A/n: Hey everyone! So, this was my very first book on FanFiction, and it definitely looks it. I want to revitalize it, so that I can finally update it. So, I'm going to be re-writing the chapters.

I'm sorry that this wasn't the extra chapter that you all wanted for this story.

Thank you for your support during this revising!

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"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius, and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring."

—Marilyn Monroe

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Chapter One:

Introductions

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"I apologize for my involvement," Lucy said solemnly before strutting back out the door.

They finally had her.

Katherine Pierce was currently incapacitated on the carpeted floor, just as the new Bennett witch in town had intended.

All it took was a small hex to take down the bitch that had manipulated the Salvatore brothers' lives for over a hundred years. A passing breath of relief escaped the forever brooding Stefan's mouth, the weight of Elena's possible death at the hands of her evil doppelgänger had been intense to say the least.

Hopefully, this would be the end to their trouble.

Little did they know, a pair of large, very interested dark eyes were witnessing the entire masquerade encounter, smirking with pouty red lips as she took a dainty sip of her whiskey. The plan from here was simple, she'd simply have to follow those two dashing young men wherever they stashed Katerina.

After?

Well, obviously she intended to save her daughter from all this distress.

And so, the beautiful woman in red waited for the group of unsuspecting supernaturals. Waited for the perfect opportunity to slip in..

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The Tomb

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The large boulder was a tad bit heavier than she had anticipated, but, it wasn't too overwhelming for her, thank heavens.

If she had the constant strength of a vampire, this wouldn't be near as intense— but oh well, she'd just have to remember to grab something to eat in town before visiting this place again. Light poured into the inky blackness of the cavern, and at first she didn't see or hear much within, until she saw the shift in shadow in the darkness, moving her way.

Katerina's small, lithe frame appeared from around a bend of murky rock. She gasped as she took in the woman's face from the opening of the cave, and it was a fair reaction considering the circumstances.

"M-Mama Desi..?" the vampire doppelgänger whispered, clearly knowing who she was seeing but not believing it quite yet.

A soft smile broke out on the other woman's lips as she finally got to see her goddaughter in person and be recognized in return. Albeit, under less than happy circumstances.

Desi's eyes watered as she saw Katerina's disbelieving brown eyes soften just a little at the one woman who loved her no matter what she did.

"Zdravei, my precious girl," Desi whispered brokenly as tears rolled down her tanned cheeks speaking an odd mixture of English and Bulgarian.

"I'm so sorry that I didn't get here sooner, I swear to you that I would have come much sooner, had I been able to find you. You always were so very talented at hide and seek."

Katerina's eyes glistened as she heard Desi's voice for the first time in five hundred years. In any other state she would have questioned the angle, or if she was hallucinating, but at this moment of weakness she didn't care.

Katerina Petrova just wanted her mother.

She stumbled as quickly as her semi-desiccated form would allow towards her favorite person from childhood. Unfortunately, this state of being didn't allow for much grace; so, she tripped over a rock, only to be held up by strong, soft arms wrapping around her just as they used to. Katerina felt her godmother's warm tears on her shoulder as Desi held her close, and she squeezed her back in turn, but was alarmed and pulled when she realized something.

Or rather, a lack of something.

"Why don't you have a heartbeat?"

Vampires had heartbeats— albeit incredibly slow ones— but, there was nothing pumping in Desislava's rib cage at all.

Mama Desi clearly wasn't a vampire or human. It'd been over five hundred years and she hadn't aged a day; she even had a healthy flush to her as Katerina held her away at arms length. Katerina gazed up into her godmother's warm brown eyes as Desi brushed her daughter's tangled locks away from her face before placing a kiss on her forehead.

"I will explain all, dearest," Desi said in a soothing voice, "but first things first. You look absolutely starved and I refuse to let my goddaughter remain in such a state."

Desislava quickly grabbed her satchel that she had dropped by the cave entrance and revealed several blood bags within.

"I would've brought a human, but it's a bit of a hike to this little cave and I didn't feel like carrying the extra baggage," she quipped, handing one bag to her goddaughter. Katherine on the other hand was eyeing her god mother with increasing suspiciousness as she snatched the blood bag.

Katerina tore into the first in a vicious manner, moaning as the sweet O negative blood soothed her burning insides. She quickly drained and tossed it reaching for the next bag just as her mother pulled it out of her reach.

"Katerina, you know I'm not one to deny you of much, but I advise you to keep these two blood bags as a reserve. Those insipid, albeit adorable, Salvatore brothers will be back to check on you at some point. I don't want you to starve if I can't come back on a regular basis because of your boy toys."

As much as Katherine wanted to drink those bags dry, she knew her Desi had a point, and that she'd have to act like she was near death to throw off the Salvatores from figuring out she had a supplier on the outside. The doppelgänger took an exhausted seat on the ground, gesturing for Desi to do the same. Desi quickly situated herself on the ground next to her, and this is one of the reasons that Katerina loved her godmother so.

Desislava was never afraid to get her hands dirty when she wanted to, and Katherine acknowledged that she probably got that facet of her personality from her. Mama Desi had never cared about the opinions of others, always being aware that no one else mattered in the grand scheme of things, and it was up to her to find her own individual happiness.

Katerina also took in her godmother's full modern appearance.

Desislava, as always, maintained an air of timeless elegance; a certain grace that typically came from those of high standing, and it was something that a younger Katherine had always admired in her godmother. Katerina's mother was a homely woman, a woman who was altogether mousy in her appearance and manner. Because of this, Katherine had the unique perspective of watching her mother be jealous of her godmother. This influence that Desi had over other people, especially her mother, was something that she wanted for herself.

She wanted to be like Desi, because Desi always held people's attention.

And Desislava had certainly maintained that quality in spades up to today.

Her long dark lashes framing very intelligent, nearly hypnotic eyes, and pouty pink lips had stunned many in Katerina's village, and she had been well-renowned as a beauty of goddess proportions. Desi's thick dark hair framed her tanned face and olive-toned shoulders, and although she was just wearing a lacy tank top and black skinny jeans tucked into leather booties, she kept that regal ambience that Katherine desperately tried to emulate in childhood.

Desi then spoke, shaking Katherine out of her analysis.

"Go ahead, Katerina, I know you must have many questions."

Katherine takes a couple moments to think on it before speaking.

"Mama, forgive me for being blunt," she starts, the caution for someone else's feelings feeling foreign on her tongue, "but I know for a fact I saw your corpse littered among the rest of us remaining Petrova five hundred years ago. How the hell are you alive?"

Desislava let out a chuckle at her daughter's brashness and just how grown up she was, her loss of innocence blazingly apparent.

"Well, I'd say something cliché like 'that's a long story', however we both know I don't have the patience to be coy. Long story short, I made a deal with a witch," Desi promptly supplied.

"What was the deal?"

Desi's dark eyes swirled with apprehension before finally sighing, "Do you remember when you were sixteen and wandered too far from the village?"

Katerina shook her head, memories of her childhood blurred to near obscurity aside from the few years before her meeting the Originals and turning.

"Well," Desi started with a slight upturn of her lip, thinking of how to condense five hundred years of misery and servitude in a few minutes, "I guess 500 years would take a toll on your earliest memories. When you were young, maybe three or four, you ate something in the woods that nearly killed you. Your poor little body was so overcome with fever that you could barely breathe, so I went to seek help, and... I definitely found something like that.

"There were rumors in the village of a demon that would make you a deal in dire times, in return for your soul. The rumors were wrong on one front— there was no demon, just a powerful witch named Isadora.

"However her deals were just as pricey as the stories said. Our deal was that you would heal, and when I died, I would be employed under her services as what humans call a 'succubus' until she died. A vampire, so to speak, that feeds on sexual desire.

"So, when Niklaus and his lovely band of murderers came for us, I was indebted to the witch until about six months ago when the old hag finally died. Now, I'm just your average succubus wandering and feeding on the lust of men and women."

Katerina just blinked at her for a few moments, digesting her godmother's sacrifice.

Her sharp brown eyes constantly flickered over Desi's face for any sign of a lie, but found none.

"Do all of the regular vamp rules apply to you, then?"

Desi shook her head, closing her eyes and leaning back against the stone wall.

"Nope, for example I can definitely walk out of this witchy trap unlike any of your kind. Or are you asking if there's a way for me to die?" She asked teasingly, already knowing that as long as she wasn't a threat to Katerina, her daughter would never betray her willingly.

Katherine chuckled softly at that before leaning her head against Desi's shoulder, "You're all I've got left, Mama Desi. It's me and you from here on out."

Desi smiled, grabbing the cheap bottle of whiskey she brought out of her bag before downing a deep gulp of it and passing it to Katerina who promptly took a swig as well.

"Just you and me, precious," Desi pauses briefly, laughing warmly at something private before adding, "I'd say that I'd get you out of here as soon as possible, but we both know this might be the safest place for you when they come to town."

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Mystic Falls High School

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Desislava was just a bit excited to flex her acting abilities.

Her presence at the high school campus was definitely noticed by the student body, all seemingly fixated on the leggy brunette— but that's how it always was.

There's no way to stay inconspicuous when every fiber of your being is meant to entrance your meals to come to you. Desi was never not watched. It made some things easy, and some things difficult—but it worked for her here.

Her dark hair was slightly curled and tossed over her shoulder as she strutted up to the main entrance in black stilettos. Desi was and always would be sex on legs, no matter what she wore. And in the case of her red button up shirt and slacks, it was no different.

As she entered into the main hallway towards the office, her dark eyes caught sight of a lovely bubbly blonde next to a tanned, broad shouldered boy with very attractive features. Watching the energy's around them fluctuate, Desi can already tell they're supernatural, and it was so refreshing to see so many in one place.

That must be Caroline Forbes and Tyler Lockwood.

They were delicious looking, but entirely too young for her taste. They'd be too sweet. Nearly gave her a toothache thinking about it. Sexual energy was like chocolate, everyone liked different percentages of different ingredients. Desi personally loved snacking on bitter souls, and those only came after either hardship or age.

She felt Tyler and Caroline's gaze follow her on the way into the main office, riding a bit of a high feeling from the werewolf's lusting gaze. Supernatural entities always had slightly more potent emotions, and one of Desi's many attributes as a succubus was knowing when someone wanted her, and being able to taste a bit of what their lust would taste like.

Like she thought, too sweet.

The small black woman behind the secretarial desk peaked up at her before outright staring and blinking owlishly.

"Hello," Desislava said soothingly, allowing a bit of her ability to compel with her voice slide through, "My name is Eve McCall, I'm supposed to be a substitute for your resident art teacher, I believe his name was Mr. Allen?"

The secretary was clearly enchanted by Desi's presence and smiled warmly at her, "Oh yes, shame that he took ill. But, it'll be just fine with you here. Just sign in real quick and I'll have one of our students guide you to the art room before class begins. Please, take a seat! Would you like some tea while you wait?"

Desi, or Eve, smiled graciously while nodding.

She learned long ago to accept anything someone gives you out of kindness. It makes you seem more endearing when you accept gifts. After receiving the styrofoam cup of tea, Desi watched as the secretary leaned outside the office before flagging down one of the students.

In walked the beautiful Caroline, who happened to also be Vice President of the student council. Walking straight up to Desi with a sunny smile, Caroline Forbes firmly shakes the succubus' hand in introduction, and Desi would be the first to say that the vampiress appeared to be sunny and perky.

Two of her favorite attributes in a person.

Caroline led Ms. McCall down the hallway feeling entirely giddy about the new teacher. She felt almost oddly fond of her immediately, and knew that she would very much like to be her friend. Well, if that was alright with Ms. McCall.

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The shifting of stone rang throughout the cave yet again and Katherine slowly walked towards the entrance, crossing her fingers that it's the one person she actually wanted to see.

The Salvatores were brilliant eye candy, but rather dull company after a few minutes of barely veiled threats presented as deals. Not to mention, Katherine thought that she might stake herself if she had to talk to her naive baby doppelgänger again this soon.

Her brown eyes were grateful to see her godmother strutting through the entrance in professional attire. "How have you been, precious? I'm sorry it took so long, but your little soldier boys can't seem to stay away from here for too long."

"The usual— being bored stiff. I almost prefer running for my life compared to this," Katherine pauses briefly, sighing audibly through her nose before looking up at Desi again with a glint in her eyes. "However, I do have some information that you might like to be aware of— specifically, that the Salvatores are trying to break the curse of the moonstone."

"They're handing over the doppelgänger?" Desi asked incredulously. She didn't think that their love for her was that flimsy, but who knew?

"Of course not," Katherine replies, "they're not smart. They're just trying to get rid of the binding agent on the spell so that Klaus won't try to sacrifice little Elena."

"And they think that Klaus won't reap his vengeance for ruining the sacrifice?"

Katherine shrugged at her question, "Like I said, they aren't smart."

Blinking, Desislava was a bit appalled at the lack of logic involved in this plan.

"Obviously," Desi sighed, slightly annoyed that they were so thoughtless with precious cargo. "I mean they are adorable, precious. But, you seem to have maintained the habit of picking the not-so intellectually-inclined. I hope you know, this means I might have to get more directly involved."

Katerina's head snapped up at her words, "Are you sure, Mama Desi? No offense, but I don't think you'd be the most welcome addition to the Loser's Club."

Desi chuckled, her pink lips curling into a lovely grin, "IT references? Still as amusing as ever. Besides that point though, they can't kill me. I have viable information on the big, bad Originals they're after. Also, if you don't know how to kill me, I highly doubt those children do."

Katherine looked up at her godmother with scrutiny at her statement. "What information do you have on the Originals, exactly?"

"You're not the only one who has played with the Original family before," Desislava said with a wry smile, "Personally, I've flirted with them all, as is my nature. However, I've only ever really been with Rebekah and Kol. It was before I knew they were related, of course. Heaven knows the two don't look anything alike."

Katherine's eyes widened as she smiled in disbelief and good humor, "I always knew my passionate lifestyle wasn't something I got from good ol' Mom and Dad."

The older woman's dark eyes sparkled in amusement as she tossed Katerina a new blood bag. "I'll be on my way now, dearest, I'll come and visit again soon to give you an update on the whole 'hybrid' situation."

And with that Desislava strutted out of the room, a certain determination set in her posture as she made her way to the Salvatore Boarding House.

Katerina smiled wryly to herself, "Well, at least things are going to get more interesting."

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Desislava had arrived at the infamous Salvatore Boarding House, and it was just a niche as Katerina had described it.

She was sure that to some people this would be a very fine home but to her, it looked like something a podunk lumberjack would enjoy, and Desi was anything besides that.

She gracefully ascended the stairs leading to the front door and could hear the brothers discussing the risk of Niklaus with Rose. Desi proceeded to knock on the door, not particularly caring that she was interrupting, and was met by gorgeous piercing blue eyes that widened when they took in her appearance.

Damon Salvatore had been around for a long time. Done the song and dance, slept in many a woman's bed.

He's seen them all: blondes, brunettes, redheads, tall, short, long hair, short hair, and every color of eyes under the rainbow. But, when he opened the front door, he knew he had never felt this intense magnetism to anyone.

And he had never seen such alluring dark eyes.

Long chocolate waves framed her face, which held a straight nose, expressive dark eyes swirling with a bit of mischief, and the most kissable pink lips he had ever seen.

The enticing stranger was dressed in business attire, a white button up blouse tucked into a black pencil skirt, leading down to long shapely legs coated in black pantyhose and finished with black stilettos. She was absolutely stunning, everything that was attractive wrapped up in a flawless package, and Damon wasn't quite sure of what to make of her.

He vaguely heard steps behind him and felt the presence of his brother, who also seemed stunned by the woman at the door. It was oddly reminiscent of when the pair had met Katherine on that fateful day in 1864. Stefan's reaction was quite similar, and the younger brother felt a pang of guilt when he noticed just how enraptured he was by the woman's presence.

The complete knockout offered her hand out to shake Damon's, giving both Salvatores a devastating smile. Had they paid closer attention, they would see that there was something eerily familiar about her, but they were a bit distracted in all fairness.

"Hello," she greeted confidently with a slight accent, and Damon mentally groaned.

Her damned voice was even enthralling, what painting did she walk out from?

But, the stranger continued as if she didn't notice the vampire's ogling stares, simply politely smiling, "My name is Desislava, but you can both call me Desi. I'm here because I hear that you're interested in learning about the Sun and Moon curse..?"

And just like that, both of the brothers' eyes hardened in suspicion.

"And what would you know about it, gorgeous?" Damon asked, flirting as per the usual, but anyone who knew him well knew that there was a dangerous undercurrent to it. The brunette gave out a laugh that reminded Stefan of wind chimes, shaking her head.

"Calm down. I don't work for Klaus-y. However, I would like to discuss this inside, if that's alright?"

Damon chuckled darkly, trying to ignore the intense attraction he felt towards this woman. And like the universe hated him, Damon suddenly felt Rose's presence enter the hallway.

The green eyed vampiress freezes before she even says anything, eyes wide as she looked at Desi in shock.

"Desi?" Rose asked incredulously, unsure if she was dreaming.

The Salvatores snapped their eyes to the woman who had previously kidnapped Elena, before quickly moving back to Desi to gauge her reaction.

"Oh, hello Rosie, it's lovely to see you once again," Desi said in a slightly lower seductive timber, very much remembering her wonderful interaction with Rose just a decade ago.

The vampiress immediately sped over to her, glancing up at the slightly taller woman with blown green eyes. Oh yes, her lust rolled off her in droves to Desi, and the succubus realized that little Rosie must remember their encounter very well.

Stefan suddenly pulled Rose away from the gravitational pull that was Desi, turning her to face him. "You know this woman?"

As Rose began fervently assuring the younger brother that she knew her, and that Desi was good for the info, Damon had his blue eyes glued to Desislava's figure trying to figure out her angle. Trying to figure out almost with a glance why she was here and how she knew about everything, as if just scanning her would give him the answers he wanted.

That's what he told himself he was doing anyway.

Desi's thick brow arched in slight amusement, before gently pushing Damon to the side to get through the door. Damon couldn't physically push against her, or deny her request to let herself in, and it deeply confused him until he started focusing.

His blue eyes widened and he vamp sped over to Desi, pinning her by her shoulders against the wall. Damon ignored the strange shivers of pleasure that coursed down his spine as he touched her. He didn't know why he was so physically against wrapping his hand around her slender throat, but he didn't care— as long as the black-haired vampire got answers and quick.

Stefan and Rose both looked on, stunned at Damon's aggressiveness.

"What the hell are you?" He growled out menacingly, but Desi only gave him a sweet smirk back, her eyes swirling with overwhelming playfulness.

"I don't get at a drink first before you rough me up? I thought you'd have better etiquette, considering your age."

Her tone was completely teasing, showing no fear, and that's when the other two vampires realized that the lovely brunette didn't have a sound coming from her chest.

Desislava was still wearing a pretty grin as she gazed at the vampire holding her. The succubus knew she was in no danger, not only were her pheromones freely dancing across the entire boardinghouse, but the long heady waves of lust rolling off the ravenette were so strong she could nearly taste it.

Desi licked her pink lips, watching Damon's baby blues flick over them in amusement as she slowly lifted her hands in mock surrender.

"If you'd really like to know, Salvatore, all you need to do is guide this conversation to the sitting room," Desi's eyes appraised him in mock-seriousness, "After all, unsavory news is best served with a glass of something strong."

Damon's lust blown eyes were straining to maintain focus before he slowly released his grip on her shoulders. The elder Salvatore was definitely not afraid to get his hands dirty for information— however, he could see in her dark oak eyes a resiliency that would be very difficult to break.

This was a woman with backbone, and Damon would be lying if he said that it wasn't one of his favorite attributes in a woman.

Desi gave him a warm smile before turning her attention back to Rose and Stefan by the entryway. Extending her hand elegantly, like royalty waiting to be courted, she gestured for the green eyed vampiress to join her side. Rose was more than happy to comply, promptly interlacing her fingers with Desi's.

The warm shivers that the small amount of contact gave the vampiress was gratifying for said green-eyed woman, to say the least. Rose couldn't stop the smile spreading across her pretty face as she guided the succubus into the living room.

Stefan felt that he needed to keep his mind busy to distract himself from the leggy brunette, so, he began pouring bourbon into four glasses from the crystal decanter.

He didn't understand his own emotions at the moment, all he knew was that he was starving. For what? Well, looking into that would only being trouble, whether it was the bloodlust or something else.

Someone else.

Stefan refused to acknowledge it, no matter how hard it was, purely because he felt so weighed down by his guilty conscience already that anymore burden might break him. As Desi sat on the chaise longue, crossing her long tan legs, the brooding vampire swallowed hard.

This is going to be harder than I thought, he admitted to himself.

"Thank you," Desi graciously accepted the crystalline glass of bourbon before fixating everyone with a glance as they all got comfortable with their drinks, "Now onto business. To answer the question that Damon so rudely asked, and to make you all feel a little bit better about the overwhelming tension in this room, I'll make this short and sweet: I'm a succubus."

...

Damon choked on his bourbon as the word escaped her lovely lips.

A demon?! A sex demon?

First werewolves, then the Originals, and now this, the ravenette was quickly getting annoyed by his own lack of knowledge when it came to the supernatural. It was almost like the last 150 years had done nothing to enhance his knowledgeability of the supernatural, even though he was one.

Stefan, on the other hand, was definitely surprised— but it was completely overthrown by the relief he felt. The almost ethereal lure of Desislava wasn't him being weak, her beauty affected everyone because that was her purpose.

Sharp blue eyes glared at swirling dark ones, "You're a demon?"

The dark orbs rolled back in lazy annoyance, "No, that is a common misconception though, and I'm not surprised that you baby vampires weren't aware of my kind," Desi's perceptive eyes glanced at the vampiress who hadn't said so much as a peep, "I'm glad that Rose here has heard of us though, it'll make explaining go by faster."

Rose nodded, and Desislava couldn't help but wonder if the other woman had figured out what she was. When they were last together, or if she realized as soon as she couldn't hear her heartbeat? Who knew?

"Succubi are basically vampires with a completely different set of rules. They don't feed on blood, they feed on lust. It can be desire from anyone— doesn't matter if they're supernatural in nature," Rose started, noticing that Desi had a bored expression on her face. Clearly the succubus hadn't wished to explain it all to the young vampires, and was irritated that they had to wait for her to explain.

"They can walk in the daylight and they don't die from 'the stake in the heart' bit," Rose continued, and Damon scoffed at the unfairness of it all.

"That sounds awful nice. What am I doing with all this vampire crap then?" Damon complains.

Rose rolls her pretty green eyes at Damon's ignorance as Desi's lips curl into a slightly amused smile, making said vampire suspicious.

"Succubi do have a lot of benefits," Rose continued again, adding, "however, the gift comes at a hefty price. They are turned by witches in exchange for something, and can only live freely after the witch who cursed them dies. The Succubi are complete slaves to their witch until then. No orders can be denied, even if the witch orders them to kill themselves."

The room seemed slightly colder after the green-eyed woman said that, and Rose glanced over at Desislava to ensure she hadn't overstepped her bounds.

Desi appeared completely unbothered on the outside, but one only had to look in her eyes to see the raging fires of resentment and hate glowing strong. Not at anyone in the room of course, but Desi couldn't ignore that the 500 years as a slave to Isadora and her whims had created an intense loathing for all things Wiccan-related, and even now she would feel twinges of fury when the servants of nature were brought up in conversation.

The Salvatore brothers found themselves in an amalgamation of emotion.

Damon felt an odd combination of nonchalance, pity, and maybe a hint of empathy. He knew better than most just how vindictive those little witches could be, and the blue-eyed vampire couldn't imagine having to serve one.

Stefan on the other hand was feeling a bit different, but no less conflicted. Compassion lingered in those forest green eyes as he looked at Desislava once again, his perspective of her changing slightly.

And Rose, overall, was worried that she had made Desi angry— not wanting to harm one of her favorite old flames in such a way.

Desi laughed derisively, changing the mood of the room with as much effort as it took to blink, "Now, now, don't feel too bad for me Salvatores. After all, you don't know what I made my deal for. Given the chance, I would do it over again. Which brings me to our next topic of discussion," she says, taking another sip of her drink before continuing.

"Generally, I make it a habit to stay honest with people because I believe it is the best way to not complicate relationships, business or otherwise," Desi said with a wink to Stefan, who felt his near-dead heart nearly skip a beat while Damon batted down a swirl of annoyance in his abdomen.

"So, to begin I'm going to talk to you a bit about your little curse, then I'm going to tell you what my angle is in all this, and at the end of this friendly discussion, I will offer you a deal in exchange for my help," Desi continued.

Damon chuckled dismissively, giving her a sarcastic smile, "And why would we want yourhelp?"

Desi was never one to not enjoy good banter, "Because, Damon," The man felt a shiver on his spine as she said his name, "I've got more than a couple years on you, and I can assure you that you'll want all the help you can get when Klaus comes to town to pick up your little doppelgänger."

His teasing blue eyes immediately turned into hard ice as she mentioned the human girl. Elena was a huge bargaining chip in her favor when it came to the Salvatores, and Desi knew she could use it as she pleased.

After covering the basics of the Aztec curse once again so that everyone was on equal footing about the sacrifice and Elijah's 'death', not to mention Slater's message, Desi began fervently explaining just how important the moonstone was.

If Katerina was as smart as Desi thought she was, she could use that rock to broker herself a deal. Whether it be for her freedom or for her to make a different agreement, Desi wanted to help make her less bored in that cave. Also, she had supplemented that it'd be beneficial to their efforts to locate the Original Hybrid.

Not that the Scooby Gang knew anything about why that bit of info was important, of course, but Desi knew she'd have to play a lot of her cards close to her chest.

One wrong move and she'd ruin any chance she had of playing the ringleader to this circus. And, there was no way her Petrova blood would settle for anything less than being the mastermind controlling the chessboard.

—

It was decided that Stefan and Damon would speak with Katherine about the moonstone the next day, but there remained a point to be discussed.

"Now that you have your little plan to execute, and I've helped you understand a bit more about who exactly you are up against— it's time for me to reveal something to you, so that way we can barter on equal playing fields," Desi stated with the sort of authority one expects from a politician. The three vampires' eyes narrowed, taking in her every word and mentally preparing for what she'd unveil.

"I'm not one for teasing when it comes to business deals. That's much more my goddaughter's business— however, I know you all are very familiar with her brand of business," Damon's icy eyes widened as he realized that Desi had looked familiar in a way he couldn't explain.

The quirk of her dark brow, the mischievous glint in her dark eyes, the playful smile that always played on her full lips. There was only one other person in the entire world that he knew had those qualities in spades.

Katherine Pierce.

Stefan was next to realize what exactly the dark haired woman was insinuating, and as soon as he had connected the dots, the likeness was uncanny. Godmother? Stefan wasn't so sure, they looked almost like sisters. And that's when the brooding younger Salvatore realized why they all hadn't noticed the similarities.

Desislava had blasted them with her Succubi charm the minute she knocked on the door. There was no way to properly study someone when your mind was a pheromonal mess.

She had planned her entrance so that she could be the one to share that information. The question remained as to why.

Desislava stood up gracefully as the brothers both did, both nearly snarling at her, and yet her face remained blank.

She sighed as if they were unruly children who needed to be scolded, brushing a loose lock of brown hair behind her ear daintily before bluntly stating, "Salvatores, if I desired to hurt you, I would have when I came in. You have no way to kill me, and trust me when I say that any 'torture' you could afflict on me would feel like BDSM compared to what my witch did to me. Please take a seat, like adults, so we can discuss my offer."

Damon practically recoiled at her sharp tone. "No offense, gorgeous, but your family has a tendency to be two-faced manipulators and I pride myself on not making the same mistake twice."

Desi's thick brow arched loftily, "And you both wanting to be with Katerina's double isn't making a the same mistake twice?"

Stefan finally spoke up, "Elena is nothing like Katherine."

Desislava lowered the glass of bourbon that she was still nursing back onto the table before fixing both angry vampires with a very grim look, her dark eyes hypnotizing in their intensity.

"If Elena is lacking the Petrova fire— if she lacks the backbone that Katerina has, your human will not survive the storm that's coming to this little podunk town."

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Hi guys, I hope you enjoy the revised first of my fanfic The Other Petrova. Let me know who you're shipping in the comments!

Ciao!

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