♥TVD!♥

Damon walked into the living room, finding Bonnie going through her cupboards. “That teef really got me. Look at my neck” she zei bitter. Damon grabbed her arm and forced her to turn around. All of the fear he had felt since she jinxed him was gone and now all she could read on his face was fury. “Let go of me, Damon” she zei with a cold voice, though she couldn’t hide the tremble. Damon brought his face to hers and looked her straight in the eye. He wasn’t going to compel her, he knew he wasn’t strong enough. “What have u done to Elena? u zei u wouldn’t hurt her”...

Damon was sitting in the couch, his head in his hands. “Is it still not over?” Elena asked slightly worried. “I gave u two painkillers, it shouldn’t hurt no more” Damon looked up and gave her an irritated glance. “I’m not making this up, if that’s what u think” “I didn’t say I think you’re making this up” Elena defended herself. “I just find it strange… Maybe u need to get a doctor” “Yeah, let’s do that” Katherine scornfully said. She came from out of the kitchen. “Let’s go to a nice doctor and have him examine Damon. Surely he wouldn’t notice...

Katherine’s POV
I leaned off the uithangbord smiling. “I can tell that u didn’t miss me.” I zei turning to Stefan my smile fading.
I turned back to Damon smiling. “I can’t tell much if u miss me with all that ‘I love u Elena.” I glided my hands over his perfectly sculpted abs. His overhemd, shirt so thin u could feel every little curve.
My fingers moving up his stomach one door one. “You seem to love Elena so much, have u ever wanted to tasted her blood, because I know I’ve been dying to.” I zei running my thumb over his lower lip.

Damon’s POV
From the moment she spoke my body...

“What?” Stefan zei when words failed to leave both Damon and my mouths. She was still staring at me.
“I can’t believe it. How is this possible?” she zei to herself. I was at loss. What was she TALKING about? Stefan slowly walked towards her and knelt beside her.
“Katherine, we need u to tell us. What are u talking about? How is Elena…you?” he asked gently. She seemed to calm down and she walked over to the bar. She shakily poured herself a large neat wodka and downed it. She slammed the glass down and stared at the fire.
“A few years before I came to Mystic Falls in 1864,...