OMG! 5 reviews, I don't think I've ever gotten that many reviews on one chapter once, especially not the first one. Hehe, that's awesome. Anywhore I have a question, when should I make Alison a vampire? Cause I want her to turn before Caroline, but I don't want to make it too soon. So what do you all think?
Alison Gilbert = Alexandra Chando
"When people see good, they expect good. And I don't want to have to live up to anyone's expectations."
~Damon Salvatore
Alison walked out of her bedroom, her over the shoulder black bag hung on her shoulder, her keys hanging from her belt loop of her shorts. She pulled her hair up into a high ponytail as she kicked her door shut behind her.
"Come on, let's go, we're going to be late." Alison tugged on Elena's hair lightly as she passed by her sister. Elena held up a finger, signaling Alison to wait as she fixed her hair.
"Hey, do I look adult? As in respectfully parental?" Jenna asked as she entered the hallway, all dressed up in her nicer clothes.
"Depends on where you're going." Alison rolled her eyes as the two spoke, leaning up against the railing.
"Jeremy's parent-teacher conference. Hair up or down?" Jenna asked as she pulled her hair up into a ponytail.
"Sexy stewardess." Elena commented with a grin. Jenna let her hair down waiting for an opinion.
"Boozy housewife," Alison commented sharply. "Can we go now?" Alison looked to her younger sister with a raised eyebrow.
"One second, where's Jeremy?" Elena asked her aunt.
"He left early. Something about getting to wood shop early to finish a birdhouse." Jenna waved them off as she pulled her hair up. She paused as if just realizing something. "There is no wood shop, is there?" Jenna asked with a sigh.
"Nope, you got played, we got to go. Bye." Alison grabbed Elena's hand and dragged her little sister out the door with her.
"Why are you in a rush to get to school anyway?" Elena asked, yanking her hand out of Alison's iron grip so she could open up the passenger door to Alison's car.
"Because," Alison ducked into her seat and straightened out her rearview mirror before looking over at her little sister. "I don't like Mr. Tanner, and he doesn't like me which means he'll give me a week's worth of detention if I'm even a minute late, and I can't have that." Alison turned her key in the ignition and pulled out of the driveway of the Gilbert residence.
"Okay, and since when have you cared about getting detention…" Elena trailed off as her face lite up in realization. "You met someone!" She suddenly shouted, making Alison cringe at her sister's loudness.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Alison rolled her eyes as she turned a corner.
"Oh you so did, you don't wanna get in trouble because then you won't get to see him after school," Alison glared at her sister as she pulled up to a stop light. "Am I wrong?" Elena raised an eyebrow, with a wide grin.
"No comment." Alison looked straight out the front window as she started driving once more on their way to school. Elena smirked in accomplishment, but kept silent the rest of the way to school.
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Alison jogged down the hallways of the school, any other day she wouldn't mind being late for tanner's class but she really didn't feel like spending the afternoon in detention and miss out on running into a certain blue eyed hottie after school. Though she would never admit that, cause then she'd have to admit that Elena was right.
"Ali, wait!" Alison rolled her eyes as she heard Tyler call her, and footsteps approach her. "Now you're ignoring me! Ali, I thought we were past that!"
"Go away, Tyler!" Alison shouted over her shoulder as she took a sharp turn. A few more steps and she'd be safely in the contents of Mr. Tanner's classroom.
"Alison." A hand wrapped around her arm and turned her to face Tyler. Alison quickly snatched back her arm and glared at Tyler.
"What! I'm going to be late." She snapped.
"Since when have you ever cared about being late to a class?" Tyler asked. Alison scoffed, shaking her head. Was it so hard to believe that Alison didn't want to be late to class?
"Since it was the alternative to talking to you, now if that's all…" Alison trailed off turning to walk away from the Lockwood before her.
"Wait," Alison sighed out in defeat and turned her head to him, waiting for him to say what he wanted to say. "Are you going to the comet tonight?" he asked, almost nervously.
"You're looking kind of nervous Ty, last time you were like that around me was…" Alison trailed off as everything seemed to make sense. "Oh, no!" She spoke sharply raising a hand to stop him.
"Alison, come on." Tyler said desperately.
"How could even begin to think about asking me out, after everything you did?" Alison shouted, in disbelief. Suddenly a teacher stuck there head out into the hallway and hushed them violently. Alison snapped her attention to Mrs. Hugh, the world history teacher, and glared. "Oh, bite me."
"Alison," Tyler grabbed both of Alison's hands gently making her look at him. Alison looked over to him wide eyed, her eyes traveling down to their hands, not wanting to let go, but wanting to let go at the same time. "I'm sorry, okay, I don't know what I was thinking with Vicky, I want you, all I want is you."
Alison stared at him, almost believing everything that was coming out of his stupid mouth, almost. Alison quickly snatched back her hands and glared at the ground. "You should've thought of that four months ago."
"Mr. Lockwood. Ms. Gilbert," The two broke away from their intense stare down to see the principal standing there. "My office, now." Alison only rolled her eyes and followed, while Tyler traveled father behind the two watching Alison as she walked, and talked with the principal, her sassy remarks bringing a smirk to his face.
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Caroline and Bonnie sat in the comfy plush chairs that were lined up outside of the principal's office, waiting for Alison to come out.
"Wait so I'm confused, are you psychic or clairvoyant?" Caroline asked, turning in her seat so she was facing Bonnie.
"Technically, Grams say I'm a witch. My ancestors were these really cool Salem witch chicks or something. Grams tried to explain it all, but she was looped on the liquor so I kinda tuned out. Crazy family, yes. Witches? I don't think so."
The two jumped up out of their seats when the clicking noise of the door opening filled the air, then out walked an annoyed looking Alison as Tyler followed her like a lost puppy.
"Alison, I said I was sorry."
"Oh, no you don't, leave." Caroline stepped in front of Caroline and pointed the other way sternly, telling Tyler silently to walk away before he regretted messing with Alison. Tyler glanced over Caroline and looked at Alison who only ignore him and looked down at the ground.
"Fine, but Alison," Alison lanced up at him, not emotion in her eyes. "I really am sorry." Then he turned and left. As soon he was out of sight Alison let out a slow deep breath and fell into a seat.
"Are you okay?" Bonnie asked, sitting down next to her and rubbing Alison's arm.
"I'm fine." Alison muttered getting up and walking away from the two, not really wanting to be around people at the moment. As she pushed through all the kids that crowded the hallway she saw him. She saw Damon. A small smile formed on her lips as she went to go walk up to him, but Stefan stepped in front of her.
"Hey, Alison, you weren't in class today." Alison looked over Stefan's shoulder not seeing Damon anywhere. She sighed and focused her attention back onto Stefan.
"Yeah, I was called down to the principal's office." Alison waved it off like it was no big deal looking around more to see if Damon was anywhere in sight.
"Are you looking for someone?" Stefan asked placing a hand on Alison's shoulder. She looked back at him, debating whether or not to tell him.
"No," She finally said with a sigh. "Um, but I do have to get to class, I'll see you later Stef." She waved to him before turning and walking to class confusion on her face. Where had he disappeared to?
…
Jeremy Gilbert stormed up to Tyler who was standing by a gate with two other girls, obviously flirting with them. By the scowl present on Jeremy's face, he was obviously pissed off.
"Hey, Tyler, so I heard about your little apology stunt with Alison earlier." Jeremy spoke with a sarcastic smile. The Lockwood boy glared at the youngest of the Gilbert's.
"It wasn't a stunt."
"Oh, really, so should I go tell Vicky that you two are over, cause she thinks that you two are still a thing." Jeremy said, only further fueling Tyler's anger.
"I'm gonna kick your ass." Tyler muttered, his fist clenched so hard his knuckles were white.
"Yeah, you keep saying that, but when are you actually gonna do it? Huh? Cause I vote for right here, right now." Jeremy taunted heatedly, shoving Tyler back into the fence further proving how he wanted to fight. Tyler glared at Jeremy, about ready to rip his head off, but that was until he saw Alison watching them, her arms crossed, daring Tyler to try anything.
"Walk away, Gilbert. It's your final warning." Tyler warned.
"No, this is your final warning, dick. I'm sick of watching you play both my sister, and Vicki. If you hurt either of them one more time, I swear to God, I will kill you." Jeremy threatened before turning and stalking off.
"Jeremy," Alison caught her little brother's arm, forcing him to stop and look at her. "Thank you," She smiled softly, which Jeremy returned.
"Wow, are you actually thanking me for something? Are you sure you're my sister?" Jeremy joked, causing Alison to laugh as she punched his shoulder lightly.
"Way to ruin the moment, idiot," The two laughed before Alison turned serious once more. "But seriously, Jer, thank you."
"I'm your brother Ali, it's my job, you don't have to thank me." Alison sighed and leant back up against the wall.
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They're gonna clean up your looks
With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you
Because they sleep with a gun
And keep an eye on you, son
So they can watch all the things you do
Because the drugs never work
They're gonna give you a smirk
'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean
They're gonna rip up your heads,
Your aspirations to shreds
Another cog in the murder machine
One headphone was stuck in Alison's ear, while other hung on it, filling her ears and kitchen with her music. She had pencil marking all over her hands as she worked on the outline of her new drawing, she couldn't tell what it was yet, but it looked like the starting of girl's face.
They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
The boys and girls in the clique
The awful names that they stick
You're never gonna fit in much, kid
But if you're troubled and hurt
What you got under your shirt
Will make them pay for the things that they did
Alison glanced up when she felt another presence by her and perked up when she saw it was Elena. Alison quickly closed up her sketch book tossing it to the side before pulling out her headphones.
"Hey, 'Lena, wait up!" She jumped up out of her seat and caught Elena's arm before she could leave the house. Elena looked back at her sister confused and closed the door slowly. "Where are you going?"
"To the grill, to meet up with Bonnie and Caroline." Elena answered slowly, eyeing her sister with suspicion. "Why?"
"I'll drive you." Alison decided with a nod, and grabbed her keys off the hook they hung on by the door before exiting.
"Why?" Elena repeated, following her sister slowly.
"Because I wanna hang out with you guys." Alison answered like it was the most obvious thing ever as she got into her car, before leaning over and opening up the passenger door with a smile. Elena slowly climbed into the seat while looking at her sister like she was some sort of Alien.
"You wanna hang out with me? And my friends?" Alison rolled her eyes as she started up the car and backed out of the driveway.
"I don't know if you realized this, but they are my friends too." Alison shrugged her shoulders. Elena studied the side of Alison's face before a wide smirk spread a crossed her face.
"Is this about that mystery guy again?" Elena asked, with a teasing tone.
"Ugh, Elena, drop it." Alison groaned hitting her head on the steering wheel once.
"Can I at least get a name?" Elena pushed. Alison glared at Elena silently. "I guess not." Elena sighed, deciding to drop the matter for now.
When the two arrived at the grill, they saw Bonnie and Caroline sitting at a small table outside of the diner. They all slowly eased into a conversation about Stefan and Elena, and Bonnie being a witch, any and everything.
"Well, I was talking to grams, and she said the comet is a sign of impending doom. The last time it passed over Mystic Falls, there was lots of death. So much blood and carnage, it created a bed of paranormal activity." Bonnie explained.
"Yeah, and then you poured Gram another shot and she told you about the aliens," Caroline said sarcastically before turning to Elena expectantly. "So then what?" Caroline asked prompting Elena to continue on with what happened between her and Stefan last night.
"So then nothing." Elena shrugged.
"You and Stefan talked all night? There was no sloppy first kiss or touchy feely of any kind?" Caroline asked, desperate for more details.
"Nope. We didn't go there."
"Not even a handshake? I mean, Elena, we are your friends. Ok? You are supposed to share the smut." Caroline spoke frantically waving her hands around for emphasis.
"Gross, Care," Alison shook her head, before turning to Elena with a serious face. "Feel free not to share the 'smut' with me."
"Will do." Elena nodded.
"Ok, what is with the blockage? Just jump his bones already! Ok, it's easy. Boy likes girl, girl like boys, sex!" Caroline spoke as if it was simple math.
"Profound." Elena shook her head at the blonde before getting up.
"Where are you going?" Bonnie asked as Elena grabbed her bag off the back of the chair.
"Caroline's right. It is easy. If I sit here long enough, I'll end up talking myself out of it instead of doing what I started the day saying I was going to do," Elena explained. "Ali, can you drive me?"
"Ew, 'Lena, you're going over there to sleep with a guy I don't wanna be there." Alison nearly shouted in disgust. Elena rolled her eyes.
"Fine, then give me your keys, and I'll drive myself." As soon as the words left Elena's mouth Alison doubled over laughing.
"Ah, you're hilarious," She wiped a fake tear away and stood up with a sigh. "Don't ever ask to drive my car, ever." Alison said dead serious, before grabbing her keys off the table and walking out the door with Elena following.
…
"Okay, call me when you need to be picked up, now get out." Alison shoved Elena making her stumble out the passenger door. Elena scowled at her older sister before heading up to the front door. And just when Alison was about to pull away she saw Elena walk in without anyone allowing her in.
"What is this girl doing?" Alison pulled her keys out of the ignition and ran up to the door. The eldest Gilbert peeked her head in to see Elena and some guy, she couldn't see the face of.
"Alison, glad you could join us." Alison's attention snapped to the man who was now walking over to her as she entered the boarding house.
"Damon." Alison breathed out with a small smile.
"You know Stefan's brother?" Elena asked walking over to the two.
"You're Stefan's brother?" Alison asked, raising an eyebrow at Damon. "He didn't tell me he had a brother."
"Well, Stefan's not one to brag," Damon smirked down at the Gilbert girl before motioning to their living room. "Please, come in. I'm sure Stefan will be along any second."
"Actually I just came to drop off, Elena, so…" Alison trailed off pointing behind her, but before she could do anything else Damon cut her off.
"Well, then you can leave when he gets here," Damon placed his hand on her lower back guiding her into the living room. "I do believe this is the third time we've bumped into each other." Damon whispered from behind Alison, as the Gilbert girl looked around in awe that is until a folded up napkin was held in front of her face.
"You kept it?" Alison asked with a raised eyebrow as she took the paper napkin slowly. Before Damon could respond Elena spoke up.
"Wow. This is your living room?" Damon glanced up from Alison at Elena.
"Living room, parlor, Sotheby's auction. It's a little kitschy for my taste. I see why my brother's so smitten," Damon added the last part softly looking down at Alison.
"Don't you mean Elena?" Alison's face crunched up in confusion as she pointed to her younger sister behind her.
"Of course," Damon looked over Alison to Elena. "It's about time. For a while there, I never thought he'd get over the last one. Nearly destroyed him."
"The last one?" Alison raised an eyebrow, obviously interested in hearing the rest of the story. "Do tell more."
"Her name was Katherine," Damon looked over at Elena to see her shifting rom foot to foot awkwardly. "Oh you two haven't had the awkward exes talk yet."
"Nope." Elena shook her head.
"Oops. Well, I'm sure you it'll come up now. Or maybe he didn't want to tell you because he didn't want you to think he was on the rebound. We all know how those relationships end."
"You say that like every relationship is doomed to end." Alison spoke looking up at Damon with a small smirk.
"I'm a fatalist," Damon smirked as well, his much wider than the girl before him. "Hello, Stefan." Damon spoke not looking away from Alison. Both the gilbert girls turned to see Stefan standing their glaring hole into Damon's head.
"Elena. Alison. I didn't know you were coming over." Stefan spoke his eyes not leaving Damon once.
"I know. I should have called, I just…" Elena trailed off fiddling with her fingers.
"Don't be silly. You're welcome any time, you too Ali," Damon glanced over at Alison with a wink before looking back to his brother. "Isn't that right Stefan? Oh you know, I should break out the family photo albums or some home movies. But… I have to warn you. He wasn't always such a looker."
"Thank you for stopping by. It was nice to see you." Stefan said, once again his intense gaze not leaving Damon, the tension thick in the room.
"Yeah, we should probably go. It was nice meeting you Damon." Elena gave a small smile to the older Salvatore.
"Great meeting you, too, Elena," Damon waved as the younger Gilbert headed for the door before catching Alison's hand before she left as well. "So do I have to bump into you a fourth time before you actually call me, or does this work?" Damon asked with a smirk.
"I guess you'll find out later." Alison winked.
"Well, then I look forward to seeing you again." Damon kissed the top of Alison's knuckles not breaking eye contact with the girl.
"Likewise," Alison turned to leave only to have Stefan blocking her path as he glared at Damon over her head. "Stefan." Alison called his attention, snapping in his face. The younger Salvatore glanced down at her silently before stepping out of the way. Alison gave him a weird look before leaving the boarding house with her little sister.
"Great gals. Whoo! They got spunk. And in case you couldn't tell, Alison was so digging me," Damon smirked widely before frowning at his younger brother. "You on the other hand, look pooped. Did you over-exert yourself today? Let me guess… hospital." Damon mocked his younger brother, who only kept glaring.
"Someone had to clean up your mess." Stefan said, finally breaking his attention from Damon as he traveled further into the living room.
"Well, were you successful? Did the powers of persuasion work? Remember, if you don't feed properly, none of those little tricks work right." Damon mocked, but Stefan wasn't paying attention. He was looking around the room like something was bothering him.
"How long were Elena and Alison here?"
"Were you worried, Stefan? Scared we may be doomed to repeat the past," Damon laid down on the couch, crossing his feet over one of the arm rests. "See, I don't know if you've realized this but there are two of them. Alison," Damon held up one finger on one hand. "And Elena," he held up a finger on his other hand. "One for me and one for you. The only way we'd repeat history is if you acted upon that little thing you got going for Alison."
"Why do you even want her, I thought you didn't have any emotions." Stefan crossed his arms, staring down the bridge of his nose at his older brother.
"Oh I don't," Damon pushed himself up off the couch with a wide grin. "But I do have eyes, and Alison?" Damon let out a low whistle. "Smoking hot."
"What kind of game are you playing Damon?" Stefan asked after a long moment of silence.
"Guess you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?"
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The next day at school Elena, Bonnie, and Alison were handing out flyer for the Comet that was tonight. Alison, however, ducked away off somewhere where there weren't that many people smiling down at the recently added number in her phone. After a long argument with herself she finally pressed call, holding the phone up to her ear.
"Hey Stranger" Came his luxurious voice from the other end of the phone, causing a smile to spread across Alison's face
"Be honest, was it too soon for me to call?" Alison asked a bit nervous, as she leant up against one of the locker near her
"Not soon enough in fact, I've been dying to hear your voice." Alison smirked at hearing this, although she was pretty sure he was half joking, but none the less.
"I was just wondering if you were going to be going to see the comet tonight." Alison asked with a small chuckle at the end.
"I could be talked into it."
"What if I said it was a date?" Alison's voice quieted at the end. There was a long silence at the end and Alison's confidence almost broke… almost.
"I'll be there." You could almost hear the smirk in his voice.
"Good." Alison grinned triumphantly as she straightened up off the locker
"Good."
"Bye, Damon." Alison whispered, before hanging up with a smile. She stood there smiling to herself when Stefan appeared behind her.
"You were talking to Damon." Alison whirled around in shock and stared up at Stefan wide eyed, a hand over her chest.
"You scared me," She breathed out a small laugh. "And yes I was… is that weird?" Alison fiddled with her phone as she asked him that.
"Why would it be weird?"
"Well, because…" She trailed off looking over at Elena and Bonnie who were still handing out flyers. "Nothing. Never mind." She gave the Salvatore a tight lipped smile before turning and walking away.
"Hey, Alison," The eldest Gilbert stopped and looked over her shoulder at Stefan. "Be careful. Damon… he's bad, and I don't want you to get hurt."
"I can take care of myself, Stef, don't worry." She giggled softly, shaking her head before walking away, this time without being stopped
…
Sitting at the Grill Alison was on to her third glass of bourbon, her hair down in tight ringlets hanging down to her shoulder blades. Her lips were coated with vanilla scented lip gloss that was now smudged all over the glasses she was given by the bartender. When Jeremy came storming in and over to where everyone else was sitting at a table.
"Hey, has anyone seen Vicki?"
"You're her stalker. You tell us." Tyler said sarcastically causing Jeremy to scowl. Alison rolled her eyes as she migrated closer to the table to join the conversation.
"I can't find her."
"She probably found somebody else to party with. Sorry, pill pusher, I guess you've been replaced." As soon as the words left Tyler's mouth, Alison clamped her hand over his mouth.
"What's with the pill pusher?" Elena asked looking between Tyler and Alison to Jeremy.
"Nothing." Alison lied giving a sweet smile trying to cover for Jeremy. Tyler ripped Alison's hand off his mouth so he could speak
"Ask him." He nodded towards Jeremy
"You wanna do this right now?" Jeremy asked Elena when she gave him a look.
"Are you dealing?" She asked incredulously. Before Jeremy could respond Tyler spoke up.
"She's never gonna go for you."
She already did. Over and over and over again." Jeremy mocked, tauntingly as Tyler scowled.
"You slept with Vicki Donovan?" Caroline asked looking over at the youngest Gilbert.
"More importantly," Alison cut in, draping her arms over Jeremy's shoulder. "Vicki Donovan slept with you?"
"There's no way." Tyler shook his head, not believing the mere thought in it.
"And I didn't even have to force her into it." Jeremy said with a pointed look Tyler's way.
"What?" Alison looked at Tyler with disgust.
"What the hell is he talking about Ty?" Matt looked over at his best friend questioningly.
"Nothing, man, just ignore him, he's a punk." Tyler mumbled glancing up at Alison only to have her scoff and look away from him.
"You know what, how about all of you shut up and help me find my sister?" Matt offered, standing up.
"How about you not tell me what to do." Alison rolled her eyes leaning onto one of the chairs.
"We'll check the back." Bonnie spoke up grabbing Alison's arm and giving her a pointed look.
"I'll check the square." Matt spoke, nodding his head.
"I'll come with you." Jeremy offered, but Elea quickly caught his arm.
"Oh, no, no, no. You are coming with me," She dragged her younger brother over to where no one could hear them. "So that's your game now, dealing?"
"I'm not dealing." Jeremy quickly denied.
"Look, I'm sick of the tough love speech, Jer. It's clearly having no impact." Elena shook her head.
"You and Jenna, between the two of you. Enough already! It's a wonder why I like Alison more." Jeremy muttered the last part.
"We can stop if you want. We can be like Alison and let you throw your life away on something as stupid as drugs. Or you know we could just send you to a therapist where you'll be forced to deal with it or to rehab where you'll sit in a group and tell some stranger how you let your life fall apart. Or you could talk to me." Elena listed off.
"I vote for none of the above." Jeremy muttered before taking off to look for Vicki.
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Somewhere in the street, on the top of a building Damon stood with Vicki, holding the terrified girl against her will as he waited for Stefan to show up. Finally Stefan did.
"Shh, I'm not gonna drop you." Damon whispered into the Donovan girl's ear before glancing up at his younger brother. "Not bad Stefan, have you been eating bunnies?"
"Let her go." Stefan demanded.
"Shh," He hushed the whimpering girl in his arms before smirking. "Really? Ok." Damon pulled Vicki to the edge of the roof and dangled her over it.
"NO!" She screamed out in terror.
"No, no, no!" Stefan started to panic, only to have Damon throw Vicki into his arms.
"Ugh, relax." Damon groaned, his eyes dancing with amusement.
"What happening?" Vicki asked weakly to the younger Salvatore who now held her.
"I don't need her to be dead, but… you might," Damon wiggled his eyebrows with a smirk. "What attacked you last night?" Damon asked leaning closer to Vicki.
"I don't know. An animal." Vicki shrugged confused.
"Are you sure about that? Think. Think about it. Think really hard. What attacked you?" Damon asked the girl once more.
"A vampire." Vicki muttered.
"Who did this to you?"
"You did!" Vicki screamed.
"Wrong!" Damon smirked.
"Don't" Stefan tired knowing what Damon was about to do.
"Come here," Damon grabbed Vicki's chin, forcing her to look at him as he compelled her. "Stefan Salvatore did this to you.
"Stefan Salvatore did this to me." Vicki repeated.
"He's a vampire. A vicious, murderous monster." Damon continued in his compulsion.
"Please, Damon. Please don't do this." Stefan begged, shaking his head.
"If you couldn't fix it before, I don't know what you can do now." Damon shrugged backing with Vicki in his arms. He ripped the bandage off her neck, watching the blood trickle down her neck, then threw her to Stefan.
"Ugh! Your choice of lifestyle has made you weak. A couple of vampire parlor tricks is nothing compared to the power that you could have, that you now need. But you can change that. Human blood gives you that"
"No!" Vicki whimpered.
"You have two choices. You can feed and make her forget. Or you can let her run, screaming 'vampire' through the town square."
"That's what this is about? You want to expose me?" Stefan asked incredulously.
"No!" Damon shouted, irritated. "I want you to remember who you are!"
"Why? So what, so I'll feed? So I'll kill? So I'll remember what it's like to be brothers again? You know what, let her go. Let her tell everyone that vampires have returned to Mystic Falls. Let them chain me up and drive a stake through my heart, because at least I'll be free from you." Stefan stated dramatically, refusing to feed on the girl in his arms.
"Huh. Huh. Wow. Come here, sweetheart," Damon whispered taking Vicki from Stefan and whispering into her ear. Suddenly Vicki went from a whimpering terrified mess, to completely calm.
"What happened? Where am I?" Vicki asked looking around as she straightened up. "Oh, I ripped my stitches open. Ugh." Vicki groaned touching the now opened wound.
"Are you okay?" Stefan asked cautiously.
"I took some pills, man. I'm good." Vicki chuckled leaving down the ladder that led off the roof
"It's good to be home. Think I might stay a while. This town could use a bit of a wakeup call, don't you think?" Damon asked his little brother with a smirk.
"What are you up to, Damon?" Stefan asked his brother, eyeing him suspiciously.
"That's for me to know and for you to… dot, dot, dot. I've gotta go, I've kept Alison waiting long enough," Damon turned to leave, waving over his shoulder to Stefan. "Give Elena my best."
…
Alison rubbed her head as she exited the grill, heading for her car, her keys in her hands. As she approached her Thunderbird she saw Damon leaning up against it with a smirk.
"You're just a tad bit late." Alison joked with a smirk of her own as she approached the older Salvatore.
"Yeah, sorry, I had a bit of a… family thing to attend to," Alison hummed softly as she nodded her head. "But I can make it up to you." Damon wiggled his eyebrow suggestively.
"And how would you do that?" Alison asked, although she had a pretty good idea of what he was suggesting
…
At the Salvatore Boarding house Alison and Damon were in his room, on his bed, both only down to their undergarments. Damon trailed kisses down her stomach until he reached her hips, he smirked up at her allowing his vein to pop out before biting into her neck. Alison's scream echoing throw the room.
So how was that? I was kinda of iffy about replacing Caroline with Alison in the whole Damon thing, but I feel I did a good job, what do you think
