He was supposed to get the hell out of town. He was supposed to do that before Elena turned. Now, he was sticking around to help with this new vampire hunter. What was he thinking? Damon was furious - but there was a certain vulnerability about his fury. But today he was short-tempered even by his own standards. Stefan knew from firsthand experience that Damon could make himself remarkably good company when he chose, telling outrageous stories and jokes until the most prejudiced and taciturn of passengers would laugh in spite of themselves. But today, he was off his rocker.
"What do you plan on doing, Damon?" Stefan had asked as soon as Damon opened the door.
"Well.. that vampire hunter venomjacked Tyler Lockwood of his werewolf venom, so now, he has vampire poison in a bottle." Damon turned his cold eyes on his brother. "I'm going to find him, and I'm gonna eat him." He took a sip out of his cup and muttered. "Faster I get this done, the faster I can get the hell outta town."
Stefan heard him.
Damon knew this, just by the look on his brother's face. It was a mix of confusion and hopefulness.
"Well don't look so hopeful, brother." Damon leered at him.
Stefan was about to say something, until another voice sounded.
"Glad to see a hundred and fifty years hasn't changed the two of you and your bickering."
Tight leather jacket, tight black jeans, black tank top and black heels, was all that Damon saw. But more importantly, the voice had pierced him in a place he never thought could be pierced again. Worst of all was the fact that charming girls, deceiving girls, was practically Damon's own raison d'être. It was certainly the only reason he'd been able to keep on living for the past century and a half. And yet he knew that he must not, must not even start the process with this one girl who, to him, was the jewel lying on the dungheap of humanity. To all appearances, he was perfectly in control, icy and precise, distant and disinterested.
The truth was that he was going out of his mind.
"What brings you to Mystic Falls, Celeste?" Stefan asked, raising an eyebrow.
She crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her breasts up that made Damon want to take her right then and there. It had been so long, so very long since he had that body against him and yet, he could still remember what it was like to have her near him.
"Why Damon called me, Saint Stefan." Celeste replied, winking at Damon.
It dawned on Damon then. He did call her - in his sleep. His dream consisted of her and he remembered calling out her name during the dream. He must've said it outloud too. He blinked and caught the sneaky glance that Celeste slipped him. There was an uncertainty to Celeste in that moment that Damon caught her eye. Damon wondered what it could be.
"Good luck with your date with your baby vamp of a girlfriend." Celeste called over her shoulder as she started toward where she'd appeared from. Damon followed wordlessly, passing Stefan on the way. When they reached the front of the house, Damon spotted a midnight blue crotch rocket, no doubt belonging to Celeste. She always was more like a tomboy than she was anything else.
"So, you wanna tell me what you were dreaming about when you called me?"
"I didn't know I called you."
"Of course." Celeste threw her leg over the bike and settled into the dip of the seat. "So are we going after this hunter or should we sit here and catch up on old times?" She smirked, patting the back of the seat.
Damon raised an eyebrow, one that said 'you want me to get on the back of that?'
Yes, Damon. Get on the back. Celeste's voice ran through his mind.
Let me drive. Damon's voice replied.
There was a pause, before Celeste slid - ass first, he might add - very seductively onto the back seat. He flipped his leg over and cranked the engine, which sounded more like a tiger than anything else. He felt Celeste's hands wrap themselves around his waist. Her body melted into his. He took his hand off the brake and the bike moved forward slowly at first, watching as Elena pulled up in her own car.
I take it that's the one you two are in love with. Celeste questioned.
Yep. Damon replied quickly.
He watched as Elena raised her eyebrow at him and at the one he was with. He could practically feel Celeste sending anger toward her as they sped off to find this new vampire hunter's hideout.