Love and Death

Chapter 1: Kill of the Night

AN: Hi all :) This is just a little idea of mine that has been floating around in my head for a couple of years now. This fic will be based off of a hidden-object game calledLove and Death: Bitten. It's a really awesome game and I suggest you guys try it out. I had to shift the characters around since the antagonist in this story will be Katherine and I'm not quite sure how to fit Elena into it. I really hope you guys enjoy it. If this story gets enough love, I'll continue it. The main pairing will be Damon/Cassandra since I felt the need to write this story for them because I love them so :)

Beta: PrincessOfSilence

Disclaimer: I own nothing of TVD series or the gameLove and Death: Bitten. I only own my own characters.

"Damon," a sweet voice cooed. "You have been awfully quiet this evening."

"I just have a lot on my mind, Katherine," the raven haired vampire replied. Katherine sauntered over to him, the hem of her long robe brushing against the cold floor. She stood behind Damon and placed her hands on his strong shoulders, kneading them of any tension and she heard him exhale deeply.

"My little tortured vampire." She mused as one of her hands snuck down underneath the first three undone buttons of his shirt to run her fingers over the hard skin of his chest. Damon's muscles rippled under Katherine's ghosting touch and he allowed himself to relax slightly. He leaned back, his head resting in her plush breasts which were still confined by a jet black corset. Katherine bent forward so her lips were at the shell of his ear and her tongue darted past her pink lips to lap against the cool skin. "What is going through that head of yours?" She asked him, her minty breath tickling him.

"I miss the sun," he answered softly and his heart ached at the idea of being locked away from the light of day. Damon tried to see the sun again but his skin sizzled and burned painfully. Katherine sighed, taking a seat next to him, and cupped his cheek.

"I know, my love, but you should be used to the night by now. We have been together for a long time." She consoled him, her thumb brushing over his strong jaw. "Is my love for you not enough to outlast the sun?"

"When will your witches make a ring for me?" Damon asked, ignoring her question. He lifted his hand to run his fingers over the chain of her necklace. His bright blue eyes were tinged with sadness that Katherine had a magic necklace to protect her from the harshness of the sun. He pleaded with Katherine to have a ring made for him but she never seemed to listen to his pleas.

"Damon, my one love," Katherine cooed. "You want to leave me?" She asked incredulously and Damon shook his head furiously.

"No, I would never!" He proclaimed.

"I fear that your obsession with the sun is clouding your judgment." Katherine worried as she got up from her spot and paced the room.

"Katherine, I–"

"I have given you everything, Damon!" She snapped loudly. "And here you are, throwing it all back at me! How dare you bite the hand that has fed you? I have taken you in and taught you how to hunt and feed from your prey." The vampire snarled, her fangs peeking from between her lips. "Should I have left you alone, then? To be tortured by the world because of what you are because I can arrange that!" She ranted, picking up Damon's glass of blood and hurling it at the wall. The crimson red liquid splattered against the cold stone walls and the glass shattered violently. The blue eyed vampire stood, taking her shaking hands in his.

"I am sorry, my love! I should be thanking you for what you have given me and I am thankful." Damon squeezed her hands gently. "I have just felt uneasy lately that you have to leave again." He mumbled and Katherine's hard eyes softened significantly.

"You knew I have had to go for a while now," she said and he nodded sadly. "It pains me to leave you, my love, but I will return soon."

"I will miss you so much," Damon whispered. "I love you, Katherine."

"Show me. Show me how much you love me." She begged, her voice coming out in husky whispers. Damon crushed his lips to hers and Katherine moaned loudly, her arms tangling around his neck. Her fingers combed through his dark hair as she pulled roughly at his locks. Damon ripped her robe from her shoulders before working on her tightly laced corset. His lips latched onto her neck and sucked ruthlessly, his fangs emerging from his gums and scratching the skin. Katherine smirked evilly, her hand rubbing over his weeping cock that was straining in his trousers. Damon moaned, his breath coming out in heavy pants as his vampire lover teased him.

"Katherine…" He groaned.

"Take me, my strong vampire." She pleaded and that's all the encouragement Damon needed before burying his hands in her chocolate curls and striking the pale skin of her neck with his sharp fangs.

Katherine lay in bed, her appetites full and satisfied as she watched Damon's chest rise and fall in his deep sleep. She caressed his cheek and let her lips pucker against his. The male vampire shifted in his sleep, as if to try and wake himself to kiss his lover but he was much too spent from the activities they'd engaged in. The sheets were bathed in crimson from the two exchanging blood in between touching and teasing each other's bodies. Katherine pulled the covers off her and let her feet touch the ground beneath her as she rose from the bloodstained bed. She slipped a robe over her shoulders, pulling it around her lithe body and tying the sash. Her bed chamber was dark since there were no windows to let the sunlight spill into the room.

The vampire stalked to the double doors of her balcony. Her hands pressed against the dark wood and she pushed just slightly so there was enough room to let herself outside. The dawn was breaking just over the horizon and the vampire relished in feeling the sun warming her pale skin. She fingered her necklace, the lapis lazuli stone was smooth under her touch, and she thought back to Damon. Her Damon. She had turned because she needed a companion. He was a prince who was to inherit his father's throne but that was all before she came into the kingdom. At night she'd pick off villagers one by one. Each victim was drained of blood and the townspeople grew concerned. They came to the king for aid, but he assured them that there was nothing to fear. Katherine then singlehandedly slaughtered the entire royal family and the village people. Her thirst was unquenchable, unable to be satisfied as she drained each human she came across.

Katherine remembered looking through the queen's jewelry when she heard a man groaning in a pool of his own blood. The vampire drew closer to see the young prince fighting for his life. She turned him then and there and she now had her eternal companion. The two vampires spent the next hundred years wiping villages off the map and soaking the world in blood.

The sunlight bathed over Katherine's skin and the sounds of baby birds chirping in their nests could be heard in the distance. A new day had come and she was prepared to leave Damon behind to keep an eye on the castle they lived in while she scoured the lands in search of more blood.

"Come, Cassandra! Stay close to me." Vanessa pulled her friend through the chaotic crowd. The townspeople held their torches and muskets close to them as they rallied in the town square.

"Vanessa, please, will you loosen your grip! My arm might very well fall off!" Cassandra scolded.

"I am sorry. I am just afraid of the demons." The blonde shuddered and hugged her friend close. "Haven't you seen what happened to Annabelle?"

"Yes, but…"

"These are dark times," a gruff voice boomed. "But we must keep our wits about us!" Cassandra's father addressed the frantic crowd and the two girls' joined Annabelle's husband, Jeremy.

"You two should be inside," Jeremy said worriedly.

"We cannot just cower in fear," Cassandra proclaimed.

"It was horrible! It came from the forest!" Someone in the crowd shouted and other people chimed in.

"Then pray, do not go near the forest!" Cassandra's father, Joseph, replied.

"We should run! We should all just run away!" Another shouted and the townspeople seemed to agree.

"Do not panic! We must stay vigilant!" Joseph said and the crowd seemed indifferent. Cassandra shook her head while Vanessa stood close to Jeremy.

"I cannot stand this any longer…" Cassandra mused as she made her way through the crowd to stand by her father. Jeremy and Vanessa tried to stop her but she pushed through the mesh of people. "We don't have to cower or stay indoors! We can stand together and fight back!" She shouted and the crowd disagreed with her.

"Then let the demons get you then!" A woman pointed a finger at the young girl.

"If we fight back then the demons will leave us alone! They will see that we are stronger than them!" She claimed.

"Enough, Cassandra!" Joseph growled. "We've had enough recklessness for one night." He ushered her back into the crowd and she moved to Jeremy and Vanessa but was stopped by another man.

"Vaughn!" She hugged the man tightly before assessing his condition. He looked alright except for the minimal stains of blood on his clothes. Vaughn was a handsome man with broad shoulders and a strong build. He and some other men in the town banned together and trained themselves to become hunters. They would go on hunting trips, searching for the demons that threatened to tear the town apart.

"Causing trouble with your father, I see." He smirked at her and she rolled her dark brown eyes.

"My father doesn't understand that we have to fight the demons," she told him.

"It is not your fight, Cassandra." His gruff voice rumbled in his chest and the girl huffed. First her father and now her friend was telling her what to do.

"Damon, my love, go to the village to find something to eat for yourself. And when I return, we'll feast like we used to."

Katherine's words echoed inside Damon's head as he was perched up on the roof top in the town just outside the castle. He could smell the fear emanating from the townspeople as they carried their torches and readied their pitchforks. Voices were yelling and shouting frantically over one another and that only made Damon's smirk wider. He loved striking fear into the hearts of innocent victims. He loved the chase and the hunt as well. Katherine had taught him everything and he was always eager to please her. It was like she had some kind of hold on him that was unbreakable. Each time he tried to talk about the sun, Katherine would grow irate and he'd then spend time trying to appease her.

"As you wish, Katherine. Forever as you wish."He'd tell her and that would quell her significantly.

The raven haired vampire remained crouched in the shadows of the rooftop's chimney as his striking blue eyes searched for something appetizing. His vampiric eyesight allowed him to see each face in the town square as if he was standing right in front of them. He scanned the crowd, his gaze settling on a man speaking to the rowdy group. He must have been the leader or held some position of authority. The older gentleman was trying his best to calm the hysteria, but the townspeople were inconsolable. Damon grinned, if he could get rid of him, the entire town would crumble into nothing.

Katherine would be very pleased.

He licked his lips at the thought of warm blood sliding down his throat when his eyes caught a young woman pushing through the throngs of people to join the man. She stood beside him and encouraged the villagers to stand and fight back against the demons.

It was laughable to Damon that a puny human was so eager to try and dispel him. It was even funnier that she was preaching to the town square to follow her example. They only got even angrier and accused her of being one with the demons before the man ushered her away from him. He watched the girl hug a man she met in the crowd and he kissed her hair lovingly. Perhaps this little young thing had a suitor? But as Damon looked closer, he could see the man had sharp wooden stakes at his belt. A hunter. The older man then advised the townspeople to find refuge in their homes and lock their doors as he took the young girl aside and Damon listened intently.

"You must stop this, Cassandra," he told her firmly.

"I cannot stand to be cowering anymore, papa." She spoke. "These demons have taken everything from us and we must take it all back."

The man Damon assumed to be her father shook his head and a deep sigh left his lungs. "I worry that your need to fight the demons will consume you. It will be your undoing."

Cassandra took her father's hands. "Papa, I just want things to go back to the way they were. I do not want to live in fear anymore. I want to get married and have my children without worrying about the demons."

Damon sighed, bored with their conversation but he still continued to watch them. His stomach lurched as his eyes ran over Cassandra's body. She was a small girl, her dress hiding the decadent curves of her skin that Damon could make out. Long brown tendrils were splayed down her back and they slightly rustled in the wind. Her olive skin made Damon envious that she could enjoy the simple pleasures of lounging in the sun on a lazy afternoon and he could not. She was beautiful; there was no doubt about that.

The pair below him finished their mundane conversation and Cassandra's father went inside. Once she was alone, Damon watched her sweet, demure expression turn to one of frustration. Her small nose wrinkled and her pouty lips pursed, but that wasn't what caught Damon's attention. Her deep brown eyes sparked with fire and fight, it was something that Damon had never seen before in a woman of her young age. Cassandra's arms crossed her chest and her eyes lifted until they caught the vampire's gaze.

Stares locked with one another, refusing to pull away and neither of them moved. Damon's lips curled into a smile, his fangs elongating and his eyes darkening. His tongue brushed over the sharp points, making a shiver run down Cassandra's body. He heard the slightest intake of breath and her eyes no longer held that strength he was drawn to. It held fear and terror.

That only intrigued him more.

Cassandra remained frozen in her spot as she stared into the face of a demon. She'd never seen one before and she couldn't take her eyes off him. Hunters would come back from their journeys, the ones who made it home alive that is, and they'd tell their stories of coming face to face with a vampire. The stories would scare her, but the man on the rooftop didn't quite fit into the story. From what she could make out, he had lush black hair and was dressed much like a respectable gentleman. She would hardly suspect him of being a demon if he were to walk past her. But his eyes were so...so beautiful. They were crystalline blue and twinkled brighter than any diamond. Cassandra's trance was soon broken when he licked over his fangs and she knew the look that was plastered on his face.

He was hungry.

The girl whipped around and took up a spare pitchfork, arming herself for the vampire if he would attack her. She turned back to the roof to see that he had gone. Her frantic eyes searched the town's rooftops, trying to find some trace of him but found none. Had she imagined him? No. This man was the one she had to fight if she wanted to save her town. She took refuge in her home, locking the door behind her and making sure to take the pitchfork with her.

Cassandra had come in after a long day of helping Anna cook and clean around her house. She was attacked by the demons, but the doctors were happy that she was healing nicely. Cassandra removed her shawl and placed it down on the arm chair by the fireplace. She wrinkled her nose to see that it was not lit and immediately needed to rectify that. With quick hands, she made and stoked the fire until the flames cast a lovely glow in the room. She warmed her little hands against the fire when a voice sent a chill up her spine.

"That's more like it." Cassandra gasped and whirled around, the light illuminating the face of the vampire she saw on the roof. He was perched in her father's armchair, sipping a glass of wine.

"You! H-how did…? What do you…?" She stammered and the vampire's lips curled up into a dark smile.

"Cat got your tongue, love?" He smirked and stood, rising to his full height.

"My tongue is none of your concern!" Cassandra growled. She curled her fists in an effort to make her look stronger, however she didn't feel strong. She felt like a meek little mouse.

"Now, now, let's not rule out possibilities so soon." He snickered and he took a couple steps closer to her and for every step he advanced, she backed up two steps. "Aww, are you afraid?" The vampire taunted.

"N-no…" She whispered.

"No? You surely look it," he said, closing in on her. "I can certainly smell your fear." Cassandra rounded a small table in efforts to get away from him, but her back came into contact with the wall by the fireplace. The blue eyed vampire smirked, finally cornering the little mouse. Thinking quickly, Cassandra gripped a fire poker out of the holder to arm herself with.

"Stay back!" She threatened, pointing the poker at him and he just chuckled.

"A fiery little thing you are." He wiggled his eyebrows at her and she visibly shivered. "Don't be afraid," His pupils dilated and contracted and Cassandra felt drawn to him. She just couldn't look away from his eyes. "That's better. I just want to have a little fun." He cooed and Cassandra looked up at him expectantly, waiting for his next order. Her body was screaming to run, but her mind was pleasantly numb as his ice blue eyes held her warm brown gaze.

"Cassandra, who are you talking to in there?" Vanessa's voice called from the kitchen and Damon growled, unhappy that someone was disturbing his meal. Cassandra suddenly felt her mind being freed from the haze it was currently under and she remembered that there was a vampire in her house. She clutched the poker tightly and without warning, quickly thrust it into Damon's stomach. Cassandra cringed hearing the skin break and the poker crunch through his organs.

"You little wench!" He groaned loudly, stepping back from Cassandra and he gripped the poker that was sticking out of him. Blood poured from the wound as he struggled with the offending piece of metal.

"Stay away from me, demon!" Cassandra spoke firmly.

"Is everything alright?" Vanessa's voice was getting closer and Damon knew he had to leave soon before he got caught; however he could just drain both girls here and now.

Damon growled, pulling the poker out of his stomach and tossing it carelessly on the floor. "I was looking forward to carrying you kicking and screaming through the forest." He snickered as he held his healing chest. "Until next time." Damon smirked as he looked to the window before blurring out of the house. Cassandra's eyes darted wildly around the room, fearful that the vampire was just playing around with her. She finally let out a deep breath seeing that he was gone.

"Cassandra, I've called you…" Vanessa stopped as she surveyed the room in a shambles. "My god…what happened here?" She asked and Cassandra still kept her eyes on the open window from where Damon had escaped. "You're bleeding!" The girl pointed to her friend's bloodstained hands.

"No, it's not mine." She defended and Vanessa took hold of her upper arm and led her to the kitchen. The girl gripped a wet rag and proceeded to clean Cassandra's bloodied hands.

"Whose blood is it?" Vanessa asked.

"You have to promise not to tell." Cassandra held her shoulder and the girl nodded. "The vampire. The demon...he was here."

"You must tell your father!" The blonde nodded.

"No! Vanessa, please! If anyone in town knew that a vampire was here, they could think that we're hiding them." Cassandra told her. "I won't have my father be branded a sympathizer. Please, Vanessa. Promise me you won't tell."

The blonde stared back at her friend for several moments. She knew that keeping this secret was wrong in every sense, but she and Cassandra had been friends since birth. They kept each other's secrets and a secret was a secret.

"I promise."

A restless Cassandra lay in bed as she begged for sleep to come to her, but she was denied the pleasure of falling into a deep sleep. Her mind kept reeling about the vampire. The way he looked at her, the way he touched her. The very idea made her skin crawl. He was so close to biting into her skin but she managed to break free from his trance. His face was what terrified her the most. It was a change that struck fear into her heart and soul. His human mask melted away to reveal his true nature, a creature of the night.

A dark cackle reached her ears and she was suddenly sitting erect in her bed, clutching the blankets close to her. She scanned the room, no one was there.

But that voice. She heard it as clear as day. A snore down the hall made her jump again but she then giggled realizing it was her father in a deep sleep.

Cassandra then shifted in the bed to lie on her side, dismissing the voice as just a hallucination from lack of sleep. She was facing her window, the moonlight bathing her body as she curled into her goose down pillow. Her eyes fell closed and she let out a tense breath. She welcomed sleep if it would be so kind as to take her, but she was unaware of the dark silhouette of the vampire's face just over her shoulder.

Cassandra bolted from her bed, her body was covered with sweat and the sheets were tangled around her in a mess. Her breath left her lungs in shallow pants and her hair was mused around her face. She growled, strangling her pillow as if it was the vampire that was in her home not long ago. Ever since that fateful day, she'd been dreaming of him. Some of them would just replay the events of what happened between them while others were...different. This dream was a reoccurring one. She'd be alone and he'd suddenly sneak up on her, but she was thankful that the other dream didn't plague her.

She would dream of the vampire pinning her down and staring deeply into her eyes. Cassandra wouldn't struggle or fuss, the serene look on her face made a point that she didn't want to fight him. He would start at the swell of her breasts and trace his cool tongue over her prickling skin until he reached a spot on her neck. He'd spear the spot relentlessly until he drew a moan from her lips. Cassandra's eyes would then fall closed and her back would arch, pressing their bodies together. It was like the vampire was worshiping every inch of her, leaving no exposed skin untouched. He was so hard against her womanhood and she'd buck her hips wantonly to try and quell the hunger between her legs. His lips would be at her ear, his tongue swirling around the lobe before whispering huskily.

"Tell me, Cassandra." It sent shivers down her spine every time. She'd whimper and writhe, unable to answer him with spoken words, but he'd make her wait until she told him what he wanted to hear.

"Please," she'd moan desperately and he'd chuckle in her ear. Just as she'd ready herself, the sound of her father calling her name would jostle her from the erotic dream.

Cassandra was ashamed and embarrassed. She shouldn't be dreaming of that demon. He had tried to kill her and yet he wandered through her dreams like he was meant to be there. She'd awake moaning, her body thrashing on her bed and her parents would worry that she was having nightmares or falling ill. Cassandra rubbed her tired eyes and slumped back into the mattress, it was still night time and she knew that with the approaching dawn she'd leave to save her town.

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