Sixth.
I spent a lot of time in the house over the next week. It seemed to be the only surefire way to stay out of trouble. The internet became my outlet. I would spend hours on social media sites talking to other people that I didn't know and who didn't know me. I was amazed at how I was able to become a totally different person online. No one had to know about my past, my lifestyle, my age; all they cared about was who my favorite actor was and what kind of music I listened to. Lexi had no patience for sitting around all day looking at a computer screen so most of the day she would leave.
One day in the week following my night with Katherine I was sitting in the parlor engrossed in an online shopping site that I had stumbled upon when I heard the front door open and someone in heels walking briskly into the entranceway. I looked up and saw a gorgeous young girl with long blond hair, fair skin and a face that would have been stunning if she hadn't been pouting. She saw me as I rose from the couch and threw a disapproving look my way.
"Where's Damon?" she demanded without introducing herself. I looked up at her strangely for a moment.
"I don't know where he went, but he left about twenty minutes ago." I told her. Then she looked me up and down without even a modicum of subtlety.
"Well then, when he gets back tell him I am looking for him," she said. She started to turn away and then paused. "Who are you anyway?"
"I'm Norrah," I told her offering my hand which she looked at momentarily and then looked over me into the parlor.
"Are you a friend of Stefan's?" she asked pointedly.
"I guess you could say that," I told her, "I came here to see Damon and met Stefan in the process. I watched as anger flashed across her face, then out of nowhere Lexi popped in between us with a terrified look on her face.
"I can't help but wonder what Damon sees in you," she tells me. Lexi watches my reaction knowing full well how offended I was by the comment. She puts her hand over my mouth, warning me not to fall into her trap. "When he gets back tell him Rebekah Is looking for him," she instructs me.
"Rebekah who?" I ask back, frustration growing in my voice. In a flash she is at me neck, biting down hard. She had no intention of killing me, this was merely a warning.
"He'll know who," she says as she wipes her lips with the back of her hand. "I'll be back," she warns me as she walks out of the parlor, through the entranceway and out the front door.