Damon left the ball early, unable to watch Elena be so lovey-dovey with his brother. He figured it was best to just get out of there before he did anything stupid and impulsive.
He burst into his bedroom and violently tossed his bowtie onto the bed. He threw his tux jacket onto the ground and walked angrily into the bathroom. He bent down over the sink and splashed his face with cold water. He straightened back up and sighed, running his fingers through his soft black hair.
He looked at himself in the mirror. He was a hot mess with displaced strands of hair, a tight jaw, and icy blue pained eyes. He was angry with himself for being so affected by Elena and Stefan.
He punched the mirror and shards of glass fell when he pulled away his hand. Even though all the open cuts healed quickly, fresh blood still crusted the surface of his skin. He grunted and put his hands under the water to wash away the red.
"Damon?" Her voice sounded behind him.
Damon turned around to see Elena carefully walking into his room, as if she were scared that any sudden movement would send him off the deep end. She was no longer in her extravagant ball gown. She had changed into a tight purple tank top and jeans. On her neck rested the necklace that Stefan gave her two years ago. Damon hadn't seen her wear that in a long while and it fueled his anger.
"Elena," Damon sighed, "What are you doing here?"
"The ball is over; I just came by to check on you. You seemed—seem upset." Elena edged her way towards him.
"You don't have to be scared, I won't hurt you. Come here." He motioned her towards him and she obliged. She stopped right in front of him.
"But, what got you so upset?"
"You know," Damon said. Elena nodded her head and hesitantly spoke.
"St—Stefan and me."
Damon nodded and looked away from her with a tightly clenched jaw.
"It's hard to watch," Damon said through gritted teeth. Elena sighed and took his hand. Damon relaxed a bit on the contact. It was as if she were reminding him where her heart truly lied.
"It's just the way it is," Elena said. Damon narrowed his eyes and looked at her.
"I don't like it." Damon said. He watched her in silence. She looked different, but Damon couldn't exactly place what it was that made her look different. He snaked his arm around her back and Elena gasped at the sudden contact. He edged her shirt up her torso. He bent down and gently licked, nibbled, and then kissed her collarbone. "I love you Elena." He whispered against her skin.
Elena quickly pushed away from him and took a couple steps back to distance herself from Damon.
"Damon, stop it! You're overly emotional," She reasoned, "You know I'm with Stefan!"
Damon narrowed his eyes in confusion and hurt. He watched her with barred teeth and began slowly walking toward her with a predator-like stance. Elena stepped back with fear in her eyes.
Damon was angry. He didn't know what was going on with her, but he didn't like it one bit. That's when it hit him. It all made so much more sense now and he was upset with himself that he didn't catch onto it right away.
Damon used vamp-speed to run up to her. He clasped his hand around her throat and picked her up, slamming her back into the wall.
"What—what are you doing?!" She choked out, clawing at Damon's hand. Damon gritted his teeth and cocked his head to the side, getting that crazed look he always gets when he is close to the edge.
"Hello, Katherine." Damon said.
At the last statement, she dropped her hands to her side and a smug smile replaced the innocent façade that previously occupied her countenance.
"I'm proud of you, Damon," Katherine said smugly, "You caught on pretty quick considering your IQ level."
Damon shrugged.
"I can be pretty intuitive." He replied. Katherine tried to pry his hand off her throat, but he only tightened his grip.
"Mmm," Katherine coughed out, looking at him with devilishly flirtatious eyes, "I like this Damon Salvatore. He's way hotter than the lost puppy that used to stalk me."
"And way more dangerous." Damon threatened, lifting her higher from the ground.
"Now, now, don't be like that," Katherine bit her bottom lip. She used her 300 years superior strength to push him off of her. He fell back onto the bed and before he could get up, Katherine sped over to him and straddled him, pinning him back down to the mattress. She leaned down over him and whispered, "I know you still want me."
Damon looked up at her and bit his bottom lip seductively. He lifted his head up, positioning his lips right by hers.
"Not at all," He whispered, dropping his head back down to the mattress. Katherine sighed and sat up, still straddling Damon.
"I have a question for you," She said.
"I probably don't have an answer," Damon stated.
"I'll ask anyway." Katherine said, teasing her hair, "Why is it that what gave me away was the fact that I wasn't returning your affections?"
Damon glared at her and pursed his lips. She had him.
"My, my!" Katherine laughed, "Are you telling me that miss goody-goody Gilbert is getting around?"
"No!" Damon defended Elena's honor.
"Oh, so it's just you and Stefan?" Katherine inquired wickedly.
Just then, the door to Damon's bedroom was opened and in came the real Elena. She had actually changed out of her ball gown and was now wearing a jean skirt and black t-shirt.
"Katherine," She gasped at the sight. "And Damon?" Her voice changed from fear to suspicion, confusion, and sadness when she noticed her lover pinned under her enemy.
"Ah, Elena!" Katherine said, "Come to join the party?"
"Get off of me!" Damon growled, trying to throw her off of him. She was too strong though.
"What's going on?" Elena's voice caught in her throat.
"Damon was just filling me in on your life." Katherine said nonchalantly, "Turns out, you are getting a little less predictable. Brava. There's that Petrova fire."
"You told her?!" Elena asked Damon.
"Not exactly," Damon continued to struggle underneath Katherine, "A little help, please?"
Elena rolled her eyes and ran over to Katherine. Damon pushed her up and Elena pulled her off of him, causing her to hit the ground with a thump. Katherine laughed as she stood up.
"Does Stefan know about this?" She asked.
Elena stared her down and remained silent. Her silence was all the answer that Katherine needed.
"Good to know! I bet when he finds out he'll be pretty upset. He'll probably need another woman, one who would never be so manipulative." Katherine plotted.
"That woman isn't you," Elena assured her.
"Touché." Katherine said, "But at least you will be out of the picture."
"Pfft." Damon scoffed, "Stefan will never go for such a pathetic, desperate, little manipulative bitch that is you."
"Ohhh ouch," Katherine sarcastically backed up as though she had been physically hurt. "He did once. He did twice." Katherine gestured towards Elena.
Damon lunged forward, but Elena caught him before he could reach Katherine. After all, Klaus did need Katherine alive.
"That's right Elena; hold back your boy-toy." Katherine said, turning around and walking to Damon's open bedroom door. Her hips swayed sassily with each step, and she tossed her hair over her shoulder.
"Where do you think you're going?" Damon snarled at her.
"To win the heart of the only Salvatore I ever truly loved," Katherine responded before tossing Damon a wicked smile. She escaped out the door and Elena let go of Damon's arm.
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