All these nice little things you can do with a stake (Katherine)

I was standing in the bathroom of the Lockwood estate and checked my hair style.

Okay another name on my list of victims. But I bet no one will really miss that girl, she looked like one of these ordinary high school students. "Oh Elena your dress is so beautiful!" What a toady! Well but nevertheless I don't have this damn moonstone! A nice dance didn't seem to be enough to convince Stefan to better give these nice brown eyes what they want and somehow I think even the death of the little toady wasn't enough. I mean he has to decide between these unimportant people and his glorious Elena. If I get the moonstone nothing will keep her safe anymore … from me. Not totally correct, Stefan. But he has always been very slow in understanding things. I mean hello? As if I only had wanted a kiss on the cheek back in 1864! A kiss – on my CHEEK! Stefan, Stefan. Concerning that, Damon had really been a lot better. Well that had been the only thing he had been superior to his brother. But okay it doesn't seem to have changed since he became a vampire. So let's start Phase 2 of my plan "How to get the moonstone" and there is still Act 1 Part 2 to play … "Get Stefan back". Hmm let's see with what we can convince him that his love for me hadn't been such a lie …

I left the girl's room and thought about where to find Stefan when I suddenly felt a resistance. I had run into someone. I looked up and … looked into these stunning eyes which were a mixture of brown, green and blue. My first thought was to throw him against the next wall and kiss him until we both would be breathless. I thought about it twice and decided that it wasn't the right time to be thrown down the stairs into the hallway, a crowd of people watching how I set my bones back into the right place, stand up and walk away. Nope, definitely not the right time because I was still in need of the MOONSTONE. So I decided to play the role I could play best: the flirty little bitch.

"Not so fast, my dear. It seems to me that you can't come back to me fast enough."

I gave him my best flirtatious smile.

"Actually … yes because we need to talk."

"Ugh, why do you always want to talk, Stefan? That had already been your problem in 1864. You always wanted to TALK. If I hadn't been already dead, you would have talked me to death."

"Then why do you still pretend to love me if I had been so boring?"

"Oooh well, like I said I had been already dead and your kisses … no, I hadn't been able to resign those kisses!"

"Are you done with the past so we can talk now?"

"If it is unavoidable. And actually I have to talk to you, too. There are still two things on my agenda we need to … discuss."

"On your agenda? So you make the rules again – like always?"

"Like always."

"This gets boring, my dear." He replied, gripped my arm and pulled me towards a room in the very corner of the corridor.

"What the hell are you up to?" I yelled trying to wrench her arm out of his grip.

I would have managed to do so very easily but somehow I liked to play the … stubborn diva.

"Do you really believe I talk to you here? In front of the girl's room? With 1000 ears listening? The room there is perfect; there we can talk without being interrupted."

"Oooh … we are alone … in a room … where no one can interrupt us … Stefan you surprise me …"

He didn't answer to that but instead he pushed me into the room.

"And now we TALK."

"Okay, perfect. Question number one: Where is the moonstone?"

"Why do you need it?"

"Where – is – the – moonstone? Stef, you know I'm not the kind of woman who lets herself dictate what to do by a guy. I might have grown up in such a time but I have always been … different. So tell me, where it is and I don't lay this building into ashes – covering your dear brother under it, too by the way."

"Like I said, I don't have it! You got an answer, now I get mine!"

"I just remember this concert … which was it again … ah yes Bon Jovi. You went there with this little bitch Lexi. You were standing in the first row, dancing all night, looking totally happy …"

I approached Stefan while I told him these words, standing only a few inches away from him when I finished the sentence. I couldn't really decide what his face expression looked like and I think he wasn't quite sure either. It was something between "I will kill that bitch immediately if she doesn't tell me what she want with this damn moonstone" and "She had an eye on ME all the time?" I preferred the last one but his eyes were in a constant fight.

"Don't be so surprised my dear. Of course I had an eye on you over the years. I wanted to know if you were alright."

"Then why the hell did you never appear? Why did you never come to me and say "Hey, Stef, I'm still alive, I have never been burned in this damn church?"

"Why should I?"

"Because then my brother would never have spend his whole life, after-life, vampire-being, whatever to search for a way to get you out of that damn tomb! And maybe he had understood earlier what for an arrogant bitch you really are!"

"So this is only about your brother? You never missed me? Not a single moment? You didn't wish that I was still alive?"

"Never!"

"You are lying! Stefan, we might not have spent an eternity together but the few weeks were definitely enough time for me to figure you out. And that includes to decide if you are lying or not, too. And now you ARE lying."

"And what? What if I had wished that you might have been alive? What would that change?"

"Oh a lot my dear."

"You would still have been an arrogant bitch without the slightest kindness to show herself! You let me believe you were dead for decades!"

"Wow suddenly so impulsive, so passionately. You seem to have missed me quite a lot more than you are willing to admit."

"I was only worried about my brother!"

"About Damon? You? After he had promised you an eternity of misery? After he had killed your stupid friend without blinking … what was her name? Callie?"

By remembering him of the girl he had met when he had left Mystic Falls and travelled to New Orleans, I seemed to have reopened old sores because I earned an extra hateful look.

"Well she is dead since decades so let's switch back to topics from the present. Where is the moonstone?"

"If you ask that question once more I promise you I will rip of your head immediately!"

"Hmm okay, let's try it in a different way. I want the moonstone NOW. Better?"

"You will never get it into your dirty little fingers."

"No? Even if I threaten to kill … hmm Caroline? Elena will not be too happy if she loses one of her best friends."

"It doesn't matter to me. Try it. Try to kill her."

"If that is what you wish for. Okay."

I turned around and walked graciously to the door.

This man is really hard to teach! Sometimes I really wonder why I still try. Why do I not kill him? Now, immediately, without blinking? Damn Stefan, you get on my nerves! From the moment I met you, I became weak! Weak when it comes to you. If I wouldn't try so hard not to hurt him, I would already have the moonstone in my fingers.

By now I had reached the door and wanted to leave the room but something was holding me back. An invisible wall; like glass but incapable to break.

You are so clever, Stefan. I wanted to avoid this until the very end but this means another Oscar performance by Ms. Katherine Pierce now. I should really tell them that they hand out the Oscars to the wrong people. Natalie Portman? Ts! I'm way better! I don't need to play the Black Swan, I am the Black Swan! And this swan will torture the little Stefan right now because he really drives her mad! And then she will bring the really big guns in because she has seen something … and felt something …

"Very clever, my dear. Your little Bennett girl is such a powerful witch! I'm reeeeally frightened", I mocked.

"Well she is good enough to imprison a little slut and keep her from killing innocent people so that I can screw the truth out of her – if necessary with my bare hands."

"Hmmm … I love that. You are so sexy when you are mean. Do you behave in the same way in front of your little Elena? Oh no I forgot … you … love her, right? But do you tell her things like that, too?"

"Like what?"

"Like … "I have never met a woman quite like you." Like "I look at you and I see an angel." Like …"

"Stop it!" Stefan screamed.

"Uuuh, I guess I stroke a nerve. So you never told her words like this?"

I had approached him again, and with my last words our faces were so close that I our lips nearly met. I stared into his eyes, his beautiful eyes which were killing me at the moment. And I knew; I was right. I knew; he had never told her such words.

"And now, Stefan, do you still go on? Do you still pretend that you don't love me? That you love her more than you loved … love me?" I whispered and stopped breathing.

"I don't love you, Katherine. I never loved you. And you know that." He said, his jaw tensed.

I felt how hard he had to keep to himself not to beat me in this moment.

"Then tell me why did you never ever say such words to another woman like me."

"Why did you never come back to show me that you are alive?"

"Because I couldn't!" I screamed.

The whole atmosphere in the room had changed immediately. I don't know what had happened to me, I don't know why I had reacted so … desperate. Like I said; this man turns my world upside down! When I am with him I'm not … normal. I can't keep up my walls because he knows how to destroy them! He is the only one who knows how to destroy them with some simply words that mean the world to me.

"Why couldn't you? Why the hell couldn't you tell me in all these decades? Who were you running from?"

He fired questions over questions at me and I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to tell him! Not now! Fighting against my emotions, against my despair, I felt how my combativeness came back. I couldn't tell him, not now! I would love to but I couldn't. Because when I would, he would win. He would have a weapon, against the people, the vampires who want … her blood. And me.

"I – can't – tell –you!"

"Why not?"

"Because I can't! Beat me, strangle me! It doesn't matter you will never get a word out of me about that!"

"Are you sure?"

"Oh yes!"

I wasn't able to foresee what happened next otherwise I would have been prepared. Within seconds I was thrown against a wall, then to the ground and pinned through both my arms to the ground. I screamed in pain.

"You bastard! Take these damn stakes out of me!"

"First, you tell me EVERYTHING you know about the moonstone and who you were running from! And I can tell you, I have more of these stakes. The last one won't miss your heart – I promise."

He was standing over me, a hateful look on his face. I have never been afraid of him because I have always been the stronger one but I hadn't foreseen this turn in events and hell yes, he frightened me in that moment … Because I wasn't sure if I would survive this. I saw only one solution to save myself. To turn his attention from me to … someone else.

"You do know that your brother is kissing your girl, ex-girlfriend, on the terrace at the moment, don't you?"

The words didn't miss their intention. Stefan's expression turned from pure hatred into astonishment and disbelief.

"What did you just say?"

"I said if you know that your brother …"

But he didn't let me finish the sentence.

"You are such a manipulative bitch. Gosh, I nearly walked into your trap again! Stop the nonsense and answer my questions!"

"This is not nonsense! I saw them, I swear! Before I entered the estate and went to the girl's room!"

"Elena is not even here you nasty little bitch! She has more serious problems than a masquerade ball!"

"Like a stabbed aunt? Stefan, you are lying again! You KNOW that she is here!"

"Stop it!" Her screamed again, fell on his knees and gripped my throat.

"I saw them! I saw them! You just don't want to believe it! You know that HE loves her! And you know that he is important to her, too! You just can't stand to hear it!"

I felt how the grip around my throat tightened and I wasn't able to get out another word.

"Perfect. Silence finally."

Then he let go of me, stood up and took out his mobile phone.

"And now my little Ms. Katherine … we will kill you." He said sardonically.

"You can't do that! You need me! You can't kill me!"

"Oh yes we can. Because we are sick of your lies! And I can do what I want, I won't find out what you are up to with the moonstone, so I have to find it out myself. Means I don't have another reason to let you live."

"You won't be able to do it."

"Even if he is not. I am. I promise you." A voice said from outside the room.

Damon. Great. Two guys who loved me once, ready to kill me now. Somehow this doesn't turn out like I planned it to.

"You got something out of her?" He added to Stefan.

"Not a single word. Only lies", I admitted walking towards him.

"Like I said from the very beginning. This woman isn't worth to waste any time. Just a manipulative little bitch who gets a stake through her heart right now", Damon replied swaying a stake in his hand. Then he turned around to check the situation outside on the corridor.

Perfect, both Salvatore brothers having turned their back towards me. And I wouldn't be Katherine if I would let them win so easily. I'm a lot older and a lot stronger than the two of you and now I am fuckin' angry. You really messed up with the wrong woman, Stefan Salvatore. You will regret it, I promise you.

With all my strength I managed to push the stake in my left arm out of the ground and within seconds I had pulled out the second one who kept me pinned to the ground. Stefan and Damon turned around in the same moment. I rose from the ground and in the moment I rushed over to Stefan, he wanted to escape to reach save ground outside the room – but instead of leaving a furious dangerous imprisoned bitch, he ran into an invisible wall. I came to a stop directly in front of him.

"Well Stefan, I m not the only one with a powerful witch. And do you really believe I didn't know you wanted to lead me into this trap? But I guess YOU didn't expect THIS trap, did you?"

Stefan wasn't able to say a word; he only looked at me in astonishment – and in panic.

"And what do we do know? What about Damon coming to join us? I bet we will have a lot of fun …"

Immediately Stefan turned around, just in the same moment Damon approached the room snarling "I would like nothing better than driving this little stake through your damn heart. We are still two and …"

Before he could finish the sentence Stefan had started to scream "Don't DARE to enter this room!" which made Damon stop in his movement immediately.

"Please THINK first, just for once. I NEED you to be outside. I need you to … protect … the … others."

"Ooh yeah thanks, Stefan. I nearly forgot. The others … does that include Elena, too? What was it like to kiss her, Damon?"

From his reaction I could easily see that it had been indeed Elena and Damon in the darkness on the terrace. His face had turned pale white and he just looked at Stefan, speechless and helpless.

"Hmm okay so I take that as a confirmation that Elena is indeed here. Why are you two so absolutely incapable to tell me the truth; just once? If someone wants to get information out of you, he or she really needs to be a very good analyzer of face expressions, voices and behavior. Thank god I, know you guys too well. But great; means that Stefan here can rot in this room until his little witch finds the right spell to remove the shield from this room …"

With that I gripped him threw him against the next wall and pinned him against it with one of his stakes. From the corner of the eye I could see how Damon was about to enter the room disregarding Stefan's order and how Stefan nearly pinned him to the ground with his eyes.

Then I turned around and approached the door, walking through it, throwing an astonished Damon against the wall of the corridor and pushed the second stake through his stomach, pinning him to the wall just as I did with Stefan. What a shame that I couldn't throw him into the room to his brother! These damn witches are really stupid! Who creates a spell to imprison vampires but they have to enter the room they get imprisoned in voluntary? What a nonsense! Well witches. Useful sometimes, but useless most of the times. But oh well the stake in Damon's stomach looked quite beautiful, too.

"And now gentleman …", I began turning around to face them both "… I will ask our lovely Elena who is standing outside on the terrace in this moment if she likes the party or if she would love to have some more … action."

With that I turned around and walked graciously in my short black dress down the corridor, feeling the hateful looks of the two piercing through me.

Oh yes, I am devilish. I AM the devil.