Told Ya So
Title: Told Ya So
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (television show, not books)
Characters: Katherine Pierce, Damon Salvatore
Pairings: Undertones of Katherine/Stefan, if one-sided
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Potentially all aired episodes
Summary: Katherine’s warning to Damon for him not to play the hero proves to be warranted.
Disclaimer: Alas, I own them not.
A/N: SPOILERS in reading this author’s note farther, just so ya know. In Memory Lane, Katherine tells Damon not to play the hero because he’ll get himself killed. He replies, “At least this time it’ll be worth it.” She warns him to no end of her own. So, she doesn’t love him, but she doesn’t want him dead. I was intrigued by that. So I wrote this. (Up until right now I had assumed she’d warned Damon for Damon, but I suppose it could have been for Stefan, which opens another can of worms because she is willing to kill Elena which would hurt Stefan, but maybe not as much as losing Damon? Oooo. But. I kinda like the thought that it was just for Damon. She sought him out after all, and I’d like for him to mean something to her.) Anyway, I’ve babbled. My bad.
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Damon lies in the pints of blood his veins had held and Katherine shakes her head. She’d warned him that this was where he’d end up if he insisted on being Gatsby to Elena’s Daisy. (She’d seen Stefan reading that in the thirties, so she picked it up. And hated it.)
She may have never loved Damon, but she hadn’t wanted to see him dead. Not that she wouldn’t have killed him herself if it had suited her purposes.
She crouches beside him, forearms on her knees, clicking her tongue against her teeth. Such a waste of a man.
She’d planned to set him up with Elena (match-making, not usually her style, but a handy way to tie things up). It would have been twistedly perfect (all the more so for the fact); both brothers paired with one of her and her with the brother she wanted. Damon, of course, would have gotten a bum deal, but he’d have never noticed that Elena was driving him crazy from sheer dullness just as he had never noticed the difference between her lust and her love.
So much for that plan though. She slicks his blood-sopped hair back from his forehead and bites her lip over his vibrantly blue but lifeless eyes.
She licks her fingers and wipes them on her jeans before bending over to lick the blood (a piece of Her Blood in her bloodstream) from his face.
She stands and walks toward Stefan.
“I hope it really was worth it,” she mocks her dead progeny over her shoulder. (It’s the best eulogy he gets.)