Torn (Datherine)
Characters: Damon, Katherine, Silas, Stefan (mentioned), Jeremy (mentioned)
Summary: Set in 5x1 "I Know What You Did Last Summer" with some 1864 flashbacks. Based on "Torn" by Natalie Imbruglia.
Pairings:
Datherine
*1864-Flashback*
I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm, he came around like he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry
Well, you couldn't be that man I adored
You don't seem to know
Seem to care what your heart is for
But I don't know him anymore
There's nothing where he used to lie
My conversation has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's fine, I'm torn
It was a beautiful day, as she and Damon goofed around in bed.
"What are you doing?" she asked with a laugh. "Stop it."
"Make me," he replied.
He lay on his back on the bed with her on top now and she vamped out on him, but it didn't scare him. He rested a hand on her face while she was still vamped out.
*1864-Flashback*
Katherine was outside and noticed him and Stefan playing with a ball and she asked if she could join. They had a little chat, before she took the ball and ran off, laughing.
"That's a girl that clearly wants to be chased," Damon commented to Stefan. After a moment, he said, "Well, if you won't, I will."
*Present Day- I Know What You Did Last Summer*
I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late, I'm already torn
It was a dismal night, as Katherine took a bath in Damon's bathtub. He'd left the house to go deal with Jeremy at school, so she was alone. Thus, why she had a knife on the side of the bathtub, just in case. She had many enemies. She didn't want to take any chances now that she was human. Damon may have been letting her stay, but that didn't mean he'd protect her. She knew how much he hated her for past transgressions. She also knew that deep down, he still loved her. After all, why else would he fall for her lookalike after she'd broken his heart a few years ago? She'd only done it though because one, she'd been mad at him and two, she'd been protecting him in her own way from Klaus. She'd known that Klaus was getting close and she hadn't wanted Klaus to kill him just in spite, if he ever found out that she loved Damon. Klaus had ruined her life for 538 years. She wouldn't put anything past him. Thankfully, he was out of town and in New Orleans, so she didn't need to worry about him anytime soon.
When Silas, looking and acting like Stefan, came into view, she thought he was Stefan.
"What are you doing in my brother's bathtub?" Silas asked.
"Isn't it obvious?" she inquired, being a little flirty with him. Then, when he was leaning over her by the bathtub, she added, "Why don't you join me?"
"You know, human looks better on you than I thought," Silas commented, which made her realize that he wasn't who he appeared to be. Since he looked like Stefan, she assumed he was Silas. She'd never actually set eyes on him before now, but she only assumed since she knew Stefan wouldn't say something like that.
When she tried to grab the knife on the corner of the bathtub, he was too quick for her and pushed her under the water with a hand around her neck.
As she was held under, she tried to fight, but knew it was useless. She was only human now and Silas was an immortal. She knew that whether Damon cared about her or not, her only chance would be if he came home. She knew she couldn't win a fight against an immortal.
So I guess the fortune teller's right But you crawled beneath my veins
I should have seen just what was there
And not some holy light
And now I don't care, I have no luck
I don't miss it all that much
There's just so many things
That I can't touch, I'm torn
What felt like probably five or ten minutes later, everything began to grow dim for her. Flashes of her past with Damon when they'd been happy, came to the surface, as her senses began to leave her.
I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late, I'm already torn, torn
There's nothing where he used to lie
My inspiration has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's right, I'm torn
A short time afterward, Damon entered the house. That's when he got the sense that something was wrong. Then, looking to the stairs, he saw that his bathroom light was on, so he went to the bathroom to make sure she was okay. Not only did his senses say something was wrong, but also he sensed that someone other than himself had been here sometime after he'd left. He hadn't promised her any protection, but she had come to him for that reason. Whether he still loved her or not, if anyone took advantage of her being unable to protect herself while she was human, he'd protect her if he had to.
I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see
The perfect sky is torn
I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I'm ashamed
Bound and broken on the floor
You're a little late, I'm already torn, torn
As soon as he came into the bathroom, he saw the aftermath. He assumed it had been Silas, since that was the only bad guy they were having to deal with right now. He could tell that someone had drowned her in his bathtub.
In a blur, he was at the bathtub. He quickly but gently lifted her out of the tub and layed her on the rug in front of the bathtub. When he did, he knew that he'd been right about someone drowning her. He knew she'd never try killing herself like this, even if she wanted to die. And he knew her well enough to know that Katherine wasn't someone to actually want to die. He knew what had happened, since she was cold and pale with blue lips.
Remembering what he'd learned back in the 1864 war, he began giving her heart compressions, trying to revive her.
"Come on, Katherine. Breathe. Come back to me," he called, as he did so.
Twenty minutes later, she coughed, revived, which relieved him. He'd never admit it to her or anyone, but when she'd come to him tonight, she'd been right that a part of him didn't want her to die, no matter what. He just didn't want her to know that she was right.