"Allie, where have you been?"
Allie had barely stepped through the door after her day spent in Damon's company before Elijah was questioning her. She had forgotten about his calls and she immediately felt guilty for not returning them. It had obviously been important otherwise he would not have felt the need to phone her more than once.
"I'm so sorry, Elijah. I bumped into a girl I knew from high school."
"Ah. I hope you had a nice time with her."
"Not particularly." Allie grimaced.
Elijah noticed the change of tone in her voice and the frown that now sat upon Allie's face. Although he had known Allie for almost a year, he knew very little about her and he wondered what had happened during the course of the day to cause her such distress.
"Is everything okay?"
"What?" Allie asked; looking lost in her own thoughts. "Oh, yes. It's nothing to worry about." She smiled at her brother-in-law.
Excusing herself politely, Allie retreated to the room she shared with Klaus and lay down on the bed. She hadn't seen Regina in years and had almost forgotten she existed. Seeing her again brought back memories she didn't want to think about or discuss with anyone. Curling herself into a ball, Allie let the heat of the room lull her into a peaceful sleep.
The following days passed in a haze of sunshine and varying family members, with Allie taking advantage of Klaus's absence to catch up with those she cared about. It was on the sixth day of Klaus being away from Mystic Falls that Allie was to be found slipping into knee-length, red dress and matching heels. Her hair was teased carefully into curls that feel like spirals around her face, neck, and chest.
A few minutes later, just as she was about to leave, Allie was stopped by Elijah who was calling after her.
"You look nice, Allie. Are you going anywhere special?"
"I'm going to the theatre with Damon, Stefan, and Elena."
"I hope you have a lovely night."
"Thank you, Elijah." Allie smiled and then left.
Elijah continued to stare at the door even after it had closed and he heard the sound of Allie's car roar into life and drive away further into town. He was worried. Elijah knew his brother was a jealous man, especially where his wife was concerned, but he had honestly thought his brother's jealously to be unfounded. Sure, Allie and Damon had been lovers but no-one could doubt that the woman in question had eyes only for his brother. Yet, Elijah couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. Deciding to see if he was right to be suspicious, Elijah left the house and began to follow Allie.
"Well, you scrub up nice, Gilbert." Damon teased as himself, Allie, Elena, and Stefan made their way up the steps of the theatre.
"You don't look too bad yourself, Salvatore." Allie quipped back, taking in his attire of a simple black t-shirt with matching pants and blazer.
Taking their seats, the four people settled themselves in and the two sisters chatted excitedly with one another whilst waiting for the play to begin. Within minutes, the lights began to dim and Allie focused her attention on the stage in front of her; giving Damon one last smile.
"Allie?"
Allie wanted to answer Damon but couldn't bring herself to do so. The need for blood was beginning to overpower her and she cursed herself for forgetting to feed before leaving for the night. She had not drank any blood since the morning and she was now feeling the effects of her carelessness. She could feel the pounding of dozens of human hearts and it was driving her crazy. The scent of human skin filled her nostrils and she knew that she would most likely lose control at any given moment.
"Allie?" Damon said again.
He was worried. One minute Allie had been smiling at the story that was been acted out before her and the next, she was as rigid as a statue; her nostrils flaring and her eyes closed in determination. Stefan and Elena had not noticed the sudden change in Allie's demeanour but Damon had recognised it straight away. Her non-responsiveness was giving him cause for concern.
Yet again she did not answer; instead, almost jumping up from her seat and running from the main room of the theatre and causing many people to tut as she barged past them. Seeing her rushed departure, Elena and Stefan began to stand until Damon urged them not to worry and enjoy the rest of the show.
Hurrying after Allie, Damon left the theatre and found her stood on a corner; inhaling deep breaths. The sky had now lost it's orange glow and was beginning to darken but it was still pleasantly warm. Standing a few inches away from her, Damon watched her with extreme alarm. From his position he could how the black veins had formed around Allie's eyes and that she was clearly struggling to control her craving for blood in that moment.
Feeling Damon place both of his hands on her shoulders, Allie shook her head and tried to convince him that she was okay whilst still continuing to take deep breaths in the hope that the bloodlust would subside.
"Allie, look at me."
"I can't."
"Yes, you can. Just look at me." Damon said; taking Allie's face in his hands and lifting it up so her eyes met his. "When did you last feed?"
"This morning."
Damon frowned. She should have fed before coming out. Even with his decades of experience, Damon still occasionally struggled to control himself; Allie was a baby in comparison. He saw her drop her eyes away from his and he forced her to look at him again.
"Hey. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"I know." he heard her murmur.
"You just need some blood."
"I'm not going to compel someone, Damon. I usually drink from Klaus but he hasn't been here for nearly a week. I feed from blood bags. I just need to go home."
"You're in no state to drive."
"I'll be fine."
"No! You need blood? Fine! You can have mine."
"What?"
The look on Allie's face was one of utter shock and confusion and Damon wondered if she knew the significance of blood sharing. He doubted Klaus had ever taken the time to explain it to her but right in that second, Damon was not thinking about the emotional and sexual connotations of blood sharing between vampires; only that Allie needed blood and her refusal to drink from a human left no other choices but Damon's blood.
Tearing open his wrist, he offered it to Allie and watched her eyes darken at the sight of his blood. It took only a few seconds before Allie's lips were clamped around the open wound and drinking his blood with greed and wild abandon. The tugging on her lips and tongue on his skin ignited Damon's arousal, and it took every ounce of his inner strength not to give in to his urges and push her roughly against the wall of the building and kiss her.
When he assumed she had, had enough of his blood to sate her thirst, Damon gently pulled his wrist away from her mouth; his cut taking only seconds to heal without a trace. Surveying the woman before him, Damon saw that her eyes had returned to their normal state and the only tell-tale sign of her thirst for blood was a drop that clung to the corner of her mouth.
Wiping it gently away, Damon let his hand rest of the silky skin of Allie's cheek and gazed at her.
"Better?" He asked and she nodded.
Guiding her back into the building, the two vampires went to rejoin Stefan and Elena and did not speak another word. Hidden away across the street, Elijah looked on as Allie and Damon entered the theatre once again. His mind was racing. She had fed from Damon. Klaus was not going to take it well once he found out and Elijah was beginning to suspect that Tatia was right about Allie's feelings for Damon.
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