Look At Me: A Kelena Fanfiction

Chapter 2

Katherine's POV
I love New York City. Everyone here is always busy, everything is always moving. No one notices anyone.

And everyone is always on the run here too. Everyone has different things they're running from. Maybe that's why I fit in so well here. I'm running too.

But New York has a certain loneliness to it as well. The fact that the only thing people care about is themselves here makes the whole place really dark and miserable.

But then again, there's just another reason why I fit in so well.

Sometimes I have to remind myself of these reasons why I belong here, when I find myself wishing I was in Mystic Falls, wishing I was with her.

She's too good for me, always has been and always will be, and there's no way for me to change that. I can't go running back to her, uncompel her and just pretend like we are perfect fairytale lovers.

Because we aren't.

So I'll stay here, in New York, always feeling lonely and empty.

I'll fuck the wrong people and regret it in the morning, and get drunk and act like I haven't fallen apart.

I'll forget that I used to be on top of the world, that I used to be in love, that I used to have everything I wanted.

I'll forget all of that and tear my life to shreds.

Just so I won't do the same thing to her.

There's a bar close to the apartment I live in now. It's trashy and slutty and absolutely perfect for me.

The guy who owns the place, Willy, knows me well. First time I came into the bar, he tried to go full on vampire on me. Obviously, that didn't work well, and now, we're basically best friends. He supplies me with blood bags, I give him money for tequila shots.

I came into the bar one night and sat at the counter, waiting for Willy to turn around.

When he did, he smiled widely.

"Katherine! Haven't seen you in a while!" he said.

I shrugged.

"Haven't been around."

He nodded knowingly.

"Which guy was it this time?"

Again, I shrugged.

"Never knew his name."

"Did you compel him?"

I laughed bitterly.

"Who the hell do you think I am, Willy? He was dead by the time I was done with him."

Willy rolled his eyes.

"That's my Katherine. What'll it be tonight?"

I sighed deeply, surveying the large amount of drinks behind the counter.

"Surprise me." I said, shifting in my chair.

Wildly chuckled and started making my drink, talking to me as he did.

"So. Who'll you be taking home tonight?"

"No one." I replied.

"I'm getting bored with all the constant sex. Need a little time to myself."

He looked at me.

"You sure about that? 'Cuz that guy over there's been starin' at you since you walked in."

I spun around to see the man Willy had pointed out, and did see a guy standing in the shadows.

And he did seem to be staring directly at me.

I smirked slightly, turning back to Willy.

"Keep my drink on the side, Willy. I think I'll take this one out for a spin after all."

I jumped off the stool I had been sitting on and made my way over to the man, who was leaning against the wall.

I weaved in and out between people, a couple making out, an old man smoking.

The man seemed out of place in the crowded joint, just leaning against the wall calmly. He was perfect bait. No one would miss him if he left.

I leaned against the wall in the same position as him when I reached him. I still couldn't see his face because of the strange lighting in this particular area, but that didn't irk me.

"This bar doesn't seem like a place where someone like you would spend your night." I said, twirling a piece of hair in my fingers.

"Is that your new pick up line, Katherine? I know you can do so much better."

That voice was familiar. This was not happening.

"Damon Salvatore." I said between gritted teeth.

"Here to kill me?"

"I wish." he said, turning in my direction. I could finally see his face now.

"I'm just here to talk to you."

With that, he took my arm and dragged me out the back entrance, into a a dark alleyway.

Graffiti stained the walls and a light flickered on and off above our heads. There was a distant police siren a few streets away.

"How did you find me?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

He grinned.

"I just asked around, you know. Has anyone seen a murderous psychopath, about 5'7, long brown hair?"

"And to think you used to be infatuated with me." I pouted, turning to leave.

"Wait." he said.

"Let's just get this over with. I don't want to see you, just as much as you don't want to see me. I have to talk to you."

"And what gives you the messed up idea that I want to talk with you?" I said, turning again to face him.

It was a valid question. He had tried to kill me, after all.

"It's about Elena."

My heart almost stopped at her name. But I played it off quickly, shaking my head and letting out a slight laugh.

"I would talk to you about my doppelgänger, if I wanted to be bored to sleep."

"I know you don't give a crap about Elena, but I know you do like the opportunity to hurt her. That's why Stefan and I decided to come talk to you."

I swallowed. My entire mouth had gone dry.

"Hurt her? Well, this is promising." I said, keeping up with my 'I hate Elena' act.

"We need your crazy bitch self to make Elena turn her humanity back on." Damon continued. He looked absolutely desperate, and I was hopelessly confused.

"Humanity? That means she's-"

"A vampire, yeah. Glad to see you're catching on, Katherine." Damon said sarcastically.

My head was spinning and I felt like I had just had the wind knocked out me. My sweet Elena, a vampire?

"Please, we need your help." Damon said, looking straight into my eyes.

I regained my senses and took a deep breath.

"I'll do it. I'll help you."

But then I walked closer to Damon, so we were almost touching.

"But as soon as I'm done with her, I get the hell out of Mystic Falls, no questions asked. Okay?"

He nodded.

And as I took his arm and we began super speeding towards the place I hadn't wanted to go back to, I remembered something. If Elena was a vampire, it meant all of her compulsion had faded away, that she remembered everything everyone had compelled her to forget.

Which meant she remembered us.