She's worried. Any person with eyes can see that. Just the way Elizabeth looks over her shoulder as she leaves lets me know this. Of course, I'm worried to. What if Katherine pulls a fast one on us and doesn't follow with that we've got going on? What if Caroline fails? God, I hate waiting.
"Damon, calm down," Stefan says.
"How long?" I ask, pouring myself a drink.
Stefan looks up at me, "It's been a minute since she's left."
Sighing I stand against the wall, trying to think up something to keep me occupied until Katherine shows up and our fun begins. Suddenly images flood my mind.
"Well, I told you to leave him out of it," says the voice behind the door; Katherine's.
"I am not always going to do as you say," a defiant voice, one with a hidden power; Elizabeth.
"It would be wise of you to."
"What if I am tired of being wise?"
"Silly sister, one does not grow tired of being wise, one merely becomes stupid."
"I am not stupid…I am in love, Katherine."
Elizabeth burst through the door, running into me. She smiles, resting her head on me as her sister passes by. How terrible Elizabeth is treated by her sister and all of it is by fault of my own. If only I was capable of leaving the fair maiden alone. I am not though.
A single tear falls from Elizabeth's shiny green eyes, "Oh, Damon, she is furious. Katherine will not sleep until she has managed to pull us apart."
"It will not happen. Our love is not the kind of love that can be pulled apart," I answer, holding her close.
"She'll kill you. My sister is just like me, Damon," Elizabeth says.
Is she trying to get me to go? Is Elizabeth truly giving her sister what she wants? Impossible, Elizabeth is not like that. She is strong.
"Well, I suppose it is good I have my own vampire to protect me."
Elizabeth snarls, the blue lines forming under her eyes, the black part taking over then receding, then taking over again. Pushing me back the door to Elizabeth's room swings open and she instantly has me lying on her simple, brass bed. Looking up at her I am unable to stop myself from smiling, she is perfect.
Turing my head I allow the spot on my neck Elizabeth enjoys drinking from to be exposed, "Go ahead."
"No," replies Elizabeth, nuzzling her nose into my neck, "I've already taken enough this week."
My breath catches in my throat as Elizabeth starts to unbutton my cotton dinner shirt, her fingers trailing over ever inch of my exposed skin. Leaning up I try to place my lips of her smooth, pale skin but she pulls away.
"No," she says with a wicked smile, helping me out of my shirt.
How indecent of us. I, a soldier, in such an innocent woman's room, half undressed how terribly we will be talked of is someone was to see. Smirking I pull her down on top of me, pushing my fingers roughly into her red hair. Elizabeth giggles before rolling off of me, her head on my chest.
"She will get what she wants. We live forever Damon, and if she has her way your brother and you will as well. Then she will be able to torment us for the rest of eternity," explains Elizabeth, standing.
"At least I will not have to go through it alone," I remark, pulling my shirt back on, doing up the buttons.
"Perhaps, if she does not kill me before that."
"Damon," Stefan says, waving his hand in front of my face.
"Yup," I answer, setting my untouched bourbon glass on the table behind the couch.
"Game time," Stefan says, motioning for me to hide.
Time for the bitch to die and Elizabeth and I to finally get that eternity we have been hoping for.