Fall

Chapter 85: The House Guest

When I wake up, I'm in Damon's bed as he gets ready, buttoning up his shirt. "Ah, the Little Mermaid is finally awake." He says it teasingly, looking at me through the mirror. I turn to my side and eye the daggers that are waiting there for me, cleaned of blood. "Really did a number on me with those last night." He keeps buttoning up his shirt, going to do the cuff buttons on his sleeves. I wonder, if I threw the dagger now, would it make it in time to stick in the back of his head before he sped away?

At my lack of responses, he turns around with a roll of his eyes. "You know, common curtesy dictates that you're supposed to apologize to me." He steps close to me with that flirty look, that flirty walk, as if everything's ok now. Like we're back to normal.

"And what does it say about betrayal?" I slide off of the bed, my clothes from last night rumpled and my hair a mess.

He spreads his arms wide, frowning at me in disbelief. "Come on, you knew the guy all of, what, three months? Four? And suddenly you're desperately in love with him? If I didn't know better, I'd think you'd been compelled." Oh and his hypocrisy is so visceral.

"Oh what, like Andie?" I point out to him and a dark look comes across his face. "And for the record, how long was it before you fell in love with Katherine? With Elena? What, all of a month? Two, tops? What is it they say about glass houses, Damon?" Crossing my arms in front of my chest, we glare at each other. It's easier, this anger. Easier than the deep and unabiding sorrow that awaits me when I finally get a moment to myself today.

I pick up the daggers and pull my hair into a ponytail, using the clips to hold it in place as I walk out of the room. "For the record, my house is solid!" Damon calls after me and I huff.

"Oooh, solid burn Damon." I call behind me, over my shoulder, not realizing as I walk smack dab into Elena. "Oh, look. It's Benedict Arnold." I glare at her, that itchy feeling under my skin as Damon comes up behind me. She tilts her head like she's confused, only slightly. "Well this day just keeps getting better and better. Of course you fucking let Katherine out!" I throw my hand at my sister's lookalike's way, staring at Damon in disbelief.

His eyes widen before he speeds over to Katherine, hands on her throat, lifting her up. "What are you doing here? I told you to leave." Katherine gasps like Elena would, eyes wide like Elena's, at Damon's clear anger.

"What is your problem?" She struggles to get out and I just look down at my nails, wondering when I get to kill her in this scenario. The daggers are already in my hair, all I have to do is take her head off.

Damon raises her higher on the wall. "You're wearing her clothes? Like that's gonna work." Her mouth opens in a silent scream before it closes, confusion playing on her deceptively innocent face.

"You think I'm Katherine? Why would you think that? Katherine's in the tomb. Isn't she?" Damon looks conflicted and slowly lets go of her and I almost laugh. God, she plays these men who propose to love my sister so fucking well. You think they'd be able to tell the difference by now.

Stefan comes rushing in, confused too. "What the hell's going on here?"

Damon fully lets go of Katherine now as she looks between the two Salvatores. "I don't know, you tell me. Is Katherine in the tomb or not?" The two Salvatores look up to the ceiling, to the above level, where the real Elena no doubt is. Damon and Stefan rush over there, Katherine looking at me with those fucking fake doe eyes.

"Go on." I nod to her, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "You've still got them fooled, have your fun." Making no move to tell them that this is definitively Katherine, that they're making a mistake.

Her demeanor shifts entirely. "You're not going to try and kill me again?" There's the Katherine I know and fucking despise.

"Not yet, I've got bigger fish to fry. Go on, go distract them and play with them." I indicate over my shoulder with my head and she cautiously moves up the stairs, looking at me in disbelief. As soon as she gets to the first step I book it, knowing where the Salvatores would've hidden Elijah.