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by the bellied groan that came from parted lips, you would truly never guess that this woman had once captivated his entire being. damon could never fully have katherine to himself when he desired her, and now that he wanted absolutely nothing to do with her, she just wouldnât stop popping up. a sick game she played. âi donât HAVE a heart, KP. you destroyed it years ago.â he wasnât about to sit and chat with her about his troubles. anything you said to katherine could and would be used against you or as leverage. as the bartender slammed the bottle of â you guessed it â bourbon down onto the counter, the salvatore poured a healthy amount out into his glass. âcare to find out what it takes to be a âvipâ?â reaching over the bar top, he plucked another glass from the service station and extended it toward the elder vampire. even in his current state, damon was suspicious as to why katherine was back in town. she always had some hidden agenda â and sure as shit, he would figure it out.Â
katherineâs smirk grew slightly at damonâs mention of her destroying his heart. maybe it was the sadist in her, but sheâd always feel a rush of power at that thought. hey, she hadnât always been this way. and she had cared about damon, once. just not quite the way heâd wanted her to.
âiâd love to,â she replied, taking the offered glass and helping herself to the bottle. she poured some for herself, then placed the bottle back on the bar next to damon. she could tell by the slight flash of his eyes that he wanted to know what she was up toâhe was oh so predictable that way. sheâd enjoy holding it over his head, though. âbottoms up.â

















