Okay, so I felt really bad about only doing a three page chapter, and after all of your reviews- I got my inspiration back! I figure with this, and the other chapter both of them would about equal the normal size of chapters for this story. So read, enjoy, and tell me how much you love me in your reviews afterwards!
P.S. I also changed my penname in case some of you didn't already notice lol. I do that; sticking with the same penname bores me. So don't freak or anything it's still me, Madeline. Only now it's Swan's Catastrophe hehe
Without a word, Damon took my by the arm and swung me around so the I was on his back, piggy-back style.
He turned back to me, smirking. "I would hold on tight, this is going to be a bumpy ride"
I rolled my eyes, resting my chin on his shoulder "Just get on with it" I snickered.
We didn't stop running- well, rather, Damon didn't stop running until we were well out of tracking range. Damon and Nathaniel were sure that Jonathan would be able to find us, but they assured that Jonathan wouldn't try anything until he knew what we were up to.
"Speaking of which…" I said, as I sat on the sidewalk of a small town "What are we up to?"
Damon gave me a once over, as if he were questioning my intelligence "I thought that the plan was implied, especially after I repeated it for you several time already"
Yep, definitely questioning my intelligence.
"So you mean, we're still going to find your cousins that hate you in a vampire coven up in the freezing mountains and hope that they agree to help destroy Jonathan?" I asked, just making sure.
Damon's glare warranted no reply.
I sighed and leaned back against Gabriel's chest as he lounged beside me.
"Sounds like a stupid plan to me" I muttered "You should at least have a back up plan- seeing as Jonathan can control you and everything"
Another glare from Damon. I crossed my arms over my chest and turned towards Gabriel.
"Someone's in a pissy mood" I whispered conspiratorially. Gabriel chuckled, pinching my ear.
"This is how he's always like. Only about ten times worse" Gabriel murmured.
"I can here you both- and I will kill you. Shut-up"
At that, Gabriel and I exchanged glances before bursting into obnoxious laughter. Damon fumed, and, with the grace of a ballet dancer rose before stalking off.
Gabriel turned to me and shrugged lightly "Was it something we said?"
I snickered, smacking him lightly on the arm as I glanced over at Peter and Nathaniel. The two seemed to be in deep conversation about something.
It almost looked like they were…flirting?
Don't tell Damon, he'll flip his shit. Gabriel's mental voice echoed, waeily.
I stared wide-eyed at Gabriel
"You mean-"
Nathaniel and Peter are gay? Duh, I'm a mind-reader. Besides, only a blind person wouldn't be able to see it. Damon knows about Nathaniel, but if he finds out that Nathaniel fancies himself a werewolf- Damon will literally flip his shit.
I raised a speculative eyebrow at Gabriel.
'And how, exactly, does one go about flipping their shit?' I thought towards him
Gabriel flashed me a wicked grin. Sorry, pixie-dust, seeing Damon in that kind of mood isn't for the faint of heart.
"Fuck you, Felling" I hissed with narrowed eyes, despite the small smile on my face.
Gabriel shrugged innocently.
"It's for your protection" He insisted
I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to Peter and Nathaniel.
Almost immediately, Peter raised his eyes to me, noticing my staring. He smiled faintly and wiggled his fingers around in a small wave. I smirked at the werewolf, liking him already, before he turned his attention back to Nathaniel.
After a few more minutes of loitering around on the sidewalk, Damon returned with two bags full of something. He tossed them to me, seeming to be in a better mood, and smirked.
"Eat up" He commanded.
I opened the bag to see a warm, fresh, cheeseburger, a medium order of curly fries, and a chocolate milkshake. But the best part was in the second bag. Underwear, socks, and sweatpants. I was finally going to have underwear.
I'm pretty sure my mouth started watering right then and there. Before anyone could say anything, I walked quickly into one of the small alleys and dressed hurriedly.
The rest of the conversation I took in while ravaging my food; receiving amused looks from Damon the entire time.
"You seem to be in a better mood" Nathaniel commented, voicing my thoughts exactly.
"I'm always in a better mood after I've fed." Damon sighed lazily. Peter raised an eyebrow as he walked to stand beside me and Nathaniel.
For a split second, I could have sworn I saw Damon's eyes flit from Nathaniel to Peter and narrow ever so slightly. My heart froze in my chest- and then Damon's eyes were on me, along with every other man nearby.
"Are you okay?" Gabriel asked, as my heart unfroze and began pumping wildly and erratically in my chest.
I glanced back at Damon. Whatever look he'd had before was gone now.
"I'm fine" I said smoothly, taking another sip of my milkshake "Just thought I saw something"
You'd think someone had just taken out a bazooka and aimed it at us, the way all of their heads shot up. I mentally winced. Wrong lie, wrong lie.
After a few seconds of complete and utter silence, all of them listening, they seemed to relax and Nathaniel turned back to me.
"It was probably one of the townspeople" He said lightly. I hurriedly agreed, apologizing for freaking them all out.
At least I knew that right now, while I was with them I was probably one of the safest people on earth- or the most endangered.
I looked over towards Damon and our eyes met. It sent a small, thrilled, shiver down my spine, but I ignored it.
"So how long until we get to stop again?" I groaned
"Not until we're there" Damon replied "It'll only be an hour or so"
I blanched, feeling the strong urge to cry.
Contrary to popular belief, the bag of a vampire is not the most comfortable or efficient means of travel. I don't know about other vampires, but Damon does not dodge branches and trees- no, he fucking tears through them- like some maniac beast. The vampire flashed me a toothy grin and raised his eyebrows teasingly.
"You can ride with me this time" Peter offered.
I brightened at that thought. Riding on the back of a warm, fuzzy, gargantuan dog had always been a little dream of mine.
Damon narrowed his eyes "You better keep your paws off her, mongrel. No inappropriate touching. I know how you werewolves are, always taking your liberties with women while you're in dog form. Well I'm going to say this right now, if you lick her face or any other part of her body- I'll cut your tongue off"
Nathaniel and I gave each other disbelieving looks at Damon's hypocrisy.
So it's not alright for werewolves to take liberties with women while in wolf form- yet Damon is allowed to take liberties with women whenever the hell he wants? What a load of bull.
Peter chuckled anyway, an easy smile coming to his face "I don't think you'll have to worry about that. Chloe's…not my type"
"She better not be" Damon growled under his breath as he walked towards the isolation of the forest.
Peter turned to me and winked, chuckling softly as we followed Damon.
"He's a bit protective, eh?" Peter laughed. I laughed along.
"I would call if possessive. Which is kind of ironic, because he doesn't own me!" I yelled the last part loud enough for Damon to hear.
Peter snickered beside me and shrugged.
Once we were under the cover of the forest, we took another few minutes to rest and relax and then Peter shifted into wolf form.
He was a big ass wolf. I needed Gabriel's help to climb onto Peter's back. Once I was settled, Peter glanced back at me and motioned for me to hold on to the fur near his shoulders. I obeyed, and then we were off- again.
It was weird, watching the area change slowly before my eyes. And to say it was cold up in the mountains would be an understatement. It was snowing.
Before we had even reached the coven, although we were close, everyone froze and sniffed the air.
I stared at them curiously before they all took off running towards the coven at a speed that I had thought to be impossible.
When we finally arrived, there was a look of pure horror on every one of our faces.
It was still snowing here, but the snow was mixing with something else. Ashes.
Standing on the front steps of the burning mansion was Jonathan, smiling wickedly at us.
With blithe nonchalance, he raised two heads; completely detached from their bodies. A pretty girl and a handsome boy.
Their cousins.
"Damon, Nathaniel…Gabriel. I've been expecting you all for quite some time now. Why don't we have a little chat, Hm?"
Oh, balls.
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