The Founders Ball || Datherine

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Katherine pressed her lips together in a fine line as she stared over at the man in front of him. It couldn’t have been more obvious that he was shocked if someone written the word on his forehead. She turned her attention away, facing herself in the dresser mirror. She could see a hint of blood on the bottom of her lip. She moved her finger to wipe it off, licking it clean the following moment. She straightened up the following moment, smoothing out her dress, and brushing her curls behind her shoulder. She felt rejuvenated. Yet the look Damon held created for a displeasing atmosphere.

"Very well," she answered as she turned towards him. "Mr. Salvatore, will you be ever so kind to escort a lady back down to the dance. It appears that I’m ready to head back down to the party," she began, holding out her arm. "But before you take my arm Damon, make me a promise," she requested, yet still held her arm out. "Don’t treat me any differently now that you know my secret. It’s not one that I’d share very willingly in a town so bent on destroying my kind as Mystic Falls is," she stated, turning to face him finally. "I can’t lose you Damon," she added, a hint of emotion betraying the solid facade she held.

Damon picked his head up, his eyes instinctively moving over to her as she turned to face the mirror. He could see his own reflection in it, but only in the background. He watched as she reached up and wiped away the small amount of blood from her lip. Damon pursed his lips together slightly, trying to hold back a small ridiculous smile. He had to admit it to himself, even if he didn’t want to—Katherine was definitely sexy, even more now that she was a vampire. It was hard to grasp onto the concept, but something came over him and he just.. felt more attracted to her. He didn’t know what it was, exactly.

His thoughts were interrupted when Katherine asked him to take her back down to the party since she was ready to go, and he nodded in agreement. “Of course, Miss. Katherine,” he told her. He was about to take her arm, but she stopped him. He looked at her with slightly raised eyebrows, his lips slightly parted. He listened to every word that passed from her perfect lips, and he nodded when she finally told him she couldn’t lose him. He couldn’t lose her, either. Not to his brother.

"I promise I won’t," He said, giving her a small smile, before taking her arm and walking her back down to the party below.

-END-

The Founders Ball || Datherine

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A smile curved upon her face, carved with sinister ambitions yet docile on the petite girls features. “I know you won’t Damon,” she answered with a certainty, as if she had never doubted him in the first place. “I knew you would be the only one I could trust,” she added, delicate fingers running over his distinct jawline. Perched on her tip toes, Katherine leaned over and planted a soft kiss upon his lips. “I was going to tell you eventually but then you left,” she lied, her words sounding believable to even her ears. If Katherine didn’t better, she would have been under her own spell. “That night we were together, I wanted to confess everything but,” she shook her head, stepping back from him. “I’m not a monster,” she added, brows knitted together. “I’m an immortal and we all have to pay the price for immortality,” she added, his fingers reaching towards the girl once more. It might have been best that Damon entered when he did. She was starting to look pale. Standing straight in front of her and making eye contact, Katherine spoke once more, “You’ll remember none of this. Keep a scarf around your neck til it’s healed and leave.” She watched and waited for the girl to make her exit before turning back to Damon. “You have questions,” she guessed. 

If Damon wasn’t as out of it as he was, he would’ve smiled in satisfaction when Katherine told him that she knew she could trust him. The one she could trust. But he could hardly concentrate on anything else but the situation at hand. His eyes widened slightly when Katherine moved a hand to his jaw and leaned forward in a kiss, but he didn’t flinch back. He allowed her lips to meet his, but he simply couldn’t kiss her back with the traces of the other girl’s blood on her lips. Damon listened as Katherine told him that she was planning on telling him the night he left, and his expression fell to a saddened one. He knew he shouldn’t have left her that night. He knew it. Damon watched as Katherine moved to the girl and told her to leave and to.. to do something else— honestly, Damon wasn’t listening too well. Like stated before, he was out of it. 

He pursed his lips together when Katherine asked him if he had questions, and he thought about it. He had questions, but.. there were too many to sort through, and he didn’t know which one to ask first. “I-I don’t,” he told her, looking down at the ground.

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The Founders Ball || Datherine

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Her head tilted as she gazed upon the man. Fingers ran through the soft hair, feeling the short strands against her fingertips. “You know what I am. Who I am,” she emphasized. “I’m Katherine Pierce and I have always been Katherine Pierce,” she continued, taking a step closer to him so that there was hardly any space in between them. Her lips hovered dangerously close to his neck and she wondered for half a moment if he would flinch. Would he be scared of her now that he knew the truth? Would the fearless Damon Salvatore who faced war and came back to live the tale as only a mocking joke cower at the sight of Katherine? Or would his devotion to her get the best of him. She would find out the answer soon enough.

She kissed his neck softly, plump lips against his bare skin. “Nothing is as it seems,” she warned, her words a murmur in his ears. She turned to face the icy blue gaze of his once more, her fingers running over the warmth of his cheeks. “You can’t tell anyone,” she insisted, shaking her head. “They’ll drive a stake through my heart and call it justice,” she added, her voice falling flat at the harsh words. “People don’t take kindly to vampires,” she stated, the word piercing the air like a blade to the heart.

Damon’s eyes never left hers as she spoke. She was.. different now. He couldn’t look at her the same. She told him she was still Katherine, but.. this definitely changed his outlook on her. He wasn’t necessarily scared of her, but.. he just wanted answers. As she leaned forward, Damon instinctively held his breath and closed his eyes. He didn’t think Katherine would bite him, or do anything similar to what she’d done to the girl nearby, but the fear still lingered. He was frozen in place, wondering what she’d do next.

He felt her soft lips press against his neck, and he exhaled a shaky breath. “Please don’t bite me..” Damon whispered, closing his eyes a little tighter. She murmured in his ear, telling him that nothing was as it seemed. He didn’t really know what to make of that, but he decided that it meant she wouldn’t hurt him. He hoped that was what she meant. When Katherine pulled away and looked at him again, Damon opened his eyes and  quickly licked his dry lips, curious to what she’d do next.She told him not to tell anyone, and he nodded. He wasn’t planning on it, anyway. Besides, it would be nice to know something about Katherine that Stefan didn’t know. When she told him that people didn’t take kindly to vampires, the word clicked in his head.

Vampires.

So that’s what she was. 

"I-I won’t say a word," he told her, nodding again. 

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The Founders Ball || Datherine

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The taste of the blood pouring from the girls neck into her lips was magnificent. It was as pure as a first kiss and as delectable as the finest wine. It was as orgasmic as sex with the man you’ve dreamt of it and as satisfying as the feeling of the sun pouring onto your face after a season of cold. It was through time and experience when she learned when enough was enough but she wasn’t nearly there yet. Regardless, she found herself breaking away, a voice joining the two bodies. The girl looked pale with blood dripping down her neck and Katherine was caught with bloody lips. She moved her thumb across her chin, wiping off the trail of blood that dripped. She brought it to her lips, cleaning it as if his presence was no major inconvenience of hers. “Don’t move,” she instructed the girl, speaking clearly and holding her gaze. The next moment, she moved.

In the eye of an average human, she had no doubt her graceful speed was missed. One moment she was standing before the girl and the next she was beside Damon. “Don’t be afraid sweet Damon,” she began, reaching her hand up to run her fingers across the dark locks. She knew she could easily compel him to forget but she was curious what he would do. Damon wasn’t Stefan. While born from the same womb, the two brothers were very different. Stefan would have lead a mob after her but Damon? She was about to find out.

Damon cocked an eyebrow, his eyes wide when Katherine wiped her chin of the girl’s blood. And he knew it was the girl’s blood from the blood dripping from the girl’s neck. Was Katherine a cannibal? Or a monster? This was too much to deal with at one time.

He flinched back slightly when Katherine seemed to be in front of him in an instant, but he stayed still when her hand moved across his hair. “What are you?” He asked quietly, licking his lips quickly; they were incredibly dry. “W-What’s going on here?” He asked, looking at the girl. She seemed to be dead where she stood. So still, unmoving. He looked back at Katherine, noticing the content and calmness in her eyes, her expression. He needed an explanation. He was terribly confused. 

The Founders Ball || Datherine

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The Founders Ball was everything one expected it to be. The decorations dazzled even the eldest of members, the food plump and right for the bite. The people looked nearly as appetizing. Men dressed in suits and women in dresses. Katherine herself, was dressed in a long elegant light blue gown. Her necklace dangled around her neck as usual and her hair was up, neatly tied with a ribbon to match. A smile decorated her lips as a glove hand moved to meet her date. Stefan looked dashing in his suite. He proved to be an elegant dancer, much to her satisfaction. Choosing between the two men had been difficult but watching them attempt to win her both had proved to be interesting enough. It the end, it was Stefan who had drawed her attention.

With the night dwindling on, she found herself craving the taste of the countless necks that laid open for her taking. She tried to recall the last day of her feeding but came at a loss. The Salvatore brothers had her busy all week. A thirst began to built up in her chest. She excused herself from Stefan, giving him a curtsy as he fell into the crowd of humans. She could practically see the veins of their necks pulsing. They were so ripe for her choosing. Gripping onto a hand of a girl, she stared directly into her eyes. “Lead me upstairs,” she compelled, releasing her grip the next moment and watching as the girl smiled and laughed like the bimbo that she had no doubt she was. A moment later, they were ascending up the long elegant staircase.

She held her dress up as they walked, quickly glancing at the crowd. Stefan was preoccupied talking to the mayor. Turning away, she lead the girl towards one of the rooms, leaving the door halfway closed to not alarm suspicion and yet keep from being seen. “Don’t move,” she compelled. “Or speak or scream,” she added, her tone falling. Her delicate features contorted as the sharp teeth emerged. She sunk them into the girls neck, tasting what she had craved for the entire night.

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It killed him when Katherine chose Stefan. Damon wasn’t expecting it, especially after their night before he left for war. He thought maybe she’d missed him after being gone for so long, but he figured that her alone time with Stefan shaded that out of the picture. And it hurt. He’d spent a lot of time thinking about her while he was away, and now he felt like he meant nothing to her. 

The Founders Ball was being held at his father’s mansion, so Damon was forced to watch his brother get dressed to take the love of his life to the ball. It was hard. His father asked Damon if he wanted to help with getting things ready, and he quickly declined. He thought about going out on his own and finding a bar or a pub, but he didn’t feel like showing back up at his home drunk. It wouldn’t look good. After a while, he decided to go down to the kitchen and see about the foods his father and the servants had prepared. He hoped he’d be able to avoid his brother, but he wouldn’t mind getting a moment alone with Katherine. They hadn’t been alone the entire time he’d been back.

On his way downstairs, Damon walked by one of the many bedrooms in the house, and the door was cracked enough for Damon to see inside. He looked in, seeing Katherine leaning over another girl, her face in the crook of her neck. What was going on? Damon’s eyebrows furrowed together and he opened the door more, walking in. “Katherine?” He asked, seeing trails of blood falling from the other girl’s neck. 

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The instant she heard both offers fall from the boys lips, she paused in her step and grinned. There was a certain pleasure in toying with the two Salvatore brothers. She loved them both, truly, but the amusement brought on with them sharing the same sort of love for her was beyond entertaining. Having Damon back would bring some spice back into her life. Mystic Falls was only beginning to become interesting once more. She found herself laughing silently to herself as she turned to face the brothers once more. “The smart and kind Salvatore brothers both coming to my rescue,” she began, circling the two brothers as if inspecting them. “How will I ever choose?” she questioned, her head shaking at the thought. She left them with her words, heading back through the maze hedges, her dress falling beyond her knees as she walked back towards the front of the house. She crossed her arms behind her back, holding her head up straight as if she had done nothing wrong. In truth, she knew she had started a competition between them, one that she was more than happy to watch play out. 

Damon and his brother watched as Katherine walked off through the maze after questioning them, rhetorically asking them how she will ever choose between them. Damon was in awe of her. She was so gorgeous. So alluring. He had all ideas that she’d choose him, but he knew he’d been away for a long time; his brother had been alone with her for a few years now, and he was sure they’d grown very attached to one another. However, Damon was sure she’d missed him, and maybe she’d let him take her so she’d be able to spend some time with him. Damon didn’t know, but the urge to make love to her again was strong and he needed some time alone with her. 

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Katherine stepped forward, shrugging her shoulders inward as Damon questioned her. “Now I’ll have both of you here to keep me entertained,” she answered with a pleasant smile, straightening her head to look upon the two brothers that stared at her with equal amounts of love and amusement in their eyes. She hadn’t paused in her speech however, her words continuing from the tips of her lip. “First and foremost, I’ll need someone to escort me to the Founders Ball,” she announced as she began to turn, hiding her face from the two brothers and picking up her skirt. 

Damon’s smile grew wider as she told them they they’d both be here to entertain her. He couldn’t help but notice how much more beautiful she’d turned out to be, as if she couldn’t get any prettier. Hopefully, the two of them would have time to have a moment alone, away from Stefan. When Katherine told them she needed someone to escort her to the Founder’s Ball, Damon immediately tipped his hat off to her, bowing before her. “With pleasure,” He said, his other hand bending behind his back. He noticed how his brother accepted her offer as well, and he looked up at Katherine to see she was turned around. He rose back up, putting his hat back on as she turned back to face him. 

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Katherine laughed as she glanced back, picking up her long dress as she ran for the statue. The hedge maze had provided great fun each time they had played the game. Her giggle milled in with a scream as Stefan grew closer but she had been too quick for him. She dropped her dress once she reached the end of the maze, hands out stretching for the statue that laid before her. “Hah!” she shouted as she held onto the figure. “I win; what’s my prize?” she asked as she slowly released the statue, walking forward to Stefan with a flirtatious smile. Her heard turned as she heard a different voice respond, one much different than Stefan’s.

Her eyes fell upon Damon, seeing him smiling at the duo with something in his hand. To say that she had been surprised would have been an understatement. She hadn’t seen Damon Salvatore in years. In the life of a vampire, it wouldn’t have appeared so drastic. What was a year to an immortal? Katherine hadn’t thought that way however. She had missed Damon dearly. There was always apart of her that had fallen for Damon instead of his brother. She had tried her best to conceal it since he had left but she could feel the old feelings emerge once more.

She watched as the two brothers embrace, speaking of his return. She found herself smiling as she began to step forward. “Well this works out wonderfully for me,” she announced, her smile brightening with each word.

Damon loved the reaction he got from his brother and the love of his life when they looked at him. As much as he hated it, Damon couldn’t express how much he’d missed Katherine in the time he was away; he’d have to wait until later. Stefan asked him if they’d extended his leave, and Damon’s smirk only widened. “I was simply having too much fun to return to battle,” He said, referring to the partying and drinking he’d been doing while they weren’t on the battlefield. There were plenty of drinks and plenty of women to go around, so Damon was pretty occupied.

He got up to hug his brother, and he smiled wider when Stefan joked about how his commitment to the Confederacy was inspiring. They embraced in a hug, and Damon had to admit - it was nice to hug his brother. Very nice. He looked at Katherine over his brother’s shoulder, and soon the two boys parted. Katherine told them that this worked out wonderfully for her, and Damon’s smile relaxed a bit. “How’s that, Miss. Katherine?” He asked, keeping an arm around his brother’s shoulders. 

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Katherine rested back against the bed, watching him contently as he dressed. A sly smile played upon her face as she looked upon the body that she had tainted. He caressed his cheek once last time when she leaned forward for a kiss, sitting up in bed slightly to return the kiss. She could feel the sheets slid off her body but she couldn’t find herself caring. If she had her way, she would have never let Damon leave. Even so, she knew that wasn’t an option. Damon needed to go. “Survive,” she commanded before nodding. “Don’t be long,” she added as she rested back against the pillow pulling the blanket over her. She closed her eyes for a moment, allowing herself a chance to breathe and reflect. She hoped the war wouldn’t last long. She missed Damon’s touch. 

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(okay so, i think we should start from this point [[skip to 0:46 in this video]] unless you’d like to take another route.. but if we start here, we can just do this scene and do another scene later that day when datherine have alone time eheheheh)

War had been an experience to remember. Men had died, men had lived. Damon had witnessed a lot as a soldier. He’d seen and learned a lot. Damon was gone for only two years; he’d returned sooner than other men, mainly because he’d found a way to sneak away from the battlefield and with a few strings pulled, he’d made his way back home. Damon was excited to return to his family, but more importantly, he was excited to see Katherine again.

After arriving back home, Damon decided to take a tour of the garden he’d grown up with, in front of the Salvatore home. He’d missed it. He hadn’t seen his brother or his father yet, and there was no sign of Katherine, but while he was sitting and just admiring the view, Damon heard a familiar laugh; Katherine’s. He heard shuffling of feet, and he quickly caught on to the fact that his brother was chasing Katherine in a game of tag. He watched as the beautiful brunette reached the statue that stood in their garden, and she flirtatiously asked Stefan what her prize was for winning. Before Stefan could answer, Damon intervened. “What would you like it to be?” He asked aloud, smirking as they looked in his direction.

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Katherine knew she could have simply compelled Damon to stay but she also knew she had no need. Damon would stay willingly because he was Damon. He loved much differently than Stefan, something that she had noticed instantly. He loved completely, including each miserable and blissful aspect of the act. Stefan, on the other hand, loved righteously. He knew the lines and how to behave. She needed someone like Damon. She wanted to bathe in the ocean of pure love Damon held out for her instead of dip her puddle in the compelled love Stefan offered. She knew she was being unfair. Stefan did love her but she couldn’t concentrate on that—not when Damon was near and leaving so soon. She pressed her lips against his chest. “You shall go on,” she began, turning her gaze to meet his. “By focusing on the war. I want you back in one piece when you return,” she informed, reaching up and running her hand across his well defined features. “This will not be the last we see of one another and this will not be the last kiss we share,” she added as she leaned forward once more, lips parting within another kiss. 

Damon looked down at Katherine, watching her kiss his chest as she spoke. He pursed his lips together slightly, listening to every word that passed from her lips. She told him to go on, and that she wanted him back in one piece when he came home. He smiled, licking his lips quickly as she told him that they would see each other again and they’d share more kisses; this wouldn’t be the last one. He returned the kiss when her lips met his, and after a few moments, even if it was difficult to resist, he pulled away and he lifted himself off of the bed. He stood by it, beginning to pull his uniform back on. He couldn’t look flustered, or flattered by any means, when he went down for the carriage. He watched himself in the mirror as he redressed, and after he was finished, he looked back over at Katherine, who looked absolutely astounding as she layed there, wrapped up in her own bed sheets. He walked over to her, leaning down as he kissed her one last time. “I’ll be back,” He assured her, smiling down at her. And after exiting the bedroom, he was off. 

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