Damon was never really one to care who he hurt. So it was kind of surprising when he was gentle with Elena. Surprising, and hurtful. I had known him and Stefan since I was a kid. I was practically raised by them. Well, by Stefan. Damon was never really around. I sighed and walked into the house. I hated seeing them together. Sure, Elena might be with Stefan, but I knew that she liked Damon too. I could tell by the way she looks at him. Though, it was none of my business. I walked into the parlor, and went straight for the bourbon. Alcohol always made me feel better. Until it wore off, that is. I poured myself a cup, and raised it to my lips, but I didn't take a sip. I didn't get the chance. Damon had suddenly appeared and taken it from me.
"Now what is a girl like you, doing with a drink like this," he teased.
I rolled my eyes, and reached to take it back. However, he raised it above his head. Curse my height, I thought. Sighing, I crossed my arms. He was always doing this at random times. Most times, he acted like I didn't exist, except for when it benefited him. He didn't ignore me when he needed me. So I would make him leave me alone. Drive him right back to Elena. Stop!
"Really, Damon? You're going to pull the parent act," I said.
He furrowed his eyebrows like he didn't like that idea, and immediately handed the cup back. But not before drinking some of the bourbon. Then he walked away, whistling some tune. I rolled my eyes again, and took a sip myself. It was bitter, but did the trick. It was going to take only two cups to get Damon off my mind. I grabbed the bottle and went up to my room. This was going to be a long night.
I sighed as I looked out the window. The gun was sitting safely in my lap, ready to be used if I needed it. I was home alone after all. It wasn't safe to be alone at the Salvatore Boarding House. Especially with how many enemies these two have. I leaned against the window. I really didn't even know why I stayed. I loved Stefan, really. But Damon was the biggest ass. Plugs the fact that he killed my family. And yet I love him, I thought. I looked away from the window, taking another stop from the bottle in my hand. This was probably the third bottle I had tonight. Damon would kill me for drinking all his bourbon. I lifted the gun. If he could get me, that is. Ever since my accident a few weeks ago, I haven't really talked to any vampires. I trained with Alaric on how to kill them, if I needed to.
Suddenly, I heard the front door open, and I quickly scrambled to clean up. I hid my gun, threw the bottles away, hid the half fill one, and jumped into bed. Seconds later, there was a knock at my door. It opened and Elena called my name. Instead of answering, I fake snored. She sighed.
"See Damon? She's fine," she said.
Damon sighed. He sounded... relieved. The door closed, but I stayed the way I was. Damon was worried about me? I smiled. He never really acted like he carted about me. I turned onto my back, and looked toward my door. However, all I saw was blue eyes staring back. I screamed and scrambled off the bed.
"What the hell, Damon?!" I exclaimed.
He sat up, smirking. Like this was normal for him. Somehow, I didn't doubt that he woke up in a different women's bed each morning. I shivered at the thought. Wait, I thought, did he know I was faking? I shook my head. He couldn't have. But him and Elena just got back, why is he in here?
"What do you want?"
He swung his feet off the bed, before using his vampire speed to stand in front of me. I gasped and stepped back on impulse. The last time a vampire did that to me, I almost died. So I refused to look Damon in the eye.
"Lets go Sleeping Beauty. We've got work to do."