A/N: So many guesses... But who is right? Let's find out! Also, there will be very strong language in this chapter, so please mind the rating.
The music starts, and Damon and I come together, dancing the Waltz, a dance I had had to learn years ago. I feel Damon tense up, and knew before I even looked at him, that he had saw her. Damon pulls me close, twirling us. I whisper in Damon's ear.
"Is that, who I think it is?" I ask, my heart pounding in my chest.
Damon only nods, his face pale at the sight of her. I cringe inwardly, not wanting to have Damon go through the hell he was surely feeling upon seeing his ex, her long arm's draped around another man's neck and laughing happily. I recognized her from the photo I saw on Damon's desk the first night I saw him. He had long since burned that picture and all pictures of her and them together, replacing the pictures he lost with ones of the two of us, and of Stefan and himself. We finish the dance and Damon and I go back to where we were supposed to be meeting Klaus, Damon grabbing two glasses of bourbon off one of the servers trays as he passes by us. Damon downs one glass, his hand shaking as he held the second glass tightly in his grip.
"As soon as Klaus and I are done talking, we're out of here." Damon tells me, taking a swallow from his second glass.
I take the empty glass from his hand and place it on the table beside us, grabbing a glass of champagne and taking a sip.
"That's fine by me." I answer, taking Damon's free hand and giving it a squeeze.
Damon smiles some and kisses me, his hand trembling and fear in his eyes. Klaus returns, followed by a dark haired man, and her. Damon finishes his drink, setting the empty glass on the table beside the first one.
"Ah, you remembered." Klaus says with a smile, taking a sip of his own glass of bourbon. Klaus pulls the two people up beside him. "Damon Salvatore, This is Elijah Mikaelson, my older brother and co-owner of my company, and his lovely fiancee, Katharine Pierce."
The man, Elijah, shakes Damon's hand. Katharine smiles at Damon, giving him a wink. Damon swallows, hard.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Elijah, Katharine." Damon forces out, faking a smile.
I grasp Damon's hand for support, able to tell by his body language that he wanted to run.
"This is my girlfriend, Elena Gilbert. She is also my assistant." Damon introduces, squeezing my hand. Elijah bows and Katharine just glares at me. I smile politely.
"Damon, while you and Klaus talk, I'm going to excuse myself to the ladies room. I'll come find you once I've finished." I tell Damon, giving him a quick kiss.
Damon kisses me back and nods. I head off in the direction of the ladies room, knowing full well Katharine was following me. I enter the bathroom and stand in front of the mirror, touching up my lipstick. Katharine enters as well, standing beside me. She sits her purse on the counter, pulling out her lipstick.
"So, you're the new bitch Damon is fucking." Katharine comments, looking over at me as she does her lipstick.
"So what if I am. He's happier with me then he was with you." I reply, putting my lipstick back in my purse and turning to face Katharine.
Katharine faces me, crossing her arms. "You're nothing but some little tramp he picked up to pass the time. You don't mean a thing to him. He still loves me, and I know he still wants to fuck me." Katharine growls, walking so she's nose to nose with me. "You're nothing, and Damon will be mine again, you can count on it."
"That's what you think. He's over you, you're a bad memory he forgets every time we're together in his bed." I growl and grab my purse, walking towards the exit.
Katharine grabs my arm and slams me against the sinks, a nasty sneer on her face. I struggle out of her grip and push Katharine off of me, dropping my purse to the ground as Katharine takes a swing at me. I dodge her swing and throw one of my own. Katharine ducks my blow and slams her fist into nose. I hear the cartilage crunch and grab for my face, feeling blood start to run down my face. Katharine grabs me and twists my arm behind my back, grabbing a hold of my hair and smashing my face into the mirror. I howl in pain as I feel shards of the mirror slice my face. Katharine laughs as I struggle to break my arm free. The snapping of bones causes me to cry out, my vision beginning to fade. Katharine lets go of me as I stumble, trying to stay upright. I can barely see her through the blood running down my face, but I swing hard enough and feel my fist connect wit her face, whipping her head to the side. Katharine yowls and dives for me, only to be caught by someone. The two of us are taken out of the bathroom, Katharine kicking and screaming and me struggling to stay on my feet.
"Someone call and ambulance!"
I faintly hear Katharine cursing as my vision goes in and out, and the last thing I see before blacking out is Damon, reaching out for me as my body falls forward.
A/N: So... Thoughts?