AN: Dedicated to VampireExpert101 who listed Katherine has someone who would definitely be interested in the Delena dance when the thought had never even crossed my mind. It really should have, though, she's a pretty obvious choice when you think about it. Drop me a REVIEW. I love getting 'em. They make me smile like a moron for hours. :)

OH! And everyone check out my story "The Dead, They Sleep". It's a one-shot detailing the fight I mentioned back in ch 8. It's been called "powerful" and "painfully tragic" in reviews. So give it a read, yeah?

Warnings: Mild Language, Katherine is not well pleased. Might be OC, I don't really know how Katherine acts, but they said she was selfish and spoilt, so…

Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries.

Mine

Oh no. No, no, no, no. This is simply unacceptable. Damon is my creature. Always has been, always will be. And this little look-a-like whore will not steal him away from me.

It doesn't matter that I left him a century ago, he's mine. Both of them, Stefan too. All mine. Mine to with as I see fit. Mine to have. Mine to leave. Mine to take back. Mine. Mine. Mine. MINE.

How dare he touch her like that! How dare he look at her the way he once looked at me. How dare he even contemplate forgetting me for even a second. I made him. I gave him purpose. I gave him eternal life. Eternal night. To spend pining for my love. To spend desiring and missing me. To spend as my little bitch, suffering whatever torments I decide to put him through while he stares at me with soft puppy eyes.

The eyes he's now turned to Elena as he embraces her so tenderly to dance. Traitorous bastard. Unfaithful asshole. Our relationship is only open on my end, he must remain loyal. Those are the rules. I get to make the rules. He must remember that.

I made the rules a century and a half ago when I chose to have both brothers, and I make the rules now. His life is mine to do with what I will. I made him for no other purpose.

He is my plaything. My lover. My devoted little puppy, following at my heels and content with whatever scraps of affection decreed to toss at his feet. He is mine. And no one takes my things away from me.

She taken my face, my town, my boys. She is simply a hollow image. She isn't me. She will never have the hold over Damon that I do. She will never take him from me. He'll take one look at the real thing and forget that he ever felt anything for this copycat.

Because they're mine, not hers. Utterly and completely mine. Always have been. They've merely forgotten. And that I will make them regret. No one forgets Katherine Pierce. Not once I've gotten my claws into them. And I certainly have my claws in Damon and Stefan. Especially Damon, the foolishly dashing mortal that had so eagerly clammored for death. To spend eternity in my dark embrace. Damon has been mine from the moment I interrupted his game of football to this moment now.

I own him, body and soul.

This day, this dance, that adoring look in his eye and the smile I'm sure he hasn't smiled since I left him, they mean nothing. Because Damon loves me.

Because Damon is mine.