~One~
-Damon Salvatore-
"Stefan!"I growl, slamming the fridge lid shut and vanishing up the stairs. Inside the once stocked fridge were only empty blood bags. I wasn't in the mood for his Ripper antics. Even more so with that Princess wannabe stuck to his back.
"I swear, if you start ripping people apart again I'm not cleaning up your mess."I growl, walking into the parlor where he and Elena sat. Elena turns toward me, her giant doe eyes sparkling up at me from her place on Stefan's lap. She held the last blood bag in her hand and sucked on the IV tube like a straw, smirking at me over Stefan's shoulder.
"Calm down, Damon. It wasn't just me."Stefan chuckles, looking at me. Elena's infectious laugh only irritated me this time. They act as if I was supposed to watch out for them both and I would've for her but she made her decision. And I made mine. No more. I roll my eyes and walk toward the liquor tray, pouring myself a glass of bourbon.
"Well you and little miss blood bag over there need to go get more. I'm not supplying us all."I say, sipping the amber liquid before walking out toward the stairs.
"What's the matter, Mate? Given up on takin your brother's girl yet?"Enzo chuckles, leaning over the railing. I groan lowly and tug him over the railing by his shirt.
"Shut up, Enzo."I say dryly, stepping over him toward Rick's room. He waves me in gladly and sits at his desk, grading his college essays again. For a few minutes we sat in silence, until his annoying witchy girlfriend Jo calls. His eyes light up as he answers, standing and pacing the book shelves at the other end of the room, but all I hear is her annoying voice. My mind, on the other hand, triggered other things. Her name was Jo Parker. The last name rang a bell and damn near threw my undead heart into a fit. I smirk over the rim of my glass, sipping the liquor inside as her memory floods me.
-memory-
"Damon, I'm home."She calls, walking inside with her arms wrapped around several large brown paper grocery bags. I appear silently in the kitchen doorway behind her, watching her try to close the large front door with her foot. She laughs at herself, one of the most heavenly sounds to date, until she slips. I flash to her side, catching her before she could hit the hard wood floor, and close the door. She smiles with embarrassment, her cheeks reddening slightly, as a blood bag slides from one of the bags and onto her chest. She bites the edge of it and nods for me to pick her up. I chuckle and pick her up, carrying her into the kitchen and sit her down on the counter. She sits the bags down on either side of her, leaning into me. She drops the blood bag from her teeth into my hands and pats my cheek gently.
"Lunch."She smiles, pulling away to put the rest of the groceries away. I bite my lip, watching her move around the kitchen with things both in her hands and floating through the air to be put away with a flick of her wrist. I wrap my arms around her, kissing her neck, and make her drop the milk from its spot the air. She growls lowly and turns in my arms, looking up at me with those beautiful teal eyes of hers.
"Dammit Damon. Now I have to clean all of this up."She scorns, trying not to laugh when her heeled boots slip in the white liquid. She grips my arms to steady herself, but I had her. I kiss her tiny nose and quickly zip around the room to clean up the mess. I pick her up and sit her back on the counter, drying her boots off where she was standing in it and some of the milk exploded up the side. She slides a hand under my chin while I balance her left ankle on my knee, lifting my face up to her. She kisses me gently and smiles, pressing her forehead against mine.
"You know you make me loose concentration."She whispers, her darling little English accent tainting her words. I stand and slowly slide my hand over her neck and into her long thick black hair, pulling her close and kissing her much more forcefully. She giggles against me, her fingers gripping my shirt just over my hip.
"You really need to work on that."I whisper, chuckling faintly. She laughs and pushes me playfully, jumping down off of the counter.
"And you need to learn not to go after your brother's girl."She scorns playfully, wiggling her perfect eyebrows, wagging her black painted fingernails at me like a disappointed parent. I fake a pained look and grip her waist, pulling her into my chest.
"But you weren't his girl."I remind her, kissing her jaw. She giggles and wraps her arms around my neck.
"Yes, your Stefan was much too smart to fall in love with someone who wasn't a Katherine look alike."She teases, running her fingers up into my hair. I smirk and nod slightly.
"Let alone a beautiful witch."I whisper against her skin. She laughs again and snaps her fingers, forcing the stereo in the parlor to turn on and blast the cd of classical music I made her a few days ago. She kisses my neck and giggles when I pull her into a dance. For a while we danced around the house, making up stupid songs to the music that played, but it was ruined by her father's sudden intrusion.
"Logan!"His voice booms into the parlor as the music shuts off as if the mere vibrations of his voice slammed the stereo's OFF button much too abruptly.
-end of memory-
I shake myself out of the memory, refusing to let the pain infect me again. I realize now that Jo is related not only to the two also idiotic twin witches that go to school with Elena, but to my dearly departed Logan. I couldn't be in here either. Not today. Today was the anniversary of the day she was taken from me. The day her father not only threatened my life but hers. I quickly vanish from the room and stand in my own door way, leaning against the frame as if going inside would hinder me breathless. I push the door open and sure enough, it left me damn near suffocating. I didn't open the door to my bed room but to yet another beautiful and utterly heart wrenching memory.
-memory-
I had been sleeping in much more lately, though today the universe wasn't going to let me. I could tell by the crash emanating from down stairs seconds before low cursing . I groggily turn over, searching for Logan, and groan through a laugh when I realize it was her. I pull on a pair of jeans and walk down stairs.
"What are you doing?"I call, rounding the corner to the dining room. She sat on the floor near the window behind the long dining room table looking at something in her hands. As I venture closer I can tell it was a pile of smashed plates she held. I crouch behind her, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, and kiss her hair when the familiar iron scent of blood fills my lungs. I look at her hands and notice that she wasn't holding the glass, rather it had been stuck in her hands. I growl at myself for not noticing and pick her up, vanishing off to our bathroom upstairs. I sit her on the counter with her hands in the sink to catch the blood.
"I'm an idiot."She says so faintly even I had trouble hearing her. I hush her and run Luke warm water over her hands.
"No you're not, love."I say softly, lifting her chin to look at me. I watch tears slowly slide down her perfect face, begging me to heal her wounds both internally and externally. I wipe the tears away with my thumb and smooth her hair, humming her favorite lullaby softly as I turn my attention back to her hands. I grab a pair of tweezers and gently pick out all of the shards, putting them on the soap bowl next to the sink.
"I was trying to decorate the table for lunch."She starts softly, tears tainting her features again.
"I wanted everything to be perfect and lost concentration with everything on my mind. They fell and I tried to catch them like an idiot."She says, scorning herself.
"I'm not strong like you. Or nearly as self efficient."She says, her words choking off as more tears stream down her cheeks. I gently wash the rest of the blood from her hands and pat them dry.
"You are very strong, Logan. Don't you dare listen to your father. You're strong, smart and beautiful."I say, cupping her face in my hands. I hated the fact that her father verbally abused her for being in love with me. He made her mind race a million miles a minute so she couldn't concentrate on just one thing but refused to teach her how to handle it all because of me. So she was training herself, though sometimes she couldn't handle it all. I never minded helping her pick up the pieces.
"You just acted too quickly. You have to learn to multitask in your mind."I say, kissing her forehead.
"You'll get it, I know you will, and you'll be so proud."I say, pricking my thumb on one of the shards. She watches her skin heal as my blood consumes each wound and hugs me tight.
"I love you so much, Damon Salvatore."She says, kissing my bare chest. I smile and wrap my arms around her.
"I love you too, my dearest Logan Parker."I say, smiling. I shift and kiss her gently, pulling her off the counter.
"Get dressed. I'll go down stairs and pile the pieces on the counter."I say happily. I knew she could rebuild the plates, so that wasn't a problem. It was the fact that she smashed them in her hands because of the stress. The stress her family put on her. Today was the first lunch we'd have together with a few of her coven members and a few of our friends. She was so worried about getting them to like me that she hurt herself. It was only another reason for me to hate her father.
-end of memory-
"Damon? Is everything alright?"Elena asks, walking down the hall toward me. I roll my eyes and drain the rest of my bourbon.
"I'm hungry and someone drank all the blood."I snap, grabbing my leather jacket and brushing past her.
"Tell Stefan not to complain when I come home late covered in dinner."I call, walking out past Enzo. All these memories where killing me. Alaric wouldn't approve of how I'm coping, but he doesn't even realize he's the reason I'm dying inside. Him and his girlfriend. I mentally groan and growl the name of that stupid coven as I storm out of the boarding house.
Gemini.