"What the fuck, Mason? Watch the hands!" Callie snapped as the six-foot-were pulled her into his and Tyler's room and slammed the door behind them.
"You've been avoiding me." He growled, his eyes turning a light, light brown. "And what the fuck was that out there with Salvatore?"
"Avoidance is the cowardly way out, and I ain't no coward." She told him pointedly. "And Stefan –"she emphasized the vampire's name causing Mason's eyes to narrow. "– and I were training. Like how were supposed to."
"He was almost fucking you!" he snarled, pushing her against the wall and towering above her.
Callie was a tall girl, not as tall as Lucy, but pretty tall, and a girl with a lot of curves. But standing with Mason crowding her and him towering above her, made Callie feel small and petite. A feminine sigh floated through her, before she steeled her spine, just like her mama taught her to, and glared the man down.
"Step back, Mason." She ordered him, refusing to retreat at the look in his eye. Anger, frustration and a whole lotta need simmered in his gaze as he glared down at her.
"Do you wanna fuck him?" he bit out through clenched teeth, as he placed his arms on either side of her, boxing him in. "Is that it?"
Glaring at him, Callie placed a hand on his chest, momentarily distracted at the heat seeping into her hand, before pushing. Grunting when he barely moved, her brows lowered into a scowl.
"What the fuck is with the 50 questions?" she asked him. "What I have or have not going on with Stefan is none of your damn business." She told him, placing both hands against his chest and pushing. Cursing when instead of moving back he moved into her, Callie stared up at him. "Move, Mason. Now!" she barked.
"Or what?" he sneered down at her, his eyes roaming her face hungrily.
Tilting her head back, Callie opened her mouth to issue a small spell only to have the obstinate idiot, swoop down and capture her lips in a possessive kiss.
Suddenly Callie was taken back to 12 months ago, when she had been in this man's bed, under this man's body. Muttering a vicious curse, Callie gripped Mason's shirt at his waist and hauled him closer, a moan escaping her lips as he dominated her mouth.
"Mase, Derek said – shit!" Stiles came to an abrupt halt as he barged in on the kissing pair. "Dammit!" he whined, covering his eyes as the two jerked a part. "First Bonnie and Derek. Now you two!"
"What the hell do you want, Stiles?" Callie barked, her eyes drifting close as Mason kissed the side of her neck, his nose nuzzling her pulse.
"Derek wants the two of you out there so we can go over what's happening tonight." Stiles muttered, hand still over his eyes.
"We'll be out soon." Mason confirmed, his eyes never leaving Callie.
"Ok." Turning, with his hands still over his eyes, Stiles stumbled out slamming the door behind him.
"I'm sorry." He rumbled, his lips brushing her temple.
Sighing, Callie rested a hand back on his chest, pushing him slightly so that she could look up at him.
"There's nothing between me and Stefan. You know that right? Stefan's is Lucys once she decides to get her head out of her arse and do something about it."
"I know." He assented. "But it drives me crazy seeing another man's hands on you." He muttered, scowling when someone pounded on the door.
"You two stop fucking each other and get out here!" Stiles called out, yelping when Mason wrenched open the door and snarled at him. Laughing when Stiles swallowed nervously, Callie pushed past Mason.
"Let's go Stiles." She told the younger man, ignoring the way Mason growled at the both of them.
"This isn't finished, Callie." He told her. Looking over her shoulder, Callie shot him a grin.
"I know. To be continued tonight." She sassed, winking at him.
Stefan had been watching Lucy watch him for the past four days and Stefan honestly didn't know what to do.
Ever since the whole Elena debacle, Stefan had been more than a little gun-shy jumping back into a relationship. And from her little tirade the last time they saw each other, unless he wanted a relationship, he could forget about anything else.
Because despite the vibe she gave off, Lucy was definitely a relationship type of girl.
"You and the witch really need to get a room." His brother snarked, coming up beside him. "Because you two eye-fucking each other is really beginning to get on my nerves."
"Because I live to please you, right Damon." Stefan shot back, ignoring his brother as he rolled his eyes at him.
It was easier being in his presence now than it was a year ago. A year ago, Stefan could've cheerfully shoved a stake through his brother's heart and danced gleefully on his grave, after what he had done to him.
But Stefan supposed they both had been taken for a ride. Elena had lead them on a merry chase all for her own amusement. And both himself and Damon fell for it like the stupid fools they were.
"No, but you should." Damon insisted. "When had the fucking world changed so damn much?" he complained. "We have Judgey acting not like Judgey at all –"
"I like this Bonnie." Stefan interrupted, watching as the Alpha and Bonnie embraced once again, causing Stiles and Scott to groan and Blade to deliberately turn his back on the kissing twosome. Obviously not something a father wants to see is his daughter being molested by her lover. "This Bonnie is kick ass."
"Well I don't!" Damon insisted. "She too fucking – different. I want the old Judgey back!" he snapped. "And then we have Scrabby fucking Doo who needs to keep his hands to himself, the father from hell who scares the shit out of even me, and that damn cousin who continues to lay me on my ass. When did the world fucking change?!"
Stefan supposed that for Damon who was use to everyone bowing down to his wishes, Bonnie included, that this new family dynamic was unsettling. Damon usually was the biggest of the bad, he was the one women usually flocked around and he was the one who always called the shots. Even if the idea was a bad idea.
Damon stepping into a situation where he was an afterthought had to irritate him. But like those around them, Stefan really couldn't find the need to give a damn.
His relationship with his brother had always been tumultuous at best. Loved each other because of blood, but hated each other with the same amount of emotion.
It had been their father's fault. Giuseppe Salvatore had pitted his two sons against each other at a very young age, creating an atmosphere of competition. Unlike Damon, Stefan had recognised in his late teens, flat out telling his father he refused to be his pawn.
Damon however continued to hold onto that competitive spirit, especially after Giuseppe sneeringly told him, Stefan was the favored son.
And since that day, Damon had lived to make Stefan's life hell. And Stefan was over it. Over Damon.
"We all need to grow up sometime Damon." Stefan told him, irritation lacing his voice. They honestly didn't need Damon's dramatics right now. "Even you."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean, brother?"
Stefan gave a caustic laugh.
"Funny how you call me brother, yet willingly jumped into bed with my girlfriend a few months back –" actually it had been more than a few months, but that was semantics.
Damon sighed impatiently.
"Are we still going on about that?" he asked, exasperated. "I thought we had gone past that already."
Stefan stared at him, mouth open in disbelief at his brother's attitude.
"No Damon, we haven't gotten over anything." Stefan snapped, letting the anger he felt towards his brother surface. "You pursued Elena despite the fact that she was with me. You slept with her, twice, throwing it in my face the first time, and me catching you in the act the second time. What did you want me to do, Damon? Sell tickets to the show?" he asked his brother incredously.
Damon's wild blue eyes flashed angrily as he stepped into his brother.
'Don't start this shit with me again, brother, or need I remind you of Katherine?"
"Yeah but there was one minor thing about the whole Katherine fiasco –"Stefan told him fiercely, stepping into him so that their faces were inches apart. "- I was compelled. One small little thing you keep forgetting despite the fact you continue to throw this in my face." He said lowly, green eyes blazing with anger. "You however did this deliberately. Vindictively. And for that, excuse the fuck out of me if I find it a little hard to get over." He snapped, spinning on his heel and storming away from Damon.
He didn't go far. Stiles had finally showed up with Callie, a scowling Mason in tow. Lucy who had been watching the exchange with interest, sauntered up to Stefan, who was leaning up against the side of the house, scowling.
No words were said, instead she leaned next to him, arms folded across her chest, one leg propped up against the wall behind her as they stood in silence, watching as Damon turned on his heel and stormed to the other side of the yard.
"Whatever it is you two have going on, you need to put it aside until this is finished." Blade's deep voice sounded next to them, causing Stefan to jump slightly.
Turning Stefan glared at Bonnie's father.
"We have it sorted." He told the man tightly.
"You'd better, because we can't afford distractions." He told him, turning and making his way over to Bonnie, who was now planted firmly in Derek's lap.
"Is this something we need to worry about?" Lucy asked him softly, watching as Blade began informing the small group gathered what was going down tonight.
"No." he bit out, jaw clenched tight.
"Are you sure." She asked softly.
"Yes, Damon's just being Damon."
Lucy sighed, moving so her shoulder was touching his.
"Okay then." Shooting him a quick glance she flashed him a slow smile. "Have you ever thought about emancipating yourself from your brother?" she teased him, watching as he took a deep breath, trying to release the tension in him.
Forcing himself to relax, Stefan's sea green eyes slid to hers.
"More times than not." He admitted after a pause.
Lucy smile widened as she rested her head against the wall behind her.
"Let me know, I know a kick ass divorce lawyer." She told him, happy when a small chuckle escaped him.