Harpers, Meet the Salvatores

Chapter 2:

Damon and Stefan talked for a little while when the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Berta!" Charlie said.

Berta crossed the room down the hall. "Zippy!"

Alan ran into the living room. "That's probably Jake."

He opened the door. "Stefan?"

Stefan smiled. "Sorry. I wasn't sure if I had to knock or not."

"Oh, no. Just come and go as you please."

"Yeah, just like Alan." Charlie said.

Just as Alan was about to close the door, he heard, "Hey dad."

"Jake!" He smiled. "What's up?"

"Not much." Jake walked in and to his room.

"Hello, Judith."

"Who are they?"

"Oh, Stefan and Damon Salvatore. They're going to be staying here for a little while."

"Oh." Judith waved. "Hi."

Stefan smiled and shook her hand. "Stefan."

Damon just waved from across the room.

Judith instantly disliked something about Damon. As she was walking back to her car she whispered to Alan, "Keep that one away from Jake. I don't need another Charlie around our son."

"I will." Alan promised. "Bye."

Damon smirked and turned to Charlie. "I don't think she likes me."

"Judith doesn't like anyone."

"Then why is she married?"

"She needed someone to do the chores."

"Ah." Damon nodded.

"That's not true!" Alan argued. "It takes more than just that to please Judith."

"Yes, Alan, and obviously while you were married you couldn't figure it out."

Damon, Stefan, Berta and Charlie laughed.

"Very funny, Charlie." Alan said sarcastically.

A few hours later, Jake walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Where is everyone? He thought.

Whatever. He opened the fridge and got out a plate of leftover pizza. When he closed the door, he jumped back in surprise to see Damon leaning against the counter.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

"Who are you?"

"Damon Salvatore."

Jake nodded. "Did Uncle Charlie bang your wife or something?"

"What?"

"Don't feel bad, it happens all the time. Could you wait to kick his ass until after I go back upstairs? I don't really want to clean up afterwards."

Damon took the plate out of Jake's hand and set it on the table, sitting down in one of the chairs and laughed. "No, my brother and I are staying here for a while."

"Why?"

He motioned for Jake to sit and pushed the plate towards him when he did. Jake took a slice and began eating. "We just moved here."

"So where is everybody?"

"Alan took Stefan…somewhere," He shrugged. "And your uncle Charlie is at some bar. Isn't a little early for that?"

"What time is it?"

Damon looked at his watch. "Almost 5."

"Then no." Jake shook his head and bit into his pizza.

Damon laughed.

"So why did Uncle Charlie agree to this?"

"We made a bet while he was drunk."

Jake nodded. "That makes sense."

"I handle alcohol a little better than Charlie."

Jake laughed. "Then you must be pretty good."

"Yep." Damon smirked at him.

The doorbell rang and neither Damon nor Jake made a move to answer it. It rang again.

"Berta!" Jake yelled.

"I'm not cleaning it up, tater head."

Jake rolled his eyes.

Damon laughed. "Could you get the door, please?"

"Of course." The door opened and Damon heard a "What do you want?"

A young girl said, "I'm here to see Jake."

"Kitchen." He heard Berta's footsteps go down the hall.

A girl, maybe about 15 with dark hair and blue eyes walked in. "Jake?"

"Oh, hey Jamie." Jake got up and wiped his hands on his pants. "What's up?"

Damon rolled his eyes. Has Charlie taught this kid nothing?

"Oh. Jamie, this is Damon. My uncle Charlie lost a bet."

She nodded and smiled at Damon.

"So where are you two headed?" Damon asked.

Jake shrugged. "I don't know. Bowling Alley."

Damon stood up and reached for his wallet. He handed Jake a 100 and walked out of the room. As he passed, he whispered, "Take her to the mall and buy her whatever she wants."

"Wait, why?"

Damon smirked and grabbed Jake's arm. "Excuse us, Jamie."

She smiled.

He took Jake in the living room. "Okay, here's the deal. If you offer to buy the girl what she wants, you'll be able to see what kind of person she is. And that'll score you more points."

"Ah."

Charlie, Alan and Stefan walked in the door.

"Thanks, Damon." Jake said. "You're almost better than Uncle Charlie."

Him and Jamie left.

"Hey," Alan said as they walked past. "Where are you going?"

"Out." Jake siad and shut the door.

Damon luahged.

"Hold on a minute!" An obvious drunk Charlie slurred. "You're better than me? How did that happen?"

Damon shrugged. "The kid has promise."

"Hold on," Alan said. "What exactly did you say to him?"

"Just a little friendly advise on women."

"Damon…" Stefan shook his head.

"What? It's not like I was teaching him how to get prostitutes."

"Yeah!" Charlie pointed at Damon. "That's my job, Mister!"

Alan rolled his eyes.

A/N: K, I'm sort of low on imagination fuel here, so any suggestions would be greatly appreaciated. Lol :D Thanks for reading!