The second chapter to the story Bloodline!

Author's note: Okay, so this isnt one of the best chapters, but only a prelude for the things to come ;). Hope you like it!

Morgana slid out of her bed and walked towards the window. She inhaled the fresh, unfamiliar air of the new town and absorbed the view from the little cottage she had rented. Even in the wee hours of the morning, the town was bustling with activity. The People of this town seemed to be enjoying the morning sunshine, grown-ups and kids alike. She tucked her chin in her palm and closed her eyes, enjoying the tranquillity of the moment.

"Nice PJ's, Glinda."

Morgana spun around only to find Damon leaning against her door with a mug in his hand.

"I made myself some coffee, hope you don't mind." He said unapologetically.

Morgana stared at him with disbelief. His audaciousness was getting under her skin.

"What the hell are you doing here?" said Morgana, all but snarled. "How did you get in?"

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed" he said sarcastically, before he gulped down his coffee.

Morgana planted her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes. How dare he enter her house without her permission! He had some nerve to walk into a witch's house! She raised her hand and nonchalantly made a flicking movement with her fingers making Damon fly across the room and crash against the wall.

"I compelled your housekeeper to let me in!" he said, exasperatedly. "She's still alive" he added with a roll of his eyes when he saw Morgana's green eyes ablaze with anger. He leaped up on his feet in one elegant movement and walked towards Morgana till she was toe-to-toe with him.

The air between them sizzled, Morgana could feel it. A disconcerting feeling settled in her stomach and her breathing increased by a beat. What was it about this man that left her feeling anxious and uncomfortable? He was too close to comfort and she could swear he knew the effect he was having on her. Determined to not let him win, she tilted her chin slightly and looked him straight in his eyes, his gorgeous blue-green eyes.

"I've only come here for answers" said Damon, his face only a breath apart from hers. "I'm not going to kill you…yet."

Morgana firmly placed her palm on his chest and pushed him away.

"Why are you so worried about me being here, Damon?" asked Morgana, lifting a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "I'm not here to hurt anyone."

His cocky expression turned into something serious. If it was anyone else, he wouldn't have bothered with elucidations, drinking their blood and ripping their bodies to shreds was always a more tempting option. He knew she was a strong witch and he knew that if the word got out, things could get complicated. The only reason why he didn't kill her was because he couldn't, and also because a part of him was intrigued by her, to put it mildly. It would be a pity if he would have to kill such a stunning-looking woman. Her dark hark was pulled back into a messy knot behind her neck, her large eyes were still heavy from the sleep and her mouth looked tender and delicious. Pushing all the thoughts that involved him and her getting nasty on her bed aside, he picked up her diary which lying on her table.

"This is bound to give me some answers" said Damon, his features shifting into a devilish grin.

She simply plucked it out of his hands and with a flick of her wrist made the diary fly across the room and into her cupboard.

"I'm not impressed" said Damon, his smug smile swiftly turning into a scowl. Morgana responded with a shrug of her shoulders. She could feel the frustration radiate off of him, which gave her a sadistic kind of pleasure. Tired and slightly annoyed with the way he was playing with her, she turned to face him.

"Listen to me, very carefully Damon because I am not going to repeat this twice. I've come to Mystic Falls for a reason. What you or this town is going through doesn't concern me." she said icily. "As soon as my work is done, I will be out of this town and your life." saying that, she plucked the cup of coffee out of his hands and made a sweeping gesture towards the door.

"Now if you'll excuse me…"

"Don't get your panties in a knot, Glinda" he said, raising both his hands in mock surrender. "I won't bother you anymore. However, I do want you to come to the Founder's Day bonfire tonight at the Lockwood mansion."

"I'm not very fond of parties"

"Oh come on, it's the perfect opportunity for you to meet the people" he said, draping his arm around her shoulders. "Maybe you'll find what you're looking for."

Morgana weighed her options.

"Alright, I'll try to make it" she said finally after over a minute of contemplation. She ducked under his arm and led him to the door.

"I'll see you there at 7." He said as her door closed behind him.

to be continued...

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