It was a beautiful day, as Damon sat on the couch reading John Gilbert's diary. They were trying to find out if John knew where Emily was buried, so they could find out how to permanently kill Klaus.
Katherine leaned over the back of the couch, trying to read over his shoulder.
"What does it say? Anything about where Emily's buried?" she asked.
"Why are you still here?" he asked, putting the journal down and looking up at her, annoyed.
"Maybe because you haven't forcefully removed me."
She sat down next to him, as he continued looking through the journal.
"I'm starving," she said, a few minutes later.
He looked at her.
"You're the house guest. Go feed yourself."
She silently went down the basement to grab a bag of blood from the cooler.
When she had arrived by the cooler and had snagged a bag, she sensed something, so she set the bag back down and slowly followed her senses to the cell room they had a daggered Elijah in.
She opened the door and walked in, only to find the dagger slowly coming out because of some unseen force. The force must've seen her, because there was a stake thrown in her direction. She wasn't fast enough to avoid it, so she got staked in her chest.
"Damon!" she yelled, knowing she needed help.
She leaned against the rock wall, as everything went blurry, dim, and then gray.
Damon rushed in to see the scene.
"Katherine!"
He left and then, a moment later, came back into the room with a fire machine. He then pointed it where something was making the dagger slowly come out.
A moment later, it stopped, the dagger still deeply in Elijah's chest.
Damon set the machine down and then was instantly at his sire's side.
He pulled the stake out and then gently pulled her into his arms and carried her out of there.
As he passed the cooler, he grabbed her a bag of blood.
A few minutes later, he had her lying on her back on his bed.
He sat down on her bedside and looked down at her, waiting for her to come to, blood bag on the end table.
When she woke up, he gave her the blood bag, in which she drank.
Later that night, he was sitting up in bed in his own room, when she walked in.
"You know, there's one thing I just can't figure out. John said he was the only one who knew that Emily was a witch." He looked at her, as she sat next to him. "I know you didn't turn her in."
She looked at him.
"She was a loose end. I like mine tied," she replied, before adding, "You were very rough today," as she inched towards him. "I like this Damon."
They were inches from kissing.
Damon put the book down.
A moment later, they were kissing.
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Defining Moments
FanfictionFor those who are datherine fans, here is a look at what could have been if Katherine hadn't told him that she never loved him.
