So here is chapter three. aaaand I would love reviews. no scratch taht. I need them. really, i would appreciate a bit of input from readers. thanks a bunch! like it? hate it? favorite part? let me know! enjoy! - FlamingRose
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Laying on the couch, pretending to sleep, only seeing Damon's eyes for some really annoying reason. It had been two days. He should be out of my head by now, but of course he's just going to stay there. Then again, I had never seen someone with such an earnest death wish as Damon. I needed Klaus dead. I needed out of this apartment. I needed a drink. I sauntered to the liquor cabinet and took out a glass and raided the cabinets for vodka. Score. I poured a glass and took a sip followed by a gulp.
"Who needs a glass?" I muttered to myself after a few full glasses. I giggled to myself as I tossed it over my shoulder, dancing to the music in my head as it shattered against the wall. The bottle of booze was attached to my lips as I twirled around in place getting dizzy. My head lolled from side to side. Thank goodness hangovers were for humans. I heard keys in the door and froze in place. Klaus was back. I hastily put away the alcohol and sat on the counter as innocently as possible.
Instead Stefan walked through the door. After looking at the glass strewn about one part of the floor he looked to me.
"Where's Klaus?"
"I make it my business not to know," I replied, "besides, if your plan worked, shouldn't he be dead?"
"That's a long story," he said dismissing the topic, "Damon's dying." As if I didn't know that. "I need a cure," He continued, "and I know Klaus has one."
"Who told you that?"
"The witches. They won't give it to me, but Emily told me Klaus has it. I want it. Damon has done a lot of things, but he's my brother, and I am not going to just sit by and watch him die." Leave it to Stefan to be the hero. At that moment Klaus walked in.
"Oh? What is this? Katerina? Why didn't you tell me we had a visitor?" he said as he drove a stake through Stefan.
"He's just trying to help his brother," I said, my voice nearly shaking as I watched him twist the weapon deeper. That seemed to work as he pulled out the wooden dagger and let Stefan drop to the floor.
"Give me the cure, and I will do anything you want." Was he asking for a death wish? Klaus smirked at such a proposal.
"Katerina," he called me over, "present your wrist." I tentatively did so and instantly regretted it. He bit into me, and I felt the venom inch along my arm. He cut into himself and fed me his blood. As one drop slipped down my throat the pain in my arm reduced. I drank quickly, hoping that this was the cure the witches had talked about. When he pulled away I checked my arm. The bite was gone and completely healed. He was the cure. Well that wouldn't feed his ego.
"I'll give you a vile of my blood for your brother, but first, drink this. All of it," Klaus commanded as he tossed a bag of blood to Stefan. People blood, not furry woodland creatures, but Homo Sapien Sapiens. I watched, terrified but intrigued. He began to drink. As he finished Klaus threw him another. And another. And another. He was making a monster out of him. It was scaring me. Not only was Klaus scaring me, but Stefan was scaring me. Finally Klaus approached me.
"Come dear," he said holding up the vile, "take this to Damon Salvatore."
"Are you telling me to leave?" I asked, nearly begging for my freedom. A twinkle of amusement passed his featured before he replied.
"Yes, I am." I ran out the door eager to leave the confines of his prison. I didn't stop running till I reached the boarding house. I let myself in and walked up the steps. I listened to the voices coming from upstairs. It was Damon and Elena.
"I love you," I heard him say. It reminded me of when he told me the same thing.
"You should have met me in 1864. You would have liked me." I know I had.
"I like you now. Just the way you are." Did she really, or was she just saying this because she thought he was dying? Either way, she felt for them both. It was obvious. No matter how many times they both told her she was nothing like me, they were wrong. She was just like me: forced to choose, but wanting both for herself. She may be generous with her life, but when it came to romance, she was as selfish as they thought I was. I walked into the doorway in time to see her kiss Damon softly on the mouth. A gift for the "afterlife". How sweet.
"Thank you," he said.
"You're welcome."
"Well it's me you should be thanking," I spoke up, "I mean, I'm the one who brought the cure." They both looked up obviously surprised to see me there. I took a glance at Elena, who had jumped off the bed when she noticed there was a witness.
"I thought you were dead," I said, letting my disdain for her drip off my tongue.
"I was," she replied, giving me that look of disapproval I knew too well. The self-righteous of every decade and every era would always have that trait in common. I drew my attention to Damon who looked like he was inches from death. I instinctively lengthened my strides to reach him quicker.
"You got free," he breathed.
"Yup," I replied as I gave him the elixir, "finally."
"And you still came here." I put my hand to his cheek and looked him in the eye.
"I owed you one." I held his gaze a little longer searching for something. I wasn't sure what I was looking for in his eyes, but I knew I didn't find it. After gently patting the side of his cheek affectionately, I stood up to leave.
"Where's Stefan?" self- righteous Elena asked.
"Are you sure you care?" I shot back at her.
"Where is he?" she repeated trying to look threatening. I nearly laughed at her efforts. I had been around for five hundred years. She was going to have to sprout fangs and grow a malicious heart along with a hankering for murder until she frightened me, and even then it would still be a challenge.
"He's paying for this," I said holding up the elixir, "He gave himself over to Klaus. I wouldn't expect him any time soon."
"What do you mean he gave himself over?" What? Was it not clear enough before? I swear this girl is not the brightest.
"I mean, he sacrificed everything to save his brother. Even you." I let it sink in. I knew she wouldn't like that news. I didn't care. So sue me. So call me a bitch. Bitchiness was, after all, my forte.
"Good thing you have Damon to keep you company. Goodbye Elena," I said sweetly as I tossed her the elixir.
"Oh, and it's okay to love them both," I told her. I looked at Damon, already recovering and caught his gaze. "I did." I took one last glance at Elena, and then Damon, and I made my way out of the house as fast as I could. Once outside I looked up at the house to the room where I knew Damon was sitting with Elena. I couldn't explain why, but for the first time in a long time, I wanted to die.
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