It was a beautiful night, as Katherine walked into the boarding house.
She entered the living room and grabbed herself a shot glass of bourbon, before sipping it, waiting for Damon to come home. She had just had the worst night she could have possibly had. She needed Damon.
A few minutes later, Damon walked in.
"What happened to you?" he asked, looking at her.
She set the now empty shot glass down and looked at him.
"I had a fight with Rebekah, and she shoved the cure down my throat. I'm human."
He bit his wrist and held it out to her.
"Here."
"No, Damon," she replied. "No one's taken the cure before. There's a chance I might not wake up. That's not a risk I'm willing to take. Are you?"
He put his hand down.
"You've got a point. I don't want to take that risk any more than you do."
They smiled at one another.
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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.
