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Song Suggestion: One Republic – All This Time

Nicki Minaj – Turn me on

All this time we were waiting for eachother

I sat there, eyes blank, an expression upon my face that was not common for me. It was hurt. It was suffering. It was jealousy. I couldn't get over the fact that both of them didn't want me anymore. Neither of them didn't want to kiss me, to touch me, to love me...

They wanted her. They wanted that emotionless, selfless little girl who knew absolutely nothing. They wanted the girl that looked exactly like me.

The man sitting across from me has been compelled to just sit and listen to my babbles. Compelled by me, of course. I'm sick of screwing around. I'm sick of teasing them. I just need someone to listen. "That's why they were interested in the first place, you know." I growl. The man, Jeff, just blinks at me. Stupid. Humans are so stupid.

"Excuse me?"

"Stefan and Damon. They wanted her all because she looks like me. I can take that to the grave. I can accept that. But they don't want me anymore. They want her."

"Well why would they want her when they could have you?" he asks me. I focus my eyes on him, mouth twitching from irritation. Why did they want her? Because she had the looks. She had the appearance of me which, somehow, made her me. But we are different. And they like that different. They like how caring she is. How human. How passionate.

I can be passionate.

"They like her personality better," I mumble weakly. The bar is vacant now besides Jeff, the bartender, and I.

"I like your personality." He offers.

I hiss. "You don't know me."

Jeff frowns. "I want to know you."

My eyes go blank. "You don't want to know me, Jeff. I'm not a very nice person. But do you honestly think that I give a shit? I look out for myself." I sigh, adding, "But I need him, Jeff. What do you do when the only person you'll ever love despises you?"

"You...prove to them that you can be good for them."

"But I am, Jeff! I'm perfect for him! Elena isn't perfect – far from it! She's falling in my footsteps. She's knowing what it feels like to care for them both. She just hasn't realized that the one that she loves more isn't the brother she thought it'd be."

"I don't understand."

"Like you shouldn't. Jeff, I am torn between the love for him and the love for myself."

"Love has no vanity. You need to love someone with more than everything." he says quietly. I look at him, wondering what kind of man like Jeff wanders in a bar to drown his sorrows. You'd think he had the smarts.

"Stefan loves me. He does. He thinks I compelled him. He thinks it wasn't real. But it was, Jeff. Oh – it was! I need to prove to him that I can be worth it. I can be worth loving again; touching again. Kissing again. I can ignite his skin with a single touch. He's told me so before. " I rant, desperate. "His brother doesn't want me."

"His brother?"

"I crave both of their affection. I can't help it. I wanted them both. I loved them both. It's always been Stefan. But I need Damon's love, too. He loves Elena now. They both want Elena."

Jeff shifts in his seat. "May I leave?"

My eyes catch his and I speak the words, "Leave this bar. Go home. Forget me. Forget this conversation." demanding that he do exactly what is told of him. His eyes unfocus and I know that my compulsion has worked on him. He stands and exits the bar.

I watch his back as he descends.

And then I follow him.

He's startled to see me, blinking and asking, "Who are you?" The chilly night air touches my face refreshingly. I've had too much to drink tonight. My eyes turn black. He starts racing toward his car but I catch up to him in a flash. I pin him against the side of his vehicle, fangs exposed and a hand drawn over his mouth to muffle his screams.

"I'm sorry Jeff, but even compelled, I can't bear the thought you hearing my words."

Eyes wide, he screams louder. Nobody will hear him. Nobody except the bartender inside – but even so, the music is so loud inside that he will have extreme trouble hearing this. Jeff's fate is a sad one. I lunge for his neck, my teeth breaking skin. I pull the warm liquid of his blood into my mouth and satisfy my thirst. Jeff falls to the ground; dead. I lick my lips as blood oozes down my chin.

…

I've disposed of the body, however the smell of blood catches my attention. Blood that is not Jeff's. A scream ripples through the night. My breathing stops – I can't even think. It is a human scream, obviously suggesting that said human is in danger. Danger of what? Another vampire? My instincts tell me to check it out.

My brain tells me to run as fast as I can. I almost run, before I remember that it could be Damon. Or Caroline. They don't hunt humans, do they? Surely they wouldn't let one scream like that? As much as I want to leave, I begin down the road to follow the source of the human cries. If this is a vampire about to expose themselves to the town; they can forget it. They will be so screwed after I'm done with them.

The scent of blood in the air is appealing despite the fact I've just had a drink. It's powerful; strong, as if this much blood shouldn't of been spilled. It's messy. Someone is ripping apart a human. Faster now, I run to my target. And then I see them.

I see them crouching over a victim that is literally torn apart. Mounds of flesh are scattered around. I want to gag. This is repulsive. For me. For anyone. My eyes are glued to the vampire eagerly sucking away human life. I shift my weight and make sure this vampire is alone.

He is.

So I casually walk up to him and ask, "Need a napkin?"

For a split second I am downwind and that bloody smell fills my nostrils. However, beneath the smell of the delicious liquid is the faint tang of pine and cologne. Cologne that I have come to recognize. Pine that I smell every time I am with one of the Salvatore brothers.

He gets up but before he turns around I realize in horror that this is my Stefan. I take a step back, eyes peeled to the fact that meets mine. It is awful. He has a richer, creamier skin color. His eyes are black as night and blood is smeared all over him; chest, face, hands, arms. Even in his hair. Monster.

"Stefan?" I choke out.

He recognizes me. "Katherine."

"What..are...you doing?" I asked, my eyes now flickering to the high school girl he just mauled.

He blinks, shame and guilt written all over his face. I am glad, actually, that this monster is able to feel guilty. It's proof that there is a hint of himself hidden beneath the ripper. I am not afraid, only hurt. Hurt because Klaus did this to him. Hurt because Stefan doesn't want to be like this.

Klaus. I think the name with dread.

Stefan doesn't answer me.

"Why are you here, Stefan?"

"I've come back." he approaches me, closer. I give him a good lookover before returning his gaze. "Klaus isn't here, Katherine. I got away from him. I'm alone."

I have a hard time believing any of this but the truth is written in his eyes. "Klaus..no, Stefan. You need to leave. You can't be in Mystic Falls. He's coming back for you. He's probably already here." I whisper in rushed tones.

"Shh, shh, shh, no, no." He whispers back eagerly. "I need to be here. He won't find me."

"You're an idiot if you think he won't." I snap. I'm pissed. Why would Stefan return? Especially like this? Have some class, Stefan.

He growls back to me, eyes dark, "You gave Damon the cure."

"You thought I wouldn't." My arms fold across my chest. "Why?"

"Because you're a bitch, Katherine. Why did you do it?"

I shrugged. "Damon gave me the vervian and I owed him." My eyes look down at the body. "So what's this all about, Stefan?"

He frowns, looking away. "I'll rid of the body."

"How generous of you not to expose the vampires in this town. This is bad. You need help."

His eyes meet mine. "I don't need help, Katherine. I'm fine. This is who I am."

My face relaxs, my brows raising. "Really? This isn't you, Stefan. You don't kill."

"I'm a vampire, Katherine. You kill, don't you? This is our nature. It's who we are. I've decided to accept that by now. Get over it." Since when did he get so snappish? Right, since the past few weeks he's spent with Klaus.

I step closer to him, getting in his face. "And what will your precious Elena think about this?" I know I'm pushing his buttons. Good. "Will she fall into your arms and swoon over your return? Not like this, Stefan. I don't think so."

He hisses and pounces on me. I fight back, dodging his blows. Eventually, though, he pins me down. I give him a great kick to the stomach and he flys backward. His back smacks off of the concrete. He gets up quickly; more quicker than I thought.

He's much stronger than he was with animal blood. Much stronger.

Realization hits me hard. I realize that he's come back for her.

"If you think she wants you anymore, Stefan, she doesn't." I breathe, fangs exposed and panting.

He narrows his eyes at me. I continue. "You think she's spent this time mourning your leaving? She kissed Damon."

Stefan's reaction is priceless. He doesn't breathe, only stares at me. He then growls. "You're lying."

"Really? Then maybe when you see her, you should ask. She kissed Damon." I smirk and a giggle escapes my lips. "Before she knew you even left, actually."

"Liar!" He lunges at me and I dodge him. My instincts tell me to flee. I will. He doesn't come after me a second time, but we've now changed spots. I smile.

"I'm not lying, Stefan. I walked in on them when I was bringing the cure. It was quite...emotional, really. Feelings were being confessed. Wish you were there to see it." I walk over to him and run a gentle hand across his chest. I circle him like a jungle cat. I know that he's hurt.

A giggle escapes my lips again. "I've been loyal to you, Stef. Would never do that to you." and I whisper softly into his ear, "Get rid of that body."

And I'm gone, running. Running to distance myself from that monster. From the Klaus magnet. From the game I'm playing. From the game I wish I didn't play. From my feelings. From my love.

From the man I still love, even after this.