CASTING CALL:

Damon Salvatore – Yoshi

Katherine Pierce – Joy

Authors Note: Please excuse any spelling or grammatical errors that you may encounter. This writing is older and we did not proof it before posting.

DAMON'S POV –

Hope. It was a funny thing. Mostly because it was completely non-existent and Damon knew that now. He knew that a few days ago when Elena's life hung in the balance. She survived and he was grateful, but he had accepted it now. It was his time to die and he was ready for it. His life had been a long one, and the unfortunate thing was the majority of it had been wasted trying to free Katherine from a tomb she was never imprisoned in, whilst making Stefan's life miserable. Now his little brother was out there trying to save him, and going to god knows what length to do so. All Damon could think about was Elena now. Elena. His beautiful breath of fresh air, the reason why he had changed…or tried to. It was all for her, all because he loved her, truly loved her. It felt as though they were being filled with gravel, and with each passing second they expanded less and less as he slipped closer to the darkness. "Elena…please," Damon struggled to speak, finding that to be a chore as he wheezed slightly. He held back the cough, not wanting to hack up blood on Elena and alarm her more than she already was. "Don't try to find Stefan…you'll get killed…Klaus is still—" He tried to take a deep breath. "He's still out there, Elena. And so is Elijah. Your life could be in danger…" he trailed off for a moment, his eyes slowly lifting to meet hers. "You should've known me in 1864, you would've liked me," he said honestly. He was so sweet and innocent then.

It was before Katherine had turned him into a bitter monster. "I like you now…just the way you are," Elena answered sweetly, and he could see tears welling up in her eyes. His crystalline oceans shifted up to her heart shaped face and the perfection of her olive skin. She had just lost her aunt, her biological father, and yet…here she was, ready to watch someone else she cared for leave the world. He hated this. Hated that the stupid mutt had done this to him, but he couldn't let him hurt Caroline…that hadn't been an option in his mind. The blonde Barbie infuriated him, but he did care for her—even if he never admitted it out loud. His eyes gently closed, the darkness enveloping him as his surroundings began to blur. Elena's heartbeat was lulling him to his grave, and if that was his lullaby—he'd take it with a smile. "Thank you," he finally said. "Your welcome." That was when an all too familiar voice rang in his ears. There was so many witty things he wanted to say, but he was too weak, and Katherine had already answered what he was going to ask anyway. Which was why should he thank her? She had brought a cure. He watched as she moved to the bed, Elena instantly getting out of the way as she dumped a liquid in his mouth. It was blood, the iron and salt taste burst on his tongue like rainbows as it went down the back of his throat. He could already tell it was working, his arm slowly began to stop burning…and he could breathe better.

Elena was already asking about Stefan. He wanted to know too. Where was his brother? He listened carefully, watching the exchange that was happening between Katherine and her doppelganger. God she was such a cruel bitch to Elena. She's nothing like you, he thought to himself, but he knew it was a lie. Elena was exactly like Katherine, she was just sweeter and kinder. But he knew she loved him and his brother, and she would choose Stefan…because he would always win. He was the better brother. Damon was getting angrier and angrier at her words. She was intentionally trying to cut Elena and make her overwhelmed with guilt, and he could see that it was working. Every nasty remark she inflicted, Elena's face would drop and her eyes would grow weaker and more dim. He wanted to intervene, wanted to say something, but he was speechless as he listened to the truth in between Katherine's insults. Klaus had provided the cure, and now Stefan was paying for it. He knew how Klaus was, and what he would have Stefan doing wouldn't be good. Katherine only confirmed this when she began talking about how much blood he was ingesting. Damon couldn't believe the despair he felt for Stefan. Several months ago he would've been throwing confetti at the thought that his brother finally turned to the 'dark side' and became a real vampire. Now it just saddened him. He was shutting out the one thing that made him, Stefan. The one thing that made him a better person than Damon would ever be. He was giving it up. Just to save him.

When she started to threaten Elena's family he couldn't keep his mouth shut any longer. "Katherine…" Damon said firmly, but she seem to brush him off as the two continued talking. The moment Elena raised her hand to slap Katherine Damon knew it wouldn't be good. Suddenly she was hissing out in pain, watching as Katherine was about to dislocate Elena's arm. He tried to move from the bed, but he was still recovering, his entire body aching as he looked at her powerless…and angry. "Katherine let go of her or I will kill you. Maybe not today, but tomorrow you can bet on it," he said in a deep voice as he narrowed his eyes on her. She let go, but he doubted it was because of what he said. When Elena's eyes connected with his, he just nodded solemnly. If she didn't come back he would go get her tomorrow. Besides, she was safer in this house where no one could enter unless she permitted them. Her house was like a welcome mat for vampires, she was anything but safe. But he was sure she wanted to see Jeremy after everything that had happened, because she hadn't received the chance to yet. So he let her go, listening as Katherine did to the sound of an engine and a car peeling out of the driveway. "Well honestly Katherine, now that you're here…I wish I WAS dead," he hissed, glaring at her. His blood was already at a rolling boil, but it was about to burst when she made the remark about Stefan.

"You selfish bitch," Damon said, "no I am not glad my brother is finally a monster. He did it to save my life, and I realize now Stefan isn't Stefan unless he clings to his humanity. I plan on saving him as soon as the sun rises," he retorted, already knowing he was going to need her assistance…and he wasn't even sure how he'd get it. He felt like ripping her throat out when she started talking about Elena. He didn't want Elena, he had already accepted the fact he would never have her…and that was fine. Stefan deserved her, he didn't. "No Katherine…" Damon began, "unlike you I don't take what isn't mine from other people…not anymore," he whispered. "Elena is better off with Stefan, and I think that just makes you bitter because you want him, don't you?" He mused with a raise of his brow. "Didn't think Stefan told me?" He continued. "Yeah I heard alllllll about your little day with him downstairs in the basement, where you two rehashed the past and you told him you loved him," he chuckled. If she wanted to be a bitch he'd be an asshole. The two could play this game, and they often did anyhow. "If I were to guess you want me with Elena, just so you have a better chance at getting Stefan wrapped around your little finger again. But don't flatter yourself, Katherine. Anyone who speaks to Elena and then you knows who the better choice is…lets face it…I may always be second best, but that's what you'll always be too. Us brothers will always pick Elena over your ass any day," he grinned. "Oh and don't expect a 'thank you' from me in regards to the cure. We both know you only did it because Klaus probably ordered you to…that and Stefan would never forgive you if you let me die."

KATHERINE'S POV –

Katherine stood in the corner of Alaric's apartment, back against the cool brick and her dark hues watched as Stefan gurgled against the blood bag, his lips covered in the sticky red consistence of blood. She stared at him, hard. She hated Klaus in that moment for making this so easy. She had been trying to do this for what seemed like ages when it actuality she had only been in Mystic Falls for a few months. She had wanted to be Stefan's demise, the reason that he turned into the animal she made him into, but no, Klaus had to take that privilege from her and it angered her. And Stefan was fucking himself over all for what? His stupid ass brother who was trying to play hero? All Damon cared about was stealing Elena from Stefan and the thought of her boys fighting over her doppelganger made bile rise in her throat in disgust. Yet, here was the younger brother, on his eighth bag of cold blood, selling his soul to the devil to save his pitiful brother, the brother that would gladly steal Elena from him, given the chance. She desperately wanted to go over there and reach for the blood and drink it herself, but she had been commanded to stand in the corner and there she stood. She hated Klaus more than anyone and to be under his command was killing her. She was Katerina Petrova, she did not bend to anyone's will and to be forced to do as commanded really hit a nerve with her, but what was she to do? She doubted that there would be a part of her left after this. Klaus would kill her, she knew it.

A low growl began to form in her throat as she stared over at the scene unfold, a ninth bag of blood sliding it's way over to Stefan. The empty bags began to fill the space at Stefan's feet, blood spatter messily cascading to the wooden floors only to Klaus' pleasure. "Katerina." Katherine's sharp gaze drifting from the guzzling sounds of Stefan's mouth over to Klaus. She noted the pleased expression on his lips, the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips like he had something to be proud of and she knew that he did. To get Stefan to down nine bags of blood was impressive, a feat she would have gladly loved to conquer herself. Her hues glanced down to Klaus' arm that lifting, his finger curling towards him in a 'come hither' gesture and she rolled her eyes, kicking herself away from the wall, arms still persistently crossed over her chest as she walked over to him. She, unconsciously, found herself protecting her heart, knowing that, at any moment, Klaus could decide to reach into her chest and tear out her heart right before her eyes. According to him, she had a penance to pay for her betrayal centuries early; running was a sin after all and he was God, he had the ability to punish her.

He reached forward, his smile widening as his fingers graced the side of her face, tucking back a thick curl of brunette hair behind her ear. "Katerina. I have a job for you." She hated herself for finding the accent on his tongue so alluring still to this day, but more so she regretted not falling under the spell of his brother. She watched him go into the kitchen and from a cupboard he pulled out a little vial like bottle and she knew what he was going to do without even thinking. Both she and Stefan looked at Klaus as he tore open his flesh and let his blood drop into the container until it sufficed him to stop. He corked the bottle and went back to Katherine and she immediately tensed, her muscles clenching under the pressure and she realized that if she had a heart, it would be beating fast, like a hummingbird. "Take this to Damon and let him know what his brother gave up for him, yes?" Klaus held out the vile and Katherine upturned her palm and immediately wanted to keep it for herself, but her command was given and she knew that she had to uphold to what he wanted. "Don't be selfish Katerina. Hurry along now. I'll be seeing you soon."

Katherine's slender fingers wrapped around the vile and she glanced over at Stefan with surprisingly soft eyes as if to tell him that she was sorry, but she couldn't stay because, when it came down to it, Katherine would not risk her own skin for anyone, not even the man that she loved and within the next second she was gone, running as fast as she can at an inhuman speed to put as much distance between Klaus and herself as she could, but the reality of the situation was that she would never be able to get away from Klaus, he would always find her, he had his ways and he proved that over the course of the last few days. She was terrified of him now, the new power surged off of him like a powerful aura, but she couldn't worry about him now, she had to go to Damon. If given the choice she wouldn't have found herself outside of the Salvatore boarding house, but her orders were clear and she made her way inside. Upon entering the home, she could hear voices from upstairs and her sensitive nose picked up on the scent of Elena. She silently made her way upstairs to the smell and found a scene that she hadn't quite expected.

"You would have liked me…" Katherine smiled a little realizing that he was talking about his past and the urge to laugh swept over her, but she kept silent wanting to see what would come of this with Elena lying ever so close to her boyfriend's dying brother. "I like you now… just the way you are." What happened next, she definitely hadn't predicted. With curious eyes, her sharp vision watched as Elena hesitantly kissed Damon's lips and an anger began to pulse through her veins and she realized if she didn't control it, the bottle of blood meant to save Damon's life would break in between her fingers and dribble down to the floor. "Thank you." "You're welcome." Katherine rolled her eyes, licking her lips as she stared at them. "Well, it's me you should be thanking. I mean, I'm the one who brought the cure." Katherine watched as Elena stood up and put distance between her and Damon before she started over to Damon. "I thought you were dead." "I was." Katherine sighed, twisted off the cork as she sat down on the bed next to Damon and brought the bottle to his lips. "I owed you one." She smiled a little as she watched the dark red liquid cascade into Damon's mouth and she hated that the cure was so close, but leaving her grasp.

"Where's Stefan?" Katherine gave Damon's cheek a little pat before she got to her feet, capping the now empty bottle. "Are you sure you care?" "Where is he?" An evil smiled formed on Katherine's lips as she lifted the bottle, motioning to it. "He's paying for this. He gave himself over to Klaus. I wouldn't expect him anytime soon." "What do you mean 'he gave himself over'?" "He just sacrificed everything to save his brother… including you. It's a good thing you have Damon to keep you company. Oh, it's okay to love them both. I did." Katherine tossed the bottle over to Elena and laughed a little, throwing her head back with a manipulative smile plastered over her lips. "You should probably get home Elena. Wouldn't want anything to happen to your family in your absence now would you?" It was an obvious threat, but Katherine wanted Elena to leave. "What does that mean?" Katherine took a step forward and looked Elena dead in her eyes which were identical to her own. "You have no idea how cruel Klaus can be. He's not finished here and it wouldn't surprise me if he sent Stefan after your dear brother. You should have seen him drinking all of that blood… it was like the monster in him had come back to life. You would have loved it."

And almost as soon as the words had come out of her mouth, Elena's hand shot out to slap Katherine across the face, but Katherine was faster and she grabbed a hold of Elena's wrist before it could collide with her face. Instead of simply stopping there, she bent Elena's arm backwards, threatening to break Elena's bone in two. "I wouldn't try that Elena." Katherine hissed between her teeth, pushing further, forcing Elena to have to bend at the knee backwards to prevent her arm from snapping, but Katherine let go. "You should leave." Katherine spat and watched as Elena glanced over at Damon as if to ask for assurance and soon enough she was leaving. Katherine stood there and waited for an engine to start and once she heard wheels on loose gravel she turned to Damon. "Have fun dying Damon?" Katherine looked at him with a sly grin, enjoying this all too much because she knew she had successfully pulled Elena away from him and washed Damon with guilt for his brother. "Or are you finally happy that you succeeded in turning your brother into a monster? And all because of what? To try and impress his girlfriend. You never learn do you? Stefan is always going to win. Stefan always gets the girl."

DAMON'S POV –

Damon just glared at her, unable to argue. Of course he couldn't hurt her. Even when he was healthy she was still strong just given her age alone. Still, that didn't keep him from wanting to try to hurt her as much as he wished to. "Sure I do," he challenged. He doubted Katherine would put harm to him. As big of a bitch as she was, she still cared for him on some level…or so he wanted to believe. Either way, if she tested that theory he wouldn't be too heartbroken over the outcome. "Well…wherever he's going, I intend to find him. Stefan needs to help and I'm not going to abandon him when he needs me the most. I care about him…a lot, but I hated admitting it until recently. He apologized for my fate, but the more I think about it the more I realize that he wasn't the one who owed me an apology at all," he hissed, his cerulean optics narrowing in on her. She had made him fall in love with her and he had given everything to her, he even willingly wanted to turn so he could be with her. What had Katherine done? Used him and Stefan, turning them against one another until their fates were decided for them when they tried to save her from getting trapped in the tomb; the tomb that he had assumed she was caught in for 145 years as he diligently worked to get her out. Katherine was a cold hearted bitch. She didn't even realize what he had sacrificed…what Stefan did.

She never would either, she only cared for herself and that's why Damon loathed her now more than anything…with every fiber of his being. He looked at her, completely outraged by her remark. "We didn't belong to anyone, Katherine…least of all you. You just had us believe that you were actually sweet…and you weren't," Damon snapped. The fact that she had the gull to say it, let alone believe it, made him even more livid as he sat stewing on his bed—weak and impatient to the healing blood circulating through his system. "She deserves Stefan…he loves her the way she needs to be loved…that's why I will get him back," he stated confidently. Damon shook his head, chuckling under his breath at her. "You seem so sure she'll be dead," he muttered. "That's if Stefan doesn't turn her, then what are you going to do? Kill his beloved? Do you think he'll really give you a chance then, Katherine? You're so stupid," he murmured, rolling his eyes. "Instead of actually winning Stefan over the right way, you attempt to do it the backwards way. Being a complete bitch to everything he cares about. You ruin his life. He hates you; you know that, don't you? Good luck trying to turn back the hands of time. If you would've done it correctly the first time around you wouldn't be having an issue at all!" He exclaimed, and he loved being right just as much as she enjoyed being a ruthless bitch. He ignored her jab about being alone.

The truth was he was just as stubborn as she was. If he wanted a lover he could have one, even without compulsion. It just took a little effort…a little humanity, and that was something Damon Salvatore did not like letting in. Elena was the only person he had softened up for, but he was quickly hardening himself again…because he knew she would never be his. "Well he died the moment he learned the woman he loved wasn't in the tomb…that she had been free all along and knew where he was but didn't give a shit," Damon hissed in reply. In a split second her hand was wrapped around his throat and he was being pressed into the supple mattress, her legs straddling him on the bed. His nostrils flared when he felt her warm breath by his ear. It wasn't that long ago this position would've had him with a rock hard erection, and even now it was hard to ward one off on her beauty alone. Bitch or not, she was the best lover he'd ever have…but he wouldn't be so easy. He moaned a little as her wet tongue trailed along his neck, his eyes snapping shut as he tried to ignore her. It became hard to do. Her voice was so melodic and silky, leading him into a trance. He was actually thinking of doing what she asked, but as he started to lean forward she was already off of him on the other side of the room. He was pissed now. Outraged. She was teasing him…mocking him. "God Katherine, you're not even good for ass anymore," he muttered, not wanting to let on how upset with her he really was. "Why don't we just cut the bullshit and get to the point. I have a brother to rescue…and you're the only person strong enough to help me. What do I have to do to get you to agree to a rescue mission?" He asked her.

KATHERINE'S POV –

"Oh come on! I was sweet and loving, your problem with me was the fact that I knew what I wanted and I wasn't afraid to manipulate it out of either of you. You forget that you fell into my hands so willingly Damon. If you want to blame someone for your pain, blame yourself for falling in love so easily." Katherine spat at him, she didn't like being disrespected, but that was all that Damon seemed capable of. She knew that he didn't think poorly of her completely because whether he liked it or not, she was always going to be his first love and she was always going to be haunting him for the rest of his life. It did irritate her that he seemed to have moved on from her though. She liked having both of the Salvatore brothers hung up on her, it was nice and not having either of them begging for her love irritated her. It wasn't that she needed either of them, but she wanted to be able to have some fun and so far she had been shit out of luck. Granted, when she had gotten here, she had had her opportunity to fool around with Damon, but what she really wanted was Stefan and now she was stuck. She was going to wait for a while to get him back, there was no way in hell that she was going to go and step on Klaus' toes and get herself killed and that was one thing that Damon had hit the nail on, Katherine would never put herself in danger to save another person's life.

"It's called Plan B, Damon. I always have one." She shrugged, noticing the bulge in his jeans, her eyes playfully dancing over his frame before she looked into his crystal oceans and found an angry lust in there that attracted her and she wanted to throw gasoline on that fire. Katherine tugged at her leather jacket, pulling it down the length of one arm and the next before discarding it to the side, not really caring if it ended up on the floor or not. "Why don't you take what you want from me, hmm?" She suggesting, daring him to do his worst if he made that decision. "Oh, that's right you're not man enough to do shit." She mocked him, insulting him for doing the same to her. She was only happy to piss him off because she knew where that could get him. Katherine hadn't forgotten Damon, she was still very aware that the man that had fallen in love with her was coming through and back into his life thanks to Elena, but she also knew that she could twist him any which direction she wanted to. However, she wasn't going to take his fucking attitude with a smile and pour honey on his dick just because he was in a cranky mood. She was going to make him pay and pay heavily.

"See, the problem with your situation is that I can find Stefan on my own without you and without even so much as lifting a finger. You are unnecessary baggage that I don't need to deal with so the question is, why the hell should I help you?" That was the truth. Katherine was beautiful enough to sway many vampires to help her out and because of that she was deadly and she had the other benefit of having lots of people that owed her favors; she may have not been the most likeable person in the world, but she was clever. She would do things for certain people knowing that sooner or later they would come in handy to her. That was the reason why she let Damon feed from her when he was human and the reason why she forced blood down Stefan's throat all those many years ago. She knew that, eventually, the both of them would come in handy to her, but more so for her entertainment and Damon was providing her with plenty of laughs now. "It's good to know that you are already aware of the price that comes with asking for my help, but it's too bad that you don't know what I want because you may not like it one bit."

Katherine smiled mischievously as she crossed back over to him, ready to torture him again because she knew that she was ever so talented at bringing him pain, no matter the type. She leaned over him, her feminine hand purposely resting up against his thigh, her fingers wrapping around him muscle, tightening uncomfortably so much so that if he had been human, she would have crushed his leg to mush. "First things first Damon, you need to get yourself better which is going to require sleep and lots of blood because, as I understand it, you've been coughing up most of what you've been consuming and no, I'm not going to baby you. You can get the damn blood yourself, you ungrateful piece of shit." Katherine dug her fingernails into his thigh, ripping through his dark faded jeans and into the plump flesh beneath. She felt his blood pool at her fingers and begin to overflow and dribble down his thigh. "The next time you call me stupid, be prepared for hell." Her vice grip deepened to bone as her fingertips clawed into his body, opening him up before she pulled her hand back. She looked at her blood stained fingers and brought her pointer finger to her lips. She took her digit into her mouth and sucked his sweet blood off of the tip as tough she had chocolate covering her finger. "Maybe I was wrong. You are still delicious on my tongue." She reached down and grabbed the blanket and used it to clean her fingers before she quickly used the same hand to slap him across the face, her nails catching him, ripping scratches along his cheek. "It isn't wise being such a dick to the woman that you need help from. Come to think of it, I really don't feel like helping your sorry ass do anything. Looks like you are going to need to do a bit of convincing m'dear."

DAMON'S POV –

"Right, I'm so sorry Katherine. Next time I won't believe all the loving things you said, I'll just remember that you're a selfish bitch who likes playing with people like their fucking puppets for your entertainment," Damon snarled. The longer she stayed in his bedroom, the more he wanted to kill her. At this rate he'd take pleasure in beating the shit out of her and he didn't care if he died trying. She had no idea how much he had loved her, how much he had risked for her. He was willing to send Stefan to his grave just to make her happy, just to release her from the tomb…and for what? For nothing! She didn't even realize that when they first woke up as vampires, still in between their transition, that Stefan could've cared less that she was 'dead'. He just wanted to feed and start his new life as a monster of the night. Damon grieved for her. He didn't want to be a vampire; he wanted to die, because a life without Katherine wasn't even fathomable to him. He loved her more than anything and accepted her for what she was. Stefan hadn't. She had to compel him just to make him unafraid, but she never had to do the extra work for him. He loved her the way she was and he was willing to give up his own mortality to spend an eternity with her. Katherine stole his life, stole his heart, and then crushed it underneath her shoe like he meant nothing at all. He was sick of her bullshit and more sickened by how Stefan was always the number one choice.

Don't take this out on your brother, he thought to himself, as he watched Katherine take off her jacket; more nasty words slipping past her lips. He had just gotten over the past 145 years…or at least he hoped he had, successfully, but drudging up the past and having this dance of banter with Katherine was only bringing the pain back to the surface. He was remembering why he hated Stefan, remembering why he spent most of his time making his life miserable. Maybe he didn't want to save him. Don't think that, he told himself again, his eyes hardening on her when she stated she didn't need him to find Stefan. He couldn't very well argue, he knew that she didn't. She was Katherine, she had men and women falling at her feet—waiting to lick her ass if that's what was going to please her. But Damon refused to be one of those people anymore. It was done. Over. And now he truly regretted even asking her for her assistance, he would've preferred to die getting Stefan back on his own than get so desperate as to result in needing her help. He didn't even want to ask what she wanted or what her price was, he didn't want her help anymore. He'd place this a different way. Suddenly she was on top of him again, her slender finger nails gripping his leg as her chocolate hues captured his in an intense gaze. He clenched his draw when she first dug her fingernails in, feeling his denim jeans give way. It was when her nails sunk through his skin next that he growled, his eyes starting to water as he glared at Katherine, helpless to stop it.

He groaned out loud, nearly crumpling over in pain as her nails dug further into him—nearly to his bone. Blood was running down his legs, pooling beneath his thigh and soaking the sheets as he tried to catch his breath. He was still hurting as she sickly licked his blood off of her fingers. Then her hand came in contact with his face, ripping scratches across it with her claws. "You think I'm going to beg, Katherine?" Damon asked through a hiss as he narrowed his eyes on her. "I'm not, and I'm not convincing to do shit," he spat. It was a long shot, but if he were to guess, Katherine may have had a lot of friends but none of them would be as strategically clever as he was when it came to making plans and executing them. After all, the Masquerade idea had been his and he got her in the damn tomb where she belonged without a hitch. If they hadn't have staked Elijah she'd still be there…and that thought amused and pleased him so much he wished he could throw her ass back in there himself. Therefore he refused to do what she wanted him to, which was to kiss ass to get what he wanted. He was above that now. He hated Katherine and he would not bow to her wishes, but he knew she wouldn't leave…oh no, she wouldn't. She was never happy when she didn't get what she wanted and she'd stay until she could. With that in mind, Damon reached for his cell phone a smile on his face as he looked up at her. "Get out, Katherine," he sneered, knowing she would probably go into the guest bedroom down the hallway.

He hit speed dial to Elena, waiting for her to answer. Not only was his leg killing him and his face burning, but he knew exactly what to do to get under Katherine's skin. Elena. His secret weapon. "Hey Elena," Damon said softly into the phone. Sure, he was still upset over the kiss they shared but he was going to have to get over it eventually, right? Now was as good as time as any, because Elena could serve a greater purpose here. "Yeah Elena, I'm not doing so well," he mused darkly, his eyes shifting up. Katherine hadn't moved yet. "Katherine refuses to help," he added. "Well you know how she is…" Elena was already promising to be right over. "Thank you," he said, before he hung up the phone. He could've attempted to go downstairs by himself, but given his weakened state…and now the pain Katherine had inflicted he didn't want to. He watched Katherine storm out of the room, but as expected he heard her go into the guest room. It was only fifteen minutes later that Elena was running back up the stairs, gasping when she saw the bed covered in blood and the wound on his face. "Damon," Elena said, concerned as she went by his side. She may not have loved him like he wanted, but she did care and that was more than he could say for Katherine. "She's such a monster," Elena said, shaking her head as she disappeared into his bathroom and returned with a wet washcloth. She pressed it to his cheek tenderly, her eyes looking at him but her mouth saying nothing.

"Can you go get me blood bags, Elena? I'm going to need more to heal," he explained. She nodded right away, disappearing to do what he requested. It wasn't long before she was returning again, five bags in her hand as she rested them on his nightstand and returned to his side. He would never understand why Katherine couldn't just be nice, but he wouldn't be holding his breath to see if she'd change. Elena tended to the claw marks on his leg, washing him clean as she drank his blood—now on his third bag. "You should let me change the sheets," she suggested.

KATHERINE'S POV –

Katherine listened to Damon as he spoke to Elena with a disgusted look on her face. He was a little piece of shit and he needed to be taught a lesson. Actually, she could think of multiple reasons that she should knock some sense into him, but he was persistently trying to be good and that wasn't going to help their situation in the least. If he was going to try and find Stefan and go against Klaus he needed to get his fucking backbone back into his system and the only way to do that was to create an atmosphere in which he could see just how vulnerable he was. She was doing him some good and she knew it, but he didn't. Katherine wanted Stefan back just as much as he did and probably Elena did, but Katherine wasn't as stupid as either Damon or Elena were and so she wouldn't go skipping over to Klaus with a death wish. Katherine was smart enough to have escaped his grasp once and she was smart enough to do it again, but pushing for a third way out was like trying to see if she had any more luck left in her to do anything with. She had all sorts of tricks up her sleeve, but Klaus was older than she was therefore exceedingly wiser than she or Damon could ever hope to be and now he was all powerful and shit which didn't leave either of them with very many options. And then it certainly didn't help that Stefan had already given himself over to the bloodlust and only Elena could be naïve where that area was concerned. Both Katherine and Damon knew that there was a possibility that Stefan wouldn't want to come back from the darkness he had fallen into. It was just that delicious.

"You are such an ass." Katherine spat, turning on her heel and leaving the room, her brain already working on overdrive coming up with a plan and she knew exactly what to do. She and Elena were so much alike, but there was one thing that Elena could never do that Katherine could and that was impersonate her doppelganger. Elena was too sweet and innocent to pull off the evil and greed that resided in Katherine's chocolate eyes, but Katherine knew how to be pure and loving because she too, at one time, had been the same. She could be exactly like Elena and impersonate her mannerisms and the way she talked and all she needed was a flat iron to do so. So Katherine went off into the guest bedroom and heated up her flat iron and proceeded to get the wave out of her natural dark locks of hair. It didn't take her too long, a few minutes maybe, but she didn't have all of that much time to do what she needed to before she heard the engine cut outside of the boarding house and she knew that it was time for her to place nice with Damon. She crept out of her room and made it outside without so much as a creak in the floorboards and met Elena just as she slammed the door shut to her car. "Hello Elena." Katherine smiled her hand already falling against the back of Elena's head before Elena could say a word, sending the girl into a limp state, but before she could fall, Katherine caught the girl in her arms.

She took Elena inside and down into the basement so she could lock Elena into the little cell that was ever so conveniently empty for Katherine to do what she pleased with. "I hope you don't mind, but I'll need to borrow your clothes." Katherine whispered, kicking off her pumps before taking off her skinny jeans and tank top. She was careless with Elena as she removed the girl's frumpy clothing, not really concerned with making sure her head hit the floor or not or if she was being too rough with Elena's body. Before too long she had on Elena's one size too big jeans on her frame and her t-shirt over the rest of her and she grumbled a little. 'How is she even comfortable walking out in public in this shit.' Katherine wondered, grabbing onto Elena's purse for some perfume knowing full well that was one thing that Elena kept in her purse. She sprayed some of it onto her neck and hair before taping Elena's mouth shut and then locking her up to the chains that were attached to the walls. "Toodle-loo."

Katherine waved her fingers a little, stepping out of the cell before shutting it and locking it behind her. She quickly made her way up to Damon, running up the stairs and into his bedroom gasping for air for the lungs that she didn't really need to survive. Her eyes fell on Damon's face first before travelling down to the blood on the bed and she looked at him so appalled and shocked that she knew he was already falling into her trap. "She's such a monster." Katherine shook her head, dumping her purse to the side so she could rush over to the bathroom and grab a wet washcloth. She went back over to him and pressed it against his face, her eyes training into his oceans as she took tender care of him. "Of course, I'll be right back." Katherine set the washcloth down and did as he asked and retrieved five bags of blood for him that she set to the side for him to drink. She then went down to his legs and with the washcloth she gently dabbed the blood from the puncture wounds that she had inflicted on him. "I guess there isn't a point in me bandaging your wounds? It looks like they are already healing." She marveled down at his leg like she was a human who had never seen something so miraculous before, but then she smiled up at him gently. "You should let me change the sheets and I won't take no for an answer."

Katherine set aside the washcloth and went over and took his arm and propped it over her shoulder as though she was naïve enough to believe that Damon needed help getting from his bed to the chair, but she was trying to be Elena and Elena was always trying to be helpful. She feigned weakness as she tugged him up, letting Damon do most of the work anyway before she propped him down onto the chair. "You just stay right there and I'll get everything fresh and clean for you." Katherine smiled and went over to his bed, pulling the covers and sheets from the mattress before taking them off with her down to the laundry as though she would ever attempt to clean them. She then went off and grabbed some new bedding and went back into the room and started the work of putting his bed back together. She wondered why he needed such a big bed, but knew it had something to do with his persistent need to have a sexual relationship with every pussy that walked his way and she rolled her eyes at him while she had her back to him. She made sure that it was as neat as possible while still alluding to the human flaw of imperfections, but she went as far as to plump his pillow and even went and grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms for him from his drawer for him to change into. "Do you need help with this or are you okay to change on your own?" She set the pajama bottoms on the bed and gathered up the bloody washcloth and the now empty blood bags. "I better throw these out. I'll give you some privacy, but I'll be back to check up on you. Do you need anything else while I'm downstairs? Another blood bag maybe? Or something else to drink?" She smiled lovingly at him, letting her eyes tenderly grace his features as she pretending to be his Elena.

DAMON'S POV –

Damon couldn't explain it, but he already felt better. There was something so nurturing and caring about Elena, and it was something that Katherine would never possess. Maybe that was why he had fallen for Elena so hard. Not only did she look like the woman he once loved more than life itself, but she obtained all the good qualities that Katherine didn't. Katherine would never be as attentive as Elena was being right now as she cleaned his cuts, and babied him. She such a kindness in her eye and he actually felt like he meant something to someone. He never really had that, especially once he became a vampire. In his human life Katherine made him feel like he was the only one and that Stefan was just a side toy, one she was stringing along for amusement. She always said it would only be the two of them, but she had lied. He could never see Elena lying, at least not about something like that. He put down his fourth blood bag on his nightstand as Elena insisted she change the sheets. "Um…alright, that would probably be nice," Damon commented, given the fact his own blood now decorated his usually clean bedding. He wrapped his arm around her, finding it cute how much she seemed to struggle to get him from the bed. He had to do most of the work, and it still hurt him even though his wounds were healing. It would take a while for him to return to his normal state—he figured. He plopped down into the chair on the other side of the room, thanking her sweetly before he watched her strip his bed of the soiled sheets.

Then she disappeared momentarily, returning with a new bed spread. He wasn't sure how she knew, but she even brought up a set that was his instead of Stefan's. "Thank you so much Elena, you don't know how much this means to me," he said softly as she finished up his bed and put out a pair of pajama bottoms for him. He wouldn't mind letting her help him change, but he wouldn't be able to let her with a clear conscience. He knew that Elena was Stefan's and he didn't want to disrespect his brother like that…of course…he didn't know how long he would be able to keep that up and fight his feelings for her. "No, I've got it…thank you," he told her as he slowly got up from the chair and limped over to the bed. "Maybe a scotch?" He suggested when she asked if he needed anything else. When she left, he got out of his blood clothes, and stepped into the pants before he laid back in his clean bed. She truly was an angel. He wanted someone that perfect for himself, but he knew he'd never find it because he didn't deserve it. She came back upstairs a few minutes later, slipping in the room as she handed him his drink. He downed the entire thing, setting the empty glass on his nightstand as he patted the space beside him in the bed. "Come sit with me," he suggested, because he wanted to tell her everything that was on his mind. He knew he was probably just opening himself up to disappointment, but he couldn't help it. He had to tell her how he felt.

When she sat down beside him, he turned to his side; his crystalline optics connecting with hers. "Elena you mean so much to me. Thank you so much for dropping everything and coming over here," he whispered. "Katherine drives me nuts." He tried to admit that as quietly as possible in case the bitch was listening in to their conversation. "I still care about her, and she just treats me like shit. It hurts me, but…" he sighed. He was NEVER this open, ever. Not even with Elena, but he had a near death experience so he tried to pass this moment off as just an aftershock of the event. He certainly wouldn't be like this come tomorrow. "I don't know why I always fall in love with women who will never love me," he said, his gaze intensifying as he looked into her eyes. "First Katherine…and now, you; maybe I should give up on the true love front," he chuckled dryly. "I tried it twice and got burned both times. Feeding, fucking, and then killing seems like the much easier way then actually investing feelings in someone. I don't say this to make you feel guilty, Elena. I know you're Stefan's. I just wished it would've worked out for me at least once. The feeling of actually being loved in return is probably a beautiful thing…but I'll never know…" he trailed off, looking away from her.

KATHERINE'S POV –

Elena probably would have denied him the scotch, but Katherine couldn't see the harm in it so she brought him a glass and a good sized glass at that, filled nearly to the brim. When she handed it to him, he didn't waste any time whatsoever chugging it down and Katherine pursed her thin lips and made a little sigh. "You need to take it easy with that Damon," she urged quietly, taking a seat next to him as he prompted her to. He was such a schmuck. Even after all this time he couldn't tell the difference and here Katherine thought her smell was slightly different from Elena's, but whatever, it would be his fault for not noticing and she had to consciously force a smile not to appear on her lips. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth to wet her lips as he started talking, her mind completely unattached to the words that were coming out of his mouth because piercing images were forming in her mind. She wanted to fuck him senseless. Now that he was a vampire his body could do things he couldn't while he was human and Katherine wanted to explore that with him, but she couldn't, at least, not now. Right now, she was Elena and she had to be the breakable one which irritated her to no end. All Katherine wanted to do was take control of Damon's body and force her body into pleasure while riding his dick to kingdom come, but oh no, she had to take this innocently and it was so much harder to plot in her head. Katherine didn't do sweet and loving, she needed to be rough and in control and she supposed it was good that Damon had never had Elena's twat in his mouth or else Katherine's little plot would have been ruined.

She smiled softly and ever so innocently as he spoke, her eyes tainted with joy as he spoke about his lasting feelings for her. 'That's right baby, you still want me.' She thought, letting some sadness touch her eyes as his tone got depressing and he started to bitch and moan like a fucking pussy. She was so tempted to tell him to grow up and let his testicles drop. 'I bet his dick can't get hard anymore because he isn't man enough to know how to use it.' She almost felt for him as he looked away from her, his voice trailing off and for a moment she didn't know what to do. Her instincts told her to laugh at him and walk out of the door, but the better damage would be done making him believe that Elena loved him and she instantly had her way in. "Damon…" Katherine reached out for his hand, taking it in both of hers to smooth over the flesh of his hands. His hand was still cold to the touch, but slowly getting warmer as his body fought to heal him. She stroked the back of his hand with the pads of her thumbs as she looked down at them, letting tears come to her eyes before she allowed them to fall down onto her cheeks. "But I do…" Her bottom lip quivered as her gaze went back up to Damon's crystal hues. "I do love you... I do and I don't know why you can't see it."

She swallowed hard, lifting the back of her hand to her cheek as she sniffled, her eyes looking up to the ceiling to try and stop the tears that she could have ended with the blink of an eye. "Please don't say that." Katherine leaned forward, getting close to his face, one of her hands going to cup his cheek in her palm. "You are such a good man and you deserve so much more than you give yourself credit for." She nodded her head, tears trickling down her cheeks and onto his shoulder, a small sob escaping her. She could tell her act was succeeding by the way he looked at her and saw those tears and she knew he would do anything to get rid of them. "I want to..." she hesitated, wiping at her eyes, letting her tears stop for the moment. "I want to try something." Her sculpted eyebrows furrowed together as she let her head slowly get closer and closer to his, her lips drawing to his. Katherine was playing on the kiss that he and Elena had shared earlier and there was no doubt in her mind that he would kiss her back. She got so close to his lips that she could feel his breath on her petals and there she hesitated for a moment, her eyelids closed tight, concealing her in darkness. She waited there another several moment before she let her lips draw to his like a magnet to a refrigerator door. It was innocent enough, she didn't really move her lips just because she wanted to feel his lips on hers and after a while she pulled back ever so slightly. "Damon," she whispered, opened up her eyelids, "Tonight, it is only you and me."

Her lips molded to his again as she climbed over the top of him, not forgetting about his wound because she made good and well to avoid it. Her hands explore the sides of his face and went through his dark hair as her petals moved over his and she opened her mouth up for his tongue. She moaned lightly as his tongue went to hers, slipping into her warm cavern only to dance in her mouth. She kissed him lovingly until she thought that it was time for Elena's lungs to begin to burn with oxygen and then she pulled away from him a little, letting her dark hues catch his. "Please, don't deny me this." She begged, her voice a little quiet and covered in want as she lifted herself up over him. She made sure to straddle his hips as she reached for her shirt, pulling it up and over her head before tossing it to the side revealing her black bra underneath. She went back down to his lips, hardly standing the separation as she descended down to his jaw line, down to his neck, and then to his chest where her loving lips pressed to his tender flesh before going down further. She gently tugged at the waistband of the bottoms she had given him earlier and she pulled them down, careful to not bother the wound she had given to him before. She discarded the material before her eyes drifted to his healing thigh. With a gentle touch, she ran her fingertips along the outsides of the wound with a feather light touch. She then bent her head down to press her lips to where her fingertips had been. "A kiss can heal anything." She smiled, carefully getting off of him so she could get out of her jeans, revealing a pair of lacey boy shorts. She let the apples of her cheeks tint a little, one of her arms crossing over her chest to try and show that she was a bit nervous, her bottom lip going into her mouth as she felt his eyes examine her.

"Sorry, I'm a little nervous." She laughed softly before going back to the edge of the bed, sitting there like she had done before because she was seeking for his permission. "I want to love you Damon…" Katherine dropped her head closer to his, letting her breath hit his lips to make him fall deeper into her trap. "I do." She whispered for only him to hear. She could feel him give into her then so she sealed her decision with a kiss that could have equaled any that he had given her when he was human. With a careful hand she reached behind her back and unlatched her bra, letting it slide down her arms and to the floor before she got to her feet again so she could slide the panties down her slender legs. She could feel her nipples hardening against the exposure to the air and to the heat of his body as she climbed back onto the bed, her hands travelling down his chest and to his boxers. She could see his erection beating hard against the material and she smiled against his lower abdomen as she worked at getting them off of him until they were both absolutely naked. She knew that she needed to be careful because of his thigh so she straddled his hips, keeping herself above his dick, her slick wetness dripping down onto his head as she bent her head to kiss him. "I love you." She mumbled against his lips, reaching down between their bodies to take hold of his cock as she lowered herself down over him. A whimper escaped her as she rubbed his engorged head against her nether lips, making his dick good and wet before she put him at her entrance. She lowered herself over him, letting her cunt stretch to take him in, her walls clenching down around him as she settled down on him completely with a moan. Her chest rose and fell steadily as she just sat there, adjusting to him, loving the feel of him before she decided to take a good, long look at him before she slowly began to rock her hips into him, moving her body back and forth deliciously.

DAMON'S POV –

Damon knew that in the morning he would rather pretend that this conversation didn't take place. He didn't like exposing his emotions, and it didn't make a damn bit of difference that he was spewing his cathartic feelings to Elena, either. At the end of the day she was a woman, another woman that rejected the love he was trying to offer and he didn't know why he was putting it all out on the table for her again just to have it thrust back in his face. It wasn't a big secret that she loved Stefan more, and he understood why. That's why he couldn't be mad anymore, and that was also why in the morning he was going to find a way to go after his little brother because he didn't want him in Klaus' clutches. How does he come to Mystic Falls and beg the do-gooder to open a vein on girl and he refuse so persistently, but then some big bad original whom he couldn't stand comes along and now he's a ripper again. In a way it pissed Damon off and he felt betrayed by his little brother too, his rescue mission would also be to shell out a bit of revenge because he couldn't stand the fact that he was off on romp without him. Elena was slowly softening him, and he hated it and loved it at the same time. He loved it because he missed being a human more than anything else in the world, but he hated it because it made him weaker and give him a target of vulnerability on his back that exclaimed 'aim here to fuck me up.' He kind of smiled at Elena's warning; find it rather cute that she treated him like he was a fragile human like her.

His liver was invincible so he treated it as such; one of the few perks of being the living dead. When she said his name his crystal gaze moved to meet hers, her warm skin now on his hand as she held it. He put down the empty glass on the nightstand, turning his full attention to the beauty before him. He almost didn't know what to say. He felt as though he was dreaming…or dying. Maybe the cure wasn't working after all, because in the real world Elena Gilbert wouldn't have been confessing her love for him as tears streamed down her cheeks. His eyes grew sorrowful then, because he had upset her and he hadn't meant to. His head naturally leaned into her hand as palm touched his cheek and he listened to her beautiful words. They were everything he had always wanted to hear, but he realized in that moment how badly he had wanted to hear them from her all this time. Now it was happening. Stefan was slowly fading from his mind, his own wants and desires moving to the surface as he gazed into her coffee ground pools. He didn't move when she said she wanted to try something, he stayed perfectly still…watching as she inched closer and closer to him. His eyes fell shut and he could feel her warm breath against his parted lips. She sat there what seemed like hours before she finally closed the distance. Her smooth petals melted into his and he relished in the warmth that flooded through his body at the innocent gesture, only this time he was more coherent and able to enjoy it since he wasn't on his deathbed.

She pulled away too soon, his eyes opening up to meet hers as she whispered more words he could've sworn were coming out of one of his own fantasies. Before Damon could reply her lips were molding into his again and she was straddling him, careful to avoid the wound that Katherine had left on his thigh. His arms moved up around her, settling gently against the curves of her waist as her hands explored his face before her slender fingers ran through his hair. "Mmmm," he hummed into the kiss, and the moment her lips gave way he slipped his tongue in her moist mouth. He pressed his wet muscle to hers, inviting it into a warm dance as her kissed her tenderly—lovingly like he had always wanted to do. The world was disappearing right now and it was leaving only him and her in it, and he loved it more than anything he had ever experienced in his 170 years on the earth. When she broke away for air his gaze went straight for hers, and he watched in awe—his mouth slightly agape—as she peeled the shirt from her body. Stefan who? He might…might be sorry for this later but right now he only wanted Elena, and Stefan and his feelings were the furthest thing from his mind. "Elena," Damon murmured quietly, drinking in her perfect frame as she came back down to him. His hand cradled her head, his fingers running through her silky locks as their mouths fused as one again. A low rumble of approval escaped deep from his chest as she began peppering kisses down his jaw and neck, descending down his abdomen as he watched her.

She was so gentle and loving he almost couldn't handle it. He shivered as her fingertips traced the healing edges of his wound before her lips went there, melting into his leg. A woman had never had this effect on him, but he wasn't surprised that Elena was bringing this side of him out. Not even Katherine had elicited these emotions from him when he was a human. "I believe that now," he whispered as she got off of him and guided her jeans off her legs. Damon couldn't help himself as his gaze shifted to her shapely legs and the curve of her ass in her cute panties. He smiled softly at her, his eyes softening. "Me too," he admitted, feeling like a teenager again as she got back on his bed and drew near to him. "I want you to, Elena…believe me…I do," he mirrored her words, his lips colliding with hers passionately. His tongue massaged hers, and he could feel her arms tangling with her bra and when she broke for air his glacier optics fused with her nude breasts unable to stop himself. He licked his lips, watching in a trance as she got off him and guided her panties down her legs—revealing her innocent womanhood. His cock was beating to life beneath the cotton of his boxers, wanting to take her sweetly and tenderly like he had always envisioned doing. Before he knew it she was back beside him again; her hands diligently working his boxers until they were off of him. When Elena straddled him again his hands moved to her hips, and he could feel her moisture actually dripping on to his skin.

If that wasn't enough to get a man going, he didn't know what would. She was completely saturated for him, and he loved that he managed to have the effect on her and she actually didn't care if she showed it now. Damon wasn't sure how long this would last, so he was going to seize this moment. For all he knew he'd wake up and it would all just be a dream. That would devastate him, and that's why he was going to remember this for the rest of his life. His lips met hers again before she whispered more affectionate confessions against his lips. "I love you too," he told her, a soft moan escaping his lips as her hand curled around his thick length and rubbed it against her drenched folds. "My god Elena," Damon murmured in a husky tone. "Is this really happening?" He asked her as he looked into her eyes. But then he felt her sink on to his throbbing erection and he felt like he about died from the pleasure, so he knew this was really taking place. "You feel so good," he mumbled, pants and groans leaving his lips as she began to ride his dick like it was made for her—and Damon liked to believe it was. "Elena," Damon breathed, causing her to stop for a moment as he gently rolled her over so she was now laying on his bed. "I've always wanted our first time to be memorable…I don't want you doing all the work, though you're beautiful doing it," he smiled tenderly, his lips brushing against hers as he began to move inside of her slowly.

He reveled in the sensations of her muscles stretching over him each time he'd slip back into her, her slick walls making it nearly effortless as she coated his manhood in her juices each time. His lips melted into her neck, moving down her chest as his tongue gently slipped between his lips lapping at her pink nipple until it grew taut beneath his taste buds. He loved her little breathy noises, and it urged him to quicken his pace slightly as his hand moved between their moving bodies. His thumb brushed against her clit, coaxing blood to rush there as her swirled around it. It hardened underneath his touch as he increased the pressure, flicking it gently as he thrust inside of her tight walls. "I love your sounds, so sexy," he mumbled against her parted lips, silencing her as he slipped his wet muscle inside her moist mouth. This was too much for him to bare and he never wanted it to end. He'd tend to her the entire night; he didn't care how tired or sore he was. Elena Gilbert was beneath him, and he loved her more than anything and he wanted to show that to her. Nothing was going to stop him, not even thoughts of rescuing his brother.

KATHERINE'S POV –

Katherine had to admit that it irked her hearing him call her Elena. She would have rather heard her name on Damon's lips which was beyond her, but she loved a man's groans with her name written all over them. However, just because she wanted that didn't mean she couldn't find her pleasure somewhere else as in looking back on this moment when she left with such glee that she wouldn't be able to hold back her pleasure. The idea of him finding his precious Elena in the cellar was too good and she wished desperately she could catch it on camera or see it for herself, but she needed to be far enough away from him. She had every intention of fucking him until the morning hours, sleeping with him just a little, and then leaving before he could wake up and when he went to get his breakfast, his little surprise would be waiting for him. She knew it would ruin him because he was expecting something he shouldn't have ever wanted. It was so blatantly obvious that she was not Elena, but the lust was preventing Damon from thinking straight. Only Elena's pussy was on his mind and Katherine was sure her body was identical to Elena's, but Katherine knew how to move herself to give a man exactly as he wanted. She wasn't innocent in this area at all because she knew what sex could get her and she used it like currency, passing her body from dick to dick unable to get sore, but completely able to get bored. She needed her games to keep entertained which was why Katherine had started fucking Stefan when the brothers were human. It was that pleasure she got from knowing what it would do to them as brothers and as people because if they were all talking strictly the truth, both Salvatore brothers would have to admit that they would not be who they were today without Katherine's gentle push.

When he said Elena's name again, she felt like slapping him so she paused, contemplating it, but then he flipped them over and she found herself on her back. 'Fucking missionary style… so boring,' she thought, pursing her lips a little as she reached up with her hands, smoothing them up his sculpted arms until she could wrap them behind his neck. Katherine had to remind herself that Elena was innocent, that Elena would gladly take being loved rather than having any control so she let Damon live out his fantasy for the fact that it would pain him even more. His future pain was something that Katherine heartily looked forward to because Damon was ruled by his heart even if he didn't realize it. Damon could be affected by the smallest of things because he was a sensitive man and that was why it was so much more fun toying with his mind than it had ever been with Stefan. Katherine opened up her legs for him, letting him slip even further into her swollen pussy as he moved within her, delving into her warm cavern with such meaningful thrusts that she wanted to puke. Katherine loved fast, sharp thrusts that could jolt her body into heaven and this loving shit made her sick to her stomach, but she had to force herself to enjoy it for the sake of pulling off her façade.

The one thing she found pleasure in was the size of his dick. He was deliciously big and sinfully hard and she couldn't help letting out several euphoric moans as he slid into her body, slamming his engorged head into the spongy center of her cunt. She had definitely missed his cock and that was probably about the only thing that she had missed about him. He was just the perfect size for her; stretching her enough to make her feel the sting of his intrusion, but not enough to hide the bliss that he was obviously forcing throughout her body. She bit down on her bottom lip as she clung to him, bending both of her legs at the knee so that she could tighten her grip on his hips, almost trying to slow him down in a way as though the tension in her body was too much for her to handle. "Oh Damon, please." She murmured, her back arching up into him as she began to lift her hips up into him, using her feet as leverage to meet his ardent thrusts. She wanted her release, but she wanted his too. She wanted him to shoot his milky seed into her body so she could go around carrying a part of him with her; she knew that that reality alone would hurt him more. Katherine was far too evil to get her orgasm out of sex alone, but the idea of seeing him again after this was enough to have her whimpering underneath his frame.

Her moans became breathier as her lower abdomen tensed uncomfortably, her legs tightening around him, her nails digging into his back as softly as she could make it, as softly as a vampire could allow. She knew she wasn't breaking skin, but she was close. Katherine pushed away those overcoming feelings, her fingers dragging down his back as she lifted her lips to his ear, "Cum with me." She purred, letting her head hit back against the pillow before she brought his head down to meet her lips. She kissed him with a fierce fervor that definitely was walking a thin line where Elena was concerned. She parted her lips to let his tongue into her mouth and only then did she let him claim her wet muscle. It was only then that she let herself succumb to her pleasure, her feminine walls spasming around his dick. Her pussy tightened around him, milking him to his own release. Her wet muscles tightened around him as his cock began to twitch inside of her hallows, his cum shooting out into the back of her chasm. This had to be one of her favorite parts and as she looked up into his blue eyes only to switch their positions again. She rolled him over in the midst of their passion, making sure their contact didn't break, her legs falling around his as she kissed his chest. "I love you Damon Salvatore." She muttered, making sure she dealt him one last blow before she pretended to drift off to sleep.

Katherine had been out of Mystical Falls for two weeks, letting the burn of Damon's miscalculation seep into his heart until he was seething with it. She had even left in Elena's clothing, leaving Elena down in the cellar in her underwear and even with Katherine's clothes so that Damon would know exactly what had happened. And over the last few weeks she had been itching to get back to him to receive the brunt of his anger, to get exactly what he wanted to dish out to her and it was exactly that need that had driven her back to the boarding house, back to where she knew Damon would be except Damon was nowhere to be found. She grumbled, saddened that she was going to have to wait for him to get home, but it was just another surprise waiting for him when he got back. She settled into the den, pouring herself a thick scotch, before sitting herself down onto the couch, bringing up her legs so that she could rest up against the back of it. "Hurry up Damon, it's rude to keep a girl waiting."