Previously:
A tiny murmur made its way to my ears, "Ardis?" my two syllable name floated over me like a cold breath, my body shivered and my breath hitched as my heart skipped a beat.
He was the only one that ever called me by my full name and it worked like a key on me if I were a lock, it undid all my walls put in place to protect myself; it let my heart free and I felt like a yoyo ready to spring back to him and into his strong arms.
Caroline. A voice floated through my mind, dragging all the walls down right back behind it, reminding me that my love was unrequited and will only be only that.
"Let's just go Damon." I say quietly, tugging on his hand, eager to get out of here and let Damon help me forget K-Klaus.
Damon looked down to me - I was rather petite and only reached his chin even in heels - and then back to K-Klaus before sighing and leading me out of the bar.
As soon as we were outside the bar I took a big breath of fresh air to clear my mind of his scent… he still smelt the same after all those years of fresh pine and cinnamon… like home…
I felt a tug on my hand and Damon looked to a Camaro that was parked a few steps down the sidewalk. I let him leading me to it and we got in.
The drive to wherever we were going was silent, neither of us spoke. I was lost trying to not think of him; no matter what I thought of he was anyways in the back of my mind. Him and the look in his eyes when we laid on the forest floor that day when I was 18… that day I thought I saw love in his eyes.
He changed through all those years, he went from being Nik, the young man that told me he loved me in between passionate kisses while we hid from his siblings in the woods to being Klaus, the walking nightmare of all supernatural beings and the man that chewed my heart and spit it right back out into the dirt at my feet.
I was nearly on auto pilot until I felt a cool glass in my hand and I looked up to the handsome man I met in the bar.
"You look like you need it." Was all he said before sorting a glass of brown liqueur for himself. "What's your name?" he asked, coming to stand about two steps away from me.
We were standing in an 1850's styled living room with a bar, sofas scattered around and a big fireplace in the middle. It was very impressing and looked rather masculine, not that I was expecting any less from my handsome stranger in black.
"Dis, my name is Dis Olor." I introduced myself for the second time today and sipped the drink he gave me. "You're Damon Salvatore?" I asked back.
Damon nodded his head and a slight silence filled the patronizing room until he spoke again, "What happened back there?" he asked, cold blue eyes searching mine.
How I wished he wouldn't ask that question… how do I explain my story without being pitied afterwards? Why should I explain myself to someone I don't even know? Could I find it in me to say those cruel words that filled my past?
I shake my head slightly and place the glass on the table next to me before taking the two steps that were separating us. I looked up at him to find his ice blue eyes staring at me, emotions unreadable before looking back down. I put my hands on his chest, grasping his black button down shirt lightly at the collar. My tongue darted to lick my lips nervously as I looked back up at him, into those blue eyes that were the wrong shade…
"Help me forget… Help me forget please…" I whispered and stared into his eyes.
A few seconds passed between us, a tense silence falling like a blanket on us. He stared right back at me until an unknown emotion flicked in his eyes; he blurred us into another room upstairs, crashed him lips to mine and pinned me against a wall with his body.
His lips were fierce against mine, he didn't wait for permission to explore my mouth, just took it. Our tongues battled heatedly until I submitted; weak in will from the situation earlier. He tasted of lemons and honey, never fully satisfying my needs as he explored my mouth, massaging his tongue on mine. It never felt so wrong in such an urgent moment; memories from a thousand years ago were freshly burnt in my mind, silently cursing me for letting the wrong man touch me.
Damon's hands lifted me off the ground and I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist. His mouth made a happy trail to my neck, sucking and nibbling on my pulse point made me let out small moans. I trailed my hands from around his neck to the front of his shirt, ripping it open and sliding it down his arms as he moved to lift my top off.
Chest to chest, I pushed him on the floor so I was now saddling him. Kissing down his muscular chest to the band of his jeans I couldn't help but picture the happy trail that should be there… shaking my head clear, I undo the button and pull the zipper down while our eyes are locked together. After a quick work of his jeans, I ripped his navy boxers to come face first to his thick length.
I slowly licked down his shaft before blowing cold air onto him and taking the head into my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down on him, massaging his balls and sometimes scraping my teeth along him. I could feel him being ready; the pulsing made his cock twitch in my mouth. I heard him release groans and pants and his hand pushed itself into my hair, pulling my head up and down to guide me. I pushed him down, deep throating before drawing back as he came over my jaw and breasts that were still bound in my red lacy bra.
I looked up to his eyes and he flipped us over, my back on the soft sheepskin rug. He slid my jeans off and ripped my thong; he open kissed my leg from my knee to my core and blew on it making me arch my back in the air. He gave a small swipe of his tongue as if in testing before working wonders to undo me. I felt heat slowly build in my abdomen as he added a finger and my hand flew to his hair gripping tight and the other gripped the rug. He added another finger sucking and nibbling at my clit as I let out moans and gasps at the exhilarating sensations more often, closer and closer together as I felt myself coming undone. I let out a loud gasp when he switched the position of his hand and mouth, his tongue darting into me white his finger gently massaged my clit just a second before my orgasm hit.
He let me ride out of cloud nine before kissing me hard on the mouth. I could taste myself on him and it turned me on even further. He undid my bra and slid it off, mouth never leaving mine as we grinded together, his erection brushing against my sensitive core. I wrapped my legs around his waist again and my hand went to align him with my entrance as his mouth moved down to pleasure my perk nipples. I arched my back again, forgetting our down bellows at the new sensation as he sucked and bit my nipple before switching and massaging it with his hand.
Suddenly he slammed into me, pushing at my walls to fit him in, he didn't wait for me to adjust before pulling out and slamming back in. He thrust into me quickly and hard while working on my nipples, my hands gripped his shoulders drawing blood causing him to bite down on my nipple hard enough to break the skin. I yanked his head back to mine before he could taste my blood, smashing out mouths together in an erotic kiss.
I could feel myself coming close to being undone for the second time as he hit the right spot in me; my moans got louder, more frequent and needy, he met me for each one with a pant or a groan. I tightened my legs around him, pulling him closer and allowing him to penetrate me deeper at the new angle. He slammed mercilessly into me, needing release as my walls tensed down on him. Seconds from my own release I felt him pulsate and we both dropped over the edge as his hot seed scattered over my torso.
When we came down from our highs, he slid off of me and slumped to lie next to me on the soft rug, both of us still panting from our experience. Neither one of us said anything; we didn't need to because he did exactly what I asked him to. Damon helped me forget him even if it was only for a few longer minutes, nothing was on my mind.
The fog from my dreamless sleep started to evaporate from my mind as the sun creeps higher and higher on my exposed thigh; I let out a sigh after trying and failing to move. I was held down in place by an arm draped around my waist and a warm hard body just an inch from touching my back.
I felt the body behind me stir and its heart rate increase ever so slightly telling me that he's awake. "Damon, where's your bathroom?" I asked, still facing in the opposite direction of him.
His hand ghosted over my naked thigh, "What's the hurry?" He purred in my ear, lightly nibbling on the lobe.
"I have things to do, people to find."
He dropped his hand and pointed me in the direction of a door. I blurred to the bathroom and quickly showered before chanting myself a new outfit, makeup and hairstyle.
Now dressed in a chiffon skater dress that ended just past mid-thigh and was two toned – the top bralet was white and the looser bottom a pale mint shade -, I paired it with a white button-less blazer, pair of white wedges and a mint channel shoulder bag. My makeup light with just thin eyeliner and pale pink lips, I straightened my hair with magic.
I walked out of the bathroom and sat on Damon's unused bed to wait for him to finish his shower. Just minutes later he walked out with a towel dangerously low around his waist and idly walked to a dresser, opening the top drawer.
"So, what's the deal with you and K-" I choked trying to say his name out loud, taking a big breath I repeated, "What's the deal with you and Klaus?" I asked this time without choking or stuttering.
Pained Dis is gone I've spent far too much of my life feeling sorry for myself about something that has happened a thousand years ago.
He turned to look at me for a second before letting out a sigh; turning back he let the towel drop leaving me with a clear view of his naked body, "I should be asking you that question, for all I know you could be working for him and just waiting for an occasion to drive a stake through my heart." He answered nonchalantly while sliding a pair of navy boxers on.
"Darlin' if I wanted to kill you I would've done so last night." I answered and leaned against his beds' headboard. "Let's just get to the point, shall we? I want to know what the biggest threat in this town is."
Surely, if Ester is back then the local vampires would know about her and probably have something to do with her, whether they'd be against her or not. She would be the biggest threat, considering that she is the witch of the original family and all, it really is a shame that she didn't know that my family bloodline was the most powerful witch bloodline ever; it's the reason why I've kept my powers, none of the spirits were able to take them away.
Damon started to do up his shirt walking towards me after putting on some black jeans, "Now why should I tell you?" He asked and stopped a step or so away from me.
"Let's just say that I could be a very influential ally, and considering that you fucked out your anger last night, it seems like you're going to need allies in whatever shit you've gotten yourself into." I finished my analysis of him.
I could feel the anger and the pain rolling of him as we fucked into oblivion last night, I might have not felt it then and there but I remember it now. I was trying to forget while he was trying to leash out, and it worked for both of us but now I want to know why he wanted to do so. Maybe it'll lead me to some useful information and I don't have to compel too many people; I don't really like compelling, though it must be my witchy side.
He scoffed and went to pour himself a drink for a Scotch bottle on one of the dressers, "And how can a weak vampire help me with a hybrid original?" He asked, leaning on the dresser, casually sipping his drink.
This time it was my time to scoff, weak vampire? May I be damned; this guy was dumber that I thought.
"Now, now, I don't like it when people underestimate me Damon…" I trailed off focusing on the arteries in his head.
He clenched his head in pain and dropped to his knees for a few seconds before I let him go.
"How?" he bit out in between breaths as his head healed.
"Magic." I smiled coyly, "C'mon you must have heard of it before? You do have a day light ring."
Damon let out a breath before picking up his glass and standing up, "You can't be a witch and a vampire, that's against nature."
"That's a story for another time, but you see… Klaus isn't the only original hybrid." I dropped the bomb, I might as well tell him and if he doesn't prove to be useful I'll just have to compel him. He just kept on staring at me, silently asking me to expand on that point. "All you need to know is that I was changed along with the original family and I'm a vampire witch hybrid."
"Yeah right, and what now? I'm supposed to tell you everything while we make tea and bake cookies so you can run off and tell everything to the big bad wolf?" he ask sarcastically making me laugh, "I don't think so honey."
"You don't have to believe me, you can just trust me that I can help you; we might not have the same intentions but our goal is similar enough for us to work together, the whole enemy of an enemy is a friend kind of thing. We might not be able to kill him but we can sure as hell make his existence so miserable that he will leave Mystic Falls." I think that's a reasonable proposition, I should finally give into my rage after a thousand years. "So why don't you fill me in on what's going on, huh?"
Silence fell upon the dark wooden room as he thought over my proposition; he finally agreed and started to fill me in on what has happened in the last year in this little town.
After the whole story, the only good thing that I found was that Michael was killed two days ago and Damon has no idea that someone named Ester even exists, which made relief flow through me. I heard from the spirits that Ester has been pulled over to the dark side, the spirits are scared that she will try to undo the bad she had once created but it's too late for that since nature has found balance in protecting the enemy race from extinction about a century after we were turned.
I had automatic dislike for the doppelganger and everyone constantly tried to save the little wrench lookalike of Tatia, she was the breathing evidence as to why I wanted to cause Klaus misery. The most recent piece of news was that Damon's brother, Stefan or The Ripper was gone along with the other wrench Katerina. This town is filled with drama like a TV series…
"C'mon might as well go grab a drink at the grill since you're in on everything." Damons said as he summed up the whole story.
AN: Extra-long chapter lovelies! What do you think? I hope it was worth the wait and I've got the next one ready so review and it'll be up soon! Love E Xoxo