"What?" Niklaus said breathily when I didn't respond for a moment. I pushed him off of me. I couldn't handle all this touching, it brought emotions that I had long tried shutting off to bubble up to the surface. Emotions are distracting. I needed to stay true to my plan. Keep my eye on the goal.
"We should talk about what we are going to do with Stefan." I said walking away from him for the moment to my bag where i pulled out a mirror and went about fixing my hair.
"Oh come on Riv, we have all the time in the world to talk about Stefan." he watched me adjust my clothes and apply red lipstick over my lips and smack them.
"and we will have all the time in the world once Stefan is dead." I said and stood up.
"Like I said we will worry about Stefan when I say to." he sauntered over to where I was standing much like he had when we first met and put my face in his hands, "no need to rush little love," he kissed me softly now, "but since your so eager, I will tell you the first part of my plan. I need them to trust us, and thats where you come in." he dropped his hand from my face. "Stefan and I share a common goal. Silas is an old old vampire who has something we both want, a cure."
"Wait, why would you want to cure yourself?" I said slowly, knowing full well it was out of Klaus' character.
"I wouldn't. But if one of my beloved family members gets ahold of it" I was picking up my things as I walked.
"Tonight. At 8. Im picking you up for a founders party."
It wasn't a question. That was one of the things I liked and hated about Niklaus, everything was an order never a question.
"Right then, you can let yourself out." I clambered out the door quickly before it got anymore awkward than it already was and as soon as I turned around, Damon Salvatore was in front of me.
"Jesus Christ! You scared the shit out of me." I said pushing him aside and walking swiftly the opposite direction of my house.
"You look"
"No no, I didn't mean it like that, I mean every time Ive seen you up until now your so, put together and right now you looked different-"
I stopped and turned towards him.
"Look Damon, Im really not in the mood and Im not thirsty right now anyways."
He raised his eyebrows and held up his hands as if to say sorry than said, "Well, I was really wondering if your hungry, I was going to go to the next town over for a bite.
I inspected his face then thought about what Klaus had said about the cure.
"Alright, I'll join you."
He motioned me into his car and we hopped in.
When we had both gotten situated he started the car and we headed out of Mystic Falls he started the real reason why he wanted to talk.
"We heard you and Klaus talking inside the bar, Are you guys like a thing?" he asked slowly.
"Its complicated. Ive known Klaus for a long time. We spent some time together in the South in the later part of the 20's and the early 30s, he helped me out of a bad situation. Whats this I hear about a cure?"
He looked at me sideways and cleared his throat, "Supposedly, theres a cure for vampirism. We're trying to get it for Elena." he kept it short and sweet.
"Niklaus told me if Elena gets the cure, he will use her as his personal hybrid making juice box. Why not just let her stay how she is? You cant honestly think that life would be better than a life as a vampire can you?"
"Its what Elena wants." Damon didn't look at me while he said it and I sensed there was something more.
"You don't want her to go back do you?" I asked as he turned off the freeway and into the small town next to Mystic Falls.
"Elena is sired to me now. She needs to be human again. Its not my decision." He sounded genuine, sad. Like he wanted nothing more than for Elena to be a vampire and be happy with him for life.
"Most of us don't get a decision Damon. She's lucky she has one. Did you choose?" It was a rather personal question for a vampire to ask another. Its always been a bit taboo amongst vampires to talk about the turn, its an intimate moment between you and the one who gave you new life, not to be openly discussed usually. But around Damon i felt comfortable, we both knew where the other stood, and we stood on opposite sides of the field. We knew that. It wasn't about double crossing each other because each knew the others goal. So it felt easy to talk openly with him, and I enjoyed it. We had a lot in common after all.
"Yes. I knew for a long time before it happened. I would drink freely from my sire. Katherine Peirce was her name; I thought it was love. I was wrong. And what about you? The Mysterious Vampire come to slaughter my brother. How was it that you turned?"
The mysterious vampire, my words coming from his mouth.
I studied him for a moment. There was an unexplainable intimacy to drinking from a vampire, he didn't seem like the type to do something like that openly. But I didn't know him well enough to judge quite yet.
"I begged to be turned for three years before he would do it."
