THE COMPLICATIONS

A/N: Sorry for the delay but I did make it longer. THANK YOU for the amazing reviews. You guys just...I really do not know what to say so I'll let the story do the talking. We are so close 300, I am so excited and I owe it all to you.

I ended up spending the remainder of the night in Damon's bed and it was wonderful. We didn't do anything beyond the casual caresses or brief kisses as we were simply busy talking. I told him about how I broke the news to the Cullens and he returned explaining the sun and the moon curse.

And I thought I had problems.

Regardless, I enjoyed how we were easily blending back into the two idiots that met in the side of the road. I had missed him and his little quirks, even his inappropriate jokes.

With a tired sigh, I roll over but smile when strings arms pull me closer so I am now resting on his muscled torso. My fingers lazily trailed over the muscled panes, taunting him by trailing close to the

Like last night, he couldn't seem to get enough of my hair. His fingers were running through the dark and messy mane with gentle care. "Morning" he breathed.

I smiled when I felt his lips brush my forehead. "Good morning" I reply and push myself up together a good look at him. His hair messy with a sexy bed-head look while his blue eyes darkened as the eyelids drooped, still lulled with sleep.

"Sleep well?" he inquired with genuine sincerity and interest.

I smiled against his skin. "Yeah, I did. What about y-" my hand flew up to cup my mouth as my head grew dizzy and I felt the nausea kick in.

Within seconds, I rolled off him and began to rush towards the bathroom, stumbling on the way but finally reaching the toilet. The hand now dropped down to my stomach as I felt the familiar putrid feeling rise up to my throat when throwing up.

"I knew there was a reason why I hated being human..."

Hearing his voice and feeling his presence in the room made me groan before throwing up some more.

I was surprised, angry and touched when I felt his cool fingers stroke my forehead before pushing my hair back for me.

"Thanks" I grumbled, flushing the toilet and then collapsed back onto the floor, next to the toilet with one palm on my forehead.

Damon crouched next to me and I cowered behind my hands. Still, he wouldn't let it go when his fingers held my wrists and pulled them away from my eyes. "You okay?" he asked but with an amused glint in his bright eyes.

"I'm fine" I replied in a dulled tone and tried to get up. Damon realised what I was doing and stood up, handing me his hand as he helped me up.

"Come on, there's no need to be embarrassed" he nudged me playfully. "It happens to everyone" he reassured me with a small comforting smile, which I returned.

I was about to reply but there was a knock on the door that got his attention."I'll get that" he said and made a move to leave but then paused to turn to me. "Use the shower - you stink" he smirked.

In reply, I stuck my tongue out at him and flipped him off but he simply grinned and walked off.

Once he was gone, I took his advise and stripped off my clothing so I could try out his awesome looking shower.

-XxxxxxxxX-

The delicious smell of bacon and pancakes lured me downstairs into the kitchen.

There, I found Elena and Stefan huddled by the dining table. Damon was absent which made me feel queasy.

Nonetheless, I took a deep placating breath and smiled before stepping into the room. "Morning lovebirds" I slipped into the chair opposite them.

"Bella..." Elena's smile was so sickeningly sweet that it was obviously fake and forced. "How are you?" she question but I could tell it was simply for the sake of asking.

"I'm good" I nodded and then politely gestured towards them, "What about you guys?"

"We're alright" Stefan answered for both of them and that just reminded me of Edward and I's relationship. "Would you like some breakfast?" he kindly offered, surprising me.

"God yes!" I exclaimed, making them a jump a little. "I am starving" just to prove my point, my stomach growled in anticipation as the smell had grown more potent and alluring.

He nodded and stood up, walking towards the cupboards and then pulling out several boxes. "We've got porridge or...um...oatmeal?" he suggested and I felt my appetite die.

What was the difference?

They both sounded disgusting right now and would simply make me want to puke again.

"I just made breakfast" Damon made himself known, walking into the room but the happiness erased as it was now replaced with an angered frown. "She does not need that crap" he snapped at his brother and shoved the boxes back into the cupboard.

"What she needs is a healthy diet" Stefan argued, crossing his arms over his chest as he cast a disappointed glare at his brother. "She needs her strength-"

"No, what she needs is for you to stop making decisions for her" Damon took a dangerously close step towards him.

"I'm trying to help her" Stefan exclaimed, childishly throwing his arms in the air.

This did not go well by Damon who only grew more agitated, "No one asked for your help" he growled and I tried not to focus on how sexy I found that. "She certainly did not!" he added.

"What? So she should depend on you?" Stefan quirked an eyebrow as if amused by the thought and my hatred for him grew. "You have a girlfriend and now you have a teenage girl carrying your child"

Okay, now I've had enough.

"Stop!" I screamed, the command echoing and sending chills trough the huddled Elena. "Both of you stop!" I glared at them, wondering how they hadn't killed each other yet. "Your arguing is petty and childish and frankly it's giving me a headache" I groaned, massaging my temple.

Dropping my hands, I then focused on the main source of my rage. "And Stefan" I called to him and clenched my jaw when he glared at me. "I do not need you making any decisions for me" I stated and my stare made him bow his head in shame. "This is between me and Damon" I added and sent a warning glance at Elena too.

However, this only gave her boyfriend a chance to "Bella, you don't realise the kind of risk you're putting yourself up to" Stefan began again and I rolled my eyes. "What you need-"

"No offence Stefan but I do not know you" I snapped, cutting him off with a wave of my hand. "Which means that you do not get to give any input into how I should live my life"

"I'm just trying to help" he defended himself in a weak and lowered voice.

I smiled, "Then start by giving me some bacon"

"That's not..." he began but stopped when I cut him off with an arched brow and my best bitchy glare.

Finally, he understood the message and turned around to fill my plate. Elena had even walked up next to him to help.

I was about to flash Damon my victorious smile but only found him trudging out of the room and entering the living room with slumped shoulders and a tired sigh.

A frown now marred my features and I slipped off the chair, naturally following after him. "Aren't you the one who told me not to let him get to me?" I teased with a smirk as I watched him fall down on the sofa with a defeated look.

He scoffed a dry laugh and a shake of his head. "This isn't about Stefan"

"What is it?" I wondered worriedly, collapsing beside him.

He was about to explain when we were interrupted with the appearance of an older, probably mid-twenties, handsome man. His light brown locks were slightly curled but styled back. He was casually dressed in a plain grey t-shirt and dark jeans. "Hey man, I have to get g-" he paused when his eyes finally landed on us.

I offered a shy wave in greeting, suddenly feeling like a school girl with a crush.

What? He was very very handsome...

"Isabella, right?" he flashed a friendly smile that made his features more youthful. "I have heard a lot about you" he held out his hand and I accepted it, hoping that I was not blushing.

I smirked at Damon and then glanced back at the one I knew was Alaric. "He told you about me?" I inwardly felt myself soar with the confirmations of his nod. "Damon can't seem to help bragging about me" I said, making both of us laugh. "He told me about you too, Alaric right?"

Damon had talked about him, quiet a lot actually and I was happy to learn that he had a friend.

"Yep" he nodded, nervously glancing over my shoulder before looking back at me.

I nudged him playfully, "I suppose I should thank you for keeping him in check"

"Keep Damon in check?" he questioned me and I understood.

"Yeah, never mind" I smirked at Damon but he was so deep in thought, I doubted he was even listening to us.

Now I was officially worried.

"As much as I would love to stay, I have to go" Alaric began to shrug into the jacket and surprisingly zipped it up. "I should leave you two" he smiled and patted my shoulder.

"Well it was nice meeting you" I called to him as he began to walk away. He only gave Damon a small apprehensive glance and remained quiet as he exited.

"Okay" I turned back to Damon and crossed my arms. "Tell me what's wrong" I demanded and cursed myself for faltering at the end. My angst was already exposed in my wavering voice.

He slowly looked up at me with emotionless and graven eyes. After watching me for a while, he grew determined yet masked when standing up and grabbing my hand. "Come with me"

I wasn't given a chance to answer as he he pulled me into the room that his best friend had been.

He then let go of my hand and began to pace the space before him.

I looked at the rest of the room and found that it was a dining room with a classy crystal chandelier hanging above. The dining set with mahogany and looked very antique.

However, what really caught my eye was how table was now covered in several books, clippings and papers, some had even flooded the floor.

"You can't have this baby" His words took me back and I felt the fear creeping in with his icy stare now frostily fixated on me. His defeated slump left him leaning on the wall opposite me, intentionally wanting the large space between us. "You can't have-"

"I heard you" I replied, matching his coldness. "I-I heard you" my knees were giving in so I gripped one chair and slowly slid down onto it. My trembling hands now planted on my knees as I willed myself to take deep calming breaths.

I heard his footsteps but they seemed distant. It was only until I felt his hands slip something in my hands that I realised he was standing before me.

With great hesitance, I peeked up at him but he avoided it, clenching his jaw and gritting through clenched teeth. "Read"

I now focused on the heavy weight of the book placed on my hands. I slipped one of the hands out from under it and clenched and unclenched my fingers, trying to stop the shivers.

Then, I ran it down my face and blinked to help focus on the blurred ink on the page. Regardless of a page filled with words and no pictures, the right words did stand out for me.

Eleanor Brewer...21 years of age...young...bites on her neck...child...weak and drained...not string enough...both died...1932...

"I'm not letting you do this"

My entranced state was broken with Damon's hard-edged determination but my fright although heightened, was pushed back when the dream manifested in my thoughts.

I couldn't let that go.

I couldn't let this - our baby, go.

"You told me you won't tell me what to do" I tried to laugh but it sounded off, making us both cringe at the hoarse sound.

He angrily slammed his palms on the table. "That's before I knew it would kill you" he viciously growled, now I was cursed with having his fierce and angered eyes on me.

"There are a thousand - no - a million women out there trying to get pregnant but can't" I argued, hating the fact that he was pushing me into a corner. I was tired of vampires making decisions for me and I thought Damon was different. "I have been lucky enough to..." I trailed off when the sweet image returned. The perfects dark haired and blue eyed baby in my hands.

"You can have another one" damon roughly pulled the chair near me and sat down, like a mad man. "You've got time! Maybe with - that human boy" he stammered frantically, running his fingers through his hair and then widening his eyes when something dawned onto him. "That one you told me about"

"Mike?" his name was bitter when leaving me. "I am not going - no - ew - urgh - no, not Mike" I shot up from the seat and walked off but Damon blurred in front of me, blocking my path.

"This thing could kill you" his voice had now gentled into a rasped whisper, finally allowing me to read into the fear that iced his blue orbs.

Locking our gazes, I placed a hand to my chest, "My body, my choice" I replied, hoping that he would drop the talk and let me leave.

How wrong I was.

"You can't do this"

I placed a comforting palm onto his chest and then slid it up to his shoulder before resting it behind his neck. "I'm going to be fine" I murmured and moved closer to him, tightening my hold on him. "It's all going to be okay" I said, wanting to believe the words myself.

As usual he tried to read me and the warmth now shading his silver flecks suggested his resilience. Again I was wrong because he reached up to grip my wrists and then pull them away from his face. "I am not taking that chance" he gritted and held my hands down.

"I am tired of you vampires thinking that you can control me and my decisions. I am sick of you all making me feel like I'm too weak and stupid just because I'm a human" I rambled, now speaking out of the darkened thoughts of my last memories of the Cullens.

"Fine!"

I blinked up at Damon who grabbed his jacket and was now heading towards the front door.

I hosted my steps and followed after him, gripping his hand to stop him from leaving. "What does that mean?" I asked, breathing heavily as the doubts and worries now flooded in.

He held the door ajar, still prepared to leave. Then, he leaned in close to me with the mask still firm in place but his burning rage now forevermore present with the dangerous shudders racking his body. His tight fists pressed by his side and his nostrils flared with his heavy breathing.

"Your body - your choice"

DPOV

Well you can't say I didn't try.

Human can be so frustrating with their stupidity and blatant lack of respect for the short life that they had.

Here Isabella was, young at eighteen and with the world at her fingertips. She was smart, funny and sexy and was willing to destroy her life with what - a baby?

And what was with the statistics? I didn't care whether a billion women wanted kids - I only cared...

Urgh.

I tried but apparently anything I said wasn't worth anything.

Well, I was not going to sit there and watch yet another person die. It was depressing as hell and I was not going through that again.

I needed a drink.

All the good stuff was back home but I really didn't want to be there. Between my annoying brother and a suicidal teenager, the house wasn't exactly welcoming.

It wasn't long before I caught sight of the Mystic Grill and slowly began to slow down by the side. However, once I was parked outside, my phone buzzed.

Don't look...don't look...don't look...

I looked.

I'm sorry for making you feel like this. I did not want you to feel obligated to do anything.

Just say the word and I'm gone.

I'm sorry.

~ B

I knew I shouldn't have looked.

How the hell did she do that?

Damn it!

The engine was on and I was taking a sharp turn back around, ignoring the car horns as I accelerated down the road, but I was not going back to the house.

A/N: Longer update with a lot packed in. Where is Damon going? Do you feel for him? Feel for Bella? Angry at Stefan?

Teaser is up now on my Facebook (link on profile). Clue: surprise guest joining the situation.

Question: Any ideas on who the mystery person will be?

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