A/N: Non-con and rape of a compelled Damon. Non-graphic but revealing of Damon being aware it is not his choice.

Katherine Pierce was a beautiful girl, of that Amaryllis was positive but there was something about the Pierce girl that set her on edge. She felt as though she was as though she was looking upon death when faced with the her. She did not understand this feeling but she did understand the other she felt when looking upon her, hatred. She hated Katherine Pierce and she did not know why. It felt as though she had committed some grand sin against her and yet the girl had only arrived days before. Perhaps, it was the way looked at Stefan but glance at Damon, her husband, when she believed no one would notice. Damon assured her that while the young Miss Pierce maybe somewhat pleasing to the eye his heart was already held by one she could never even hope to be. Damon was to have left to the front lines and yet, the day after he set off he returned, deserting his post.

He did not understand. He knew his love belonged to his wife. Yet how was it that Katherine Pierce had come to be in his bed? He struggled as he remembered rejecting her advancement. He had told her that while flattered, though he truly was not, he was a wed man. A happily wed man and no other would ever take his wife's place. He remembered the furious glint in her eyes and thinking that he had finally seen the true her, the her that was what made his wife so uneasy. He remembered telling his snowflake of the occurrence before he left for his ride back to the front and then there she was that night as he made camp. He had been furious that the silly girl had followed him. He told her to leave or he would insure all knew of the harlot she was.

Except, she looked him straight in the eyes and when she spoke, it was as if he could do not but what she commanded. She commanded he strip, and he did. She commanded he lay with her on the blanket, one which his loving wife had crafted him and ensured he took with him after he told her of the long cold nights without her, and he did. Only, when her hands touched him his body recoiled with disgust. He remained limp at her touch, angering her further. She commanded he bed her and he did, tears falling as he did until she commanded he enjoy it, and he did.

He knew though that he did not. He knew that he had hated every second. His lower body was soiled with her fluids and while he could not physically he wept for his body's betrayal. He wept at his betrayal against his wife. He wept all while locked within his mind watching as his body acted upon her command. It was his wife who noticed his change after he returned home, having abandoned his post. She had begged him to speak with her but his tongue was silent as he screamed for her. He screamed and he wept watching as his wife pleaded his return to the man he was. He could feel the devil woman's hold breaking and there would be moments in which he could respond. Moments in which he would make his way to his wife and plead for forgiveness, plead for understanding for he knew not how it happened. She questioned him not knowing what he was saying but somehow she would always arrive before he could.

The demon walked hand in hand laughing with his little brother, the last piece he had of his mother. She would send him off for a drink and then she would meet his wife's eyes and command her. She would command she grab the nearest sharp object and for her to place it at her throat before turning to him. She warned him that should he continue to attempt to break free of her control however it was he did she would have his wife kill herself and when he agreed she commanded her to forget her commands. And so days passed and soon enough the end of September began approaching. He was but a slave to the devil woman that demanded he tell her all the words of love and affection that was held by his wife and to gift them to her.

She commanded he treat her in the way he had his wife before her arrival and his wife the way he wished to with her. And so it began. He called her cruel names, tearing apart her character. He left their home moving back into the room of his boyhood. His greatest shame however was when the one and only time he laid his hands upon his wife. Horrified as he was by his body's actions he was proud as she fought back to free herself of him before running to the safety of her father and brother.

She had had enough. She did not know what was happening with her husband but she knew it could all be traced back to one thing. The day Katherine Pierce had arrived in Mystic Falls, was the day everything had begun to change. Damon and Stefan fought near constantly now. Her family furious at her treatment by the eldest Salvatore who they had considered one of their own. Her marriage was nearly in shambles. She could not believe that this was her Damon. There had been no warning to this aggressive behavior he held toward her. There was no reason for him to act in such a manner. And worse yet there were lapses in her memory. She did not notice it at first but there were moments when Damon would ramble on with apologies kneeled in front of her and then suddenly he would be standing several feet away from where she had been or even she herself being in a different spot. She had ignored it at first but as it came about more and more as she tried to learn where all had gone wrong.

Amaryllis began putting pieces together and so she went to her father and told him of her suspicions. She told him how somehow, everything in her life seemed to just fall apart and yet seemingly almost too perfectly into Miss Pierce's lap. She told him of overhearing Damon call the girl like he did herself not a month earlier. She spoke of her lapses in memory and how Damon or even herself would be in a different location after the lapse and even how sometimes a vase would be broken, or her fingers bleeding as though something had cut her. She told her father of noticing how the girl had seemingly burned herself when she had come in contact with the wildflower, Vervain, she had been sporadically planting within the gardens after having used them for her wedding bouquet. Her father tensed and warned her to stay away from the girl then before mumbling of how he should have noticed the signs. She questioned him but he would not answer but to tell her that all would be well again soon.

She did not understand how that could possibly be but as her stomach lurched and she expelled her lunch she could not ask. Her father demanded a doctor be brought as he met with the council promising that when he returned she would be safe again and hopefully Damon would begin to return to himself. With the arrival of the doctor came questions. Questions, she herself should have considered but had not with all that was occurring. Had she been expelling her food regularly, in the wee bits of the morning? Did the smell of foods she had enjoyed before make her do so, as well? When had she last bled? As the last came about she thought hard, realizing what the doctor meant as she came to the conclusion that her last bleed had not come since Damon had first returned home in late July. Her heart soared at the thought of having a child filling with more love than she had ever known it could hold. With the knowledge of the babe growing in her belly, she came to her final decision. Damon would either stand by her and this child or their marriage would end. She would not risk her babe. She called upon her brother and begged her to take her to him. That she would have either have her little family or she would have her closure and be able to move on with no questions of what ifs.

They had met Damon as he was leaving their shared home Katherine exiting behind him in one of her dresses. Her heart clenched, knowing what must have occurred in what had been their home. He questioned her telling her that this was his home and his land. He told her that he planned on having Katherine for his wife once he their marriage was annulled for her infertility. She had sobbingly laughed as she told him that he could not only to be questioned and she met his eyes noticing the dull glaze. "My fertility is of no issue. I carry our first child within my belly now." She saw his eyes spark, coming alive. His hands began to twitch before reaching up to grasp upon his hair. He seemed to be fighting at himself.

"₋ₒₗ"

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"⁻⁻ᵒⁿ⁻⁻⁻ⁿᵍ ⁻⁻ᵉᵉ"

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"⁻⁻ᵉˢ ᶜᵒⁿ⁻⁻ ⁻⁻⁻ˡᶦⁿᵍ ⁻⁻ⁿᵉᵉᵉ"

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"SʜE CᴏNᴛRᴏLɪNɢ MᴇEᴇE!"

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Katherine's face broke in a furious hiss, her face changing.

"Vampire!" James snarled reaching into his coat as Katherine sped in front of him and threw him into a tree.

"JAMES!" Katherine grabbed her by the arms forcing her to look into her eyes.

"Do not fight and follow me. Do not scream for help." Before turning to Damon. "Come."

The sun was setting when they reached a cliff overlooking a lake. The wind had picked up and the clouds were rolling in when Katherine turned to face them again. "Stand there and do nothing but watch." She demanded of him before locking eyes with Amaryllis. "Why couldn't you just give up? He was finally starting to give in."

"You may have had control but I have his heart. So long as I draw breath, so long as my soul walks with earth. You will never have him."

"Well, it's a good thing you will not be breathing or do any walking for much longer." Katherine smiled at her cruelly. "Walk to the edge and while you do you, beg him. Beg your husband to save you. When you can walk no further, I want you to turn around and do what I command next."

She could not control her body as it walked to the cliff edge and begged her husband, her Damon, for she knew now she had been under the same curse she was now to help her. She pleaded tears in her eyes as her hands came up grasping at the material over her belly. She wondered of what could have been for she knew Katherine would not let her live. She knew now that all those times Damon begged her forgiveness, he must have broken free of her and tried to tell her what was happening but found himself unable to speak further then his apologies. She knew those small lapses in her memory must have been her doing. As she reached the edge and began to turn she realized she had stopped speaking "Damon." She could control her speech. "Damon, it is ok. I don't blame you, never."

"Fall." She turned to Damon. "I warned you. Now, You love only me."

"I love you." She said a tear slipping from the corner of her eye as she felt her body lean back.

And so, it was as dark clouds filled the sky that 25th of September in the year of 1864 that Amaryllis Salvatore died.