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You can't play with me, Katherine
Author's POV
Damon's lungs ached, desperately seeking fresh air.
He picked Elena up in his arms, slapping slightly her paled cheek.
"Please, wake up!" he begged, in panic when he figured out she wasn't responding back.
"For God's sake, Elena!" he screamed, but he didn't notice.
He rested his fingers on her neck, sensing the pulse was slowing down with each beat.
"Somebody help!" he called out, feeling helpless as he watched the beautiful woman laying unconscious in his arms .
Katherine popped out from Damon's back, startling him .
He was too concerned to argue about the young woman not showing even the slightest emotion.
"Your sister is dying. Go get a nurse!"
The blood froze in his veins when Katherine smirked amused.
"Move" she demanded, annoyed .
"She's dying, Katherine! Go get a fucking nurse!" Damon screamed in panic.
Katherine approached them, removing Elena from his arms as he hold tight her hands.
Damon could not name the emotions that charged his body, neither he could understand what was going on when Katherine bit her inner wrist and swiftly brushed it on her sister's lips.
"What.. what are you doing?"
She didn't answer.
Instead, she lifted Elena's chin and grinned satisfied when the girl began to sink in.
Elena's cheeks slowly reddened and some minutes later she was going back to her olive skin tone.
"How did you do that?" Damon's voice trembled at the sight of the event, backing of, leaving the two sisters as far as he could manage in the small service room.
Katherine let Elena on the floor and approached the young, scared-to-death man.
"You will not run away. You will not be afraid nor tell anyone" .
"I won't do that" compulsion worked perfectly, as the vampire's face pouted .
"It was slightly different than how I planned, but.." she shrugged "Whatever. Now you know".
Damon felt the need of running out for his own survival, of leaving this damned town and be safe. Yet he could not. And he couldn't remember the reason. "What are you?"
Katherine grinned mischievously "I'm a vampire".
"No.." he shook his head. "It can't be."
Again, the girl giggled. "I suppose you should process the fact before even state that" .
Damon's gaze met Elena's, who was not shocked, neither seemed to be taken aback.
"You knew?" he asked, feeling betrayal.
She just nodded, as Katherine turned to her and pinned her to the wall, showing her glistering fangs.
"Now that you're healed with blood in my system it won't be hard to threaten you into telling me the truth".
Damon took a few steps ahead, wanting to set the girl free. But his conscious screamed at him that little he could do.
Elena was still a bit dizzy from the faint, but was alert Katherine's threads were real.
She was so well aware that that Katherine wasn't kidding when she menaced to turn her into a vampire. After all, it was the same she-vampire that had turned Stefan and Damon that year.
"Put me down." She coughed "And you'll know."
Elena met Damon's troubled gaze again, then hers went on Katherine.
"Will you leave me and my sister alone, Damon?" Katherine understood her doppelganger's unspoken question, and lead the two girls outside.
"Let's continue our last conversation, Elena, shall we?" the girl asked smiling darkly.
Elena glared, sincerely pissed off at the fact that she had Katherine's blood in her system. Obviously, the vampire had figured out that if she couldn't threaten the girl with death menaces, she'd freak her out with the whole turning into a vampire fact.
"Katherine, I know you're not like that". Elena stated, serious.
The vampire raised one eyebrow and demanded cocky. "Excuse me?"
Elena ignored Katherine's attitude. "I know the reason why you are who you are today. You need to know that I'm sorry that you had to suffer so much. And that Klaus will die, someday. I know that".
The girl shivered, memories vividly floating in her mind. Katherine seemed taken aback. The mentioning of Klaus only made her grew with concert about her own safety.
"What do you know about him?" her tone was suspicious and alert, her expression crooked when the girl in front of her began to speak.
"A lot. More than you could ever know. And I can't talk about it." She met her gaze, trying to beg her not to ask more questions.
"How do you know he will die?" Katherine thought it was some kind of trick played by one of the mass that wanted her dead.
"For the same reason why I can't talk about it. Things need to go ahead as if I weren't here, Katherine. Because I shouldn't be where I am now. And it's important from you not to ask me any more question."
Katherine grinned cocky."Wrong answer. I ask as many question as…"
"Stop." Elena interrupted her, starting to get even more pissed off at her attitude. How could Stefan and Damon be so blind to trust her ? "Whatever I say, whatever you want me to tell you, it's only going to be something that will turn against you in the end. You must know nothing, that's the only chance you have for it to work."
Katherine stared at her in silence for a couple of seconds.
"And mostly." Elena wanted to grin for how manipulative she could be in this. "You must not kill me, let alone turn me. It will mess up the succession of things."
Katherine sort the statement out, then answered mischievously.
"Fine. Play your games. But know that by now you're a part of mine, too."
And with that she left.
Elena got back to her room until lunch, which she was able to skip with the excuse of her feeling sick.
Emily had questioned her many times about her conversation with Katherine, but she told her nothing had slipped out of her mouth.
A couple of hours after noon somebody knocked on Elena's bedroom door.
"Come in" she ordered, standing slowly on her feet. She still hadn't gotten used to corsets.
Damon was standing on the doorstep, a concerned look narrowed his dark eyebrows. His eyes were looking for nothing but the truth.
"You need to tell me.." he whispered, approaching. Elena braced herself with the whole vampire talk. "Why were you on the floor when I burst in the door?"
She froze, clinching her fists between the delicate silk of her light green dress, staring at the wooden floor.
This, out of all the things she was prepared to face, was even worse.
"I felt sick" she lied, hanging on to the only hope that the present Damon knew the truth. She hoped he'd forgive her.
Immediately his hand brushed hers, resting still there. "I know it's a lie."
She raised her chin to him, something he'd noticed she'd do whenever she felt challenged.
"And how would you say such a thing?" she asked, as if he had just insinuated she was a liar.
"Because something inside of me tells me it's not the truth." He shook his head, confused. "Ever since you've come here, I feel different. I .." he leaned in, stopping a few inches from her face.
He needed to touch her, to feel her in every possible way.
He didn't know why, but Elena felt like home.
She didn't hesitate like a normal lady from the 19th century would have done in front of a stranger.
To her, and to his complete unbeknown, Damon was her entire life.
It was Elena who broke the gap between them, starting the contact with his lips.
She was kissing him, and didn't feel any difference.
It felt like 2011 again. Especially when he put his tongue into her mouth and began to play around with hers. They broke apart to fill their lungs, as Elena smiled when she figured out they were on the same level, they were both human.
Damon's hands went around her face, her neck, her hair, messing up the fancy up-do Elena had spent so long putting on.
But she didn't care.
All she wanted was unite with him, like they used to. To have him into her. To feel that connection that risked her heart to shatter in invisible pieces, risking her body to explode with love.
"I need you, Damon" she whispered in the crook of his neck, as her hands went on the zip of his pantaloons.
"Elena.." he begged, but he actually wasn't sure of his own words.
"Let me .." she whispered, kissing his collarbone. " I want to be yours"
Mystic Falls, Present Days.
A knock on the door made Damon jump off from his thoughts.
He stood there on the couch of the parlor , relieving every new memory Elena was molding.
Bonnie quickly got to the doorstep, lifting her shoulders and raising her chin in a menacing tone when she saw Katherine holding hands with Stefan.
The she- vampire quickly untangled it, giggling.
Then she became serious. "So. Who's messing up with our minds?"
"That'd be me" Bonnie was challenging. "And Elena" she said, as she eyed Stefan in a disgusted and betrayed expression.
"Damon's so right to call you judgy." Katherine pouted, not missing the silent exchange, and stepped in, followed by the younger Salvatore.
"We're deep in thoughts. Wonderin' which one of you is enjoying her right now?" Katherine lifted one eyebrow, staring at Damon, who hadn't moved an inch from her appearance.
"I guess I just got it" she smirked, mischievously .
Damon muttered a "Shut up", which the vampire ignored. "Speaking of Elena..Where's she?"
"To the place where you exactly see her" Bonnie's voice echoed solemn. "I did the spell. Her body's upstairs."
Katherine studied her expression, figuring out she was being true. Plus, that was the only explanation to all the visions they three had been having in the last two days.
"Why would she go back to Mystic Falls in 1864?"
Bonnie grinned satisfied, as Katherine's anger of being in the dark of something grow visibly.
"What?" the she-vampire demanded, all this was getting on her nerves.
"Hasn't she told you? I mean… Hasn't she told the old you?" Bonnie gestured to make her statement clearer.
Katherine shook her head in frustration. "You better.." her sentence was stopped by something that would have made her laugh, if it wasn't for the fact that she was aware some master plan was happening on her back, leaving her clueless.
The vision that appeared and obfuscated her sight suddenly became interesting.
Mystic Falls,1864
"Oh please, don't mind me" Katherine actually meant to put embarrassment between the two laying on the bed, in a compromising position.
Their lucky star wanted both Elena and Damon to be still dressed up. Well.. apart from his unbuttoned shirt.
"What about me,Damon? Don't you know it's rude to leave a young lady out of a civil conversation?" Katherine approached, her voice sensual.
"Get out" Elena ordered, pissed knew what her evil twin had in mind.
Katherine ignored the comment, throwing herself playfully on Damon's chest, kissing his neck.
"I don't care you're a vampire, Katherine" he whispered, staring at the ceiling. "I want you to leave right now"
"Do you want me to get out, Damon? Imagine what it could be to have two identical twin to toy with. Double pleasure implied" She smiled mischievously, approaching even more until her knees were brushing the blankets and his member.
Surprisingly, he didn't object.
Elena fought hard to hold back her breath, along with the impulse of screaming out what was gonna be of Damon after Katherine had played her games. But she needed to shut up and let things happen.
A hand ran down his Chest, until it reached the zip of his pants.
"Good boy" Katherine smiled darkly, as she held his member in front of Elena.
He closed his eyes, parting his lips when the gentle strokes became harder.
"Get.. out" he begged.
Katherine bent down on him, as Elena closed her eyes.
This could not be happening.
"What is wrong, my dear?" the vampire asked, eyeing the human girl from her erotic position. "Never seen this before?"
Elena had no strength to answer.
"Well, I can arrange something that might fix that" a devil grin enlightened her lips.
Katherine grabbed Elena by the light material of the chemise she was wearing, and neared her to Damon's mouth.
"Easy task. Kiss him" she ordered, cocky.
Damon had his eyes fixed on the girl a few inches from his face. Her pride would have never let her do that.. And..
And then Damon made the next move, tossing his hands between her hair and moaning in her mouth when at the change of treatment going on his lower part.
Elena didn't want to see. But she understood, from the noises, that Katherine was skillful using her mouth.
This had just crossed the line.
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