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DAMON'S POV -

When Damon opened his eyes the next morning his mind wandered back to the night before, absentmindedly wondering if it was a dream after all. He turned to his side, noticing that he was all alone in bed with no one to hold but a pillow but he could still smell her soft scent on his pillows. He threw back the covers, revealing his naked body and his morning wood as he let out a groan; his hand rubbing the injury that had been there the day before where Katherine had dealt him a harsh wound. "It must've happened," he murmured under his breath, getting up and starting a new day. He couldn't help but wonder if Elena regretted what they did the night before. After all, he had just gotten bit by a werewolf and for all he knew it was pity sex; her boyfriend had just left town to be with Klaus, she wouldn't have fallen out of love with Stefan that fast, would she? She had said that she loved him though, and that hung in the balance as he got to the bathroom; showering off the remains of his near death yesterday before he dressed in some tight black jeans and a black cotton t-shirt. Then he headed downstairs, cell phone in hand as he dialed Elena's number. It rang twice before he heard it echo. His eyes shifted to the basement door, his brow raising in curiosity as he swung open the door. Grunts and groans echoed in his ear, the faint sound of a heartbeat echoing in his ear as he ran downstairs, pocketing his phone when he reached the last cell to find Elena tied to a chair in just her bra and panties.

Katherine's clothes were scattered around her and in that moment he knew what happened, he realized that he had been played for a fool by the biggest bitch of all. His jaw locked in anger, but he couldn't react to it, not yet. Elena was in trouble and had been tied here all night and she needed help. "Elena!" Damon exclaimed, moving to her as he unbound the ropes that had her hands and ankles tied to the metal chair. "Elena, are you okay?" He asked her in a concerned tone. Tears began to fall from her chocolate orbs as she leaned into him like a crumbling child. His arms wrapped around her, lifting her into his arms as he took her upstairs, letting her shower and change into some of his clothes before he made sure she got home safely. He decided not to tell her what Katherine did to him because he didn't want to make things more strained between the two of them then they already were. Him on the other hand was stewing with the betrayal that Katherine had left him with, probably with a smile on her face, and he was left to deal with the aftermath. He swore if he ever saw that bitch again he'd kill her, but the sad thing was Damon had promised himself that before and never made good on his word. It was a couple of weeks later that he was heading home after dropping Elena off once having lunch with her. They had been doing more research on Klaus and Stefan and found traces of them wandering of the east coast killing people.

They were trying to come up with another plan of action, but failing miserably because she wanted to be reckless, and Damon—well he didn't. He cared for her life too much to bargain with it. He walked into the front door, a familiar and unwelcomed scent falling in the crevice of his nostrils as he scrunched up his face in disgust and anger. He wasted no time getting to where she was because he was not going to let her stay there. His vicious oceanic hues threw daggers at her when he reached the doorway, seeing her cuddled up on his leather sofa with a glass of scotch in hand. In seconds he was standing in front of her, his hand gripping around the one that held her drink as he squeezed; forcing the glass to crush in her hand and pierce her skin in every direction. He watched the pain reflect in her eyes, a nasty smile spreading across his lips as his manic side flashed in his azure oceans. Damon's hand wrapped around her throat, lifting her up in the air as he catapulted her into a wall, meeting her before she could stand as he pinned her to a wall. "You're not welcome here, Katherine. You're lucky I'm not killing you right now…although…" he seethed, his attention flickering to the table to his side, "it might not be a bad idea," he mused, breaking off one of the legs as he shoved it deep into her chest. He purposely missed her heart, but knew it was close enough that she could probably feel the splinters raking against her thriving organ with every breath that she would inhale. "I'll never be able to return the amount of pain you caused me with that sickening act. You're the devil," he growled at her, shoving her to the floor as he stepped away from her. "Get out of my house."

KATHERINE'S POV -

There was something about a good agonizing wait that had Katherine frothing at the lips. She loved torturing people and often times the best torture was playing a disappearing act after having done something absolutely devious to let the pain simmer to a boil. Katherine was evil down to her core, but Damon wasn't her only toy and he didn't deserve to have all of her attention, after all, there were other fish in the sea. She thought that a week in Las Vegas would do her good so, after leaving Damon alone in bed, she ran off and booked a flight to the party city. Truth was, she didn't really want to leave, but she knew that if she didn't, she'd be in for hell with Damon. It wasn't that she was scared of him, on the contrary, she thought he was a good little pussy that she could kill any moment that she wanted to. No, she wanted to see his face when he found Elena bound to a chair in her underwear, Katherine's clothes scattered around her like some kind of offering. She just wanted to see his face, see the anger in his eyes… oh how delicious that would have been. Thinking about it alone had her licking her lips in anticipation for the moment that she would come face to face with him again. The anticipation was so bad that she felt that it was killing her and Katherine rarely had that reaction to time. Being a vampire offered her a luxury that not many had and only few had found the ability to appreciate—time. She had all of the time in the world to do whatever the hell she wanted and when someone had all of that future to spend; waiting didn't seem like such a task.

Still, she was eager to get back, eager enough that her foot was bouncing on the flight back to the little city that had somehow become a monumental place for her. Mystic Falls held something special for her. It was where she had met the man she loved, or so she thought she loved and she wanted his attention, but the stupid fuck had to go and get himself attached to Klaus and there was no way in hell that Katherine was ever going to go near that original. It would have been as though she was asking for a death sentence so, for the meantime, she was left with the Salvatore that would always be the sloppy seconds that no one ever wanted and Katherine would spend the rest of her life slamming that knowledge into his face. Damon wasn't wanted, he never would be. All he was good for was a laugh and that was what she was in search of now. Once she had landed and gotten herself back into the city, her first stop was to grab a meal and, as luck had it, she ran into one of Elena's friends on the way to the Salvatore house and she sucked her blood dry until she was dead on the ground. Katherine clapped her hands together in glee as she skipped along until she got herself to the Salvatore house. She could tell several yards back that no one was inside so she welcomed herself in. Humming to herself, she danced in the hallway all the way down to the den where she knew Damon kept the good liquor. "Oh the choices, the choices… eeny, meeny, miny, moe, catch a Damon by the throat, if he hollers stab him through eeny, meeny, miny moe! Scotch it is!"

Katherine reached for the bottle and then for a crystal glass before pouring herself a full glass of scotch. She brought the bottle with her to the leather couch, setting it on stand next to the couch as she sipped at her scotch. With three-fourths of the scotch down her throat, she caught the scent of Damon and she waited until she could hear his footsteps. She heard him walk through the front door and then he stopped for a moment and within the next moment he was standing in front of her, his hand covering her own hand that was holding onto the glass. She knew what was coming before he could even deal the cards so she let him get away with a few things, just a few. "You should never keep a lady waiting, it's rude." She pouted her lips and tossed her hair a little with a sweet smile, acting like Elena. Under the pressure of his hand, the glass broke, shattering into her flesh in all different directions, but he would have to do far worse than that to make her flinch. "Can't you do better than that?" His hand wrapped around her throat, lifting her into the air, a smile never leaving her lips. He tossed her backwards, her body slamming against the wall, his own body meeting her there a second later. "Hmm, this is hot," she purred, leaning her head forward, flicking her tongue at his bottom lips with an amused giggle. "I think someone grew some balls while I was gone!" She watched him tip over the table and she watched him break off a leg and stab it right into her chest beside her heart. The pain was just about unbearable, but this wasn't the first time that she had been stabbed in the chest so near to her heart. She could feel the wood up against her life muscle and she wasn't happy with him and the moment he let go of her, he had made his error.

She grabbed onto the table leg and pulled it from her chest, blood oozed for a few seconds until her body began to heal and she was on him like a cheetah. She tossed the table leg up into the air, but before it could even hit the floor, she had her hand against the side of his face, bending his body awkwardly to the side so that his head could meet the metal of her knee with a crippling crack. His body crumpled onto the floor as she reached out to grab the table leg from the air, bringing it down with uncanny force until it seared into Damon's chest exactly where he had just punctured her, but even closer to his heart. His pained voice echoed off of the walls and Katherine smiled in delight. "Catch a Damon by the throat, if he hollers stab him through!" She didn't take the time to watch the pain cross his features, her lightning speed took her to the fire pokers and she came back at him, digging all four of the pokers into his belly in one dive. She then knelt down at his side, shaking her head. "You'll never learn. I really don't care what you want Damon, I'm not leaving. Actually, I thought Stefan's bedroom would be a nice place to sleep for the next century or so… you should be a good boy so momma doesn't have to kill you." Katherine leaned down and pressed a hard kiss to his lips before bouncing up to her feet, picking the glass out of her hand with a sigh, "Why did you have to go and waste perfectly good scotch?"

DAMON'S POV -

The fact that she was still trying to act like Elena set his blood to a steady boil, only making him hate her more. Why did she had to do this? Why did she have to be such a cold hearted bitch? He had adored her once, worshiped the ground she walked on even, but now he just look at her and felt disgust and repulsion. Katherine hadn't done one nice thing for him since her return to Mystic Falls. She lied about being the tomb, she lied about loving him, and sure—she spared his life after the wolf bite, but probably only because Stefan asked her to. She'd do anything for his brother because it was him that she loved. However anything kind on her part by choice had not existed and he truly loathed her. She was more ruthless than he would ever be, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't fight her diabolical manic ways. He could never get one step ahead of her, and that bothered him because he felt inferior to her and Damon hated that feeling. Elena had softened him, but he was quickly hardening again, just so he could protect himself from the queen of cunts. Watching her fly through the air was only beginning to make him feel better, but she just continued to be manipulative, making bile rise in his throat. Once he had done his handy work with the table leg, he turned away from her, just hoping she'd get the hell out of his face so he could have a drink. It was bad enough she took a moment away from him that he had always fantasized sharing with Elena, but she cheapened it, lessening its worth for him.

On top of that, after comforting Elena a couple of weeks ago she had made it perfectly clear that the kiss was simply because she thought he was going to die and she wanted to give him what she knew he wanted before he went. It was a pity kiss, it meant absolutely nothing, and her heart belonged to Stefan and he knew then it would never be his so he had decided to quit trying. The only thing he was going to do was attempt to find his brother and get him back from Klaus before the stupid dickhead "ruined" him. That's the word Elena had used. He didn't think him becoming a "monster"—another word Elena used—would be so bad. Stefan was never interesting nibbling on bunnies, and in Damon's opinion it was about time he gave into his true self. He also knew that Elena wouldn't like that side of Stefan, and maybe subconsciously that's why he wanted his brother to fall off the proverbial wagon, as it were; so she would be forced to choose Damon. That wasn't love either, but he just wanted to block out these thoughts and he couldn't really do that with Katherine bugging him which is why he let her know she wasn't welcome. He knew the moment he turned his back it was a bad idea, and she only proved his thought accurate as she slammed his head into her steel knee dropping him to the floor like a fly. The table leg was quickly driven into his chest; right next the muscle of his heart like he had done her. He let out a groan through gritted teeth, his anger burning in his crystal gaze as he looked up in her eyes. There was no use fighting Katherine.

Even his determination wasn't going to beat her in a battle right now so he knew it was pointless to try. He thought that hit would've been enough to appease her, but he guessed he was just kidding himself, because in a flash she had driven the five fire place pokers into his gut. His blood spilled out on to the floor, and even though his immortal body was trying to heal, it couldn't with all the objects piercing him all over. With the amount of blood he was losing he already felt weak and he would have to drink after this, and not just a heavy scotch or whiskey. He glowered at her remark, revolted by her kiss when her petals landed roughly against his. He tried to jerk away from her, squirming in protest before she got to her feet. His hand wrapped around the wood first, pulling it out of his chest with a throaty groan before he picked out the pokers that skewed his body one by one; the clattering of the metal hitting the floor as he threw them. Damon's hand supported his abdomen as he struggled to get to his feet, most of his blood on the floor in large mixing puddles as he looked over at Katherine. She wasn't even worth the hassle. It would just lead to more fighting and more injuries on his end. She was incorrigible, and trying to make her otherwise would be his mistake. "Whatever Katherine, take up home in Stefan's room; see if I give a shit," he muttered dryly as he brushed past her.

"I need to replenish what's now on the floor," he grumbled, escaping down to the basement. If she was going to stay, she was going to stay, there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. He fixed himself up and a few weeks passed. He hated to say it, but having some company in the house, even if it was unwanted at times was oddly nice at times—or at least entertaining. Sometimes they'd go treat themselves to a live meal, driving several towns away just so they could have a decent hunt. Damon wasn't really trying the wholesome act anymore, although it was obvious that remaining effects of Elena in his life had lasted but he wasn't really complaining. She had made him better in some ways, though other vampires might've considered them weaknesses. He avoided her when he could, helping during other times in search of Stefan. Most things led to dead ends, or he'd find Stefan and have quick interactions with him; just long enough to realize he was losing himself to the darkness of being a Ripper again. Then he'd return to Katherine, asking her to help but she'd always refuse and they'd bicker and spat, sometimes kick the shit out of each other and then do it all over again. It got to the point that Damon started to feel like she was hiding something. After all, she claimed she was there to help get Stefan back but every time he'd leave on trips to follow leads—she would never come with him.

"What are you hiding Katherine," Damon hummed to himself as he waltzed into Stefan's old room. It now smelled like Katherine, her subtle touches of decoration laced in the antique aura of the room. A stack of leather bound journals rested on the desk in the corner, and for a moment Damon assumed she was just snooping in some of Stefan's old ones…but then he realized the binding was slightly different than the ones that filled up a bookshelf in the room. Damon cocked his head to the side curiously, walking over as he picked up the one on top. It looked the newest, and journal entries were scrawled across countless pages in perfect cursive. He settled down on the bed, resting his back against the headboard as he crossed his legs and began to flip through the pages. Katherine was oddly reflective, maybe even sweet in some cases. It made him scoff because he found it to all be bullshit…that was until he reached an entry about a little girl. He was curious instantly, which is precisely what had kept him reading; learning that Katherine had a daughter that was taken from her right after birth because it was conceived out of wedlock. Her mother pried it from her hands, and after consuming vampire blood she killed herself. In the journal she pondered what it would've been like to be a mother, how sometimes she wished she was human again, but what caught Damon's interest the most was the very last page of the journal. I know how to kill Klaus.

The sentence changed everything and further confirmed that Katherine was indeed hiding something from him. That's when he realized she was standing in the doorway. He shut the journal nonchalantly, returning it to the pile as he stayed sprawled out on her bed. He folded his arms behind his head, his ocean optics latching on to her frame. "Well I have to give it to you Katherine, it's no Hemmingway but it's certainly better than the mopey brooding thoughts of Stefan. Yours is even entertaining, I laughed," he mused with a scoff. "I mean you're pretty good. The pages actually reflect that you have a soul, it's just a shame I know you otherwise I would've fallen for it. So tell me, how long were you planning on keeping your knowledge of Klaus to yourself?"

KATHERINE'S POV -

Contrary to popular belief, Katherine didn't like to be alone; in fact, she hated it. That was why, when she did run off, she always seemed to have people around her. She would find someone that could get her the places that she wanted to go, but that was the key to everything. There was always someone. The only times that she was alone were the times that she was going from place to place mid-travel. She surrounded herself with people unless she was planning something nefarious, but these people had no idea who she was. She gave fake names, most of the time, because when she was travelling, it was never without purpose. She was always tracking Klaus down. She didn't care for running, even though she had gained a reputation for doing so. The truth of the matter was that she firmly believed that keeping enemies closer than her friends was always the wisest option. She wanted to know where Klaus was and be a safe enough distance away to be off his radar. She was quite ingenious. When it came down to following him, she would stop where he stopped, get people to tell her what he wanted, what he was up to so that she could be ahead of him. It was on those travels that she had picked up several key pieces of information and like a puzzle, for decades, she had been piecing everything together. Little by little, she was getting ahead of Klaus and saving her ass while doing so. Her greatest fear was death. It was the reason that she had forced herself to transform so many centuries ago. The best part of it all, other than her survival, was that she could turn off her feelings at the drop of a hate.

That was another thing that she had that many people didn't think she had the capability to possess. And in many ways they were right. The bottom line was that she would always choose her well being over everyone else's survival because, in her opinion, she was the most important. It was why she had made all of the decisions throughout her lifetime. She needed to live, she needed to thrive, she needed to conquer until there was nothing else left for her to do. Her life wouldn't be without purpose, but even though she knew how to get rid of Klaus, she wasn't about to go and do it. It was risky, it required stealing from Klaus that which he held most important to him. It wasn't going to be easy and she sure as hell wouldn't be the one to do it. No, she would get a guinea pig… probably more than just one, but she would make an attempt when the time was right. So she watched in blissful contentment as Damon and Elena made their efforts to try and save Stefan; Elena for love and Damon for obligation. Katherine, on the other hand, sat back and relaxed and laughed because they could go after Stefan as many times as they wanted to, but they would never be able to save him. Stefan belonged to Klaus, the only way to get him back was to get rid of the vampire that had control over him. It was a simple fact really and the two dolts were stupid not to realize it themselves, but Katherine kept quiet. She did what she did best, she made Damon angry as fuck and fought with him every time he got back from one of his little rescue missions. And she loved it.

She was convinced that there was nothing in the world that she did better than make his life miserable and she was trying to, but it was because he left her no choice. He was just so damn lovesick after a girl who would never love him, he deserved better. She preferred Damon the way he was before he had returned to Mystic Falls because he was fun then and she wanted fun and she was intent on getting him back to that place. She saw that vampire in him when they went off and hunted together. She loved it. She loved fighting with him too and messing up the house only to make him clean it up later. It was all a game to her, but there were things that she liked to, like pretend to be Elena around town so she could do whatever the hell she pleased. However, whenever they got physical with one another, she neglected to use her full strength on him like she had when she had come waltzing back into his life. She only hit him hard enough to end their fights because she was stronger and she could do that and she got bored easily with him. She only liked to fight if that meant she could have rough sex afterwards, but with Damon that was impossible. He was so damn whipped with that girl, but mostly Katherine thought that he was just too angry with her to contemplate having a little fun with her. That was all she wanted when it came to Damon, but he was so damn noble. He was supposed to be the one she could fuck with and Stefan was supposed to be the real deal. She loved him, or at least she was convinced that she did. She thought she felt the same way about him that she felt about the man she created a baby with, but she liked Stefan the way he was when they first met and when he was a Ripper, he wasn't that man. Katherine, though, couldn't do anything about it now when it meant risking her own life… so maybe it wasn't really love, maybe it was just infatuation and jealousy. There was once a time when she had both Salvatore brothers pinning over her and now neither one of them wanted anything to do with her.

With a fresh dose of blood in her system from a sales attendant at the local vintage clothing shop, she made her way back to the house. It wasn't home, nothing was home to her. The house she had grown up in was her home and that place was long gone, she had checked herself. There were certain things about her old life that she wanted back and not being able to have that human experience had jaded Katherine. It was what made her so diabolically wrong. When she walked back into the house, bags on her arms from her shopping, she instantly sensed that something was off. She moved her head from side to side very slowly, her eyes looking around as she cocked her head. She took a deep breath in through her nose and it smelled exactly like Damon, but the most potent scent of him was coming from upstairs to the left, not the right which was the direction of Damon's bedroom. A low growl began to form in the back of her throat as she set down her bags and started to make her way upstairs very silently which meant very quickly. She made it to her bedroom door, which she always kept closed, but was completely ajar. She looked inside, not bothering to hide herself, and there Damon was on her bed with her journals all around him, and one in his hand. She knew which one it was and that if he reached the end, he would know that she had a secret that she wasn't particularly ready to divulge to anyone. It was her leverage and hers alone.

Damon noticed her then and as though he didn't care, he set her journal down, put his hands behind his head, and made fun of her. Like Stefan, those were her inner thoughts and they were precious, they meant something to her. He had invaded her privacy and that would not go without consequence. She was even hurt that he found her words funny when she knew for a fact there was no happy memory inside. All of it was about the troubles of her life, the things she put down there so she could forget, but still have a place to go back to, to remember. In less than a blink of an eye, Katherine was on top of Damon. Straddling his hips, her fingers wrapped around his neck, her words hissing behind clenched teeth, her chocolate eyes as fiery as hell itself. "How dare you," she could feel her upper lip twitch with the anger that she felt, "I have the right mind to kill you Damon Salvatore." And she would too, she knew she should have, but she didn't want to. Killing him wasn't really an option for her, after all, where would the fun be for her if he was no longer around to torture? Instead, she pulled away from him and slapped him across the cheek so hard her handprint was visible upon impact, left behind for a few moments while his body quickly healed him. "YOU CALLOUS SON OF A FUCKING BITCH!" She nearly screamed, climbing off of him. She grabbed her journals, one by one, and neatly lined them back where they had been. "You touch these again and it will be your death sentence." She hissed, turning around to face him. She licked at her lips, crossing her hands in front of her chest. "Or rip off your dick, one of the two. I think the second would be more painful for you. Think about it, a life of eternity without a dick to get up. No woman would ever want to be with you then." One corner of her lips turned up in a half-smile as she thought about it. "Now, you can get out of my room or deal with the consequences. You choose what you want to do because no matter how much you haggle me, I'm not going to tell you anything. You don't deserve it."

DAMON'S POV -

He couldn't really feel remorse goading her like he was, because in Damon's mind she deserved far worse for the recent stunt she had pulled. He'd never be able to pay her back for posing as Elena and betraying him in lowest of ways. He had thought after she saved him that maybe, maybe she'd have some redeeming qualities about her, but she was far worse than he would ever be and that's why he had a hard time feeling sorry that not only had he just invaded her privacy; but mocked what he had read inside as well. Her, a mother? That seemed like some sick joke, and if what the pages claimed were really true than the fact that her daughter was dead was really a godsend because who would want to be tied to someone like Katherine for the rest of eternity? He laughed internally, recalling when he was that naïve man who wanted to be with her forever; give her the desires of her heart and more. He had lived to see a smile adorn Katherine's mauve seductive petals, but that had all changed. Now he fantasized about driving a stake through her heart as he fucked her, and her usefulness to him never exceeded her shallow beauty. As far as he was concerned she was just nice to look at but otherwise inadequate and a waste of his time. All her shopping bags seemed to topple to the ground in split seconds, her slender body suddenly straddling him as her slender fingers wrapped around his thick neck. Even though her hand struggled to make it around the girth of his throat, her power kept him held there as he looked up into her eyes.

He was hardly concerned for his health; ever since she had been here this had been a reoccurring theme. They slapped each other around a bit, hardly dealing out the damage both were capable of, and then they'd leave—pretending to be completely put out by the other. His icy oceans latched on to her molten embers, fiery enough to melt the artic. "How could I?" He scoffed, trying to shake his head at her. "What you're the morality police now?" Damon hissed. "Snooping through someone's private things, my god that's a fucking terrible offence, but pretending to be someone else and screwing with their head…that's perfectly kosure," he muttered drying with a roll of her his eyes. If there was something about Katherine that bothered Damon most, it was her shitty double standards. If someone else did it to her, it was terrible, audacious, and against the rules that she claimed ot not like anyway. However let someone do one of these fallacies to her and she was up in arms over it. He flinched at the whack he received across his face, his skin burning in protest when she retracted herself from his body and began to reorganize her journals. "I never really pegged you for the writing type," Damon reasoned as he pushed himself up off the bed, rubbing his cheek where her hand print had disappeared. He chuckled a little at her threats, not really paying any attention to them. What surprised him was her reaction to this.

It was as though she really felt her deepest thoughts were intruded upon and it had bothered her. "Hmm," he shrugged bobbing his head in vacant nod. "Yes, I'm sure the ladies would miss that, but I'd still have them following me around like a lost puppy. I can work magic with this mouth and tongue, but apparently it's been so long you don't remember," he breathed hotly against her lips, "and it's a shame you'll never know again." He pulled away with a smug grin. He knew she would stay true to her word and not tell him anything yet, but that didn't mean he wouldn't get it out of her in other ways. For now that wasn't his main motivation. She knew about Klaus and how to kill him, great. That bought them some amount of time for now. He left the room, hoping she'd assume that was his answer to her question, but the reality it wasn't. He headed downstairs, making his way to the basement before he got two blood bags; fixing them up a spiked drink with vodka in the crimson life force before he drained it into two crystal wine glasses. What Damon hated about Katherine is that it was so obvious she had layers, more than he could've ever realized and he got that by just reading several pages of one single journal. Her human days were tragic to have something so precious to her taken from her arms. She wanted to be a mom, she liked being human, and they took that from her. Klaus took that from her, and he knew then why she was on a mission to kill the asshole original herself and it made him want to help her.

Once he had poured them each a drink he headed back upstairs into her bedroom. "Here," he said, handing her a glass as he gave her a small smile. It was the best apology he could muster, because really he wasn't sorry for what he did, just for how he had made her feel. He didn't want to stoop to her level as tempting as it was for him. He wanted to be better than that for once, even if Katherine assumed that made him weak and less of a man. "I bet you would've been a good mom," Damon finally said softly, his azure oceans capturing hers in a serious gaze as he took a step toward her. "How old were you when you gave birth?" He inquired curiously, "did the father know?" He remembered reading that her mother was completely against it, and Damon couldn't help but wonder why that was. "There's stuff about you Katherine that even I didn't realize, and I always thought I knew you fairly well," he mused, tipping the glass back into his mouth as he downed the little blood concoction he had made. He made his way to the armchair in the corner of Stefan's room that she now occupied, getting comfortable as he looked at the mountain of shopping bags on the floor. "What'd you get? Model for me," he smirked, wiggling his brows as he took another long drink. "I know you like showing off…" he trailed off. Besides, watching her walk around in barely nothing was just of a reward for him.

KATHERINE'S POV -

Katherine wasn't a stranger to furry which was exactly what she was feeling. She wanted nothing more than to kill Damon, but that wouldn't satisfy her at all. She needed him alive because he was of better use to her that way. They were two vampires with a common goal and though she wasn't happy with him right now, she knew she would get over it so long as he kept his mouth shut and didn't remind her of this. Once she had settled her journals back into a safe place, tucked away just so, and tilted slightly so she would know if he meddled with them again, she looked over at him. He had infuriated her and she still was washing away the need to rip out his heart or at least do some damage like tear of one of his limbs; she would enjoy that too. "It isn't my fault that you can't tell the damn difference between me and your precious Elena. If you just looked, you would have noticed that my hair was up in a ponytail since I couldn't straighten it. Just those small things would help you, but oh no," she stepped over to him and flicked his forehead, "You have a thick skull where Elena is concerned." Katherine rolled her eyes, walking over to the bed before sitting herself down. She reached down and pulled off one of her high heels and proceeded with the next one before placing them side by side out of her way. "You don't know everything about me Damon though you are so keen on jumping to that conclusion," she commented before he left the room.

Even though her journals were a way of dispelling old memories, she remembered all of them. She knew every word in every page of each journal that she had and she really didn't have that many. There were only three in the course of her entire lifetime that detailed her human experience and one of them contained random drawls over the years that she had to get out. The other three were details of her discoveries over the year on how to go about killing Klaus and other important information that she always kept close to herself. All seven of her journals were important to her and she felt violated which meant that she needed to find another, more efficient way, of carrying around her information and that was when a USB drive crossed her mind. She knew then that she was going to need to translate everything over to digital information and then burn the books and keep the digital copy on her at all times. She sighed a little; it was more hassle than it was worth, at least, in her opinion. Damon always made things so damn complicated and she hated him for it, but it was a fleeting kind of hatred that she could get over rather easily. He was just so annoying. She almost wished that he could be more like Stefan or at least return to the man he was before he got so hung up on Elena. And yet, for the life of her, she couldn't figure out why either boy was after the dull version of herself. Elena was so self-righteous and careless; she didn't think about the consequences of her actions before she went off and did something stupid with the defense that she was protecting someone she loved. She gave caution to the wind and didn't realize that saving one person inevitably ended up hurting several more people she loved in the process. At least if she was going to do the damage she needed to do it right and not be all apologetic about it afterwards.

Katherine could smell the blood that Damon had just opened up from a blood bag and she was thoroughly disgusted. Wasn't he tired of drinking blood out of a fucking cup? She had taken him on enough hunts in the surrounding cities that he should have been off of that binge, but then, as he walked through her door again, she understood. The glass was laced with vodka, rather than the other way around. She could smell the blood and her mouth watered at it, but it wasn't the same kind of fervor that she got when there was a pulsating vein underneath her lips. "Come to apologize?" Her fiery eyes made contact with his frame as he came towards her, offering her glass. She took it with pursed lips, eyeing him as he kept a safe enough distance from her, occasionally taking a step forwards as though he was testing the waters to make sure that they weren't freezing or over-heating. She wanted to send a few biting words towards him, but then he said something that completely through her off guard. No one had ever said that to her. Her mother, her father, all of them, thought the opposite. She was too young to be a mother so they shut her up in their family home and locked her up for nine months until she gave birth to her baby girl and then she didn't even get to hold the baby. That child was hers, but she had no idea what had happened to her. If her life had been fruitful, loving, or even if she had had the care that Katherine would have so loved to have given her. Katherine didn't know and she would never know. "I don't even think you believe that Damon." Her words didn't come out in an angry way, as she would have expected them to; she was simply making an observation.

"Does it matter? Neither of us can go back to old times so why dwell on what we can't change?" She posed the question because she knew the reason that she had lost the majority of her humanity, any remnant of the fairytale loving girl that she had once been was because she left her human life behind. She was born out of malice, anger, and fear, and those were the emotions she had decided to hold onto. She was re-born to survive and that was why she would always take care of herself first, but she couldn't see the harm letting Damon in a little. Whether she liked it or not, she needed him on her side, at least, until she could get Stefan away from Klaus and then hopefully away from Elena. That was what she wanted, or so she thought. "I was fifteen and yes, he knew." Katherine finally brought the glass to her lips and drank some of the crimson liquid inside. The blood quenched every urge of thirst that she had in her body and the vodka gave the blood a kind of welcomed kick that she was searching for. She almost wished she could get drunk enough she could pass out, but she hadn't been able to do that in nearly a century. She was as immune to alcohol as she was to vervain now-a-days. Katherine smiled, chuckling lightly, "You don't know everything about me Damon. Even I have my defenses." She watched as he settled himself down on the armchair and then he got that all knowing mischievous look in his eye and she noticed how his gaze went from her shopping bags to her body. She set the glass down on the nightstand and got to her feet before walking over to him, bending slightly to gaze into those icy blues of his, "I recognize that look in your eyes sweetie, just like I remember exactly how it feels to have your tongue deep within my cunt. I don't forget things I enjoy Damon."

She pulled away from him and went over to her bags, "Why do you think I'd pretend to be Elena? It's the only way I knew I would get you to have a little fun with me." She was being devilish and she knew it, but he was trying to make penance with her so she was going to go back to being something like her normal self. He had just successfully broken down one of her barriers and she was trying to get it back up so she peeled off her clothes. He had already seen everything and Katherine wasn't one to be shy. She pulled off her shirt and tossed it onto the bed before bending down into one of her bags to pull out a dress. She then took off her skinny jeans and unclasped her bra before slipping a tight fitting dress over the top of her head and down her body until her black lace panties were covered. The dress was of nude silk and black lace, completely corseted with spaghetti straps holding it to her body. "You are right, I love to show off." If there was one think Katherine was definitely better at than Elena it was showing off her body so that she emphasized her goods. She liked to show what she was gifted with so she could get the reaction that she was now getting out of Damon. That frothing out of the mouth, eyes as wide as plates, lump in the throat look that he was giving to her now.

"Let me ask you a serious question Damon, why are you here? I'm sure there are better things that you could be doing than watching me, not for the dresses, but for the sake of catching a sight of me naked when you know very well I'll seduce you. Even though I know you look at me and imagine that I'm someone else. Is that any better really? Seeing me, but trying to find Elena or my pretending to be her? It's all the same. I make both of our fantasies come true." Katherine stepped towards him, grabbing onto the hemline of her dress to hike it up so it wouldn't tear, so she could straddle Damon's thighs. "Why not see me for me and have some unbridled fun? You know you want to," she breathed against his lips barely touching. For a moment, it was just the two of them, eyes locked on each other, the heat radiating between their bodies, and then she was pulling away from him. "I won't force your hand Damon. I want to be wanted, I don't want to pretend." She stepped away from him then, going over to her bags, pulling out another dress, a deep purple one, that wasn't quite as revealing as the one she had on. It was safer, but not entirely in her nature for this situation. She wouldn't seduce him, she had already done him wrong and she didn't want to give him reason to divulge her inner thoughts to anyone.

DAMON'S POV -

Damon couldn't help but ask her about her human life and the memories she had scrawled out in the journal he had been reading. Not only did they shed light on a side of her he never knew existed, but it made him curious as well. He missed being a human more than anything else, but it was a secret he kept harbored deep within his soul, and unlike Katherine, Elena, and Stefan—he didn't pour out his heart into the pages of a diary. He was much more intelligent than that. Words were evidence, something that could be used as blackmail or worse against someone. In his opinion it was like giving someone ammo to freely ruin you, and he would never be that stupid. Still, he enjoyed listening to Katherine's replies…even if he wasn't sure he believed her entirely. It was weird to think about her in such a mortal light, mainly because Damon had only ever known her as a fiery vampire and nothing more. To think that at one point she was just as innocent and sweet as Elena confounded him to the point where his brain didn't even have the capacity to think about it. Maybe at one time Katherine was the perfect woman, but she wasn't…not anymore. Her manipulative ways and self-centered actions prevented him from loving her to the degree that he once had. Of course to say the emotions were completely non-existent would've been a lie too. Although he was great at shutting things out, it was more of a way to ignore emotions and feelings rather than getting rid of them entirely. No one could do that, and as much as Damon hated to admit it he still very much loved Katherine Pierce.

He changed the subject with a smile on his face because relishing in the depressing past was not exactly his idea of a good time. That was Stefan's deal, not his—and so he sat there; nursing his drink of vodka and blood as Katherine sauntered over to him. She leaned down, her cleavage pushing together causing his gaze to divert there for a moment before returning to her warm pools. "Hmm," he chuckled a little under his breath as she moved over to her shopping bags. He wasn't going to argue with her, he was turned on and horny for hey in that moment. He needed a good fuck, considering his hand was the only thing keeping him company as of late since he had to be a 'good boy'. The council was depending on him which made it hard for him to go fuck and feed from high school students at his leisure, which is why he had stuck the blood bags and the occasional hunt with Katherine outside of city limits. Those were his good days, but they hadn't done that together in over a week. "Oh really? That's why," he mocked with a dry laugh. He didn't believe her for a second, but he played along to it because he really wanted to see her naked and he wasn't going to downplay it. Damon watched as she peeled her clothing from her body, stripping her shirt and tossing it before guiding down her skinny jeans, and disposing of her bra. His eyes traced the curve of her spine, licking his lips as he downed the rest of his drink before resting it on the chest at his side.

She pulled up a skin tight dress, and he loved how the fleshy undertone nearly matched her beautiful olive complexion and was contrasted with the dark black lace. When she turned around to face him his mouth nearly dropped, but he didn't want to give Kat the satisfaction and feed her ego, so he swallowed the lump that had developed in his throat from breathing heavily through his nose and he watched as she slowly started to approach him. He sobered up some when she posed her question, catching him off guard. It wasn't like Katherine to be serious and so he supposed that's why he was so willingly to think over what she had said. His hands naturally fell into the curve of her waist as she straddled him where he was sitting, asking him to see her for who she really was. "Oh you mean…a nasty bitch?" He smirked, his gaze deepening as it latched on to her mocha gems. When she withdrew her body from his he let out a little sigh, watching as her hips swing as she walked away. "You're wrong about one thing, Katherine," Damon began as he pushed himself up from the seat and walked up behind her. He stopped just an inch or two from where she was standing, his head dipping toward the top of her shoulder as he placed a heated kiss there. "I know you're not Elena, and I don't need to pretend you're her to get my dick hard. You're plenty alluring all on your own. I don't need you to be something you're not," he said in a low whisper. "Have you forgotten so easily how much I adored your Katherine?"

His question was a serious one, but it was rhetorical and he didn't need it answered because he knew where he stood with the evil angel before him. She loved Stefan. It was a broken record he heard from every woman, and he wasn't about to subject himself to another verbal lashing about how he wasn't as good as his baby sibling. So he didn't open up that doorway for conversation, instead he was going to satisfy his sexual appetite; the one he had no doubts that Katherine would have no qualms of helping him with. She may not have loved him, but he wasn't bad to look at, and she had said so herself—she liked his tongue in that beautiful pussy of hers. His lips melted back into her warm skin, his hand trailing down her arm before moving over her abdomen as he pulled her back into him. His dick twitched in his denim jeans, as he moved his mouth to the curve of her neck; letting it melt there as he released his tongue against her salty sweet flesh. He licked up her neck, sucking on her earlobe before he nibbled on it playfully. His hands moved down lower, grasping the edges of her ornate dress as he hiked it up over her hips. Then his palms smoothed down the tops of her creamy thighs, loving how silky her skin was as he massaged her legs in a fan like motion while his mouth continued to love on her upper body. He trailed kisses over her back, before he pressed his lips directly in her ear. "You're stunning Katherine, you break all molds," he murmured huskily in her ear before he sunk his teeth into her neck.

It was a firm bite, but one without fangs; he wouldn't break skin. He let out a lustful groan, his hand cupping her wet sex as he fondled her through the lace of her black underwear, only increasing his desire to have her. Gracefully he spun her around, his lips finally colliding into hers with a low moan as his tongue parted her smooth petals. His wet muscle tormented hers aggressively, his arms wrapping around her as his fingers grasped the zipper at the back of her dress; pulling it down with grading sound until it collapsed forward. He broke their lip lock then, his azure oceans latching on to hers as he guided the dress down her arms and tossed it to the floor. Damon ripped his own black t-shirt from his head, too impatient to deal with his pants then as he pulled her back into him. Her naked breasts mashed against his sculpted chest, his mouth ardently capturing hers as his hands moved down her back in a protective yet possessive way. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss this…if I didn't miss you," he breathed. He knew he had diarrhea of the mouth right then, because honestly Katherine didn't deserve to hear a damn thing he was saying. But despite his best efforts, he really did have emotions and sometimes he let them show…and right now was one of those times. His hands went for her panties then as he tugged them down her legs, finally becoming too fed up and ripping them into as he shoved her roughly down to the wooden floor of the bedroom. "I believe someone said they love my tongue in their cunt," he gleamed with a cocky smirk, lowering himself down her body inch by inch.

He skipped her breasts for now, however enticing, and headed right for the treasure. His nose pressed into her wet slit, his hand forcing her legs to spread and widen; revealing her glistening twat as he buried his face into her pussy lips. His tongue led the way, licking and flicking as he moved up and down her sweet area. He sucked on her diligently, clearing her preview of arousal. His hand gripped her hip, his fingertips digging into her flesh with urgency as his wet muscle moved up her lips before circling around her clit. He loved Katherine's noises, the buck of her hips exciting him further as pressed the tip of his muscle directly over the bundle of nerves. He felt it pulsate beneath his appendage, chuckling darkly at her reaction before he closed his lips over the pink bud. He sucked on her so hard that his cheeks concaved in before he released her with a pop. Damon didn't stop there though, his tongue flicked and swirled around her raw pearl before he slipped three fingers inside of her tight entrance. Her juices rushed around his digits, her muscles clamping on to him like an iron vice as he pushed his way in against them. "You're so fucking tight," he breathed. "Over five hundred and still can get my cock jumping," he laughed, his manhood straining in his jeans uncomfortably. He released the death grip he had on her waist, using his hand to undo the zipper of his jeans.

He pulled out his dick, stroking it and easing the pressure as he continued to eat her out. He began to finger fuck her, his wrist going a mile a second as he watched her naked body writhe and arch as she moaned out his name. Yes, that's right. I bet Stefan can't do this for you, Damon thought smugly, burying his face into her sweet cunt as he lapped at her like he was parched for thirst. He knew she was her brink because her tight channel began to milk his fingers, spasming around him like a epileptic as obscenities left Katherine's mouth. Then just at the right moment he withdrew his fingers, diving his head down as he thrust his tongue inside of her. His fingers pinched at her clit, pushing her over the edge as her thighs clamped around his head. Her orgasm rushed into his mouth like a tidal wave, her sticky sweet soaking into his tongue as he licked her up; enjoying her taste as he swallowed her cum back into his mouth. Damon lapped up her slit, his tongue twirling around her sensitive bud before he moved back up her body with a mischievous grin on his mouth. In less than a second he had jerked her up from the floor and had her pinned against one of the poles of the bed frame as his mouth crashed against hers. His hands pushed down his boxers and pants as he kicked his way out of them. His palms cupped over either one of her breasts, groping and fondling them until her nipples were diamond crests against his palms. His hand grasped her thigh, positioning it over his hip as the head of his engorged dick rubbed against her drenched folds.

"I want to know you missed me," Damon breathed against her petals, his eyes capturing her chocolate stare. "But I don't want you to tell me what I want to hear Katherine, anyone can do that. In fact…everyone does that," he murmured against her mouth. "Just fuck me stupid," he growled into her mouth, his tongue slipping between her lips as he thrust inside of her tight feminine hollows. Her walls sucked him in to the hilt, a low rumble of approval escaping his chest and echoing in their moving mouths as her juices coated his cock. He slowly pulled out of her then, shoving himself back inside as he picked up her other leg; encouraging her to wrap her lengthy stems around him as they dropped to the plush mattress. He used gravity to plunge deep within her cunt, bumping her sensitive barrier until she whimpered beneath him. He'd leave bruises for her to remember this by. In fact, he didn't want Katherine to look at Stefan without remember this night—remembering and knowing that Stefan would never be able to pleasure her like Damon could. Sure, his ego was being fed, but he couldn't take anything from Katherine. She was too self sufficient to hurt, and the only thing he saw as fitting torture; would be to worm his way under her skin and carve his name in the recesses of her mind so that he was the only thing she could think about when she was fucking someone else. "Katherine," Damon breathed against her mouth, his tongue gliding over her lower pout as he gazed into her eyes. His hips pulled back and thrust forward, his pace picking up so fast that the sound of his balls slapping her ass echoed in his ears.

KATHERINE'S POV -

Katherine wasn't in the mood to deal with Damon which was saying something since she was always for playing a little game. In this circumstance however, she wasn't the ring master, she wasn't necessarily the one setting the rules and that bothered her. She didn't like playing games that she had no control over. In some way it made her feel threatened and that much more defensive which was probably why she didn't get serious very often. Their conversation was bordering on a line that she wasn't comfortable with and for her, being comfortable, was important because it meant that she was in control of herself. She was never one to let that go and Damon of all people knew that. Katherine preferred things her way, or no way which was why she wasn't in the mood to fuck him as someone that she wasn't. Though the game was fun to play once, there wasn't anything in it for her the second time around. She wasn't worried that Damon would pull a stake out on her and try to stab her heart to kill her, but it was more that she didn't want there to be another interference between them. He had valuable information about her now and that information needed protecting. Even if what he had discovered were thoughts and thoughts alone, she considered that sensitive information. Her thoughts made her weak because she wasn't meant to have them. She was all about not having any humanity whatsoever and the fact that she had the capacity to dwell on her past made her vulnerable, but pasts make a person who they are now and that belief applied fully to Katerina Petrova.

The idea of playing nice wasn't a pill she was willow to swallow, but Damon was just as conniving as her and as ruthless… at least he was once upon a time. She had great hopes for him though. Elena was breaking him down to a point where even he could see how futile it was going after her. Damon wanted to be happy and Katherine knew which path of his led to happiness and it wasn't in Damon to be good. He had lost all of the goodness in him the moment he had turned into a vampire. He was her pride and joy really where her siring was concerned… well, he had been. There were so many aspects of both the Salvatore brothers that Katherine wished were fused into one person, but that couldn't be done and so she had hung them both out on a line and dragged them along because she didn't want to be without either of them. True as it might have been that she loved Stefan, she was beginning to think that he was helpless. She didn't like Stefan as a ripper, she had followed him in those days and she hadn't been satisfied with his actions because it wasn't him. It was almost as if each brother had switched personalities, it was actually quite infuriating, but she was starting to see things in Damon that she had loved once upon a time. Granted she would have loved it if he doted on her as he had once done, but she also liked the fire that he possessed so she didn't particularly mind him either way so long as she was the one getting all of the attention.

It wasn't very clear to Katherine whether or not Damon was going to respond to her advances or the fact that he had initiated this altogether and leaving her hanging would only make her angry, but she was willing to try hope on for size. She doubted her ability with him. She had never doubted herself in this way before. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she could compel people her way, but she couldn't do that to him and it unnerved her that she had to try to get him to fuck her. It used to be so easy. All she had to do was flutter her eyelashes and suck on her bottom lip, that was all that she had to do and now she had to pretend to be her doppelganger in order to get him to sleep with her. It was ridiculous. Even though she knew she had his attention and those icy blue eyes of his were locked on her body, she wasn't sure he would act out on any of his impulses which would inevitably make him out to be lesser of a man in her eyes. Her sensitive ears picked up on the motion of his body as he stood up from his seat and a satisfied smirk formed across her plump, cherry lips. She had won. Every tactic was a good tactic, even if hers was a little evil; she knew he would go for her if she let him in a little, but it wasn't her idea really, it was all his. He was the one who had opened up her journals and she knew she could milk his guilt for all that it was worth and he was definitely worth it. She turned her head slightly to the side as he stopped behind her and then his lips molded along her shoulder and her eyelids fluttered closed. She ran her tongue along her bottom lip, dropping her head back slightly, listening to his silky voice whisper sweet words against her ear. She would have answered him then and there had he given her the opportunity to because the reality was that she did remember how loving he was with his attention when he was just a little human. He had been every girl's fantasy… he had been what she had wanted once upon a time when she was young, human, and irrationally led, but when she looked at him she was always reminded of the father of her baby and the heartbreak that had followed for her. That was Damon's only true downfall where Katherine was concerned.

There was no doubt, no question that Damon was a marvelous lover, he was attentive and generous, but she wasn't so sure that this would be what she was used to. He was hungry and she could tell by the way that he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back against him; he was needy and she wasn't about to deny him. She moved her round ass against his groin in small circles as his tongue relished in the taste of her flesh. A moan vibrated along the back of her throat in a low hum as his hands cascaded down her hips to the hem of her dress. She could tell he was being careful with her, touching her in all of the right places as though he still remembered where her body longed to be fondled. She leaned back against him, loving the feel of his tongue along her back, his lips ascending to her ear before whispered love dripped from his voice so sweet that she was caught up in a moment she wanted to last for a very long time. She swallowed hard as his mouth slipped back down to her neck and then he did something that she didn't see coming—he took a bite. She sucked in a deep breath through clenched teeth at the surprise and though her skin wasn't broken, she wanted to return the favor, but his hand was already making her weak. His fingers pressed against her dampened panties, enticing her to lower her weight against the palm of his hand to urge him deeper, to let him know that she wanted him. Her body whisked around at his prompting, their lips meeting like lost lovers returned for the first time in decades. His tongue invaded her mouth and for the first time, she let him take control.

Her fingers slipped underneath the material of his shirt, sliding upwards along his abdomen, her fingertips softly grazing the contours of his sculpted muscles as his vigor grew stronger, more aggressive. She let him do what he wanted from taking off her dress to controlling her every action. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he brought their bodies together, his mouth colliding with her own in a passionate tango as his hands cradled her and felt her. The corner of her mouth drew up when he admitted to missing her, his hands greedily tearing the black lace that covered her pussy from his view and then he had her down on the floor. She nodded her head, pouting her lips slightly as he descended down her body. She opened her legs up to him, offering her sweet cunt to his pleasure. A shiver rolled down her spine, visibly through her body as his tongue licked along her sensitive flesh, gathering her arousal like molten chocolate on his wet muscle. He suckled along her sweet spot, her hips bucking upwards into his face as the pleasure sent a warm gush of sticky fluid from her pussy and into his mouth. Her chest rose and fell with great length to give her air as her heart pitter pattered wildly and then his lips wrapped around her clit and she felt herself die. Blood rushed to harden her jewel as a desperate whine fell from her lips on shaky breath. Her fingernails dug deep into the dark wood of the flooring, chipping away at it as the length of his digits plunged into her pussy. Her walls tightened around his violent intrusion, struggling to adjust to him. Her eyelids fluttered open long enough to see him stroking himself, a devilish smile etching onto her lips as her back arched up against the tensing within her lower belly. "Fuck me," she hissed, her hands sliding up along body, caressing her breasts, pinching at her nipples to harden them. His fingers pummeled in and out of her slippery entrance, his fingertips dragging along her soft patches of sensitive flesh until she was trembling underneath him, forcing her near to tears until she could feel her body tightening so harshly, she was ready to explode.

Her toes arched into ballerina points as he quickly dropped his mouth to her pussy and shoved his tongue into her tight hole, his fingers rubbing at her clit until she saw kaleidoscope colors burst out in front of her vision. She screamed out, her body falling into a freeze before releasing into several trembles as her cum oozed into his mouth, but she wasn't ready for him to go just yet. She reached down, grabbing onto the back of his head, rubbing her slit along his face, not particularly caring if he could catch a breath, he was a big vampire, he could handle her needs. She circled her throbbing clit along the tip of his noise, prolonging her pleasure until she was as loose cooked spaghetti. She savored the tingles that prickled along her insides for a moment, if that, before he was pulling her to her feet, slamming her against the pole of the bed. She reached out for him, her lips hungrily savoring the salty sweet taste of her arousal along his lips and tongue as got rid of his boxers so that she could finally have what she was looking forward to. Her fingers slipped through his dark hair, grabbing onto several curls, pulling his head backwards as his fingers molesting her breasts, hardening her nipples raw until he was fed up waiting. With one simple move, her leg was over his hip, his dick running along her swollen nether lips in a taunting manner that had a fire burning in her chocolate orbs, but then he posed a request and Katherine tilted her head. It didn't take him long to realize that she wouldn't say a word, not even to get his dick and then he thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt.

Her slippery muscles spread for him, clamping down around his erect cock as her mixture of arousal and cum dripped down his aching appendage, before he lifted her up and dropped the both of them down onto Stefan's bed. There was a certain level of hidden amusement for Katherine, fucking Damon in Stefan's bedroom, on Stefan's mattress; a little secret for the two of them. "Damon!" She wasn't sure if she screamed or if she squealed, but with one drop he had successfully rubbed along her G-spot earning quivers from her body. She heard her name on his lips and then he was thrusting into her body so fast her thighs were quivering. She bent her legs at her knees, clenching them around his hips as leverage to meet his ardent thrusts with her own hips until she was fed up. Katherine had never been one to be on the bottom so she flipped them over so Damon was on her back. "My love," she breathed along his lips, her tongue flicking out over his lips as she pulled herself up and bent backwards, her hands latching onto his ankles, her legs bent so that she resembled someone kneeling. She drove her hips down and pushed forward with every lift of her body, her breasts bouncing with each motion as she purposely gave him beautiful views of her perfect body. She rode his dick until she could feel her inner muscles aching with the friction, her body slapping against his passionately. She pushed her body forward, her hands colliding with his chest, her mocha eyes connecting with his oceans. She could feel his dick begin to twitch inside of her, his member releasing some pre-cum into her hollows, "That's it, cum for me, deep inside like I know you can." She growled as she pressed her body down, her lips going to his ear. "Tell me how much you love my tight pussy, tell me how badly you want me Damon… you want me forever? Hmm? I know you used to," she whispered just before he exploded inside of her pussy. She felt his seed shoot in long, thick strings to the back of her core, his body releasing his lust with every jump of his dick as she rode him, milking him for every last drop he was worth.

She sat up, grabbing onto his hand to pull him forwards to meet her, "How badly did you miss me?" Her tongue pressed behind his ear, touching that little soft spot of his that no one knew was there, but her. She heard him groan as she purposely clamped her pussy tight around his shaft, a vice-like grip that told him she wanted him to admit his desperate need for her. "That's my boy," she chuckled, "you stay like this for me, understand?" She purred, letting her body drop. Her back hit the mattress, her legs still straddling up and over him as she pressed her cunt down, pulling his erect cock down with her so that his pleasure mixed with a bit of pain. She lifted the middle section of her body up slightly with her feet, her upper back anchoring her down before she started to move her hips down and up Damon's thick dick. He was still so deliciously hard, like a fucking dildo and she loved him for it. He had always been this way, easy to excite, even as a human and she was happy that hadn't changed. She reached down with one of her hands, running her fingers along her slit slightly to gather moisture before she attacked her clit, pounding into him until she was whimpering. "Oh yes, right there, of fuck yes!" Her lower belly quivered as her pussy walls tensed and tightened around his dick as she struggled to push back her orgasm. She could feel herself reach a height, but then she'd stop. Over and over she did this until Damon wouldn't let her continue. She reached up for him, lifting herself to him, before dropping down on him and that was all it took to make Katherine pop. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingernails digging into the flesh of his back as her juices poured out over him, dripping in abundance like a waterfall as her orgasm took completely hold of her body, sending her into a spiral of pleasure and lust. Her body trembled, almost contorted slightly as she trembled like an earthquake over him. She whimpered as her body soothed over into a calm, but she didn't let him go.

She was consumed with pleasure, her eyes had completely glazed over and she wasn't about to let him see her like this. No, she was the dominant one… it would never be this way, she couldn't let him see her like this, he wouldn't let it go. Katherine licked at her lips pulling away from him for a second, "You think you can wait a second for me, keep your dick hard while I grab something?" She didn't really give him a chance to answer. She pulled herself up and she could feel more of her juices drip out of her as she pulled away from him. "Hmm," she moaned, before disappearing. She ran with vampire speed down to the cellar, grabbing several bags of blood, before getting back to the bedroom. She leaned up against the doorway and used her teeth to tear one blood bag open. The blood gushed out of the package and dribbled down her chin and her chest to the floor, hitting a few of her toes. "Tastes good," she purred, tossing several of the bags onto the bed, pushing Damon onto his back before she started to dribble the blood like chocolate sauce over his nude body. The blood spread over his chest, his arms, his legs, his cock, until there was enough to make Katherine satisfied. She leaned over him, her body sliding along his with the assistance of the blood until she was plastered to his front. Her lips pressed to his not so demanding or aggressive, but more passionate, almost tender, slow in a way. "I'm gonna eat you up," she smiled, as she sat up, straddling his lower hips, careful to bend his dick forwards so that, instead of letting him into her pussy, her nether lips parted so that she could slide up and down the length of his cock. She took hold of his fingers first, taking each one into her mouth, sucking the blood from them as moans left her lips as she slid her hips up and down the side of his dick. "You're so delicious," she said, her voice dropping low like Marilyn Monroe as she bent down, her tongue gliding along his chest in a snake like pattern down his belly. The tip of her tongue dipped into his belly button as she descended lower until his stiff one was right in front of her face. She looked up at him from her bent position, her tongue running along her blood tainted lips, "Feel free to put her dick down the back of my throat love, I can take it." She then dipped her head, her tongue swirling along his engorged head before she opened her mouth wide, tucking her lips over her teeth before she took him completely into her mouth until there wasn't any more of him to show. She could feel his dick in the back of her throat as her hand slid along his chest, coating in blood before she cupped his balls in her hands, massaging them together as she bobbed her head up and down his length.

DAMON'S POV -

Damon was in heaven. He would've never been able to do this with Elena, to be this rough and ardent with every precise moment he made; every fervent thrust he hammered into her wet pussy as she sucked him in over and over. His mind was reeling with pleasure, all of it almost too much to take, and the moment she cinched up her knees at his sides he felt the depth of her cunt increase; taking him to new levels of passion. "Katherine," Damon growled as he licked his lips, his crystal orbs latching on to hers. Before he knew it she had flipped him over, her chocolate embers burning holes through him as her pink tongue flicked like a serpents upon his lips. He watched as she pulled her body up, lowering herself backwards as her abdomen arched and her breasts stood perky—begging to be touched. "God you're beautiful," he whispered in a husky breath, his hands already venturing up the olive flesh of her thighs as her hands gripped on to his ankles. He let out a low moan, his eyes rolling back in his head as she began to slam down on him like a bucking bull. Each time her tight channel slid around him like a glover, spasming around his thick girth; making his dick harder than he thought possible. He let out a whimper of pain and pleasure, his hands moving up her rolling body as he groped at her tits—only pleased when both her nipples were hard and rolled into perfect pebbles by his fingers. Then he moved down, his thumb hooking between her pussy lips as he rubbed and pressed into her pulsating nub.

Each time she'd come down on him her breasts bounced with the rhythm, giving him the perfect show and igniting his own pleasure as his dick began to twitch with her rough movements. "Fuck, Katherine. Yes, fuck that cock," he nearly hissed, his hands helping lift her hips as she came down on him again and again; spearing her pussy with his shaft until he could feel his balls tensing with his oncoming release. His eyes connected with hers once more before falling shut, the tickle of her warm breath at his earlobe enough to get him going as she beckoned him to love on her with words. "God yes, I love that cunt," he murmured back, a small smirk cracking on his lips. "Maybe if you do this to me every day," he replied. He wasn't sure if she was serious asking him if he still wanted her, or if it was just in the heat of the moment, either way; even with his dick buried deep inside of her he wasn't going to be lured into a trap—one that would have him mangled and scarred again. He was having a good time with her, but he was going to be realistic; she hadn't changed and she probably never would. Which meant she was still the same selfish bitch she was before, she just had a nice pussy for him to toy with, lick, stroke, and she was the only woman in his life that could satisfy his voracious sexual appetite. One more clench of her deliciously smooth muscles around his manhood had him erupting inside of her like a simmering volcano. He let out a moan, her name falling from his lips in a string of mumbles as he dick jerked inside of her.

His cum shot out in thick ropes, the warmth of their juices concocting as gravity took hold and it ran down his cock and down between his balls and ass cheeks to the bed. Despite his lack of need for oxygen, he was breathing heavy as his intense cerulean gaze met hers. He let her pull him up, his arms wrapping around her as his hands clung to her back. Damon smiled at her, letting out a little moan of approval when her tongue teased behind his sweet spot at the back of his ear. "I always miss you Kat. You give me something no other woman can," he admitted, a low rumble escaping his chest as her sugar walls clamped down on him again. His dick was already getting hard for her once more. He raised his brow at her remark, curious as to what she meant, but the moment she flopped herself backward his cock let him know. He let out a pained growl, feeling his erection being tugged in an abnormal direction but her moans of bliss made it all worth it. His eyes peered down at her as he watched her start to slide over his thick length, the warmth of her juices coating him and making his beat to life for her. "Mmmm," he hummed, enjoying the show as her fingers collected her own glistening moisture before she used her own lubrication to pleasure herself. Damon's eyes nearly bugged out of his head watching as her digits worked her little pleasure button into a hard jewel until she was crying out as she grinded down on him. His gaze was intent as he observed her, watching her every movement as she stifled her orgasm again and again.

The ripple of her feminine walls was driving him nuts as she teased herself, further teasing him. "Katherine stop being a fucking tease," he muttered gruffly, his fingertips digging into her hips until her body sat up; meeting his as she slammed down on him roughly. Her walls clamped down on him, milking him again as a generous wave of her heady nectar rushed over his length. Damon's arms held her close, the trembling of her body electrifying his senses as she held to him in a desperate need that he rarely felt from her. He enjoyed the moment, burying his nose in her silky locks as he took in a deep breath of her lush scent that always relaxed and soothed him; though he didn't understand how. Katherine had caused him nothing but pain yet she managed to make him feel good, alive even, and remind him of who he once was when he first fell into her arms as a human. That Damon would never come back completely, but in the stillness of her arms he felt that same pull of his heartstrings when he was with her; the pull of the innocent unadulterated love, the want to please her and make her happy for all of eternity. It lingered in the back of his mind, like a fall off fairytale that never came true—but he felt it then, holding her as she basked in the afterglow of her climax and he loved her in that moment all over again. If only he could have this with her all the time, and not just in flickers and momentary sparks. His lips melted into the top of her shoulder and up her neck before she pulled away, requesting that he stay hard while she went and fetched something.

"Mmm, I don't think that'll be a problem. I'll just watch that cute little ass of yours walk away and it would jump to life and get harder," he smirked. She was only gone a few seconds before she returned, standing in the doorway of his bedroom as she tore open a blood bag with her teeth. He grinned at her, watching her with eager eyes as the red crimson dripped down her chin and chest as she licked away what she could. She had a devious mind, something else he loved about her. They really matched and complimented each other well now; bother sexual devils with a hardy craving for the pleasures of the flesh. "I'm sure it does," he responded with a chuckle as she tossed the bags on the bed. He laid down at her urging; watching as she began to dump the delicious red liquid down his body like it was milk chocolate or the finest dessert. When every appendage was completely covered and no part of him was left untouched, she molded her body to his; sliding against him until she was stuck to his chest. Her lips fell on his then, a warm moan of approval escaping into her mouth as he parted his lips and let his tongue lead the way. His wet muscle joined hers, his hands entangling in her beautiful head of hair. Damon felt his dick jerk when she said she was going to eat him up, and she watched as she guided his thick shaft between her folds as she stroked herself with his hardness.

He swallowed the lump of desperation that formed in his throat, watching each of his fingers get sucked clean as her blood stained petals wrapped around them. "So are you," he replied, his voice dripping off his tongue in an adoring manner as she lowered her head. He watched as her pink appendage collected up blood, moving down his chest in an 'S' like pattern until her face was right in front of his dick. "Katherine…" he whispered, knowing what was coming and ready to die for it if he had to. His cock was throbbing painfully, desiring another release, and her last statement made him want to thrust the fucking thing down the back of her throat. The moment she opened her mouth he disappeared, inch by inch until he was buried in her warm orifice and was sliding down the back of her throat. He took her permission, taking advantage of it as he bucked forward, sending the tip of his engorged head further down her spongy esophagus until he could hear her gurgling. "Shit," he let out a long hiss as her hands cupped his boys, rolling them around and squeezing them as he twitched in her mouth. He wasn't going to be able to hold out long, but he didn't want to. He wanted to explode inside of her kissable trap. It didn't take him long to, either; not with the way she bobbed up and down on him like he was the most delicious lollipop she had ever sucked on before. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum—" he groaned, his cock already jumping as it burst its hot seed into her mouth.

He thrust his length down her throat, is fingers twirling around her dark hair as he emptied himself inside of her. When she drank him down, releasing him finally he coaxed her back up to him; his mouth tenderly claiming hers as he held her close to him. "That was…" he let out a laugh, "there are no words, Katherine." They had always been good together, especially physically, but her remembered intellectually they matched to and time had not changed that it had only made it stronger. Trouble was, he wasn't even sure if he wanted to give her a chance and knowing Katherine she probably had no interest either because she wanted Stefan to follow her around like a lost puppy. He brushed those thoughts off for now because he didn't give a shit about them. "Come here, lets go get cleaned up," he told her, helping her up off his bed as he led her into the shower. They spent an hour in the shower bathing one another, Damon spending much of the time kissing her and tending to her needs before he went down on her under the water. They fucked again before the two of them passed out in his bed, leaving Stefan's bedroom a mess and filled with blood and cum stains. When he woke in the morning Katherine was gone…just like that. The part that angered him most was that he wished she was still there, and he actually missed her. He couldn't decide whether he just pissed that scrumptious pussy of hers or her as a person, maybe a little of both, but he was pissed that she just up and left like she always did. Though he couldn't for the life of him understand why he had expected anything more from her.

It had been almost a month since her disappearance, and he had gone back to being Elena's detective; out on the biggest man hunt to locate Stefan and Klaus. Most were dead ends, and when he did get leads by the time he arrived to check them out they were already gone. It was frustrating and irritating, his feelings for Elena still very much real and he knew he was unable to act on them—he knew she wouldn't want it. He was becoming bitter and irritated and he was angry that his brother had saved him. He would've preferred to have been dead some days, just to prevent the monotonous mountain of research and paperwork he had to do daily while Elena was at school attempting to be a normal high school student. It was just another boring day when he was fixing himself a scotch when his phone started to go off. He rolled his eyes as he pulled it out of his pocket, his caller ID failing to announce who the caller was as he put it to his ear. "What do you want? I'm busy," he snapped, not having the slightest idea who was on the other end…that was until the deep throaty voice echoed in his ears. "Katherine…how nice of you to finally call. I'm glad you're not dead," he muttered dryly, sarcasm laced in his voice. "Give up the dirt, I know you're tracking your little boyfriend so spill it. Where is he, because I have another lady here who wants him back just as bad and I'm sort of loyal and indebted to her and my brother since he saved my life. So, where is he? Because I'm tired of wasting my time."