Nobody in the world
Chapter 2: How did you know
Author's note: I own nothing except for my mistakes. Also, I forgot to mention that this story takes place at season 6. However, I'm not actively following the story events. Since it isn't necessary for my story. I also re-uploaded the first chapter to fix some stupid grammar mistakes. So, no need to check it out. There is nothing new in there. Now, let's get on with the story, shall we?
"Rise and shine, pumpkin." Ava groaned and slowly opened her eyes, releasing a loud scream as Damon hung right over her head. When she had calmed down, she roughly smacked his arm, "Damon!" Ava yelled angrily but all Damon did was just smirk as he leaned back again.
"Made you breakfast." He said as he held up the plate with waffles. Ava yawned and awkwardly came up to sit up straight, wiggling as she tried to move her ankle.
She gratefully took the plate and thanked him, and he sat down again. Ava looked up and stared into his gorgeous eyes with no expression and after a few seconds of silence she said: "Are you just going to sit there and stare?"
Damon nodded with a smirk, "Pretty much, yes." Ava raised her eyebrows in awkwardness and slowly nodded, focusing back on the waffles. "Okay.." she mumbled and then quickly took a bite, trying not to make a sound of satisfaction at how good it tasted. "This is great!" She said with a smile and he smiled a little. "Well, what can I say, I had a lot of practice."
"Are you a cook?" Ava guessed but Damon shook his head, "I'm currently not working. Just enjoying life." He said with a big smile and Ava nodded understandingly. "Life is too short not to live it to its fullest anyway." She said and finished her waffle.
"That's why I chose to become a photographer. You get to work without actually working. I can visit places and get payed for it." She said and Damon nodded in understanding as well.
"Look, I'm really grateful for what you and your brother did last night, but really, you can go now if you want, Damon. I feel way safer already, so thank you for that." Damon nodded and then stood up, "Stefan's on his way, wanted a few words with you."
Ava's eyebrows scrunched up in confusion, "Why?" Damon smirked, "I don't know, why don't you ask him. See you." And with that, he disappeared out of the room.
With a sigh, Ava slowly got out of bed, hopping on one leg to the bathroom and she took a quick shower of a few minutes, not knowing how long it would take Stefan to be here. Ava quickly put on some clothing, a simple pair of black jeans with a warm comfy grey sweater. After all, it was autumn, and the cold started to return.
As for the makeup, she only put on some mascara and did her hair up in a messy ponytail. She heard a car pull up on her driveway and figured it must be Stefan, so she carefully walked off the stairs and when she was down, the doorbell rang.
She opened the door with a smile but it soon fell off her face when she saw it wasn't Stefan. There stood a guy with a broad smirk on his face, "Hello, sister." Ava's heart started to race and quickly pushed the door close, but as expected he was stronger than her, and hearing one last bang, she was knocked out and darkness consumed her.
With a loud groan she woke up, reaching her hand to her head that was aching painfully. As she opened her eyes, her vision was a little blurry, but it soon focused again. She tried to make out where she was. Living room, that much was clear. Feeling the soft fabric underneath her indicated she must be lying on her couch. Ava fixed her gaze right in front of her, and there her brother sat, tied to one of her dining chairs, in front of her fireplace.
"Hey, how are you doing?" Ava looked to her left in surprise and saw Stefan standing over there. Thank god, he seemed to have arrived in time to save her from her brother. Her eyes drifted to the right and there she saw Damon, sitting on her dining table, a thick worry line crossed on his face, every feature on it turning dead serious.
"I'm.. okay, I guess." Ava said, answering Stefan's question. Her eyes drifted back again to her brother tied up, he seemed to be unconscious. "Ava, do you by any chance know this guy?" Stefan gently asked as he took a seat next to her on the couch.
Ava swallowed, "Yes, I do. He's my older brother, Jason." Damon quickly rose up, and neared the two of them. "Your brother? As the guy who just tried to break into your house last night?" He said and Ava's eyes widened in surprise, "What?"
Stefan released a sigh and Ava could catch him shooting a disapproving glare at Damon and then turned to Ava. "What does your brother want from you, Ava?" Stefan asked but Ava averted her eyes, "What he wants from me doesn't matter. What we should wonder, however, is how he found me."
"What do you mean, how he found you? Why are you running away from him?" Damon said, clearly confused.
Ava shook her head and stood up and was about to walk to the kitchen when she noticed the blood on Damon's t-shirt, "Did he fight you?" Ava asked and Damon looked down at the blood and then back up again, "More like danced around like a ballerina and then got his ass whooped." Damon smirked and Ava shook her head, releasing a humorless laugh.
She continued her walk to the kitchen and took a knife out of the drawer and walked back to the living room. "All jokes aside, he needs to die." Ava said, trying to sound as confident as she could but silently freaking out on the inside.
Stefan rose up, "I think you should give that a second thought, Ava." Ava's eyes drifted to Stefan and as she was distracted Damon quickly grabbed the knife out of her hands. "I'll keep that one for safe keeping." He said with a smile and Ava sighed in frustration.
"Look, guys. I really appreciate all of this, but I have to do this. You don't know what my brother did to me, to my family. I have to kill him. I am so sick of running. You don't have to be a witness of this, you could just give me back my knife and I'll handle this." Ava said and waited in silence as the two brothers made eye contact. She saw them nod at each other and Damon walked away, putting back the knife and took the wooden plank that stood against the wall, waiting to be thrown away.
He walked over to the two of them again, Ava following his every move, wondering what he was up to. Damon broke the plank in two and stood right in front of Ava.
His face came nearer and she could feel his breath starting to tickle her neck. She closely looked into his eyes, and she felt her breathing becoming irregular and her heart speeding up with the closeness of his presence. Damon smirked and pushed the wooden piece against her stomach, and Ava grabbed it.
He then slowly backed away, keeping his respective distance. "You might want to try it with this, pumpkin. Aim straight for the heart." Damon said and Ava's face scrunched up in confusion. "Why with this wood? Why not with the knife, that doesn't make sense, Damon."
"Should have done your research. If you did, you would have known that only a wooden stake can kill a vampire." Damon smugly said and his face turned into a huge smirk. He knew. They both knew. But how in the world did they know about the existence of vampires?