Damon's POV
"I was just speaking with Elena." Stefan told me suddenly, I turned to face him, "She seems… nice." He smiles at the brunette from across the hall.
I narrow my eyes, "Well, don't go getting any ideas. You can have Pierce, but Gilbert is mine." I told him bluntly, watching the two girls. It was true what they said; Elena and Katherine bore a striking resemblance, but there was something about Elena that made her special.
Elena had the same eyes, the same hair, the same pale skin, the same face shape, the same slender waists and silky voice. It was true, but Elena was more than her appearance; she was funny, kind, sensitive and interesting. Her dark eyes were bright, her smile always there, always laughing.
I noticed then that her smile was missing. Katherine was speaking quickly, too fast for me to catch the words, and Elena watches her with devotion. Katherine smiles, and then Elena says something to her.
My father approaches the two girls, and Katherine quickly makes her exit, leaving Elena alone. Katherine walks towards my brother and I. Katherine smiles at Stefan, "I'm absolutely parched. Stefan, would you mind getting me a glass of champagne?"
Stefan nods and smiles to Katherine before leaving. Katherine turns to me with a seductive smile, "Damon," her slender fingers trailed over mine as she gazed up from under her thick dark lashes, "I just want you to know," She says thoughtfully, "You can come and see me if things ever get too much- you know where I am. And I mean anything." She smiles and for the first time, I notice just how attractive she is.
I nod to her, noting the seductive, lustful undertones of her speech. "Thank you, Katherine."
Elena is standing before us, "Damon, can we speak privately for a moment?" she asks nervously.
"Of course," I reply, slightly anxious.
We leave the room and stand in a deserted corridor. I notice that she is wringing her hands so I try to help her, "Elena, what's going on?" I rest my hands on her shoulders and raise my eyebrows, smiling slightly.
Her bottom lip trembles, "Damon…" She flings herself at me, wrapping her tiny arms around my neck and leaning on her tip-toes to tuck her head into the crook of my neck. A strangled cry escapes her throat, but she swallows it back and pulls away, blinking away tears. "I don't want you near me anymore. I don't want to be in a relationship with you. I only did this because of my parent's death. I don't want to disgrace my parent's memories by beginning a relationship with a man they wouldn't approve of. Please don't ever speak to me again." A single tear trails down her cheek as I stare at her, speechless. Did she mean all that? I thought that she liked me. I thought that she would be the one. I had even wondered whether she would someday be my blushing bride, and I had hoped she would. "This is goodbye, Damon. Please respect my decision."
I don't speak, I merely watch as she hurries away. I watch as she runs up the staircase; disappearing from sight. I feel confused; why did she say that? What did I do wrong? Why wasn't I good enough for her- for anyone?
I walk slowly back to the hall, have a waiter fetch me a glass of whisky.
To be honest, I spent the next three hours drowning my sorrows.
"Damon, I think you should go to your room now." Stefan says sternly, "The party is over, and you have drunk far too much." He added.
I shrug off his warning and take another gulp of whisky, liking the way it burned my throat.
After finishing the glass, I stand, shaky on my feet.
I feel angry at Elena. She led me on, and then pushed me away. In the back of my mind, I remember Katherine's offer. Without realising, my feet carry me to the door of the girl with the eyes I want to see. I knock roughly on the door, and when the door open, it reveals Katherine Pierce.
She smiles at me, "I'm glad you came." She takes my hand and pulls me into her room, slamming the door before she practically jumps on me. She kisses me fiercely, and I let her. My hands roam her body before we fall onto the bed, her straddling me.
That night, I do something with Katherine- something I would rather not admit.