Damon is sitting at the bar, everyone observing the werewolf bite on his inner forearm.
"So that's what a werewolf bite looks like," Katherine pointed out.
"Yep."
"It's not that bad," Katherine tried to lie.
"No, it's really ugly," Aeliana said bluntly.
"Thanks, always a pleasure," Damon muttered, standing up and rolling up his sleeve.
She shrugged bleed, sitting back down on the couch. She kept waiting for the rush of memories to come back to her. Hopefully, any minute now.
"So that's it? You're just going to die?" Katherine asked incredulously.
"Well, that depends. You know anything about a cure?"
Katherine shook her head no.
"Me, either," he grabbed his jacket and shrugged it on.
"145 years and no last goodbye?"
"You don't get a goodbye," Damon told her bitterly, turning away from her.
Katherine sped in front of him, placing a hand on his chest, "No. Don't leave mad."
"Us ending up on good terms isn't exactly on my bucket list, Katherine," he tried to leave again.
"Klaus made me call Jenna to lure her out. There was nothing that I could do. I didn't have a choice," she tried to defend.
"That's why I gave you the vervain. So you had a choice," Damon spat out.
"It was her or me. I chose her," she shrugged.
"I helped you. You owed me. Now when Klaus dies, you're going to walk out of here without a scratch and Elena's aunt dies. Somehow you're the only one that wins. How'd that happen?"
"I didn't let love get in the way," Katherine spat out.
"Enjoy an eternity alone, Katherine."
"What are you going to do?" Aeliana finally joined in on the conversation.
"I'm going to offer myself as a replacement to Klaus."
"He won't take you. He saw your bite, he said that your blood is impure. I'm sorry, Damon, Jenna's dead, there's nothing you can do about it," Aeliana told him softly before he left the two girls alone.
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"It's been two days, Aeliana," Katherine groaned, face planting into the couch.
Aeliana spent most of her days pacing back and forth, biting her nails, or sleeping. She should've fought harder with Elijah. She should've came with him.
"I know," she responded, stopping her pacing. "I just want my damn memories back!" She yelled out, throwing a glass at the wall.
Katherine sat up, "I can't imagine what you're going through right now," she tried to sooth, patting the spot next to her.
