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CHAPTER 10:
On Sunday, Lyn met with Jenna for lunch as she had promised, however the presence of a significant vampire miffed her beyond words. Unfortunately she couldn't go out of the garbs of civility to vent out her pent up hatred. She was met by Alaric on the way. He wasn't too pleased to see Elijah either, "What is he doing here?" He muttered.
"Only one way to find out." She looked at him, suggestively as they walked towards the duo.
She joined them both a little outside the old Fell property. Jenna waved at her from a distance, signaling for her to join them. "Elijah, this is my friend Aralyn Klinsman and this is Alaric Saltzman."
Jenna had been enlightening him about the town's history so to speak. In Alaric's opinion it was quite the contrary. They spoke about the history of the slaves and the founding families. Aralyn only listened to their conversation without being able to contribute much. Her mind was elsewhere. Even though a feet away from him, she could still feel his powerful gaze on her. Jenna soon excused herself to collect a few surveys she had left in the car.
"Alaric Saltzman. You are one of those people on Elena's list of loved ones to protect." Elijah stated simply.
"So is Jenna." Ric reminded, clearly tensed.
"You don't have to be jealous. I really don't pursue younger women. Lighten up Ric." His attempt at humor failed. Lyn continued watching him with analytical eyes, too suspicious of his actions.
He smiled at her but his eyes said otherwise. "You however my dear, I have plans for you." He ran a finger along her jaw line before she swatted it away and walked towards Jenna.
"You know, you might just want to stop pissing her off like that." Ric suggested casually. "Is that a threat?" Elijah smirked, amused. "I wouldn't think of daring an original." Ric sighed defeated.
They joined Alaric and a very comfortable Andie and Damon at a table at the Mystic Grill. Lyn's eyebrows arched in surprise comprehending the closeness between Damon and Andie. Damon seemed to have noticed the same and winked at her, his expression smug.
Pleasantries were exchanged and just when Alaric was about to leave, Andie came up with the idea of a dinner party. Apparently she wanted to continue this conversation a little more.
"Ooh, my girl. Full of ideas." Damon cooed in her ear, kissing her lightly on the lips. Lyn found herself gritting her teeth all the while trying to keep a composed face. "I'll be happy to host. Say tonight, maybe?" He suggested.
"Its good for me. Jenna? Aralyn?" Andie looked hopeful.
"I don't know if tonight works…" Alaric hesitated.
"I'm free." Jenna smiled.
"It'd be a pleasure." Elijah nodded in agreement.
"Why don't you carry on without me." Lyn suggested, hoping she wouldn't be forced into it. The last thing she wanted was to have a dinner party with Elijah, hosted by Damon and his girlfriend.
"What? No." Damon dismissed the subject.
"Why not? Is everything okay? Is there somewhere you have to be?" Jenna sounded almost hopeful for Lyn to accept.
"Yes, come along. It'll be fun." Andie encouraged and Damon's cocky smile didn't do much to dissuade her either. Eventually, she had to accept.
"Great."
The party dispersed from Mystic Grill after a light lunch and quite a bit of talking and Lyn waved her goodbyes to Jenna and Andie. Elijah had a prior commitment. As soon as they were out of sight, Damon was opening the door of the car for Lyn. She waited for him to leave, not getting inside her car.
A knowing smirk spread across Damon's handsome face.
"You're annoyed." He smirked triumphant.
"Bingo! Mission accomplished." She feigned enthusiasm, Damon could feel her anger. It was far too strong to go unnoticed. She got into her car and shut the door with a loud bang and sped off. Damon couldn't fathom the reason for her sudden outburst.
Lyn walked into her room, removing her earpieces rather agitatedly, tossing them on her bed. She knew the feeling that was coursing through her – jealousy. It shouldn't have mattered to her that Damon was in fact seeing another woman, if you could call it that. Mostly she was either compelled or played dumb. Yet, Lyn had almost felt like ripping her away from Damon's side when they sat so close in the grill. She plopped herself down on the bed, trying to convince herself that it didn't matter if Andie was indeed Damon's girlfriend.
"Hello gorgeous." She recognized the voice immediately.
"Get lost Damon. Go back to… what's her name again? Ahh yes – Andie Star" she said rather dramatically.
"Ooh. Wait. Is that jealousy that I detect?" The smirk on his face grew wider. "You are jealous." He was congratulating himself as if he had just defeated Klaus single – handedly.
"What do you want Damon?" she asked, annoyed.
"Oh nothing. Was just checking up if my favorite mutant in the world was keeping up fine." He fiddled with the accessories that were spread on the dresser.
"Inspection over, I'm alive. Now leave." She replied curtly. He was examining a piece of fabric he had removed from the second shelf of the dresser. "Ooh, racy."
Lyn realized exactly what was in Damon's hand and rushed to grab it. Damon simply held the black lacy corset higher above his head, far from Lyn's reach.
"Damon, give that to me." She tried to suppress her frustration. "No. I think I like it far too much" She kept jumping trying to secure the corset from Damon as he kept moving from place to place. She decided to give it one last try. What she hadn't expected was to fall on the bed with Damon Salvatore under her, holding her gaze. He could feel her plush soft body pressed against his own. She felt extremely aware of every inch of her feminity at the slightest friction of their skin. He flipped them over wasting no time at all. She didn't seem to revolt.
Lyn's breathing hitched; her heart started beating so fast that it threatened to fall out of her rib cage. Their lips were only inches away. He could feel her soft, warm skin against his own hard cold one. He could feel her soft plush breasts against his firm chest. Goosebumps rose as he trailed his fingers along her left arm, she closed her eyes, savouring the pleasure of his touch. Damon pulled her face to meet his own. He wanted to see her face, her expressions, her reactions. He caught her lips between his, biting gently on the lower lip. She moaned with pleasure throwing one arm around him and pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt with another.
He chuckled as he remembered his last experience of kissing her, wondering how she'd justify her actions now. "What's so funny?" She spoke between their incessant kissing. The two of them were practically devouring each other like there was no tomorrow. Her legs instantly curved around his waist, clinging on to his lean form. Damon's phone rang in his pockets but he didn't seem to bother, she didn't remind either, far too engrossed in each other as they were. When it rang a second time, Lyn realized their precarious situation.
"Damon…" she managed to speak as he shifted his attention to the crook of her neck. "Damon… it's your phone." He didn't bother. She had to get his attention somehow. "It might be Andie." It didn't bring about the desired effect. "Or Elena." That did the trick. Annoyed by the intrusion, he groaned and shifted his weight off her, rolling to her side. The two of them breathed heavily. Damon checked his cell phone. It was Alaric. As much as he wanted to stay back and continue their escapade, he knew he had to pay his disgruntled, jolted ex- a visit. He stood up in haste.
"Is something the matter?" Lyn asked concerned, judging by his abrupt reaction. When he turned around to look at her, he was rendered speechless. Her perfectly combed hair was now in strange disarray and her lips were swollen red courtesy their chaste kisses. He enjoyed the sight of her and a slow lazy smirk spread on his face making Lyn self conscious. She lifted herself off the bed, quickly trying to organize her hair, "So, I guess… I'll… I'll see you at-"before she could complete her sentence, he pressed his lips to hers once again, silencing her completely and within seconds, he was gone.
She stood frozen to her sport long after he had left. Her fingers at once went to her lips and a feeling of satisfaction spread through her. She found herself falling for him a little more every day.
Lyn arrived at the Salvatore boarding house a little earlier than she had expected. "Lyn." Jenna greeted her with a hug as they made their way into the majestic mansion.
"I was just helping set up the dinner table." She explained. "Oh great! I'll join you." She exclaimed, easing out of her black overcoat.
"My! You never stop looking good do you?" Jenna complimented her making her blush. "We were talking about dinner, yes?" She laughed. "Hello Andie." She was positively in a better mood.
The ladies continued their chit-chat, but the host – Mr. Salvatore was nowhere to be seen. She was glad she hadn't seen him yet, fearing that she'd not be able to meet his eye after the very sensual meeting they had had earlier in the day. A small smile played on her lips recollecting the events that had coursed. She listened with sympathy as Jenna spoke about the difficult time she was having with Alaric and their relationship. She really did love him and it showed from the fact that she wanted it to work.
"Lyn, hey." Alaric greeted her with a warm hug. She reciprocated. She was curious to know the reason for Damon's sudden departure and the purpose behind hosting this dinner. In the past few weeks, she had gotten to know this much about Damon Salvatore – he never did anything without a scheme to it. The expressions on her face changed from fear to shock to hope to fearful excitement when Alaric informed her that Damon was planning to kill Elijah tonight.
"Who invited him?" Jenna's tone was rather harsh to the guest – a lean man with blond hair and an air of superiority around him.
"John! Surprise… Leave." Damon greeted him, trying to shoo him away at the same time.
"Who is that?" Lyn whispered to Jenna. "That is Jenna's ex-husband and Elena's biological father." Andie supplied with the needful. She couldn't find any similarity between the two of them save the eyes. "And who do we have here?" John looked at her analytical. It was then that Damon saw her for the first time in the night. She introduced herself, moving past Damon, "I'm Aralyn Klinsman. Perhaps you must have heard of my family?" she extended her hand to shake John's instead he kissed her hand, "Of course." He replied, earning a slow glare from Damon.
It didn't take long for Elijah to arrive. As promised they spoke about the history of Mystic Falls and Andie supplemented with the statistics whenever she could. She wasn't so dumb after all. Along the way, they learned of the fact that Elijah was looking for a place where the alleged witch burial ground was located.
Damon soon excused himself to fetch everyone a bottle of cognac.
"The food I must say was almost as wonderful as the company."
"I like you." Andie gave him a queer smile as she helped Lyn clear the table.
"Perhaps Ms. Klinsman would like to contribute to our conversation?" he encouraged.
"Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Smith. I seem to be rather busy. How about I join Miss Star and yourself in a while." She smiled a fake smile and walked into the kitchen. "See, now that is an introduction gone awfully wrong." Andie muttered behind Lyn. "Oh, we're just having a minor disagreement my dear." Elijah smiled, looking at Lyn's retreating form. Her anger was his incentive to keep pursuing her further.
She returned back to the dining room to see an eager Andie locate a pen and a paper in her bag as Alaric thrust the antique dagger into Elijah's heart. His skin started turning a putrid grey. He pulled it out once his entire body reflected an ashen figure.
"Okay, now get rid of him before Jenna comes." Ric muttered, clearly stressed.
"All right." And with that, Damon went darting to the cellar.
Alaric breathed a sigh of relief, gulping an entire glass of water in one go. Lyn put her hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. "Ric, if I may, can I tell you something?" he looked at her puzzled, encouraging her nonetheless. "Come clean with Jenna. She's really hurting." She gave him a tight-lipped smile.
Damon heard a loud thud and rushed to the cellar. Much to his shock, he couldn't find Elijah's body, an hour later the discovered that he had located Elena with the help of his warlock and had died courtesy Elena's single-handed bravado. As he returned back to his room, he heard the sound of the running shower from his bathroom.
"Andie? I thought you left?" he called out.
"Hello Damon, do you have a robe?" he was stunned to see Katherine in front of him. Naked. His eyes widened with surprise.
"How did you get out?" he stared, incredulous.
"I knew if I begged you not to kill Elijah, that's exactly what you'd do. Little known fact – originals can compel other vampires, but when they die, their compulsion wears off."
"And you knew." He concluded.
"And I'm still here. I didn't run. I meant what I said Damon. I'm going to help you. So… how about that robe?" she smirked as Damon shook his head and left the room, silently cursing.
Lyn waited, looking outside her window, hoping that she'd see him but he wasn't anywhere in sight. A wave of disappointment spread through her. She guessed he was spending the night with his journalist girlfriend Andie Starr. She tried to reason with herself without success, she still felt jealous and betrayed. 'Betrayed, how?' she couldn't fathom. However, she was aware of the presence of another.
He stood deep in the woods, staring at the woman standing at the window. She had been traced and it wouldn't be long before she was dealt with.
He put his phone to his ear – "I've found them. Mystic Falls, Virginia."
The wind that night had a chilly heaviness. Lyn pulled herself closer under the warmth of her soft blanket, fast asleep. She looked harmless and minuscule on her giant double bed, Damon couldn't help but smile. His intelligent young damsel had left the windows open and was shivering under her blanket. He surveyed the yard before securing the bolt of the windows.
She was oblivious to his presence. Her breathing was steady and he could determine that she was having a peaceful sleep. He could recollect the events of the previous night and her troublesome sleep – the way she kept tossing and turning on her bed. He sighed, and pulled back a stray lock of hair which fell on her eyes. He couldn't resist the urge to feel her lips on his again, but he didn't want her to know that. He was devoid of emotion, or so he thought, but his actions were contradicting his thought. He leaned and pressed his lips to hers gently, careful not to wake her. She stirred but her eyes remained closed. Damon retreated to take his place on the lone chair that stood at a distance from her bed, facing her.
It had been an eventful day and he couldn't think of spending the night in any other way than he was doing now – in her presence, losing himself in her peace and tranquility. For once, he felt like there was some order slipping into his otherwise chaotic life even in the midst of the frenzied disarray they were. He closed his eyes, letting his thoughts run astray…
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