In Supernatural TV/Vampire Diaries with The Force as the Chosen One

The moon hung full and bloated over the ruins of Fairchild plantation, its silver light illuminating the destruction like a macabre spotlight.

Where once stood an antebellum mansion, now lay only splintered wood, broken stone, and centuries of history reduced to rubble.

A figure materialized at the edge of the property, her silhouette slender against the moonlit sky.

Katherine Pierce surveyed the devastation with a practiced pout, dark eyes calculating beneath the veneer of concern she'd adopted.

Behind her stood dozens of townspeople, their expressions vacant, eyes glassy with compulsion. Men and women of all ages, standing unnaturally still, awaiting commands like mannequins briefly animated by dark magic.

"Oh, Damon," Katherine sighed dramatically, pressing the back of her hand to her forehead in mock distress. "What have you gotten yourself into this time?"

She approached the ruins, her movements graceful despite the stiletto heels that should have sunk into the soft earth.

With a casual flick of her wrist, wind began to swirl around the debris. The breeze strengthened to a focused gale that lifted broken beams and shattered stone, casting them aside as if they weighed nothing.

"One of the perks of age," she murmured to herself, directing the wind with elegant gestures. "Though I really should thank whoever taught me this trick back in Prague. What was his name? Viktor? Vilhelm?" She shrugged. "Whoever. I drained him dry afterward anyway."

The compelled townspeople remained motionless as Katherine continued excavating.

The wind under her control grew stronger, more precise, targeting specific areas where her senses detected the faintest trace of Damon's presence.

After several minutes, her hearing caught it – a faint, irregular breathing beneath tons of wreckage. With focus, she directed her power toward the sound.

"Found you," she sing-songed, as a final gust cleared away the remaining debris.

What lay revealed made even Katherine, with her centuries of witnessing horror, pause momentarily.

Damon's body was barely recognizable – charred black from head to toe, skin cracked and peeling to reveal raw tissue beneath.

Only the faintest rise and fall of his chest indicated he still existed at all.

Katherine crouched beside him, reaching out with hesitant fingers. As she touched his ruined skin, a chill of mingled fear, ecstasy, and hope raced down her spine.

"What in the world did this to you?" she whispered, genuine curiosity in her voice. Her fingertips came away with flakes of charred flesh and something else – a residual energy that made her skin tingle unpleasantly.

Katherine brought her fingers to her nose, inhaling deeply. Her eyes widened.

"It's... gone," she murmured in disbelief. "The magic is almost completely burned out of you."

She had seen staked vampires, beheaded vampires, vampires burned by sunlight and consumed by fire.

But this was different.

Whatever had struck Damon had targeted the very essence of what made him immortal – the dark magic itself.

"Well," Katherine said, recovering her composure with practiced ease. "Isn't this interesting?"

She rose gracefully, turning to her compelled audience. With a snap of her fingers, a middle-aged man stepped forward mechanically.

"Come here, sweetheart," Katherine beckoned, her voice honey-sweet. "Damon needs a little pick-me-up."

She grabbed the man's wrist, slicing it open with a manicured nail before pressing it against Damon's blackened lips. When no response came, she frowned, then forcibly opened his jaw.

"Don't be difficult," she chided, manipulating his throat to make him swallow. "You need to heal."

The blood dribbled mostly down his chin, his body too damaged to respond properly. Katherine clicked her tongue in annoyance.

"More direct measures, then."

She bit into the man's neck, drinking briefly before pressing her own blood-filled mouth to Damon's in a grotesque parody of a kiss.

She repeated this process, forcing the blood into him until finally, his throat moved in a weak swallow.

"There we go," she cooed, patting his cheek. "That's a good boy."

She motioned for another townsperson to approach, then another. One by one, she fed them to Damon, sometimes using her mouth as the conduit, other times managing to get him to drink directly as his basic vampiric instincts slowly reawakened.

As the sixth victim crumpled lifelessly to the ground, Katherine settled herself comfortably beside Damon's gradually healing form.

His skin remained severely damaged, but beneath the char, tissues were slowly knitting back together.

"You know," she began conversationally, as if chatting with a conscious companion, "you really are a fool, Damon Salvatore."

She adjusted her position, resting her chin on her hands as she studied his ruined face.

"A beautiful, useful fool, but a fool nonetheless. Over a century and a half chasing after me?" She laughed, the sound like crystal bells in the night air. "It's pathetic. And yet..."

Katherine trailed a finger down his chest, leaving a line in the soot covering his skin.

"I do enjoy it. The way you've never given up. Following every breadcrumb I've left across the decades, turning over every stone to find a way to free me from a tomb I was never in."

Her smile was genuine, if predatory. "That kind of devotion is hard to find these days."

She summoned another compelled victim, repeating the feeding process.

"And all while knowing I was with your brother too." Katherine's eyes glittered with amusement. "At least you knew. Poor Stefan needed some... persuasion." She emphasized the last word with a smirk. "He was so righteous, so moral. Breaking that was half the fun."

Katherine stretched languidly, catlike in her movements.

"You know what your problem is, Damon? Besides the obvious obsession with me?" She tapped his chest accusingly. "You've never explored what you're truly capable of. So many young vampires don't. They get caught up in the feeding, the sex, the petty manipulations – never realizing there's so much more."

She gestured to the wind that still swirled gently around them, keeping the night air circulating.

"You're talented, you know. I could always sense it. The way you draw power from the dark magic that makes us what we are. You're stronger than vampires twice your age should be. Did you know that? You could probably take on someone four centuries old if you really tried."

Katherine leaned closer, as if sharing a secret.

"You could have developed an elemental affinity by now if you'd bothered to try. I wonder what yours would be." She tilted her head, considering. "Fire, probably. You've always been good at destruction."

She laughed softly.

"Yes, fire suits you. People want to get close, feel your warmth and passion, but get too close and they burn. Yet not close enough and they freeze in your indifference."

Katherine's expression turned contemplative. "You're too clingy though. Not assertive enough. Maybe that's changed over the years, but I bet if I stood in front of you while you were awake, you'd melt like a puddle and become my little boy toy again."

She stroked his hair, grimacing when her fingers came away covered in ash.

"But that's also why I keep coming back to you, my little cucky. So devoted. So reliable." Her voice dripped with condescension. "Not like Stefan. Now there was a man who took control. Put his morals above his very nature. That takes strength."

Katherine glanced toward the moon, now high overhead.

"Speaking of assertive... that Lucien boy." She clicked her tongue appreciatively. "Quite the possessive little thing, isn't he? Those eyes. I know that look."

She fed Damon another victim, noting with satisfaction that his swallowing had become stronger, more instinctive.

"Do you have any idea how difficult it's been to observe him?" she continued, wiping blood from the corner of her mouth. "Of course you don't. You don't know anything."

Katherine sighed dramatically.

"He sensed me at that fair, you know. Immediately. I had to consult witches afterward to find out how far away I needed to stay, and let me tell you – it's far. In both space and time."

She began pacing, her movements agitated for the first time.

"The only way I could watch him was through others. Compel random people to observe and report back. Even then, I could only visit places he'd been days after he'd left."

She shook her head in frustration. "Do you know what those witches called him? 'Born from nature itself.' The Son of Nature."

Her voice dropped to a reverent whisper as she repeated: "The Son of Nature."

Katherine returned to Damon's side, checking his healing progress. The char had begun to flake away in places, revealing raw pink skin beneath.

"You know why I ran? Why I didn't spend the next few decades playing with you and Stefan?" She paused, considering her words carefully. Her fingers reached toward Damon's temple, probing gently with her mind to ensure he was still deeply unconscious.

Satisfied, she continued in a lower voice.

"I'm running from someone. A god, Damon. His name is Klaus." The name itself seemed to make her shiver. "Klaus comes from a family of gods – the ones who originated our vampire species. Well, a branch of it. The older branch's creator is unknown – some think their god has died."

Katherine's expression darkened.

"How I wish my god was dead too."

She summoned another victim, mechanically feeding Damon while continuing her monologue.

"We vampires have more power than most realize. Even most vampires don't understand it." Katherine's eyes gleamed with ancient knowledge. "Take compulsion. People think it's just mind control, but it's so much more. So, so much more."

She gestured expansively.

"When we compel a human to love us, or hate someone – don't you realize that's physically impossible for humans? They can't simply decide to stop fearing something, or start loving something. Their brains don't work that way."

Katherine's voice grew more intense.

"Or when we compel them to do something against their will, and their bodies obey while their minds scream in protest? When we erase memories with a thought? Humans can't do that."

She leaned closer to Damon, as if imparting a great secret.

"The true reason witches hate us isn't just our immortality. Witches can live forever with the right spells, and no one complains about that. It's not just racism, though that's certainly part of it."

Katherine's voice dropped to a whisper.

"It's because vampires can alter reality with our compulsion. On a small scale, yes, but we can bend the natural laws that witches serve."

She stood, pacing again as she continued.

"And Klaus... with his age, with the blood he's consumed..." She shuddered visibly. "Did you know that, Damon? The more blood a vampire drinks, the stronger they become? If they can store the power, that is, not let it dissipate."

Katherine's hands trembled slightly as she described him.

"Klaus can alter the weather with a word. Cause heart attacks from miles away. Transform into lightning itself and strike the world with his wrath."

Her voice had lost its playful edge, replaced by genuine terror. "He'll catch me eventually. I can't run from my wrathful god forever."

Katherine crouched beside Damon again, her expression uncharacteristically vulnerable as she rested her chin in her hands, face pouty and sad – a practiced mask that couldn't quite hide the real fear beneath.

"But that may end soon," she whispered, her voice regaining strength. "I know what to do now. The only way to defeat a god is to find another, worship another, be saved by another."

She rose to her feet suddenly, hugging herself as her expression transformed.

"The Son of Nature," she breathed, eyes wide with fervor. "Nature is where Klaus gets his power. But Lucien... how powerful do you think my little Lulu will become, Damon?"

Katherine's body trembled slightly with excitement.

"You've already experienced his young wrath. Thirteen years old, completely new to his powers, and he's burning magic itself."

She gestured to Damon's charred form. "Imagine what he could do to Klaus. Burn away his powers, leave him mortal – at my mercy."

Her expression took on a dreamy, ecstatic quality as she imagined it.

"I'll have my protective god," she promised herself. "I'll shape him to my will. I just need time."

Katherine closed her eyes, swaying slightly.

"When he's older," she moaned softly, "I'll worship properly. I'll climb atop him, worship every inch, lick every bit of that body, hear his divine moans, taste his sacred blood."

Her voice grew breathier, more intense.

"I'll pray his name and have him call mine in return. My god, my protector from all evil, all the other evil gods in this world."

Katherine's eyes snapped open, suddenly cold and calculating again.

"I'll sacrifice you and Stefan at his altar if needed," she stated matter-of-factly. "My new god is possessive – he shares that trait with me. It's quite easy to see. I see that look in the mirror everyday after all. If being his alone means freedom from all that can harm me, then I'll make that sacrifice."

She tilted her head, studying Damon's form. His fingers had begun to twitch, eyelids fluttering slightly – signs of returning consciousness.

"Ah, it seems my personal therapy session is over," Katherine said, her voice returning to its usual playful cadence. "Thanks for being my venting wall, Damon. You're such a good listener when you're mostly dead."

She stood gracefully, brushing dirt from her jeans.

"Don't worry about the mess," she added, gesturing to the bodies strewn around them. "I'm sure you'll find a creative way to explain it. You always do."

As Damon's eyes began to open, Katherine's form shimmered and dissolved, transforming into a swarm of bats that scattered into the night sky.

Their wings beat a rhythm against the darkness as they disappeared into the distance, leaving Damon alone amidst carnage and destruction.

His charred lips moved weakly, forming a single word as consciousness returned:

"Katherine..."

Having dreamt of her through it all.

The moon continued its silent journey across the sky, indifferent to the horrors it illuminated below.

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(Author note: Hello everyone! I hope you all liked the chapter.

Do tell me how you found Katherine.

Man, I can't wait to write Lucien getting with Elena, and how pissed Katherine becomes. It will be GLORIOUS! 

I hope you guys are looking forward to that too.

Well, I hope to see you all later,

Bye!)