"Well Why the hell bring her here?"

"I needed to put her somewhere, where she couldn't escape. Your house is the only one with a cellar filled with vervain, hence..."

"What do you want with her?"

"I told you Damon. Something's not right about her."

A groan parted Anthea's lips as she woke to their little dispute. Her head was pounding, and a dull ache was throbbing in her neck. She could smell the vervain, and realised why her throat felt a little scratchy. Looking around, she saw only one door, the two figures standing right in front of it, still going on as if she were invisible. Or still unconscious.

"- friend of the originals?" Katherine shrugged.

"I wouldn't call her a friend, but they definitely know who she is, and I don't buy that she's a friend of Klaus'. Elijah's been acting weird since he saw her, and besides, why wouldn't I want to keep her locked up in a cellar? She had me tied down to a chair for fuck sake!"

"Not that anyone asked me, but could you two please try to lower your voices? You're making my head hurt." The lock on the door slid open, and in stepped the male, Damon. His eyes were glued to her form as she pulled herself into an upright sitting position. She watched his blue orbs trail over her body in more ways that one, and a quiet snarl started to break through her. He backed away, his eyes never leaving her. After a few steps back, he straightened, and asserted himself.

"Who are you?" She looked up at Damon with a smirk.

"Anthea Blakhart." Damon looked back at Katherine, who merely shrugged as she stepped forward, her next question already forming, but Damon cut her off.

"What are you doing here, Anthea?"

'Well that I wouldn't know. You'd have to ask Petrova." Damon let out an irritated sigh.

"What I meant was-"

"How do you know my real name?" Anthea glanced over at Katherine, she could see the hairs on Katherine's neck rising, and found a bit of pleasure in it.

"You're the spitting image of Tatia." Damon looked at her again, his eyes filled with intrigue.

"You know Tatia?"

"Knew." She corrected him. "She was the first Petrova to ever cross me. After she died, I'd thought that would end." She glared at Katherine, who met her glare with just as much venom. "Obviously I was wrong."

"How has Katherine crossed you?"

"Yeah, I don't even know you, and who-"

"Katherine, please. I'm in the middle of an interrogation here." Katherine let out a huff of annoyance before rolling her eyes, and motioning for Damon to continue. He threw a sarcastic smile at her, and turned back to Anthea who was eyeing the cellar door. He moved into her line of sight.

"She seduced the man I love."

"Elijah?" Anthea didn't say anything, but her silence was all they needed as answer. Damon cleared his throat.

"So, you're in Mystic Falls, to kill Katherine?" Katherine scoffed.

"Like she could hurt me." Anthea's smirk went unnoticed.

A growl erupted in the cellar, and in the blink of an eye, Katherine was hanging from the wall, her feet dangling in the air as Anthea tightened her grip around the young vampire's neck.

"I thought older vampires preferred torture?" Anthea's head cocked to the side, and a menacing smile formed on her face.

"You have no idea what older vampires prefer." Katherine smirked.

"I know what Elijah prefers." Her smirk grew as anger flashed across Anthea's face. "And sweety, it ain't you." Anthea growled again, tightening her grip around Katherine's throat.

"Anthea."

The air went cold. Anthea was rigid, her muscles coiled, ready for attack. She was ready to end the doppelgänger's life, she was ready to do it in front of him. But his voice seized her, and froze her. She felt rage boiling up inside of her at her weakness for this man. Seeing no use in fighting it, she let go of Katherine, who dropped to the floor with a thud, desperately trying to bring air back into her lungs. Some habits never die. She thought as she turned away from the worthless creature, to face the man who stopped her.

He looked menacing in the dark light. Damon was knocked out cold on the floor, it looked as if he was sleeping. He stepped towards Anthea, and she felt a long forgotten thrill run down her spine. His eyes were dark, and his lips were pulled into a thin line, twitching at the sides now and then. The movement so faint, you'd need a magnifying glass to see it. But she saw it. She had his every emotion memorised, she knew what his next move would be. He was a creature of habit. As a human, and as a vampire. Even in his darkest times.

She raised her head in defiance. A small smirk appeared on his lips.

"It's been a long time, Miss Blakhart." A flash of anger swept over her at his use of her name.

"It certainly has been, Elijah." She purred his name, allowing every letter to roll off of her tongue, dripping them in poison. Her poison.

He glanced behind her as Katherine started moving. Glancing back up at her, he seemed surprised to see the anger clouding her eyes. She watched his eyes close, and when they opened, she saw a flash of something old, something buried, something that almost made her lose herself in his scent, his presence, his entire being. She turned towards Katherine, who was now leaning against the wall. She leaned in close, close enough that only Katherine could hear her next whispered words.

"He will be mine again, Petrova. Do not underestimate me." In a flash, she was out the cellar and into the forest, her heart now beating rapidly in her chest as she remembered the last time Elijah had looked at her in that way. She knew what it meant, and it brought a smile to her face. She knew this game all too well, and she would play it to the best of her abilities. She would break his rules, and he would find her every time. And one day, he will make good on the promise his eyes had made.

He would dominate her.