Summary: Set in S5E1, but revised to be a Datherine one-shot, sort of.
I let it fall
My heart
And as it fell
You rose to claim it
It was dark and I was over
Until you kissed my lips and you saved me
My hands
They’re strong
But my knees were far too weak
To stand in your arms
Without falling to your feet
But there’s a side of you
That I never knew
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All the things you’d say
They were never true
Never true
And the games you play
You would always win
Always win
It was a dark, rainy night in Mystic Falls, as Damon Salvatore searched through the streets, needing to find Katherine. She had ran as usual, the moment he had told her to come back to the boarding house. If anything happened to her because of him, he didn’t know if he would or could forgive himself. She had sired him 145 years ago and half an hour ago, he had been ready to hand her over to Silas on a silver platter, just because Silas had said that he knew where Stefan was. She was human now, but though they were a lot of times that they would be at each other’s throats, beneath everything, he and Katherine still had a connection. It was so strong that he always knew when she had something up her sleeve, when she was lying, and when something was wrong. He hated to admit it, but they were alike in so many ways that he hated it.
An hour and a half of walking, hoping to find her in one piece, he stopped, recognizing his black car. It had crashed with such force into a streetlight pole that all the windows had shattered, part of the streetlight pole bent so that it was on top of the roof. Right now though, he didn’t care that his car was most likely totaled. What he cared about at the moment was that his now human sire was in the crinkled and dented car.
“Katherine!”
He was instantly at the driver’s side door and immediately smelled the familiar scent of human blood. With inhuman strength, he forced the door open and looked at her, as he assessed her condition.
She sat in the driver’s seat, eyes closed, head to the right, pale, blood on either side of her head, a shard of glass in her left thigh, blood from that wound covering her left hand and arm that was loosely on the seat at her left, and another shard of glass protruding from her right side. He didn’t need to assess her any further to know that she had lost a lot of blood.
He rested a gentle hand on the right side of her face, as he went closer to her, trying to use vamp hearing and eyesight to see if she was still breathing and still had a pulse or not, despite the rain.
After a few moments of nothing, he pulled the shards of glass out of her wounds and tossed them to the floorboard. He then slid an arm gently under her, crook of arm supporting her head, his other arm under her legs, and vamp-sped home, hoping he wasn’t too late to revive her and take care of her wounds. He was no doctor, but he still knew some things. Back in the war, everyone had to know at least some first-aid. For once, he was glad for that.
Once in his room, he gently layed her down on his bed, before getting the first-aid kit from the bathroom. He then sat on her bedside and began taking care of her wounds. And as he did, memories surfaced without him willing them to.
*1864*
But I set fire to the rain
Watch it pour as I touched your face
Well, it burned while I cried
‘Cause I heard it screaming out your name
Your name!
When I lay with you
I could stay there
Close my eyes
Feel you here forever
You and me together
Nothing gets better
‘Cause there’s a side of you that I never knew
Never knew
All the things you’d say
They were never true
Never true
And the games you’d play
You would always win
Always win
But I set fire to the rain
Watched it pour as I touched your face
Well, it burned while I cried
‘Cause I heard it screaming out your name
Your name!
I set fire to the rain
And I threw us into the flames
When it fell
Something died
‘Cause I knew that that was the last time
The last time!
It was a beautiful day, as Katherine looked at them both, having asked them who would escort her to the Founder’s Ball, in which Stefan and Damon both said they would.
She smiled when they both said they would, and then walked around them in circles, as they stood beside each other.
“Both Salvatore brothers, come to my rescue. How shall I choose?” she said, as if pondering out loud to herself.
That night at the Founder’s Ball, Stefan had ended up dancing with her, while Damon had had to stand on the sidelines and watch.
*1864-Passion*
It was a dark night, just like any normal night for human Damon, as he and Katherine made out. He knew by now what she was and, unlike any other human, he wasn’t afraid of her. Even when they stopped and, with her on top of him in bed, vamped out, he still wasn’t afraid.
He touched her face where veins shown, having seeing her vampire face for the first time.
He dropped his hand and they gave each other a smile, before she bit into the side of his neck, taking just enough to quench the hunger. This became an every night thing. And she’d always heal him afterward with her blood.
*1864-Confession*
After Stefan had confessed his love for her and she had closed her door, she was met with Damon. He had kissed her as soon as she had closed her door. She had forgotten what they had discussed earlier, so she was surprised he was there and had pulled away.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, sounding somewhere between upset and irritated.
“I told you I would come,” he answered her.
Only then did she remember him telling her that he would be here tonight.
“I wish to be alone,” she told him.
“Don’t let my brother’s confession get to you,” he said.
*1864- Shop*
It was a beautiful day in the shop that Pearl, Katherine’s vampiress friend, worked at, as Pearl and her daughter Anna, spoke with Katherine and Damon. Pearl advised that they needed to leave, because there had been quite a bit of vervain bought, but Katherine insisted that she had a plan.
“No one will find out about us,” Katherine assured Pearl.
“Unless a human tells them,” Pearl replied, eyeing Damon.
“I’d sooner die,” he said, knowing what Pearl was inquiring.
Katherine turned to him with a smile.
“And soon you will.”
A moment later, they kissed.
*1864- South Side War*
It was a beautiful day, as Damon stood in the hall, watching her get ready for the day, in front of the mirror.
“Spying on a lady is a sign of very poor manners, Mr. Salvatore,” she said, seeing him from her mirror.
“My apologies, Miss Pierce," he replied.
“Why don’t you come in and help me with my corset,” she said.
He went to stand behind her to help her.
“Promise me that you will return quickly,” she said, knowing he was going back to help fight in the war on the south side today.
“I promise.”
They smiled, before kissing.
*Woods*
It was a dark night, as she ran at a human pace, him chasing after her.
She slowed down and he caught her.
They ended up with her up against a tree, him in front of her.
“Why must you run from me?” he questioned her, after they kissed.
“Because I know you will chase.”
He smiled.
“Then let me chase you forever.”
She used a fingernail to make a cut by her collarbone.
“You have to choose. If you want it, take it.”
“I choose you, Katherine.”
He bent to drink from the wound she had created.
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Later that night, she also taught him how to kill. Then she offered him to taste human blood. Little did he know, she had already known that she wouldn’t be around when he turned.
*1864-Vampire Raid*
After Damon witnessed the Founders take Katherine, not knowing her plan to escape, he and Stefan worked together to try and rescue her, only for their father to shoot them dead for disgracing the family.
In the end, they turned after she faked her death.
*90’s*
For a hundred and forty-five years, he spent it missing and grieving her, only to find out about the tomb. But little did he know, she was never in it. She was let go by the werewolf guard, George Lockwood, in 1864.
*Present*
Sometimes I wake up by the door
That heart you caught must be waiting for you
Even now when we’re already over
I can’t help myself from looking for you
I set fire to the rain
Watched it pour as I touched your face
Well, it burned while I cried
‘Cause I heard it screaming out your name
Your name!
I set fire to the rain
And I threw us into the flames
When it fell
Something died
‘Cause I knew that that was the last time
The last time!
Ohhhh!
Oh noooo
Let it burn, oh
Let it burn
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After her wounds had been tended to, he put the first-aid kit away.
Upon returning, he bent down and kissed her, giving her some air, and then began to give her heart compressions, hoping he wasn’t too late, realizing that some of her warmth had faded.
“Come on, Katherine. Breathe. I need you to breathe. Come back to me, Kat. Breathe and open your eyes for me,” he said, as he did so.
Please, Kat. I know I screwed up. I can fix it. You just need to help me out a little. I need you alive and breathing. He kissed her again. Now is not the time to be stubborn or give up. He kissed her again, but began to think that he might’ve lost her for good.
“I lost you once. I’m not losing you again. Please, Kat. Just breathe for me.”
A moment later, he stopped, hearing a heartbeat and breathing.
He sighed, relieved.
He sat on her bedside.
A moment later, she coughed, gasping for air, revived, and then opened her eyes to see where she was and who was with her.
“Hey.” He gave a smile. “Welcome back.”
She gave a smile.
“Thanks."
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