Warning: This chapter contains MATURE content. (warning is for the young snowflakes)
Glinda the Good Witch
I woke to loud thunder and heavy rain pelting the windows. I felt the cold air hit my body, which was probably the reason I woke up in the first place. I snuggle up to my source of warmth. However in doing so, my warmth turned over and wrapped me in a safe cocoon. As much as I wanted to let myself fall back into an easy sleep, I really needed to wake up. I opened my eyes to a familiar room. The storm was distracting. Then I realized I was on my way to being completely nude. Seeing Tyler's black hair and tan skin, I remembered the events of last night. Then I wish I hadn't. I was laying on my back and Tyler had his arm around my chest, my boobs specifically. There was no way I was getting up without waking him. I spotted my phone next to my head. I picked it up and groaned, it was almost nine thirty. I can't believe I slept that long. I was interrupted by the shrill ring of a phone. Not mine. My eyes connected with Tyler's jeans, which were on the other side of him. I huffed in annoyance, deciding to wake him up.
"Tyler?" I nudged his shoulder. "Tyler!" When I heard groaning, I sighed in relief. Thank god, he's alive.
"Hmm?" He moved his arm from me and tried to lean up. I rolled my eyes and leant over him to grab his phone. That backfired when he wrapped his arms around me and managed to pull me to his chest. "You're naked." I looked down to see him smirking.
"Mostly." I countered. "So are you."
"What happened last night?" He sat up, and I was relieved that he was calm. I grabbed my white fluffy robe from the couch and put it on.
"I think it's pretty obvious what happened." I threw my hair over my shoulder. "But your mom, she's probably worried. That was probably her a minute ago."
"Shit." Tyler fumbled for his phone, and called his mom back. "Hey, mom ... I'm sorry, I uh- lost track of time ..." I could see that Tyler paused. "yes, I'm with her ... we're fine ... I'm supposed to have practice later, but I guess that's cancelled ..." I stood up and took a seat in the closest couch. Tyler stood up, glancing at the weather outside. "I'll wait a bit for the storm to clear up ... if not I'll take the storm roads ... I know ... Ok mom ... you too ... Bye." As Tyler hung up the phone, I just watched him slightly from my couch, enjoying the view.
"I'm convinced that I should be throwing some dollar bills or something." I said, with my chin perched upon my palm.
"More like twenties." Tyler smirked, gesturing to his more-than-impressive abs. And they were, but I had celebrity male crushes that could top Tyler.
I rolled my eyes, standing up. "Why don't you go shower? I'll cook us breakfast."
"Or we can skip breakfast and take one together." Tyler's offer made me raise my eyebrow. I was in the aftermath of a pretty scary situation, and just because my spell worked, resuming this day without a care would probably be pretty irresponsible. I bit my lip and glanced up. I then took off, giggling as I went.
I had made it all the way upstairs, but I could feel Ty close behind. When he finally caught up to me, he wrapped his arms around me and I turned my head to kiss him. Both lips sucked my bottom lip deliciously. This kiss was nothing like what I was used to. It was just more. I twisted in his arms, pulling him back into the kiss and he lifted me up. My legs wound around his waist. I was like there was something he was trying to convey through his lips and I readily matched his eagerness.
As we reached the bathroom, Tyler dropped me down on the floor slowly. His eyes never left mine, but mine left his as I slowly dropped the fluffy white robe from my body. I hooked my fingers into the side of my underwear, but I was halted by Tyler lifting my chin with one finger. When I looked into his eyes, I could see all the things he wanted to tell me. We were just those kind of people. Actions always spoke louder than words with us.
"You're so beautiful." The way he was staring at me was disarming, and I felt more exposed than ever. My underwear dropped to the ground and stepped out of them as I turned to turn on the shower. As the water started, I felt a hand collide with my left asscheek, with the sharp sting following.
"Behave, Tyler." I waved a playful finger at him. After he discarded his underwear, I grabbed his hand as I guided him into the walk-in shower.
Almost immediately he attacked my lips, backing me into the farthest wall, his back facing the spray of the water. I gasped as Tyler left my lips abruptly and began attacking my neck, sending a shiver through my body. He lifted me with both hands by my inner thighs and hoisted me onto his waist. We were skin to skin, chest to chest, and his erection pressed against my folds deliciously. I moaned loudly, and started moving as best as I could to create friction. Tyler groaned and through my pleasure, I donned a lazy smirk. When our eyes connected once more, I had noticed that his dark brown eyes had darkened further. I could almost roll my eyes, because I knew that he wanted to call the shots. He always did.
Tyler removed his dick reluctantly from my clutches. I whimpered from the loss of contact, but gasped as he replaced himself with his fingers. I was pleasantly surprised, because Tyler just simply didn't do foreplay, he was blunt and forward, straight to the point. But this was new, intense. I could feel two long digits probe my walls while his thumb rubbed my sensitive clit. My cries were loud and consistent, but no matter how much I clawed at his back, his eyes never left mine. Tyler did nothing but continue to move at the same pace, not harder, not faster, no matter how much I asked to him to. I was practically begging him.
"Tyler, please." I was whimpering now. What the fuck was he doing to me?
I felt him begin to hook his fingers upwards and I felt it coming. I have never come this fast in my life. It felt more intense than usual, because I felt a rush of warm liquid flush out from me. "Fuck! Tyler!" I yelled, practically strangling him. Reaching down, I quickly grabbed Tyler by his balls and squeezed, as I used my other hand to pump him. If I was right, then he was going to come. I saw his face while he was working me over and I knew that he was getting some kind of sick enjoyment from my begging.
Without a minute of delay, two thick shots of cum sprang out, coating my forearm and stomach. Tyler grunted deeply, moaning loudly into my neck, then bit me none too gently on my neck. He didn't break the skin, but pain after such an intense orgasm was electrifying. I felt a thrill go through me, and despite the clit sensitivity, I wanted more already. "You're gonna pay for that." He told me.
"What are you gonna do?" My smile was teasing but my eyes were serious. I was beside myself. Tyler had upped the ante with no warning and every minute had the promise of something different, something new, and excitement brimmed through me hotly.
Without warning, Tyler kissed me sweetly, caressing my cheek with light feather-like touches. His hand brushed down my hot skin and I shivered, moaning in his mouth again. His hands brushed against my hardened nipples, causing me to whimper.
"Turn around." My eyes snapped to his warily. "Do it." He ordered, his hand reached up, caressing the bite mark. I did as I was told, another warm thrill shooting up my spine from his breath on my neck. "Put your hands up here." He took my hands and set them high on the wall. I could feel his erection close to my ass. "Tyler?" I wasn't used to these orders, I wasn't used to this new version of him.
"Trust me." He told me, kissing the other side of my shoulder lightly. I had to, I needed to, so I nodded to him. "Tell me you trust me."
"I-I trust you, Tyler." I could feel him breathe a sigh from behind me. He backed up and pulled my hips closer, resulting in my nearly resting on the wall. He spread my legs wider and I whimpered once I felt his fingers slide from my clit down my folds once. I yelped when I felt his erection sliding through my folds, not quite going inside.
"Tyler, please." He was enjoying this, the begging. "Please, I need you."
"Don't move your hands." Tyler ordered. I nodded desperately. At this point, I was desperate and willing to do anything, if he would just move already.
With no remorse, Tyler slid inside me. I shrieked loudly, as pain and pleasure tangled in my voice. Tyler buried his face in the crook of my neck as he swore softly, then he paused, as he let me adjust to the intrusion. "Still so fucking tight." He whispered in my ear. I trembled underneath him and I pushed backward, making him go deeper. His hand on the right side of my hip tightened. He rocked into me firmly, his thrusts were long and slow. My fists balled in their place as our voices echoed jointly through the room. Tyler reached his hand around my left breast and swirled the sensitive nub between his fingers. It was sensory overload from all angles.
"Harder!" I grunted at him. He let go of my breast and wrapped his left arm around my entire chest. He then wrapped his right arm around my middle, giving him the leverage to plunge deeply. I was speaking, but it was gibberish. The only sounds that could be heard over the sounds of our voices were the quick and wet slapping noises.
He brutally threw me into a burning, lustful, haze and it hurt deliciously. His name ripped from my lips again, and I feel his right arm let me go. His hand reached down my leg and pulled it higher, to rest on the ledge of the bar soap grove. From this new angle, I shrieked as he thrusted into me wildly. His thrusts were more frantic now, and I could feel my next orgasm rising quickly. Tyler slowed his thrusts as he helped me ride out my second. His arms loosened around me and my trembling legs tried to stand. Tyler nudged my shoulder and I turned to face him fully. He panted heavily as his head hung low. I grabbed his jaw with both hands and I kissed him hard.
My hands splayed across his chest, then up his neck and back to his jaw. In one move, Tyler picked me up and sheathed himself inside me again, staring me in my eyes. Despite our wet bodies, I managed to hold on. Tyler's hand held my neck firmly, but not enough to hurt. He fell back into his wild rhythm and I prepared myself. I flung my arms around him tightly, shrieking my cries and adding to the raised welts on his back from earlier.
"You're so fucking perfect, Malia." Tyler said clearly in my ear. "Perfect." He'd whispered in my ear over and over again. I could feel the tears coming down my eyes as I hit my third orgasm, with him watching as I did. My walls squeezed him experimentally. "Fuck!" He swore loudly. I did it again and again, watching in an awed fascination as he neared his orgasm. He rocked into me gently, over and over, filling me up warmly. Tyler then leaned his head into my shoulder as he kissed it over and over.
When he looked up at me, I kissed him again. As I pulled back, he slid out of me gently, though I grimaced at the pain anyway.
"Fuck, I didn't mean to― Shit." He swore as he looked at me with sorrowful eyes. "I lost control. I'm so sorry."
"Don't be―don't be sorry." I panted, slowly. He let me down slowly, and I had difficulty standing up.
"Fuck, I broke you."
"I don't know what's scarier, that you did that-" I smiled weakly, caressing his jaw. "Or that I liked it."
Tyler stared at me weirdly (well weird for him), head tilted and brows furrowed, like he was trying to figure me out. He then grabbed me by my cheeks and kissed me gently, caressing my cheekbones with his thumbs. "You're too perfect."
My eyebrows knitted together in puzzlement. His saying that without the haze of sex was weird. It sounded strangely affectionate and I wasn't used to this kind of treatment. I laughed lightly. "I already had sex with you, Ty. You don't have to say that anymore."
He shook his head, unsmiling. "I think I love you." His gaze was fierce, and I felt my smile slowly fade.
I stared at him a little longer, like I was waiting for the punchline. He stared back at me expectantly, and I realized quickly that he was serious. Before I could say anything, he let my face go and climbed out the shower. "Tyler!" He was moving quickly out the bathroom, grabbing his underwear and a towel. I quickly tried to follow behind him, but hissed as a sharp pain shot up my vagina. "Ty, what the hell?!" He fucking split me in half. Keeping my legs stretched apart, I put my robe back on and followed my boyfriend downstairs. As he began to try to put on his pants, I stopped him.
"Tyler, I'm sorry." I grabbed him by his arms. "I didn't mean to react like that!"
"Don't you understand how hard that was for me?" Tyler weakly tried to pull himself out of my hold. He could have easily threw me off, but he was being gentle. Just as I was trying to ignore the arousal, another pain shot up my leg.
"I was confused, I didn't think you meant it." I explained.
He stopped fastening his belt. He shrugged out of my hold without hurting me. "Everything that I've done since you got back was to please you!" I flinched at his volume. "I've been busting my ass to prove myself to you." His voice had gone lower.
I grabbed his hand. "Come sit down." He looked like he was ready to blow me off. "Please. Stay." He took one look at me and sat down. "I was shocked, okay? When I left, you were a totally different person. I felt like a trophy for you to show off to your friends. I hated the girl I was when I was with you. But there were things that I saw in you when we were alone, and that was enough to give us another try. There's this amazing and complex person inside of you, Ty, but you barely ever let me in." I squeezed his hand. "I really like the guy you are now. But I need some time to get to know this version of you. Some time to fall in love with you properly." Tyler nodded silently and kissed my forehead. I then noticed that his lips were pulled into that half-smirk that turned my insides into mush. "Now can we just take some time to enjoy the post-sex afterglow?"
"I'm kind of a little guilty about it." He laid back on the couch, pulling me with him.
I laughed, "Oh, so you only kind of feel bad about ripping my vagina in half?
"I find it incredibly sexy that you're hobbling around because of me." I could feel his deep throaty laugh under me. I slap him lightly on his face.
"That's because you're still a possessive asshole." I smiled fondly. I hated the fact that Tyler was possessive with me. But this sort of ... thrill coursed through me at the thought of Ty being an asshole just because he didn't want anyone else to have me.
I went into the bathroom in the basement to blowdry my now massive curls as Tyler went to the kitchen to see what he could find to eat. I decided that I wasn't going to feel guilty about what had just happened, because after last night, everything was seemingly going fine. Once Tyler left, I was going to tell Elena what had happened and I would figure out the next move.
As I was about to get started, I could feel my phone buzzing. I remembered dropping it in the pocket of my robe. It was Car- ... SHIT! I was supposed to stay at hers last night. It was after twelve and I hadn't even called her yet.
"You have A LOT of explaining to do!" Caroline yelled at me through the phone. "I had to cover for you and I've been calling you for two hours!"
"Care, oh my god I'm so sorry. A lot happened last n-"
She cut me off angrily, "No thanks, I'm not interested in how much sex you had last night. My mom was freaking out and now Jenna wants details because she's not ratting you out."
"I know and I totally love you for it. I promise I'll make it up to you tonight." I promised. "You're the greatest best friend in the world."
"That's right and don't forget it, you bitch." I could almost smile, because Caroline and I were the people in the world who could call equally call each other bitches with a fond tone. "And I lied, we're definitely talking about how much sex you had. I want details and my fav food tonight, or else." The or else sounded so non-threatening that I felt compelled to believe that she had something evil cooked up to get back at me.
"I will be there, Care. I promise. Love you, blondie." I waited for Caroline to hang up on me, because that just was her way. And of course she could probably tell that I was kissing ass.
"You too." She answered, trying to sound interested, then I heard the familiar beeps of her hanging up. As I went upstairs to my room to get dressed, I paused to watch Tyler stand in front of the fridge eating an apple in his boxer briefs. Okay, focus, I told myself, as I trudged upstairs slowly. After I had gotten dressed completely, I went back downstairs to find Tyler was also fully dressed. "You're leaving?"
He had a disappointed look, "Yeah, my dad called." I pursed my lips, but didn't say anything. He came over to me and grabbed my waist. He kissed me feverishly, gripping at my sides until my shirt rode up. When he pulled back, I groaned. "I'm not gonna say I'm not disappointed."
He cracked a smile and kissed my cheek. "I'll call you tonight." I bit my lip, trying to fight back a slowly forming smile. Okay, time to call Elena and get back to reality. As soon as I grabbed my cell phone, I heard a frantic knock at the door. I put my phone down and decided that it had to be important if anyone came down in this weather to see me.
When I opened the door, my expression of confusion switched to relief. Elena and that Damon guy were standing on my porch. But something was off about the situation. From my understanding, Elena couldn't stand to be around Damon, so why were they together in front of my house? And without Stefan?
"What's wrong?" I gazed at Elena intuitively.
"We need your help." Elena looked desperate.
"Don't tell me: it's about the tomb vamps."
"How did you know?" Elena looked confused, while the bad brother looked bored as hell. At least he was trying to.
"I'll explain later. Where's Mr. Broody?" I looked around Elena.
"That's why we need you, Witchy. They took him." Damon tried to look vaguely annoyed by this, but I was confused to sense a bit of worry coming from him.
"What do you expect me to do?" I crossed my arms. Fuck did I look like? Their fairy godmother? Damon walked up to the door looking like he was trying to intimidate me.
"How about getting your cookbook and finding a witch hack to help us kill 27 vampires?" The vampire sneered.
"Damon!" Elena hissed.
I took a step closer to the door and imagined the blood vessels in the vamp's head swell and go pop, over and over again. I tilted my head in wonder, watching the older man double over in pain. "You don't intimidate me." I uttered, It didn't intend to kill him or injure him too badly, but he needed to be taught a lesson. Unfortunately, I broke concentration as Elena grabbed my arm roughly.
I rolled my eyes as I let the dark haired vampire go. In seconds he was back on his feet and glaring at me. I scowled back and grabbed my red peacoat. I grabbed grams' grimoire and boldly crossed the threshold of my home. The older Salvatore was smart enough not to try anything else.
"Tyler and I were attacked last night, right down the street from here." I explained. "And it wasn't random."
"What?" Elena shared an incredulous look with the older vampire. She looked back at me, "Does he remember what happened? Is he hurt? Are you-"
"Slow down, E. We're good. I took care of it." I shrugged, "He remembers nothing I don't want him to."
"They're getting bold." Damon said. "We need a diversion to get in." His eyes slid over to me.
"Don't even think about it." I warned him. "I work behind the scenes or not at all." This asshole really thought I was walking my cute ass into a house of 27 vampires. Yeah, right. You tried it.
"She's right, Damon." Not taking my eyes off the vamp, I tilted my head in Elena's direction.
I could practically hear the eye roll coming from the vamp. "Plan B, then." I opted to take my own car. I had several things in my car that I didn't feel comfortable leaving without. I almost regretted that thought when I realized how hard it was to follow behind the sexy muscle car. Only until I realized that we were en route to the high school did I catch up.
Damon obnoxiously left his car in the front of the building (total no-parking zone). I rolled my eyes and parked in the closest spot open. Which was easy because it was Saturday and only teachers were there.
I loosely followed Elena and Damon through the halls of the high school mentally going over spells I could use to weaken the vampires in the house. My eyes slid over to Elena and I realized that she had slowed down to fall into step with me.
"What happened to you and Tyler last night?" Elena looked concerned.
"A vampire from the tomb. I wasn't sure until I heard him say something about him being a Lockwood and that someone had to pay." I explained as we rounded the corner. "I did a quick spell. It ran off, and Tyler freaked out." I frowned at the memory.
"Are you serious? What did he do? He knows about you?" Elena was freaking out now. I'm kinda glad that Bonnie popped her witch cherry now. The questions were getting annoying.
"I did a sleep spell. It knocked him out, and he won't remember anything I don't want him to." I looked down, swallowed nervously and looked away from Elena's shocked expression. Last thing I needed was judgement from her.
"I'm sorry, Mal." Elena's apologetic voice made me pause. This situation pretty much screamed judge me and not to mention the fact that we screwed morning. Yeah, I bet she wouldn't be all understanding if she knew that. "No one deserves that."
I wanted to say, Who are you and what have you done to Elena Gilbert?, but I'm pretty sure that won't go over well and it's going to ruin the moment. I just nodded and followed the arrogant vampire around the corner.
"You can't hurt me." I heard Mr. Saltzman say.
"Oh, I can hurt you, alright." Damon threatened.
Elena and I caught up to Damon quickly before he ruined everything. "Mr. Saltzman. We need your help." The teacher nodded his head toward the classroom for privacy.
Mr. Saltzman sat at his desk and I hung back on the other side on the room from Damon. Elena stood in front of Alaric's desk pleading her case. "Stefan's in the house. Damon's a vampire. He can't get in. We need you. I would go, but..."
"But your life is valuable. Yours, on the other hand is..."
"Stefan told me about your ring." From where I was standing, I could feel something familiar in the air.
"What about it?"
"Let me recap...You tried to kill me. I defended myself. You died. Then according to my brother, your ring brought you back to life. Am I leaving anything out?"
"Yeah." The history teacher said, standing. "The part where I try and kill you again. Only this time, I don't miss."
"Alright, that's enough." I say, pushing myself off the wall.
"Mr. Saltzman. Please. It's Stefan." Elena was gonna have to stop doing that, manipulating people into doing her bidding with her puppy dog brown eyes. She'd been doing that since we were kids.
"I'm sorry, Elena. But it's not my problem." Alaric told her unapologetically. He was actually right.
"That's a shame. Because the woman in charge of the crowd can help you find your wife." Damon goaded. I straightened, wanting to see if Saltzman was going to take the bait.
"You're lying." Though I could feel his hesitance was waning.
"Am I?" Damon continued to taunt. "Why don't you ask her for yourself?" Damon and the teacher have a staredown. "Coward. Come on, girls." As Damon walked over to me to continue his charade. I try my hardest to keep the smirk off my face as I allow the vampire to lead me toward the door.
3 ... 2 ... 1
"Alright! Wait. I'll go." Mr. Saltzman takes the bait. We watch as our history teacher pulls a large black duffle from under his desk. My eyes widen curiously as he empties the bag into his desk. Darts, hand carved stakes, stalks of vervain, it was vampire hunter candyland.
"Teacher by day, vampire hunter by night." Damon comments.
"I've you to thank for that." Alaric shot back.
"What are these?" Elena points to tranquilizer darts.
"Those are tranquilizer darts filled with vervain." Alaric explains.
"Just get me in. I'll get Stefan out." Damon says to Alaric.
"That's your plan?" Elena scoffs. "You're just gonna take them all on yourself?"
"Hopefully Witchy has a few tricks up her sleeves." He shoots me a look from across the table. I can interpret it as mistrust, and I match him with an indifferent stare.
"She doesn't actually have to go in, does she?" Elena said, making me turn to her direction. Instead of jealousy, I actually spot worry on her face.
"If things go the way it should, then I won't have to." I say, going back to my light reading in Grams' grimoire.
"And if it doesn't?" Elena challenges.
I fix Elena with an impatient stare. "I'm sorry, do you want my help or not?" I stare at Elena until she concedes. Elena takes one of the vervain darts. "Totally not what I meant." I roll my eyes at the brunette.
"Whoa. What are you doing?" Alaric chided.
"I'm going with you guys." Elena stated firmly.
"Oh, hell no." I comment.
"No. No. No. No. No way." Damon agrees.
"You need me. I'll get in." Elena continues. "You two could distract them, and then I'll get Stefan out."
"Terrible plan. Distracting them is my job."
"Witchy is right." I roll my eyes at the stupid nickname. "You'll get yourself killed. You're not going in there."
"I'm going." Elena was still not listening. I grabbed her jacket sleeve lightly as I pulled her to the side.
"I don't know what's changed for you in the past few months, but I'm going to need you to tone down the hero complex. The last thing I want is for you to die. It's permanent," I crossed my arms. "You can't just walk it off."
"Even with your help, there's a lot of them. How long until something happens and they get the jump on you?" Elena posed a valid point.
"Interesting theory. And how do you suppose you can increase our odds?" I question sarcastically. "Look I get it, you hate being on the sidelines. But the best thing you can do is to be there when he gets out, because he's going to need you."
"This isn't-" Elena gets cut off by Damon.
"So, when you get me in, get out as quickly as you can." Damon told his simple plan to Alaric. "I know how to sneak around where they can't hear me. You'll basically just be in the way."
"Damon, now is not the time to be the lone ranger." The brunette to my left piped up.
"Fine. Elena, you can drive the getaway car. You're not going in the house." Damon tried to undermine Elena's intelligence. Her insistence on getting in the house was bordering on irritating.
"If we're gonna go, let's go." I fold my arms. "We already have the advantage."
Damon drove with Elena and I chose to drive Alaric, if only to save him the annoyance of having to deal with Damon the entire ride there.
And it was awkward as hell. "You would have to be downright suicidal to go along with this."
I glanced at Alaric before answering. "I'm a witch." I say it flippantly, because as much as it was a big deal, dwelling on the aforementioned obvious wasn't much of answer to his question. "Stefan isn't my problem, but those vampires are after the founding families of the town. And the majority of them are basically family to me. That ain't gonna fly."
Alaric didn't speak much after that. I'd like to think that we came to an understanding after that. We journeyed down to a service road, with a large home at the end of it. Damon slowed down and turned down a short dirt road. I stopped when he did, and cut the engine.
When I got out the car, I shivered at the cold feeling I received coming from the house. I held onto the door as I shoved the feeling down. Someone had died here. Maybe more.
I felt someone come up behind me, so I tensed up. "Are you okay?" I loosened up, it was only Elena.
"I'm fine." I take a deep and breath and face her. "There has to be a lot of them. I can feel the death radiating from that house."
"What about Stefan?" Elena asked me hopefully.
I shook my head at her. "It doesn't work like that, Lena. I'm no clairvoyant." She nodded, obviously disappointed. "Hey, everything's gonna be okay. Damon's gonna save him. That's his brother." I told her confidently. I had to tell her what she wanted to hear. She didn't look reassured but nodded anyway.
"Thank you so much." Elena hugged me. "I know you're not doing this for me, but thank you anyway."
"They want the founding families dead. I'm doing this for all of us." I promised her, squeezing her back.
I saw Damon standing by the front, observing us. I stared back unflinchingly. He nodded at me, and I decided to table my attitude toward him for the time being and make nice until this was over. I nodded to him and solidified the mutual agreement.
"Please get in the car." Elena rolled her brown eyes. "We're going to be fine." I lied. I didn't know what the hell was gonna go down. But what I wasn't going to do was give Elena any incentive to leave that car. But I couldn't ignore that hero glint in her eye, so I'm going to have to watch my back. I watched her get into the car and made my way to the dark-haired Salvatore.
"I'm going around back. We can ambush." I sent him a pointed look.
I saw a flash of approval. "Be quick. Come in if I'm not out in five." As he walks away I whisper, "what the hell happened to me not going in?"
I huffed in annoyance and crept around the back till I reached the kitchen window. I watch as Alaric expertly staked a vampire, making my eyes widen. Holy shit, Elena wasn't lying.
As I turned around, I heard the clack of boots against the ground. Ankle boots. I look around the corner and manage to see a flash of brown locks creep down the cellar stairs. Why did I have to be right? I lightly tapped my head on the house. Sorry Damon, looks like I have to abandon my post. I walked around the corner to the front of the house and crept down the same stairs. I walked through the open gate and managed to catch up to Elena, who had broken a window to get into the cellar.
I tap her and she gasped. "Can you be any louder?" I whispered. She didn't even have the decency to feel bad. She looked around the corner and gasped. She leant back and gripped the only weapon she had.
I sighed and walked confidently around the corner. The vampire saw me instantly and I rushed to chant the words: "non caeli!" I raised my hand and held his lungs as I squeezed. His hands flew to his own throat, desperately clutching. Out of nowhere, Damon swoops in and stakes him.
"Are you insane?" I wasn't sure if it was directed at me or Elena. I rolled my eyes and casually stepped over the fallen vampire, because obviously I could take care of myself. I watch Elena walk past Damon, who weakly made an attempt at grabbing her.
I raise my eyebrows curiously, and I let her walk past me. The way older vamp looked at Elena basically said it all. He liked her. Or at the very least cared enough about her. I made a face at the realization. It's just like Elena to pull me into some drama.
I followed her to a wooden door, which she unapologetically burst through. The first thing we saw was Stefan, hanging shirtless and bloody on a rack. Who said vampires aren't kinky? I resist the urge to smirk at my internal joke.
"Elena?" I hear the blonder vampire croak. "You shouldn't be here." A man with a darker complexion sat tied down to a chair grunted when Damon went to stake him.
"No, no, no. Not him." Stefan pretty much saved his life as Damon dropped his arm.
"Whatever. Let's just get you down." Stefan looked at me in surprise, so I looked away from his gaze.
"What's she doing here? S'not-"
I cut the injured man off, "You ask way too many questions." I stared up at the floor above. Something was unnerving about this place. "There's six up there. Maybe more."
"She's right. There may be more coming by now." The darker vampire said. I looked at him, wondering if I should trust him, then I just decided that it didn't matter either way.
"Whatever we do, we have to figure it out now!" I warned.
"There's vervain on the ropes." Stefan warned. I glanced back at Damon, who had moved out of the way. "Elena, pull that."
"It's definitely time to go." I say, backing up slowly and through the cellar door we came through.
"All right, let's go. Clothes on." Damon watches the door we came from. I walked over to the vent in the corner and lifted my hand to touch it.
"Wait." I turned around, noticing that Stefan and Elena had stopped to help the other vampire.
"What?" Damon called from the "Guys, come on. We have to get out of here." I followed Damon back to the hall."Come on, we gotta go." As I stood beside Damon, I could feel the dead upstairs, ignorantly enjoying themselves on the floor above us. "Can the two of you get him in the car?"
"Yeah." I hear Elena answer. I turned to face the three of them.
"Witchy?"
"We don't have long." I responded, still slightly distracted by the tomb vamps above me. "Maybe five minutes."
Damon nods. "All right, go." Damon pushes Elena and Stefan in my direction. "Get them to the car."
I snapped out of it completely. I could feel a wave of annoyance cloud over me. "What about you?" This wasn't the plan. We got here quietly, and now we have a chance to get out.
"You rescue, I'll distract." I regarded Damon with an exasperated stare. "Go."
I huffed and grabbed Stefan's other side, leading them out of the cellar quickly. The path was clear, and that worried me. We quickly pulled Stefan up the stairs and I relaxed when we made it outside. I helped Elena and Stefan to the treeline and let Stefan go. I had a bad feeling and now that Stefan and Elena were in the trees, they were safer.
"What are you doing?" Elena stopped, barely holding her boyfriend.
"Get Stefan to the car. Something bad is happening." I breathe, as I feel winds pick up. "You should go. I'm going back for Mr. Saltzman." Damon could handle himself, right? He didn't need me.
"Malia!" Elena insisted.
"I'll be fine! Just go!"
I ran all the way back to the front of the house. I had no time for a stealthy entrance so I walked right in through the front door. Ric was on the floor with two vampires at him. I grabbed a stake from the bunch he dropped on the floor and used my magic to slam one of the vampires into the wall. I then ran over and staked him. As I backed away, Ric had managed to stab the other one with a vervain dart.
We nodded at one another. I held out a hand and helped my history teacher up. Just as I did, Damon walked through a doorway.
"Frederick's gone." He announced. He noticed that I was in the room. "I definitely told you to help get Stefan to the car."
"Speak for yourself, she just saved my life." Saltzman spoke up.
I scoffed. "I'm no Elena Gilbert."
"Let's get out of here." Ric says.
"I'm gonna kill him." Damon says, referring to Frederick, half-heartedly searching for the vampire that he knows is no longer here.
"If he's not here, he might have went for Stefan." I reasoned. "Damon, let's go." I insisted. He looks at me and nods, but I could tell he was annoyed. Damon follows Ric and I outside, and I almost groaned. More of them were coming from the woods, too many of them, and I was starting to get anxious.
"How many of those vervain darts do you have left?" Damon asked Ric.
"One." He replied weakly.
The 'oh shit' was definitely applied here. "Witchy?" I could feel Damon's eye burning into the side of my head as I turned to go back into the house.
"I'm thinking!" I called back.
"Well, think faster!" Damon returned. I thought about retorting, but I figure I'll save my cheeky wit for the vampires we needed to take down.
"They don't have daylight rings." I said aloud. "I could do a sunlight spell."
"How many can you take down?" Ric asked.
"Not enough."
"Better odds than none." Ric says.
I look at Damon who looked to be deep in thought. He nodded toward the back door. "Try to make a run for it out back."
Not this again. "No."
"I'm not about to bring an entire generation of Bennett witches on myself because you died." Damon grabbed my arm. Tight enough to show me that he meant it but not enough to hurt me.
"Not to mention over 100 years of torment from the hexes I placed on my body." I add nonchalantly, shrugging out of his hold.
"Great." He rolled his eyes.
"Your odds are better with me here."
Ric finally spoke up. "What you said to get me to do this, about my wife ... that was a lie, wasn't it?"
"Yep." Damon replied without a beat. I could hear thuds on the other side of the door, then a woman's voice.
"Stop." She shouted. The door opened and two asian women walk in. One was older and the other looked younger than me. "What's going on here? What did you do?" She addressed us. She seemed to be in charge here, and because she wasn't attacking us, I assumed that the fight was now over.
"Me? Your merry little band of vampires spent the day torturing my brother." Damon accused.
"Trust me. The parties responsible for this will be dealt with." The woman promised.
"Our little arrangement doesn't work unless you learn to control them." Damon bit back at her.
"This wasn't supposed to happen." She sounded disappointed.
"Well, it did. If I had a good side...Not a way to get on it." Damon walked through them confidently. I followed behind him, but not before glancing at the woman before leaving. Her eyes were knowing, so she either knows I'm a witch, or my family name. Either way something about her and her daughter rubbed me the wrong way.
"That was close." I commented as we made it a safe distance from the house. The history teacher snorted.
I had driven Ric back to the school and the vamp brothers with Elena to the Salvatore boarding house. Elena had said that she needed a ride home, but she wanted to talk with Stefan for a bit.
Stefan saw that I was lingering outside the mansion. "You know, you can come inside. You must be cold."
I gave him a dry look. "You don't feel what I feel." It wasn't something that you could see per say. It's almost like that bad feeling you get when you walk into a place that seems sketchy, except multiplied by a thousand. It was suffocating. I hugged my arms as I turned my back to the large house.
"A lot has happened here." Stefan agreed.
I turned to face Stefan. "What do you care if I go in?" I eyed him with a cool stare.
"You helped save my life." He didn't look at me right away. But when he did, the sincerity threw me. Those kind eyes almost made me change my stance.
I took a step back. "Please don't do that. I went in there for selfish reasons."
"Maybe you did, but you went back for Damon even after what happened." I darkened at the mention of Grams, but I took a deep breath.
"Look, I may be a witch, but I'm not a bitch. I wasn't going to leave anyone behind." I told him honestly, not looking him in the eye.
"Well, thank you. I only came out to see if you want some of the fresh coffee I just made." I brightened at the mention of coffee. They were also stinking rich, so they had to have the expensive good kind. But then I noticed that had this knowing look.
I narrowed my eyes, "Did Elena put you up to this?" I looked behind me at the door, where it looked like the front door just shut.
"She just told me that you love coffee. I needed a peace offering." Stefan smiled.
I could feel myself getting annoyed. "Don't think a cup of coffee is going to make me forget everything that happened."
Stefan's smile dimmed. "It shouldn't, but I do hope that it will lead to you maybe hating me less."
I folded my arms as I began to walk toward the ominously scary house. I look at the house warily as I said, "It better be the expensive kind." His answering chuckle made me roll my eyes. After Stefan showed me where I would find the prized hot coffee, he retreated back to his room where Elena joined him.
"I won't be long, Mal." Elena had said. I couldn't care less, as I was currently enjoying my love affair with this french coffee.
"Still around I see, Witchy." My eye roll was so obvious that I was sure he could even hear it.
"You know, I have a name." I crossed my arms as I quipped sassily. "Or maybe I should start calling you vampy." I added as I swiveled around in the nifty bar chair to mean mug the attractive vamp. He had a drink in his hand, and his smirk was evident. Though that wasn't as unsettling as the fact that he was a lot closer than I had expected. I kept my face blank though my eyes were curiously raking over him. He was getting to be drunk, and according to what I knew about vampires, it took a lot for them to be. He had to have downed an entire bottle since I've been outside.
His smirk widened at the sight of my wandering eyes, but I couldn't help but notice the sadness in his. The same look he possessed when I had initially saw him in the bar, it was there. His emotions pulled me in and the intensity of them made me want to cry, throw things, stab myself in the heart. Because I was feeling what he was feeling. And his emotions were too much to handle, part of being a vampire. No one deserved to feel like that, and yet I decided I didn't care. All Stefan and Damon Salvatore did was bring death wherever they went. And my family got caught in the crossfire.
"Earth to Witchy." I blinked, remembering that I was still here in the kitchen with him. His face was guarded, almost like he knew what I was doing.
"What happened to you?" I asked curiously. I had heard bits and pieces of the story from Elena and Bonnie, but it didn't matter because those pieces didn't explain the 150 years of pain in his eyes.
I saw his jaw clench and at least two defense mechanisms start up before my eyes. I guess I had gone too far. His eyes went dark, but I stood my ground, as I waited for him to say something really fucked up to me. I had a fascination with guys like him, because they were so defensive, that my magic felt them and I just needed to know more about what makes them tick. I hadn't realized that that's what I did with Tyler. Damn, I seriously had a type.
"Mal, we can head out now." Elena walked into the kitchen and stopped. My eyes left his and traveled to the brunette's. I smiled and grabbed the random travel mug that I stole to hold the marvelous coffee. I cautiously stepped around the vampire to join Elena, though he now looked thoroughly confused. I didn't dwell on that too long, so I left the creepy house and got on the road with my best friend.
"What was that about?" Elena asked me as I drove.
"What?" I askes dumbly.
"That whole suck your soul thing with Damon." Elena had that concerned look in her eye and I wasn't about to get lectured by her.
"He was trying to intimidate me but I stood my ground, that's it." I deflected, hoping she believed me.
"Okay, but you didn't see his face. What did you say to him?" Elena was way too intuitive for her own good.
"I can't remember, I was staring in his eyes too long." I decided to pretend to be shallowly distracted. "Like I don't even know how you talk to him."
"Well, he's a dick." Her eyes are burning into the side of my head. "And-"
I was surprised and annoyed by the direction of this conversation. "And I even don't like the Salvatores, so save your 'stay away from him' speech." I side-glanced her, "Besides, if that's how you feel maybe you shouldn't have come to me for help." I instantly felt bad after her response.
"You're right."
Yup, I'm definitely an asshole for that one.
Longer Chapter guys! I was late getting it out and I hope it was worth the wait. Let me know what you think!