CHAPTER 3: Dirty Dancing

Barbie Klaus and feeling less Elena bonding? That was certainly a sign of the apocalypse, Rebekah's sudden entry had practically ruined Damon's plan, now Elena was definitely going to be two steps ahead of him if he tried to pull anything. He'd probably have to ask for Stefan's help...and if that didn't work out either, Klaus's. Damn it! He knew he should have daggered her and not just let her go with a snapped neck, perhaps he had been feeling generous. "What do you want, Rebekah? Was it necessary to stamp all over my badass plan?"
Rebekah turned around to look at Elena, who was buying drinks at the bar, then turned back to face him, "Of course it was, considering you snapped my neck and everything else you've done." Damon smirked, "You know that there's no chance of you getting your nasty little hands on the cure with Elena's humanity turned off, right?" Rebekah rolled her eyes, "Fat chance. I am stronger than you, and you don't even have the weapon that can kill me anymore." Damon groaned, "We'll still find a way, maybe we will give your brother a call to come and get you." Rebekah just smiled, "Why are you so keen on getting rid of me? Elena doesn't want to be cured, and I thought you liked her better this way. You do realize the cure will turn her back to the human, Stefan-loving Elena right? And then you'll be right back to where you begun, babysitting your brother's girl, how pathetic." Damon hated when people would go there, he wanted to snap this bitch's neck a million more times, he knew that, he knew Elena would probably go back to being in love with Stefan, but it would be better than her turning into Katherine 2.0, he had to make himself believe that, so that he wouldn't do anything crazy or stupid. And he had a track record in being crazy and stupid, but he'd get around Rebekah, he knew ways into her head. "Don't even think about it," Rebekah said, "After everything you've done to me, you don't even deserve to be alive right now; so I suggest you shut up or the next thing to come out of your mouth will be your teeth." Damon was so beyond her stupid threats, "I'm sorry, did I hurt your precious feelings, when I snapped your neck, stabbed you in the back, slept with you then—" "Shut up!" She cried, she looked like she was going to cry for a second, then her expression hardened and she gave him a devious smile, "You're not getting rid of me that easily."

Rebekah's POV:

Rebekah couldn't stand another second around Damon, so she went up to Elena, she handed Rebekah a shot glass, and they clenched the glasses and drank a few rounds. "Do you wanna dance?" She asked, Elena looked over Rebekah's shoulder at Damon, who was clearly drunk, dancing with some random blonde; feeding from her at the same time. "Why not?"
They headed over to the dance floor, moving to the beats. "You know you're a lot more fun with your humanity turned off" Rebekah said to Elena above the loud music, "Oh, don't underestimate me! I know how much you always hated me, Rebekah." She shouted back, "Changed my opinion!"
Rebekah scanned the nightclub for the first time, as much as she hated Damon, he had a wonderful taste. Two bars spun the length of the room, facing each other; countertops made of black granite and tempered glass, shiny and spotlessly clean. They were framed by illuminated shelves made of glass, sustaining millions of bottle of alcohol. With good looking bar tenders awaiting a command behind the counters, but this was only visible to her with her vampire vision; the view was almost completely blocked otherwise by throngs of people dancing on a very crowded dance floor. The flashing lights on the dance floor radiated in every possible colour, thrashing in all directions hitting the multiple mirrors surrounding the room. The dance floor reminded Rebekah of a very large, colourful, glowing rubrics cube. The band on the stage sang with full energy, the place itself made Rebekah want to forget about all her worries, problems and just let go. She could feel Elena thinking the same way, she had to admit, switching it off didn't seem to do much bad to Elena, she saw Elena truly having the time of her life, she had known the girl for awhile now and though she never admitted it, she felt sorry for her sometimes, even in Elena's brightest smiles were hidden pain. But now, she looked like she was truly having a blast, like she had no care in the world; which obviously, she didn't. Though there were times she felt bad for her, Rebekah truly envied her, and even now, with her humanity turned off, she envied her. "Damon's coming our way." E lena said, snapping her back to reality. "Oh, and he's brought dinner", Damon came over to the two of them; hauling the blonde girl he was feeding on with him, "Bon appetite, ladies." He said, Elena didn't hesitate one bit, she smiled at Damon and pulled the poor blonde girl towards her, then she lifted her hair and dropped them on the other side, so she could bite into her neck, she slowly sunk her fangs into the girl's neck, the girl fought for balance but Elena wouldn't let go too easily, she just kept on going, Damon smiled at Rebekah and signalled her to join. Oh, what the hell. Rebekah held onto the girl from the other side and pulled her hair up and then sunk her fangs in too. She loved the taste of the fresh blood, it refreshed her, made her feel stronger and in control, less vulnerable. She finally let go, "That's enough" Damon told Elena as Rebekah moved away, wiping her face clean to hide any evidence of blood. Elena let go too and Damon compelled the blonde to forget about what happened and go home. Rebekah looked around, nobody had seemed to notice that they had been feeding, she turned to talk to Elena then noticed Elena and Damon had started to dance, coming closer to each other. Rebekah could tell how Elena's mind was working, she was going to get Damon to spill by making him fall in love with her all over again. Emotional blackmail, the same exact thing Damon had done to Rebekah to read all her thoughts. He deserved it, she thought, stepped away and moving to the music on her own, finally she and Elena were on the same page. Well, sort of.
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Stefan's POV:

Klaus called Stefan for the hundredth time that day, "I was with Caroline; you know she wouldn't have agreed to come if she knew you we're coming too, Klaus." Klaus shook his head, "My deal is, I don't care what Caroline says, I need to find my sister." Stefan rolled his eyes, "Wild Boar Club, that's where they are."
"And you didn't go spy on your brother yet, mate?" Klaus asked,
"I trust my brother, and I don't trust you, so why don't you just go up to your sister and leave us out of this one?" Klaus laughed on the other line,
"I'll leave you out of this one for now, Stefan. But you should probably go make sure your brother isn't having the time of his life with your girl while you babysit a heart that cannot be mended." Klaus said, obviously talking about Caroline. "Goodbye, Klaus." Stefan cut the phone, "Who was that?" He turned with a start, and grinned a sheepish grin at Caroline who stood right in front of him with her arms crossed.
"How much of that conversation did you hear?"
"Enough to understand you were talking to Klaus! I can't believe this, Stefan!"
He groaned, like he didn't have enough problems, but he felt bad for her, he knew he shouldn't have lied to her. He sighed, "Sit down, please?"
They were at a pub called, 'Shelly's and were making their next move. 'Shelly's' was your average New York City pub filled with cheap smokers and stoners and strippers. "You could have just told me you know..."
"Look, I'm sorry, Caroline. But if we are going to find and outsmart Katherine, we might just need his help, Klaus came here looking for Rebekah and we needed back up so—" She cut him off,
"So you thought a thousand year old original vampire who can't be killed is someone you'd prefer to have on our side." Stefan nodded,
"But you do know Katherine has the cure that can literally reverse that don't you?"
"All the more reason he will help in finding her and taking the cure from her, he can't risk dying and we can't risk letting him die, considering lots of vampires from his bloodline would die, Damon and I too." Caroline sighed,
"I guess I get it, I just wish you had told me." Stefan smiled and patted Caroline on the shoulder like it was all going to be okay. Caroline and he went long back, she was like his best friend, he'd helped her when she was in transition and practically saved her life, ever since then Caroline had been returning the favour, the both of them had grown close. "Here's your drink, maam." A waitress told Caroline, as she didn't hesitate one bit and gulped down the beer.
And now he was worried about her, she was a mess ever since Tyler had left. "Slow down on the drinks, you'll empty the bar." Caroline didn't stop to talk until she was finished then wiped her mouth clean, "Wow, Stefan has a sense of humour"
Stefan gave her a half-smile, "You'll survive this, you know that right?"
Her smile disappeared, "Yeah right I'm a murderous vampire who just got dumped by her boyfriend who's being chased by a thousand year old hybrid, it's a very good day to be Caroline Forbes" She said sarcastically, "Hey, hey,"
He said, trying to sound as comforting as possible, "I know how it feels, I'm in the same position remember? The girl I love is out there canoodling with my brother! But we don't give up on the people we love, Care, we fight. You're gonna be okay." Caroline laughed, "I just can't believe you said 'canoodling'" Stefan smiled again, and then she sighed, "You have to know that's not really her canoodling with Damon right? It's just the worst part of her, when she turned she lost her senses, but the real Elena, my best friend, the human one, she loves you Stefan, for her, it's always been you; and it's always going to be only, you." Stefan smiled,
"See you're gonna be fine!" Caroline smiled, "Maybe so, thanks for the pep talk, I think I needed to hear that. So, what now?"
"Now," Stefan said, signalling a waitress for the bill,
"We find Katherine and rip her heart out."

Caroline's POV:

Caroline was still waiting at the bar for Klaus, yes Klaus, she didn't want to see his hybrid face right now but she had no choice, Stefan had gone to spy on Elena, Damon and Rebekah (obviously) and left her to team up with Klaus in order to find out where Katherine was. Damon had told Stefan that he was already on it, but Caroline was guessing Stefan didn't trust his brother enough, not even after all they'd been through go figure. The bell on top of the door chimed as it did every time someone walked into the bar and Klaus came and sat down in front of her, "Greetings, love, I believe we have a lot of work to do."

Damon's POV:

"New York is one beautiful city." Damon said, staring at the city that spread out below him, they'd come up to the rooftop to have a little drink. Rebekah had gone MIA and he had to make sure Elena would trust him so that he could carry on with his plan. "Sure is, and fun too, but you know what's more fun? Being up here, with you..." She said, there we go with the emotional blackmail, the DJ's music could be heard upstairs on the roof too, and that was the best part. Damon had some of his own tricks up his sleeve when it came to emotional blackmail.
He stood up and offered her his hand, "Care for a dance?"
"Up here?" She said, a smile lightning up her face, "Unless-"
She stood up and put her arms around his neck, "Shh, it's perfect."
They moved slowly to the music playing downstairs, his arms rested at her waist, the old (unsired) Elena would probably never let him do that.
"Look at the stars," Damon said, not letting go of her while they danced,
their feet in perfect rhythm and sync with the music,
"See that constellation?" "It's surprising; I didn't know it was possible to see stars in New York." Elena said, "Not usually, no, but sometimes on really special nights, on really special spots, with really special people, you just might have a chance." This was easy for him, he was in love with Elena and even though her humanity was off, this was so far one of the best nights of his life, being at his favourite pub from the 80's with the girl he loves, dancing on the rooftop underneath the stars...it was all too good to be true, and that's why life is a bitch, because none of this was true, Elena didn't feel anything, she had the switch turned off, so this all really wasn't true, it truly was too good to be true, life worked in cruel ways, at least in Damon's experience it did, it was like he'd starved for days and there was cake (let's take blood instead, shall we?) left right in front of him but he couldn't drink it. "What happened, Damon? You seem worried" Elena said, leaning in closer to him, her mouth inches away from his, he could feel her breath, her heart beating, the smell of her perfume, the smell of her hair, "Don't doubt yourself Damon, this is right, it's all right, I want this, you want this, don't think twice just relax and..." she kissed him gently, and he couldn't stop himself, he pulled her closer, his arms wrapped around her waist, and they kissed for a very long time. For a little while he almost got carried away then realized that she was playing him and almost succeeding in doing so, he pushed her away, "Come on, Damon," She said, signalling him to continue dancing with her, or smooching her, or whatever he was doing up here with her, "Don't lie to me, tell me, what are we really doing here in New York?" Damon smiled, "Oh you stone cold bitch, you know what, no, you're no less than Katherine, but don't use these tricks on me, honey, I invented these tricks." He said, he stopped dancing with her and grabbed a bottle of rum from the table and gulped some of it down, "I know how you're mind works now, you want to know where Katherine is? Well, see, the thing is, I don't know where she is yet. You wanted the truth? There, all you had to do was ask"
Elena played safe, "What are you talking about?"
And at that moment, Rebekah came in, "I have news on Katherine."
"So do I." Stefan came in next, Damon pulled himself as away as he could from Elena, "What are you doing here, brother?"