism against Petruchio I don't think like that AT ALL! Being of darker skin tone myself, I just wanted to get the feel they of that period of time…so I hope you don't think of me as racist. Please review and tell me what you think. The lists of Italian words are down the bottom. REVIEWS equal love, Thank you so much for reading.
Fuoco – Fire
Acqua – Water
Angelo – Angel
Punire – Punisher
Peccaminoso – Sinful
Bello – Beautiful
Bella – Lovely