Elena watched Damon across the garden. He was walking with Lady Katherine. It was strange, the way he stared at her with such admiration; the way he trailed her like a lost puppy, when mere days ago he had no respect or interest in her. The Founders Party had been two days ago, and ever since then, Damon had been acting bizarrely.

Elena didn't totally understand why she told Damn that she didn't want him- she did! She wanted to run to him now and take back those dreadful things she told him, but she didn't- for fear of rejection and him realising just how pathetic she was- and how he was better off without her. It was strange though, she couldn't remember herself deciding all those things. In fact, before her conversation with Katherine, she hadn't even considered whether Damon was right for her or not, and she definitely didn't care about what her parents would say. If anything, her new freedom from her overbearing parents had made her want to do things that they wouldn't approve off. She frankly didn't give a rat's ass about her parents' memory!

Stefan stepped out into the garden and waved at his brother and Miss Pierce. Katherine smiled in the younger Salvatore's direction, turned to Damon and said something that made him pout. She angled her face, almost daring Damon to refuse her, but he didn't, and Elena watched as he walked inside, smiling at his brother- almost smugly- as he passed him.

It was time to swallow her pride, Elena decided. With a deep breath, she followed Damon inside. When she was sure that no one was around, she picked up her pace and ran after him.

"Damon!" She shouted, and he turned expectantly, then his expression dropped visibly when he realised who it was- or rather, who it wasn't. He had heard that voice and though of Katherine, but it was the lookalike.

"Yes?" He asked shortly.

Elena, slightly taken aback by his harsh tone, stammered out her apology, "I wanted to say sorry for the things that I said the other night- at the Founders Party. I didn't mean any of them, I swear!" she promised him, widening her honest, chocolate eyes.

Damon smiled and stepped towards the girl. There was no point in staying angry at the girl, "Its fine." He assured her, and she smiled in obvious relief.

"Really?" She grinned, "So can we test the waters of our relationship again?"

Damon stared at her, blinked three times, and then said, "Why would you think I would want that?" He asked finally.

"Well, you forgave me." Elena replied nervously, she wasn't particularly fond of the direction this was going in, "I thought you wanted this. I mean, you did a matter of days ago." She pointed out as she bit her lip- a nervous habit she had grown out of a few years ago, but Damon was making it surface inside her again.

"Look, Elena, you're lovely, but I'm looking for someone different. Im sorry," He paused to gather his words, "For confusing you."

Elena smiled humourlessly, and refused to meet his gaze, tears rimming in her eyes, "You mean you're looking for someone like Lady Katherine." She shook her head and laughed miserably, "And you're wrong. I'm the only one who is sorry." She walked away, wiping a stray tear away before she turned to face him again, "I'm sorry trusting you."

With the last word, she ran away. She could barely deal with it anymore. She had given Damon Salvatore her heart, and he had trampled all over it. She had thought he could be trusted- that he was different from all the pretentious bastards, but he wasn't. He was the same as every other man.

She tried to pinpoint where things had gone wrong, after all, they had all been peaches and cream a short time ago; and the cause ended up as Katherine.

She did something. She had been jealous of her and Damon's relationship and she had to ruin it… but how did she? Elena turned another corner and stormed towards the identical brunette.

Stefan had gone inside, and Katherine was pouting as she sat alone on an ivory iron chair, beside the ivory iron patio furniture set. Elena stormed over to Katherine, her nostrils flaring and her eyes wide with unproven- and possibly undeserved- fury and rage.

"What did you do?" She almost screamed at Katherine. Just the sight of her was a source of anger. She was so much more beautiful than Elena. True, they shared the same features, height, and slender body. Yes, their hair and dark eyes was the exact same, but they were different. Katherine was dainty and poised to perfection. She was elegant and unrivalled in charm. She was all too different from Elena, and this bitterly showed her why Damon wanted Katherine, rather than clumsy, foolish, naïve Elena.

"What do you mean, Elena?" Katherine asked innocently, "And I advise that you choose your words carefully." The warning only served to infuriate Elena even more.

"I mean," Elena repeated sharply, "What did you do to Damon? What did you do to me?"

Katherine smirked, "I am quite sure that you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"That is it. That is it!" Elena shouted, not caring how delusional she appeared to onlookers, "I knew there was something strange about you! I am going to report you to Mr Salvatore for witchcraft!"

Elena turned and stormed away, but she stopped when Katherine was in front of her in the flash of an eyelash. "Oh, wouldn't you be fortunate if I were a witch." There was something cruel about her smile, "I am much worse than a witch. Witches fear me, darling." She patronised Elena who was suddenly feeling less brave.

"Follow me, Elena Gilbert." Katherine spoke slowly and quietly, but Elena nodded and when Katherine spun on her heel and walked delicately to the house, Elena followed- less delicately- all the way to Lady Katherine's bedchamber.

Just what was Katherine? Elena thought to herself, or was Katherine merely trying to scare away a nuisance?

Once inside her bedroom, Katherine closed and locked her door. She than closed her windows, and pulled the heavy scarlet curtains closed. Elena watched as the stunning face of Katherine Pierce transformed.

Deep, dark red veins appeared bellow her eyes, trailing halfway down her ivory cheeks. The dark brown pupils became an aggressive, angry shade of red. Her lips parted and Elena saw a matching pair of pearly white fangs grew longer. Her tongue swiped across her lips, wetting them.

She really was a monster. Elena had been clutching at straws when she made that accusation, but she was a monster! It seemed cruel to Elena, that even as a terrifying monster, she was beautiful and equipped with talented grace.

"Can you guess what I am, Elena Gilbert?" Katherine asked with humour. Elena whispered her suspicion and Katherine confirmed it by repeating "Vampire."

Within a fraction of a second, Katherine's sharp fangs dug deep into Elena's neck, and Elena had never felt more violated. She was paralysed, and no sound could be heard above her silent screams.

Elena soon felt faint, and she knew she would soon pass out. "Are you disgusted by me?" Katherine asked.

Elena's weary eyes saw her pull back. Katherine's jaw was dripping a sticky red substance. She spoke without thinking of the consequences, "Yes."

Katherine only grinned, "How delicious." She commented, and while it did apply to the human girl's blood, it was more directed at Elena's reply.

Katherine violently ripped open her wrist with her fangs, making Elena cringe and flinch, subconsciously grabbing for her own wrists. Katherine slammed her bloodied wrist against Elena's chapped lips. Elena refused to be as vile as the monster before her, and so her lips remained motionless.

"Drink or I will kill you right now, Gilbert." Katherine growled, and Elena complied sourly.

The blood seemed to drench her throat in the warm, intoxicating liquid, and before she could remember her morals, she was clutching at the wrist and sucking desperately at the source of her pleasure. It was the best experience Elena had ever had; it was absolutely delicious, as Katherine had so wonderfully put it.

The wound on Katherine's wrist almost immediately healed, leaving Elena whimpering as she tragically lapped at the drying blood around where the gash had been- though her skin had now become impenetrable and looked as it had moments ago. It was subtly amazing, but Elena soon came to her senses and supressed her astonishment.

"Guess what, Elena?" Katherine asked, without giving her time to answer, "You are about to become disgusted by yourself." And without another word, breath or motion, Katherine's hands flew to Elena's neck. Elena heard the bone chilling sound of her neck snapping. She was dead before her head lolled to the side.

A/N: Hi everyone! Here is a new chapter, as I hope you have realised since you will have now read the entire thing! Thank you so, so much for the absolutely lovely comments! It makes me so, so happy when I check my e-mail and see the great comments from you all! It makes it even nicer because I spend more time writing stuff for Wattpad than I do for Fanfiction (which I will try to even out) but people hardly ever comment, so it kind of feels like the work I put into writing it wasn't really appreciated at all… but on here, you are all so kind! Sorry, I'm rambling and you probably don't have a clue what the hell I am going on about!

To address a few questions left in the reviews/comments thing-y: Yes, Katherine did compel Damon, and Elena too…

That is actually it…

Bye, lots of love from me! Keep up with the lovely comments as they really brighten my day! I don't have much of a social life (as you may have realised by now) so I get my simple pleasures in life from seeing all you wonderful readers who spare the time to let me know that you are enjoying the story so far.

Sorry to end this on a sad note, but I would like to just pay tribute to a wonderful actor named Cory Monteith who passed away on Saturday the 14th of July 2013. Those of you who watch Glee will know that he played Finn Hudson on the show. Finn was my favourite character, and I have to say that Glee is now more or less doomed. I feel really sorry for Lea Michelle too, who was supposed to marry Cory in two weeks' time.

Sorry for that depressing note. Bye: Kate xxx