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Manipulative. Calculating. Self-indulgent. Those are probably the words that everyone I know would use to describe my sister Kat. Me? I can see why, especially when she pulls a stunt like this. But I also know a part of her that no one else does. Not even Jeremy. Insecure. Scared. Capable of incredible love. Which is why I could never truly be angry with her for too long. Because I believe she does everything for me out of her twisted sense of love.

After finishing my set, I walk through the applauding crowd to the bar where Matt has another drink already made and sitting, waiting for me.

"I made it a double. Thought you might need it." He knows me so well. Thank god. I made my way over to the booth where Kat had taken up residence with Elijah and Damon.

"Elena. Beautiful set as always," Elijah stands and kisses my hand, "Wouldn't you agree Damon?"

"Definitely was. Lovely to see you again Elena." God I hate the way his voice seems to caress my name.

"Thank you Elijah, Damon. Kat could I talk to you for a moment please?" I bite out through clenched teeth whilst I try to avoid the blue-eyed god staring at me.

"Sure. Be back in a minute darling," she leans over to kiss Elijah before scooting out of the booth. I grab her arm and begin to drag her toward the back stock room; Matt nodding to me on the way past, which means he'll make sure no one follows us. "Ow. You know you can loosen the death grip Leni, I am following no questions asked."

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" I screech at her once safely inside.

"What am I doing? I'm helping YOU!"

"Me? Really? Enlighten me! How is going ahead and doing something I EXPLICTLY asked you not to helping ME?" Pacing. This is helping. Keep pacing Elena.

"Because I have the guts to do what you won't, Leni! And because I'm sick of you doing nothing to help yourself-"

"What do you mean 'help myself'-" I interrupt.

"I'm not finished," Kat continues. "You have mum's voice. And I know you don't want to hear that, I know you won't listen to Jenna or believe that that's why Jeremy loves your voice so much but it's true. You do. And you're wasting it. God, I WISH I could have mum's voice but I don't, you do. So it's about time you do something about it. Mum always wanted you to and now you have the chance to. Elijah thinks you really have a talent, especially when I showed him some of your songs…"

"YOU WHAT?" I screech.

"What? Oh, come on. I've done much worse over the years, get over it. It's not like I gave him your diary."

"You don't get it. They are pretty much my diaries Kat."

"Okay, whatever. But he said they're good. Would be great with your voice singing them and even better with his company's guidance. Come on, just give it a chance. If for no one else then for mum. You know she always wanted to sing but she fell pregnant with me. I won't let myself be the reason another member of this family didn't get their dream."

"Kat. Remember what she used to tell us? She never once regretted it. Because…"

"We became her new dream," we say in unison.

About 15 paces later… "Ah. Fine. Okay. One meeting, or whatever."

"YES! Okay, I'll let him know. Thank you Leni." We embrace in a warm hug.

"You guys done in here yet? I need to restock the bar sometime soon…" Ric appears around the door.

"Yeah, 2 minutes," Kat replies. "Oh, also, you tell anyone about this sentimental conversation bullcrap and not only will I deny it but your diary really will be given to strangers this time. Got it?"

"Got it." Kat turns to walk out. "Thanks Kat." She nods and leaves.

"All good?" Ric reappears. I nod. "Okay, good. Go have a drink on me."

"Isn't it always on you?" I joke. He throws a dishtowel at me that I dodge and leave giggling. As I head back to the bar, Kat waves on her way out the door with Elijah.

"All done yelling?" Matt asks.

"Yeah, sorry were we too loud?"

"Nah, it's all good. Another vodka?"

"Double, on me," comes a velvety voice from my right. Matt looks at me for confirmation and I nod. "And a bourbon. On the rocks. Double also. Tonight's a cause for celebration. Elena Gilbert has finally agreed to share her voice with the world."

"Coming right up." Matt replies.

"You going to look at me anytime soon?" he asks.

"As soon as I get my drink." Matt returns soon after and I drink half of it without blinking. He begins on the second one for good measure.

"Now?" I reluctantly turn to look into the baby blues of the one and only Damon Salvatore. "Well, there she is." And I melt. Again. Shit.

"Here I am." Drink. "How have you been Damon?" Drink.

"She talks. How wonderful. I'm Good. Even better now I know you'll be coming to work with us." Drink. "Although, it was inevitable." Drink. Where's Matt with my next one?

"Was it now?" I ask, snarkily.

"Obviously. Between Elijah's obsession with your music, Kat's manipulative nature and my good looks, you really never did stand a chance." Double drink.

"Pretty presumptuous of you to say that your looks would have anything to do with it." Drink. Stay strong Elena.

"Oh. I know they do. I mean, besides the fact that it helps in most situations, the first time we met it was pretty obvious how in love with me you are." Drink. Drink. Drink. Okay, nope. Not helping.

"I don't know Kat. They all look good to me."

"Umm, duh. They're on me. Of course they all look good. Which one looks the BEST? I have to impress this guy!" Cue eye roll. "Elena! Will you please look up from that stupid book of yours for 5 seconds and help me pick a dress!"

"Okay, okay, sorry. Ummm.. the red one." There. Done.

"Really? Cause I though the black one was best." UHH.

"Then why did you ask me Katherine?" Then, downstairs the doorbell rang.

"Oh my god. It's him. And I'm no where near ready!" Cue second eye roll. "Can you go answer the door and distract for a while until I'm ready? Please Leni, please?" Of course, I will. Because Kat won't let me say no. "Thanks, you're the best!"

I head downstairs to ward off another guy for another 10 minutes. There's always a new one. Every week. Some poor unsuspecting guy she will date for 3 weeks maximum. I usually just let them hang out in the lounge with Jeremy. Play video games or something. It's not like they're usually worth getting to know. Too many to get to know. I open the door to get a look at the next unsuspecting sucker.

"Holy shit."

"Hello to you too." Damon Salvatore is at my door. Damon freaking Salvatore is at my door. Oh god. And I just swore at him. Nice, Elena, really nice. "Are you going to invite me in?" Oh, we're still standing in the doorway. Nice one Gilbert. I extend my arm to show him in. "You must be Kat's sister, Elena is it?" I cannot believe Damon Salvatore is here. He's only the world's greatest music producer alive today. Oh shit, have I said anything yet? Considering he's staring at me with that incredibly sexy smirk on his face, I'll assume not. Okay, words - form some Elena. I open my mouth, and just as I do Kat comes waltzing down the stairs.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. Let's go!"

"Great meeting you Elena," he says as he walks out the door.

So, Damon Salvatore lasted about as long as I originally gave him, about 2 days short of 3 weeks but through him my sister met Elijah and they've been together now about 4 months. At least something good came out of that night. But if I'm going to work with Damon, I'm going to be the girl I wish I was the night I met him. Here goes nothing. Drink. Breathe.

"Okay, snarky. Let's get one thing straight, yes, you are one of the most talked about and influential music producers out there and yes, your voice, pretty amazing but I'm not some groupie whose going to fall at your feet every time you look at me. So, no more taunting of that night, I was caught of guard and that was all. Had absolutely nothing to do with you, or the way you look." Lie. "So, I guess I'll be seeing you when I come for a meeting with Elijah. Until then, have a great rest of your night Damon." Scull rest of drink.

I can tell by Damon's eyes that he wasn't expecting that but no time for responses. I grab my guitar as Alaric hands it to me from behind the bar and walk out with my head held high and my hips swinging, just slightly, cause, well you know.

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