Sweet Dreams are Made of This
Chapter 11: Crying Wolf
Beta: un-beta'd
Disclaimer: I own nothing of TVD's, only Cassandra and my story.
"Bye Cassandra. It was nice seeing you." Andie said from the door sweetly. The vampire poked her head up from the couch and waved, "Bye! Same here." She said cheerfully but she didn't exactly mean it that way. Sure Andie was a sweetheart but all she heard was her and Damon all last night. He really had no resistance and some incredible stamina. Damon came down the steps with a smile on his face, obviously lucky from the night before.
"You had fun last night." Cassandra stated from her spot on the couch, she was much too engrossed in her book to meet his gaze. "Yep. Sure did." He smirked joining her on the couch. "Is it too much to ask that the two of you keep it down next time you have a little sleepover?" She said.
"Whatever could you mean Cassandra?" Damon asked sarcastically; know his rendezvous with Andie could have woken the dead.
"I think you know exactly what I mean." She raised her eyebrow at him but he still sat there with that dumb look on his face. He wanted her to say it out loud. However what she did next was beyond his expectations.
She tossed the book on the coffee table and stretched on the couch, her back making a delicious arch. She started to caress her body and make little moans and sighs.
"Oh Damon…yes." Damon watched her with widened eyes but he couldn't break his stare on her imitation of Andie.
"Ah! Fuck me harder, oh don't stop!" Her hands moved from her breasts down to her toned stomach and then to the insides of her thighs.
"Mmm, make me cum baby! Bite me please!" Her moans filled the room and Damon could feel the need for a cold shower coming on. His hungry eyes traveled up and down her body, following her hands and every once and a while flicking up to her face. Her mouth made an 'o' shape as her moans passed through her lips.
Cassandra suddenly stopped her movements, grabbing her book off the table and opening it up to the page she left off. "That is what I mean." She said before turning to the book once again.
"Well you can certainly continue. Don't let me stop you." Damon smirked.
"Very funny Damon. And doesn't she know not to tell a vampire to bite harder? What are people learning these days?" She mused, happy that she had successfully teased Damon. He couldn't help but smirk and he moved to the front door to let Alaric in.
"So John Gilbert gave me this to kill Elijah." He said showing off an antique dagger with a vial of some sort of ash.
"He said you have to dip the dagger in the remains of an old white ash tree that dates back to the Originals. What do you think of this Cassandra?" Damon asked.
"Honestly I couldn't tell you. I've never heard anything about it. And knowing this information came from John Gilbert, I wouldn't trust it since he's an asshole." She responded and Alaric couldn't help but chuckle, "You think it's a setup?" He asked the both of them.
"The guys a weasel! Wouldn't put anything past him." Damon said handing Alaric the dagger for a closer look.
"What are you up to today, Mr. Saltzman?" Cassandra asked looking at the dagger after him.
"Well Jenna and I were supposed to go to her family's lake house, but somehow, we both got roped into doing this historical society thing at the Lockwood's." He answered.
"Where Elijah's the guest of honor." Damon said with a smirk plastered on his face.
"Tell me you're not gonna kill him at the tea party." Alaric said and Cassandra rolled her eyes. That's exactly what everyone would need. NOT!
"No, that would be stupid. I wanna know what kind of a game he plays before I kill him. I think it's time Elijah and I officially met." Damon responded.
"Alright, you need to find something pretty because you are going to coming as well." Damon said to Cassandra.
"Oh what about Miss Star?" Cassandra replied snidely.
"Ooh, is that jealousy I hear?" Damon smirked at her.
"No, it's not jealousy. Don't flatter yourself. I just don't think its right to just compel someone to do your every demand." Cassandra said crossing her arms in front of her chest to make a point.
"Oh come on Cassandra. Don't tell me you haven't done it before." Damon accused.
"Yeah I have done it but it ends when it's supposed to." Cassandra shot back, "Whatever just don't do anything stupid while we're there." She added while walking out of the room.
"What's up with you and that news chick?" Alaric asked.
"Just a distraction, Rick." Damon said.
"From what exactly?" The vampire hunter asked his friend.
"I don't know, just, it's weird having Cassandra here. My life has been completely turned upside down but for all the right reasons. And everything between her and Elijah has me on edge…I don't want him hurting her. I don't know what I'd do without her." Damon said. He couldn't believe these words came out of his mouth. He'd always loved Cassandra, he never stopped loving her.
"Have you told her this?" Alaric asked, hearing his friends' confession.
"No way! I think it's better that we only knew this." Damon said.
"C'mon Damon. Don't hide it! You think it's easy that I'm hiding all of this stuff with Jenna? I hate the lies and I'm sure you hate hiding your feelings from Cassandra." Alaric was trying to talk some sense into Damon but he wasn't sure he would heed his warning about lying to her.
The tea party was beyond boring. Cassandra had never liked them even when they were in style. Miss Star had showed up much to Cassandra's dismay along with Carol, John and Elijah.
Cassandra was making small talk with Jenna about Stefan and Elena having a weekend at the lake house when Andie and Damon had come over to join them. Damon gave Andie a chaste kiss in front of both ladies and that nearly made Cassandra's stomach turn while Jenna stared at them open mouthed.
"Thanks for introducing us, Jenna." Damon said smiling at her. Cassandra took this chance to escape from them and moved over to Carol and Elijah.
"Excuse me for interrupting. Mrs. Lockwood, I'm Cassandra Emerson-"
"Ah, yes! Damon's friend! He's told me a lot about you." Carol said shaking Cassandra's hand. Elijah gave Cassandra a charming smile and kissed her hand, "Miss Emerson, it's a pleasure."
"Elijah's been doing a lot of research on small towns around Virginia for his book." Carol explained.
"Well, Elijah I would love to hear about some of the work you've been doing around Mystic Falls." Cassandra said with a smile. Carol looked the least bit pleased that a younger woman had been able to rustle Elijah from her clutches.
"Of course, Cassandra. Walk with me?" Elijah said charmingly holding out his arm for her to take which she did, "Perhaps some place more private Cassandra?" He said and she nodded to an empty room. Cassandra met Damon's eyes before she shut the door behind them. Damon's heart stopped, he wouldn't think of killing her here and now? Would he?
"I hear you got bitten by a werewolf." Elijah said immediately. She froze, rooted to her spot.
"How did you know?" She asked.
"That's not the matter at hand. The matter is that you survived and Rose did not." Cassandra couldn't help but tear up thinking about her friend. Rose was no longer in pain but why did she have to go?
"I assume you know why I survived?" She inquired moving closer to him.
"Perhaps I do." He said. He was beating around the bush. He knew why, he just didn't want to tell her.
"I'm not going to sit here and play 20 Questions with you. I want to know why and if you don't plan to tell me then I'll find someone else who will tell me."
"I think it's because you're asking the wrong questions." Elijah said.
"Alright, then why didn't I burn without my ring?" Cassandra started off with something a little easier.
"My blood." He answered simply, "It's very strong, no?" She nodded, at least that was out of the way.
"What are you really doing in Mystic Falls?" She asked. He blurred in front of her and she jumped out of her skin but she her feet remained glued to the floor.
"I figured you'd be happy to see me." He said in a snarky tone and she scowled at him, "Now it's time for me to ask you a question. When you hear Klaus's name, what comes to mind?" He asked. She wrinkled her nose at his question but thought hard.
"Fear." She answered simply, "I don't see a face but I can't help but feel like I know him." Elijah nodded watching her think.
"What do you know about Klaus?" She asked this time. "More than you. I know that he needs more than the doppelganger, a vampire, a werewolf and the moonstone for the sacrifice. He needs you." His answer made Cassandra's blood run cold.
"Why?" She asked in a whisper, unable to form words.
"You will know in time." Elijah said firmly, therefore cutting off her protests. "Next question." He prompted.
"John Gilbert says that Originals can compel vampires. Is that true?" She was skating on thin ice now. If this was true, Elijah could compel her to do anything he wanted. He chuckled and gripped her face in his hands. She saw his pupils dilate and before she could stop him she was already under his spell. What he compelled her to do made her heart stop.
"Kiss me." He compelled. Mouth met mouth. Body met body. Her hands moved around his neck to pull him closer. Her mind was screaming to stop but her body wasn't objecting anytime soon. With a blur and a rush of wind she was sitting on the edge of a desk with him standing in between her legs. Their mouths still didn't move from each others. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he pushed her down so she was lying down on the desk. His lips left hers but only to move down to her neck. She moaned out when he bit her hard. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood but enough to leave an angry bruise. In that moment his compulsion broke and she pushed him away. He pulled her up by her wrists still holding her to him tightly.
"Does that answer your question?" He smirked.
"You bastard!" She yelled trying to move away from him but he still held her tight.
"Shh, we wouldn't want Damon to catch us now, would we?" He taunted seeing how she was around Damon and it was obvious to Elijah that she still loved Damon.
"Leave. Mystic. Falls." She said through gritted teeth.
He chuckled, "You do remember that the last time you tried negotiating with me you almost didn't make it out alive." He made his point by intensifying his grip on her wrists, hearing them snap. She groaned but he didn't relinquish his hold.
"I don't care. Just leave everyone I love alone!" she shouted. Elijah didn't get a chance to rebut since Damon had decided to enter the room.
"Ah, Damon! How good to see you." He spoke to him much like he was greeting an old friend but both opposing vampires saw right through his act. Damon blurred to Elijah and seethed
"Let her go!" Elijah released Cassandra's crushed wrists without hesitation, "May I speak with you Damon? Alone please." Cassandra looked to Damon unsure about leaving him alone with the Original but Damon gave her an assuring nod. She left the room without a second glance.
She sat on a couch back at the boarding house brooding with a glass of bourbon. Cassandra was livid that Elijah was trying to integrate himself into society. This put everyone in danger and he knew that. The kicker was that Elijah knew something about her and Klaus that he wasn't sharing. She saw Damon coming through the door with a hand over his neck.
"What happened? Did he hurt you?" She asked frantically looking at the wound.
"Yeah he just stabbed me with a pencil. It's all good." He said sarcastically getting a blood bag from the kitchen and joining her on the couch
"This changes everything having him here." She said quietly, staring at her drink.
"I know. I won't let him hurt you." He assured her.
"Don't make promises you can't keep Damon." Ouch, that stung. When they were human he would protect her from any and all danger. He liked having that honor.
"He's hurt me before and he won't hesitate to do it again." He took her face in his hands.
"Please don't talk like that. We're in this together right?" recalling the words he spoke to her the night Rose died. She nodded but Damon didn't let go of her. His gaze moved between her eyes and lips trying to read her. He closed the space between their lips hearing her gasp. That had been the first time they kissed since 1864. The glass of bourbon in Cassandra's hands dropped to the floor with a clunk and both of her hands gripped Damon's shirt to pull him closer. Her lips felt as soft as they did back then and he was sure to be gentle with them. She deepened the kiss by linking her arms around his neck, pulling them closer. Damon pushed her down to the couch so they were laying on it; his lips never leaving hers. Her hands moved under his shirt lightly scratching up and down his chest. Damon growled in her mouth, pushing his body into hers therefore pushing her deeper into the couch.
Their moment was ruined by Alaric walking through the door. "Am I interrupting something?" he said with a smug smile on his face. Both vampires pulled away and Damon gave him a look to say you must be kidding.
Both vampires broke apart and sat upright on the couch. Alaric still had a smirk on his face which Damon wanted to slap right off. "Well today was a bust." Cassandra said situating her disheveled clothes.
"Yeah. How's the throat?" Alaric asked Damon.
"Sore." He replied with a groan.
"That Elijah is one scary dude, but with nice hair." Alaric said and Cassandra couldn't help but chuckle out loud.
"He's gonna be hard to kill." Damon said staring off into space.
"Yeah, I'd think twice before I trust that dagger and some ashes to do the job. You're gonna need more info." The history teacher replied.
"We're out of sources." Cassandra said picking up the glass she dropped during their uhm kiss. Alaric looked down at his phone and said something about picking up Jenna. He showed himself out and the two vampires were left alone. Neither of them said anything about what just happened before.
Cassandra was leaned on Damon's shoulder while he stroked her hair. Damon's motions were starting to put her to sleep. Just as she was nodding off they heard a loud crash in the foyer. Both ran to the door and saw Alaric lying on the floor. His ring was still on his finger so he would be fine. Suddenly a man jumped on Damon's back and stabbed him with a needle full of vervain. Cassandra moved to pull the attacker off but a loud shot ripped through the air. A wooden bullet went through the vampires back. Cassandra's knees buckled and she tumbled to the floor. She reached around and tried to pry the bullet from her skin. Another man stood over her and stuck her with a needle much like they had with Damon. Both vampires saw Jules standing in the hallway before blacking out.
Damon was the first one to wake up. He tried to move his body but he was chained to a chair by his wrists and waist. He saw Cassandra and Alaric on the floor. Alaric still had his ring on so he would be alright. Cassandra however was in worse condition. He could see bullet holes in her chest and the skin on her arms and neck were sizzling. He raised his gaze and saw Jules and her werewolf pack. One of her pups explained something about the spiked collar around his neck; pulling it to illustrate his point. The spikes stabbed through his neck he seethed and hissed until he released.
"Where is the moonstone?" Jules asked.
"If you only knew the irony of this moment right now." Damon groaned. "This is the way it's gonna go; you torture me, I don't talk, someone looses a heart. Last time it was your boy Mason." The entire clan tensed at his harsh words about their fallen comrade.
"This time it will be you." Jules got in his face making it clear that she was in charge. A groaning sound from the floor made her turn. Cassandra stirred on the floor and a look of fear ran across Damon's face. He had hoped she would have stayed quiet so no one else would get hurt. Jules saw this and hoisted Cassandra up by her hair, "Or better yet, her." Jules handed her off to the pack and they got her limp body situated and chained to a chair much like Damon, without the collar. Cassandra still hadn't moved but it seemed like she was coming too. She groaned finally opening up her eyes to take in the scene before her. She struggled seeing Jules so close to her face.
"You bitch!" she seethed but the threat didn't come out as threatening as she liked it to since the vervain burned under her skin. "Aww, it looks like someone not feeling too well. She had a little too much vervain. She took more than you." One of the wolves taunted her, referring to Damon. Cassandra growled and snapped in his face but he was faster than her. He drew is hand back and back handed her across the face. Her head jerked and she spit blood out of her mouth. The man grabbed her by the jaw with a bone crushing force.
"You wanna play rough, huh? Just remember sweetheart my bite is worse than yours." He seethed in her face.
"Biting her won't work. That healed the last time." Damon smirked but he was cut off by the pup pulling on his collar. The man let go of her chin and tangled his hands in her hair, yanking it backwards.
She yelped in pain and Jules sauntered over with a small knife. "That reminds me. Why didn't you die? A werewolf bite is fatal to vampires." She said dragging the knife down the column of her throat, not cutting her but the vervain that the knife was soaked in made her skin sizzle. Cassandra held back any kind of noises that would rile up the pack.
"I asked you a question. Why. Didn't. You. Die?" Jules asked slowly raking the knife even harder down her neck, effectively slicing the skin. "I don't know!" The vampire screamed through her pain. Jules removed the knife and all you could hear was Cassandra's heavy breathing.
"It's such a shame that your friend had to die. If things don't go my way tonight, you might be joining her." This was going to be a long night and it had barely begun for the both of them.
Back at Caroline's house, Bonnie, Jeremy and Caroline sat around Luka's body. Bonnie managed to get in unconscious so they could pick his brain about Elijah and the sacrifice.
"All right. Now, why are you working with Elijah?" Bonnie asked placing her hands on his head to keep him in his trance.
"Klaus. We both want him dead." He replied in a trancelike voice.
"You want Klaus dead too, why?" She asked.
"Because he has her and we have to get her away from him." Luka answered.
"Who…who are you talking about?" Bonnie questioned further.
"My sister."
"Why does he have her?" She asked.
"He's searching for a way to undo the curse without the doppelganger. He's forced generations of witches to help him for centuries." Luka answered.
"What has Elijah promised you?" Bonnie asked.
"If we help Elijah to kill Klaus, he promises to return her."
"And how do you kill Klaus? How do you kill an Original vampire?" Bonnie asked but Luka tried to fight her.
"He'll kill me if I tell you. Don't make me." He said sadly.
"How will you kill Klaus?" Bonnie asked more forcefully this time.
"After the sacrifice, Klaus will be vulnerable, weak. It's our only chance." He answered obediently.
"What does Klaus need for the sacrifice?" Bonnie asked.
"Klaus must sacrifice a vampire, a werewolf and the doppelganger."
"That means Elena has to die!" Caroline exclaimed.
"There's more…" Luka said and the whole room went quiet.
"Tell me, what else does Klaus need?" Bonnie pressed.
"….Cassandra…." Luka got out quietly as if he didn't want to give up his friend. Everyone's eyes widened hearing his response.
"Her blood….is special…..she's…just like him…" His trance was starting to weaken but Bonnie wouldn't let go of him until she had all the answers she needed.
"Who is Cassandra like, Luka? I need you to tell me. I know she is your friend. We will keep her safe." Bonnie pleaded with him.
"Klaus…" Luka said weakly before losing consciousness.
Jules figured she would wear each vampire down. "You 3 take her and the rest of you take him." Eventually they would break and tell them where the moonstone was. With Damon they would yank at the collar in all sorts of angles to make sure the spikes would penetrate every piece of flesh in his neck.
With Cassandra; her boys would take a knife soaked with vervain and slash her arms, neck and face. Their screams mixed together filling the entire mansion. The torture went on for hours never stopping. Finally Jules told both groups to men to cease for a moment. Blood drenched Damon's neck and shirt while Cassandra had cuts and bruises all over her body. A couple of the wolves had also used her as a personal punching bag. The amount of vervain in the both of them prevented them from healing.
Jules pointed her gun at Damon and asked again where the moonstone was. Damon naturally didn't give in to her so Jules turned on Cassandra. "Boys, have your way with her. I want him to hear her scream." Their eyes filled with lust and started tearing at her clothes. Cassandra struggled with everything she had but the vervain in her system was slowing her down "No stop! You mother fuc-ARRGGHHHHH!" Once again Damon was silenced. Jules heard the tearing of Cassandra's clothes through Damon's screams.
"You will not touch her." Elijah's voice boomed from the doorway. The wolves backed away immediately seeing him. "Is this what you're looking for?" he said holding up the moonstone. He placed it on the desk "Go ahead take it." He said nonchalantly. One of the men went to grab it but Elijah ripped his heart out. He did the same with the next two. Somewhere in the shuffle Jules blurred out of the mansion and the last of the wolves cowered on the floor.
"What about you, sweetheart? Take a shot. Yes? No?" he taunted the pup. "Where is girl?" he asked both vampires. "I have no idea." Damon answered. "It doesn't matter." Elijah said before slaying the last werewolf.
He walked over to Damon and yanked the chains from around his wrists and waist. "This is the third time I've saved your life now." He told the vampire.
Elijah moved to Cassandra removing the chains from her as well, split open his wrist and shoved the bloody appendage into her mouth. She closed her eyes savoring the taste. She sucked the blood hungrily and didn't intend to let go. It wasn't until Elijah pried his hand free did she stop drinking. Her body fell back to the chair and Damon saw her eyes roll back in their sockets. She had a look of pure ecstasy on her face and her fingers plunged into her hair. A quiet moan escaped her lips and her hands moved down to caress her lips, neck and chest. She was sure to lick every drop of blood from around her lips. Damon had never seen anything like it. He got pleasure from drinking blood but never that much!
"I'll have whatever she's having." Damon teased. Elijah blurred out of the house without another word. Cassandra came down from her high and she moved to Damon trying to maneuver the collar on him. It crashed to the floor with a thud waking up Alaric. Alaric decided he had enough for the night and left.
"Let's get you cleaned up okay?" She said to Damon. Her wounds were already closed due to ingesting Elijah's blood but Damon's remained open and bloody. The vervain on the spikes of the collar had slowed down the healing process. Both vampires retreated to Damon's bathroom. He sat on the toilet while Cassandra grabbed a rag running under the water and ringing it out. She blurred down the kitchen, grabbed a blood bag and blurred back up to the bathroom. Damon took notice that she had changed her bloodstained clothes as well.
"Here drink this." She handed him the bag with a straw in it.
"Yes, nurse. Speaking of drinks. What was that with Elijah's blood? I mean it was pretty hot but what happened?" Damon asked taking a couple sips.
"Oh. That. Well the older the blood, the better the taste. Since Elijah is an Original his blood tastes better than a younger vampires blood. And he is also my maker so his blood makes my body heal faster and it increases our blood bond." She explained cleaning off the blood on his neck. He hissed a couple of times but he let her continue.
"I haven't had it in so long. I left after he killed my parents." Damon heard of her their deaths but he never knew it was by Elijah's hand. It made his heart wrench that she was opening up to him. He knew how much her family's safety meant to her. "I'm sorry." He said. "Thank you, but it was my fault." She answered; Damon looked at her to continue but she didn't. She frowned not seeing the holes close up even though Damon had nearly finished the bag.
"You're not healing fast enough." She muttered.
"I know and it hurts like a bitch." He groaned. Cassandra seemed to contemplate for a few moments and she bit into her wrist. Damon's eyes immediately flashed red and his fangs protruded out of his mouth. The smell was absolutely mouth watering. He backed away from her afraid he might suck her dry.
"What the hell are you doing?" He yelled.
"Trying to help you. Now drink!" She demanded holding her wrist closer to him. His eyes turned even darker and his hand gripped the counter so hard his knuckles turned white. Her blood smelled delectable and he was using every ounce of restraint not to drain her right there.
"Damon please before the bite closes!" He still refused. Fed up with his stubbornness she grabbed him by the hair and forced his head down to his wrist. At first he was hesitant but once the taste infected him he became bolder. He pierced her wrist and both vampires moaned aloud at the sensation. Cassandra's eyes flicked to the ceiling, breathing heavily. She ran her fingers through his hair in an encouraging motion. She watched his wounds close within seconds but he still didn't detach from her wrist.
"Damon. Damon." She called gently tugging at his hair pulling him from her wrist. The corners of his mouth were stained with blood but he still looked beautiful. Both of them were breathing heavily from the blood exchange. Their eyes locked both trying to calm themselves.
"You okay?" She asked. Damon nodded "So good." He whispered. "I know." She added. Damon's senses were on fire. He felt his entire body tingle from the hairs on his head to the tips of his toes. Without thinking he grabbed Cassandra and crashed his lips down on hers. She knew what was happening; Elijah's blood had sent his senses into overdrive. The same happened to her when she tasted the Original's blood for the first time. She knew this would pass but she didn't exactly want Damon to remove his lips from hers. The kiss was rough and erotic. Cassandra tasted Elijah in Damon's mouth and in turn that sent her into a frenzy.
Damon picked her up and blurred them to his room slamming her up against the wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist grinding her hips into his. He growled into her mouth pushing her further into the wall. His lips moved down her neck and started biting the tops of her breasts. "Damon…" She breathed. He moved them to his bed with Cassandra pinned to the mattress. Their kiss was getting more and more heated as layers of clothes were being removed. Cassandra removed Damon's bloodied shirt and hers joined his in a pile on the floor. Both were shirtless when Damon broke the kiss and looked into her eyes with a shocked expression on his face. Did that really just happen? The both of them were panting trying to calm themselves.
"Are you alright?" He nodded "Yeah, I don't know what came over me." He said still confused. "It was the bloodlust. It tasted good right?" She asked. "Mmhmm." He was tracing circles on her toned belly. He reminded her of a teen that tried pot for the first time; he was in such a haze. They laid in silence for a while until Damon asked "Why did you say Elijah killing your parents was your fault?" Cassandra took a deep breath not wanted to answer his question but she didn't want to lie to him. "I disobeyed him. I went to visit you without his knowledge."
Cassandra stood on Damon's balcony outside his room. She had asked multiple times to see him but Elijah forbade her. She needed to see him just once, who knows what mayhem Katherine has caused since she now had both brothers to herself. Damon was asleep in his bed alone; Cassandra had figured Katherine was spending the night with Stefan. She stood on the balcony outside his room and gently tapped on the window to get his attention. Damon eyes moved to the window looking at the strange girl on the other side.
"Invite me in." she compelled him. He let her in but didn't move to do anything else. "Who are you?" he asked. Cassandra's heart broke; Katherine had compelled him to forget her.
"I asked you a question." He said a little more impatient this time. She looked in his eyes and compelled him again, "Remember me." She whispered and prayed her compulsion had worked. Damon took a step back examining the girl in front of him. She could see his memories of her swirling around in his head. A smile tugged at his lips and embraced the girl whole heartedly.
"Cassandra! Where have you been?" He said into her shoulder. Granted she was happy that she wasn't completely forgotten to him but being so close to his neck tempted her to bite. She tried to pull back as her jaw ached and her eyes turned black. "No!" she shouted and pushed him back fleeing to the darkness of his room trying to hide her face. Damon clearly confused stepped closer to her but she held her hand up.
"No, Damon don't! Please stay away." She pleaded with him but he didn't listen. She crouched on the floor covering her face trying to get it to go back to normal. She didn't want Damon to see her as a damned creature of the night. A monster; as Elijah had told her. Damon took her small hands in his and removed them from her face. She turned her head but he gripped her chin to stare into her face. He gasped but he wasn't afraid of her. He ran his thumbs under her eyes and pulled her chin down, opening her mouth to see her fangs.
"I'm so sorry Damon." She cried. Damon was still crouched in front of her not moving an inch. Cassandra heard footsteps on the first floor of the mansion and she moved to make her escape but Damon caught her by the arm.
"Wait, will I see you again?" he asked. She took his face in her hands and kissed him. She pulled back her eyes welling up with tears now aware of what she had to do. "Cassandra, why are you crying?" "I am sorry Damon. I have to do this." She looked into his eyes and her pupils dilated and contracted, "You will forget what happened tonight. Forget I was here. But please keep me in your heart." Damon repeated the words back to her in a monotone voice. The door swung open but Cassandra had made her way outside before the intruder could see. She ran and never looked back.
She returned to the mansion her and Elijah called home with dawn quickly approaching. She had a ring so she could walk around in the sun but she much preferred the night. It was easier to hide in the shadows and she didn't need anyone from Mystic Fall recognizing her. Elijah was in the sitting room drinking a glass of wine staring at the fireplace. She went to move up the stairs but Elijah slammed her against that wall with brute force.
"You saw the Salvatore's didn't you!" It wasn't a question more like a statement.
"No I-"Elijah gripped her throat silencing her completely.
"You are lying! I can smell him on you!" he seethed in her face.
"Please Elijah don't be angry with me I missed them so much I couldn't stand it anymore." She managed to choke out through his grip.
"I should kill you!" he screamed tossing her to the ground. "Do you know what could have happened if you were seen?" He was livid; Cassandra had never seen him like this and it terrified her. He moved to grip her by her hair and dragged her up the staircase to her room. She screamed and tried to claw him off her the entire way. He threw open the door to reveal a female and male body on his bed their necks ripped open and bloody. Cassandra howled when she recognized the bodies belonged to her parents.
"Mother No! What did you do to them? You monster!"
"This is what will happen when you misbehave!" he was sure to hiss in her ear and let her go.
"Mother! Father! Please wake up!" she cried into the edge of the bed.
"They're dead. Let that be a reminder of what I can do. The Salvatore brothers will be the next to go if you should act out." Without another word Elijah left her with her parents' cold bodies. Cassandra sobbed into her mother's dead body. The woman who was her rock was now dead and it was all because of her. Her father as well; she was daddy's little girl, he had done everything he could for his family and he was such a loving man. She knew she had not headed Elijah's warning but there was no need for innocent bloodshed. Now it was Cassandra's turn to be angry. She was forced to leave everyone she knew behind. As far as people knew she had gone missing. She had to hide in the shadows never to see anyone from her past. Cassandra flew down the stairs were Elijah was sitting on the couch. She punched him hard; his jaw dislocated and blood spilled from his lip.
"NEVER touch my family again! If someone is to be punished than punish ME!" Elijah glared daggers at her then finally leaping off the couch he backhanded her. She tumbled to the floor but Elijah shoved her against the wall before she could hit the floor.
"You want to be punished is that right?" he punched her in the stomach hearing her ribs crack. She grunted but refused to back down.
"I can punish you if you so desire." He said hitting her in her face again this time breaking her nose. She screamed feeling the blood pour over her lips and down her chin. He grabbed throat and squeezed hard cutting off her oxygen. Soon Cassandra felt her body shut down her eyes fluttering closed. Then a gush of wind entered her lungs and she was able to breathe again. She collapsed to the floor trying to regulate her breathing. "Leave. Leave now." He said quietly almost with remorse. She didn't have to be compelled or told twice. She was gone.
"So I left. I didn't want to be there anymore and he didn't pursue me. I couldn't deal with the pain anymore. It was my fault and I couldn't bring them back." Cassandra was crying now her heart broke retelling the events of that horrible night. They were sitting up against his headboard now fully clothed for bed and freshly showered. "I knew you came in my room that night." Damon finally said. She looked up at him confused, "But I compelled you."
"I know but after I died all of the compulsion wore off. I remembered. I never forgot anything that ever happened between us. I can recall any detail even after 145 years of not seeing you."
"Thank you Damon. That means a lot to me. I never forgot you either." She said truthfully. He was always in her heart and her in his.
Later on, Damon got a call from Bonnie. She explained everything she got from Luka about Elena and the sacrifice but there was one bit of information that she didn't want to reveal.
"Damon, Luka said Klaus needs Cassandra as well."
"What? Why?" He asked incredulously.
"All Luka kept saying was that Cassandra was just like Klaus. And that she was special. I couldn't get much more out of him before he lost consciousness." The witch replied.
"Got it loud and clear." Damon said before hanging up the phone and turning to Cassandra, "Well Elijah's and Luka's stories check out. At the tea party Elijah said Klaus needed me for something." She said.
"This is just one surprise after another isn't it?" Damon said before flipping open his phone and dialing Stefan. Cassandra took the chance to visit her parent's graves. It had been a long time since she last saw them.
Damon found her at the cemetery not far from the boarding house. She was standing with her back to him staring at her mother and fathers' grave. They were such good people; they treated Damon and Stefan like their sons. It was such a shame to hear that they were ruthlessly murdered. She bent down and placed a kiss on each headstone; her fingers lingering over the letters and numbers. She sensed Damon's presence but she didn't turn to face him.
"Is it wrong Damon?" her voice shaking giving away the fact that she was crying.
"Is what wrong?" he asked her.
"That I wish I was with them now." He held her from behind burying his head in her shoulder.
"No, it's not wrong." She turned in his grip and her tear stained face looked up at him. He held her tighter as she started to sob harder. She fell asleep on his shoulder and Damon took her back to the house. He laid her in bed and ghosted his hand over her cheeks and down her neck; tracing the paths her tears made. "Your parents would be so proud if they could see you now." He whispered to her. It was the truth; she had grown into a stunning young woman whom people look up to and she made a life for herself.
Damon's mind couldn't help but wander back to their kisses they shared earlier on in the day. The later one was pure bloodlust but the first was different. It sent his body on fire. He wanted to kiss her again and again. He felt the spark he had with her back in 1864. Andie, who?
Damon left her to sleep as he retreated back to his own room. That night he dreamt of her parents, smiling and laughing with their beautiful daughter.
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