Katherine Pierce, with the enduring beauty of a bygone era, stirred restlessly awake. The air was heavy, thick with the musk of damp earth and the silent whispers of those long departed. Her raven hair lay splayed around her like a dark halo against the stone floor, the shimmering glint of the moonstone catching her eye amidst the shadowed enclosure.
Fingers ice-cold brushed across the smooth surface of the moonstone. Katherine ran toward the open area, desperate for freedom, only to be halted by an unseen force; an invisible barrier sealing her fate within these hallowed confines.
The ominous click of footsteps announced an arrival, chilling in their measured pace. A man stood framed in the doorway – Damon Salvatore, his attire that of casual indifference but eyes betraying a mind at war with emotion: a dilute compassion warring against vindictive resolve. His smirk held a century of turmoil, etched permanently onto his strikingly handsome face.
"Hello Katherine," he greeted with a voice that wrapped around her name like velvet tainted with bitterness.
Katherine's gaze met his – eyes that had seen empires rise and fall – and demanded an explanation. "Where am I?" Her voice was smooth yet edged with steel; it did not betray the panic blooming in her chest.
"Where you should have been all along," Damon replied coldly. He leaned casually against the stone frame, enjoying his moment of triumph over her. "I thought you'd have learned your lesson by now, messing with a Bennett witch."
She returned his gaze unwaveringly despite feeling fear claw at her composure like voracious beasts upon frail flesh. "You should have killed me," she spat out, defiance laced through each syllable.
"Death would have been too kind," he sneered as he moved toward the large stone slab that acted as both door and barrier – prepared to seal her fate.
It would have closed then, leaving no more than a whisper between them had Katherine's plea not echoed against the silence so potently. "No, Damon, don't. Damon... you need me; Elena's in danger."
He halted midway through pushing the heavy stone, his back towards her – motionless as if turned to marble. At length, he uttered coldly without facing her, "From who?" The question loomed between them like a specter.
Her lips sealed as if her secrets were coins weighting them down to silence.
"That's what I thought," he said dismissively and resumed his task, muscles tensing beneath fabric as he pushed against stone.
But then Katherine mustered up one final plea pregnant with urgent desperation, "She is in danger. From both of them. They will be coming for her."
The words hung ominously in the chilled air, an invisible weight on Damon's shoulders. "Both? Who?" a dark curiosity flashed across his face.
She stayed silent, lips pressed into a thin line, eyes communicating a plea that her words could not.Damon dismissed her silence with a shake of his head, dark hair glinting under moonlight, and turned back to his task—each movement deliberate as he resumed sliding the stone.
"Mark my words, Damon," she continued with fervor born from unseen fears, "they both are coming and you cannot protect Elena." But Damon's heart had turned into stone like the slab he pushed; he wasn't about to let superstitions divert him from doing what was necessary.
Behind him, beyond sight but not sense, Katherine's presence lingered unseen but felt—a shadow draped in power. As Damon slammed the stone into place with a resounding finality that echoed through and disturbed resting spirits, Katherine allowed herself to be devoured by darkness.
A slow curling smile crept across Katherine's lips as she savoured a truth only she knew—her smile a dawn of malice on her porcelain skin. She tutted mockingly, shaking her head before she let out a dark chuckle.
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