a/n: okay, so some of you are a little confused as to what is going on…and since there are two plans I can't really blame you. In fact, until I sit down and think it all out, I get a little confused…so here is whats going on hehe it's important to know since this is the first of the last three chapters. Okay….so:
Stefan thinks that he is going to the ball with Elena, who is pretending to be Katherine. Then, later on before the night gets 'good', they will switch dresses and he will go home with Kat. Damon thinks that he is going to the ball with Katherine, who is pretending to be Elena. Then, later on they will switch and he will go home with Elena. With me so far? I hope so…
Okay, but since the girls know that the boys know about the plan, they switched it up. Katherine will be going with Stefan- the WHOLE time, but still pretending to be Elena, pretending to be her….and Elena will be with Damon the WHOLE time, but pretending to be Katherine, pretending to be her. They will reveal their identities when the boys call them out on it, ex. Stefan- "I know it's you Elena. I know you're just pretending to be Katherine." Katherine- "No, really Stefan, it's me. The tricks still on you. *evil laugh*
hahaha everybody get it? :D let's start the ride! Happy Reading!
Katherine looked up from the couch when the door knocked. Stefa was fifteen minutes late, undoubtedly on purpose just to make her sweat. She smoothed her ripped dress and went to answer the door, a sweet smile she normally reserved only for him on her face. She held the ornate silver mask over her eyes, pulling it back when he stepped through the door. She watched his eyes dart back and forth, searching for any signs that they were being watched. He looked down at her, one eyebrow crooked and held out his arm. "Nice touch having me pick you up here."
She looked at him, slight confusion creasing her brow. "What do you mean?"
He just laughed and shook his head. "Nothing, never mind. Shall we go?"
"Sure." She looked over her shoulder to Caroline who had just come down the stairs. The blonde vampire gave her a thumbs up and a cheery smile Katherine couldn't help but return.
The drive to the ball was a little quiet, but Katherine kept her mouth shut, knowing that Elena would have done the same…then again if she had been Elena, she would have pretending to be her, so maybe that wasn't the best choice. "You're dress is nice." He said, looking at her out of the corner of his eye. "It's not something I expected you to wear."
So, it was working…he did think she was Elena. Good, perfect…excellent. "What do you mean, it's exactly me."
He said nothing, only shook his head and turned the radio up slightly. "Are you excited for the party, must be your first one in a while."
"Well yah, if you don't count the homecoming dance- which I don't. Getting staked in the back isn't exactly a party favor I was all eager for."
Stefan looked at her, almost sharply. Was that not common knowledge between the group? I was sure Damon told Elena about that night…damn he can't find me out already. We haven't even had any fun yet. "Yeah, I suppose. At least us vampires heal quickly…"
He was digging, waiting for her to slip up. Wasn't the whole point getting her in a compromising position and then pull the rug out from under her? "Can't grow back limbs though, I always thought that would be a nice power."
Stefan laughed, maybe even a real laugh and pulled up to the Lockwood Mansion. She shivered at the memory of standing between Mikeal and Klaus the last time she'd been on those steps, but if Stefan noticed he didn't say anything. She may have healed quickly, but that didn't mean getting staked that night had hurt any less. She waited until Stefan handed the valet his keys and opened her door before stepping out. She wasn't entirely sure why she was so nervous, all she had to do was be herself…
He led her through the door, their welcome into the mansion still intact. "Would you like a drink?"
"Yes, thank you." The crowd around her was beautiful, everyone was either holding masks or had them tied around their face. The clothes were lacey and silky. Soft music played in the background and she wondered if she would be able to get him to dance.
She watched him walk to the bar, glad she was a vampire for if she'd still been human she was certain her palms would have been sweaty. It was just Stefan for fuck sakes, but that was exactly why she was nervous, because it was Stefan. In all her years, the Salvatore brothers had been the pull on her humanity, the only thing that had kept her from turning the switch completely off. She'd loved Damon in the way you love a play thing, as harsh at that seemed. Fun to toy with, sad when it's gone but comforted to know it would always be there for you when you decided to pick it up again. She didn't really see it as bitchy, but it had been and she'd learned to accept it over the years.
Her love for Stefan had been different; it had been raw and pure. She'd been almost afraid to show him who she was, what she was…and when he accepted it, accepted her she knew they were destined for each other. All the years she'd been on the run from the Originals, she'd kept her eyes open for Stefan. She wasn't sure what it was about him that made him so eternally tempting, but whatever it was she was sure she would never tire of it if the last hundred years or so hadn't made her love him less. Katherine pressed her back to the wall, watching Bonnie walk up to the bar next to Stefan, perfectly on time. She listened close, hoping that the witch wouldn't slip up.
"Hello Bonnie." Stefan's voice held the slightest tinge of malice in it, but he smiled sweet enough.
"Hello Stefan. Enjoying the party?"
Katherine watched as Stefan turned against the bar, leaning close to Bonnie's ear. "I know what you and the girls are up to. I know you put a spell on Elena so her heart wouldn't beat out loud, so that she would appear like a vampire. Katherine must have been coaching her to, for she's doing a pretty damn good job at pretending, but don't think you've got me fooled."
Bonnie nodded to the bartender, took her drink and smiled at Stefan. "I haven't the slightest clue what you are talking about."
Stefan watched her walk away, grabbing his set of drinks before Katherine watched Caroline swoop down on him. The plan was working perfectly, everyone was on cue. "Stefan have you seen Katherine?"
Stefan looked at her, a knowing smirk normally reserved for Damon on his face. "You mean when I picked her up at your house less than half an hour ago?"
"Oh," Caroline laughed, working the blonde routine to a tee. "right. I forgot all about that. Silly me, I thought it was Elena for a second." She turned to the front door and smiled. "There's Katherine."
The real Katherine looked over her shoulder as Damon and Elena walked in. The girl's eyes connected through the eye slits in their nearly similar masks. Elena winked, shocking the vampire and causing a smile to spread on her lips. They were greeted by Mrs. Lockwood who instantly pulled Elena into a conversation. Damon pressed his hand low to Elena's back, whispered something and then went to join his brother at the bar.
Katherine saw the look they shared as they passed each other, but no words were exchanged. "Here you go." He said, handing the martini to her.
"Thank you."
She took the cocktail stick and slipped the two olives into her mouth, slowly, sensually. His eyes were glued to her lips as she brought the stick back out clean. He may think she was Elena, as he was supposed to, but that didn't stop him from being turned on at the show. When she sipped at the drink he looked up, searching her eyes. It was like he was waiting, waiting for some sign that would tell him who she was. Either she was playing her part really well, or this really was Katherine before him. A recently freed Elena came around the corner to meet Damon at the bar. Katherine pulled her mask down as she finished the drink, watching Elena over the rim of the glass.
"Hello Stefan." She smiled, then looked at Katherine. "Hello Elena."
Katherine handed Stefan her empty glass and motioned for another. "That dress is stunning on you Katherine. Do you see the changes I made to mine?"
"It oddly suits you, Elena." Elena went to Damon when he called for her, with Katherine's name of course. "See you both later."
"I can't take this anymore." Stefan said, grabbing her elbow roughly in his hand and setting their empty glasses on a nearby table.
"What are you talking about?" she did her best impersonation of a terrified Elena and tried to pull away. "I mean…" she stuttered, putting her Katherine 'face' back on. She was going to milk this act for all it was worth. "what's gotten into you?"
"I could ask you the same thing." He grabbed her again and pulled her down the hall into a deserted study. "Katherine."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Katherine said again, she hadn't expected it all go down this fast.
Stefan locked the door, then turned on her, fangs barred and eyes dark. "You want me to believe you're Elena? You want to keep this charade going on all night so you can seduce me and trick me, then bed me? The game is on my terms now, and I know you're not Elena. I thought I could hold back and let you play a little while longer, but I can't."
He advanced toward her, two long strides turning to a vampire blur as he rushed her hard against the desk. Katherine heard the wood creek under the force, but she wasn't ready to give in yet. Her mask dropped to the floor as she reached up to wrap her hands around his wrists. She whimpered slightly, making her body tremble in his arms. "Why are you doing this Stefan?"
"Come on Elena, show me who you really are. Stop hiding behind this plan. The jig is up, Damon and I know everything. He knows you and Katherine were planning to switch halfway through the night."
A split second later he was the one being rammed against the desk and it was her fangs that were showing. "You win Stefan. You got me."
His eyes widened as he took in the dark veins under her eyes. "What?"
"You two think you're so clever." She threw him against the desk, the force cracking it. "Caroline heard you two talking in the street. We've known you were aware of the plan for days now."
"So you let us think you were going to switch, but you never really did?"
"Exactly." Stefan slowly wrapped his head around the whole thing, then stepped towards the door. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to tell Damon."
Katherine blurred in front of him, blocking the door with her body. "You're not going anywhere."
"He thinks he's with you. Don't you get that? He thinks he's with you, pretending to be her!"
"Trust me, Elena can take care of herself. Right now, all you need to worry about is me."
Stefan looked down at Katherine, remembering the first time he'd seen her vamped out features. "And if I don't want you?"
"We've spent over a hundred years trying to convince ourselves we didn't want one another, that we didn't love each other. I'm tired if hiding Stefan, I'm tired of lying." She reached up and unlaced his mask, letting it fall to the floor. "Aren't you?"
Stefan didn't answer; he just stepped forward and pressed her tightly against the door. His hands hooked in the window of her dress where the lace had once been and tore. She gasped, as he grabbed her and sped them across the room to the red velvet couch. Her dress was completely off a moment later, her fingers tired of fighting with buttons, so she ripped his shirt open. They'd been holding back for so long, been repressing their love that it all came out in a rush. "You could have just told me the truth Katherine." He whispered, his lips on her neck, his fangs scratching wounds that healed themselves immediately.
"I tried Stefan. I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't believe me. You wouldn't admit my love for you was real, because you couldn't admit your love for me was real. I've been waiting a hundred and forty five years to hear you say it Stefan, and I want you to do it knowing that I'm not compelling you."
He looked at her, his eyes darkening with lust, with passion…with love. "We died for you Katherine, we died for your love and you just left us there. How can I trust that you won't leave again."
"I'm here Stefan." She framed his face in her hands, her thumbs rubbing lightly over his veins. "I'm right here, and I'm telling you I love you…and I'm never going to leave you again."
Then, their lips crashed together and she tugged his shirt from his arms. She'd never made love to Stefan like this, never when he'd been a vampire. She'd only ever been with human Stefan, soft Stefan. This was an entirely new experience. His once smooth and soft kisses she'd found comfort in, thrilled her as his fangs added slightly pain to pleasure. His strength was intense, one arm able to hold her body up as he cleared the cracked desk with the other. He was fast, his lips everywhere at once, his fingers teasing and torturing her. She reached between them and undid his pants, then leaned up to kiss him, her tongue seeking entrance between his teeth.
Her skin was on fire, her dead-unbeating heart swelled as he loved her with his mouth, his hands. He tucked his fingers into the top of her lacey black panties and pulled them down her legs. She wrapped around him, unable to wait any longer. "Now Stefan." She murmured, sliding closer to him on the desk.
He hissed when the sharp stilettos of her heels dug into his ass, gritting his teeth as he slowly slipped into her. This he remembered, this felt the same. Him and Katherine joined like they'd been before. No amount of time or space could change the magic he felt when they were together. He lifted her up, her body holding itself against him, his hands caressing and massaging her as they moved together. They kissed with speeding lips, with soft tongues, with sharp fangs. Every move was primal, every emotion raw, every touch pure.
He was sure his human body would have been breathless as they came together, but instead the vampire in him kept it going, kept her going as they came together over and over. When the passion and the lust found its self sated for a moment, they stopped and pulled apart slightly, his forehead pressed against hers, their eyes locked together. Blood ran down his shoulder from where she'd bitten, but the wound had healed. Blood ran down over her breast from where his fangs had pierced, but that was the only sign he'd been rough.
Vampires didn't bruise, they didn't scare, but they did feel and they did love. She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing his lips to hers in a soft kiss, their mouths barely touching. "I love you Stefan." She whispered.
He hesitated, his fingers wrapping in the curls of her hair, tugging her head back to look at her. The veins under her eyes were gone, but the fangs remained. "I love you too Katherine."
a/n: okay, so a little rough, a little fluffy. I think that's the perfect way to describe Katherine…she's so hard on the outside, but it's only a cover to hide her heart, her damaged broken soul. She really loves Stefan, you can see that so much in Season 2…and no matter how hard Stefan tries to hide it, we all know Elena isn't the one for him. I truly believe that these two belong together. Hope you enjoyed the extra long chapter! Now, onto Delena!