A/N: Thanks for reading, here is the next chapter, sorry it's a bit shorter than usual but it seemed to stop naturally where it did. Its al Damon/Anya so I hope you enjoy it. Also encase people misinterpret what I have written, in my storyline Stefan and Anya will be close friends, nothing less nothing more. Stefan coming from a very religious background is fascinated by what she is and what it means, just encase people think I will be playing her off the two brothers, it's not to say Damon won't get the wrong idea later but it will be perfectly innocent.
Oh and there is a line in this chapter inspired by one of your reviews, see if you can find it.
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I crept round the side of a tree as Stefan and I hunted, he was close behind me mimicking my every move perfectly as we prepared to catch him some lunch, I had decided to show him how it was truly done. I let a gentle call out into the woods, it was so inviting so sweet that it would draw anything in and just as I had wanted rabbits began to hop closer and closer to where we were, birds glided down to rest of branches and all kinds of woodland animals flocked to my position. It was like a scene from a Disney movie all the animals coming out to greet Snow White, a great Elk moved into the centre and let it see me as I let out the sweet call again, I moved to brush my hand over it smooth coat of fur as I soothingly called out again. I calmed the beast and it let me rest my head against its strong neck as I wrapped my arms around it, an apology was muttered along with words of passing and thanks as with one swift jolt I broke its neck. I waved Stefan over and he instantly took to drinking from the elegant beast that had offered itself up as a meal. Once he was done we left the elk there so that other hunters in these woods could share the meat, the foxes and no doubt wolves near by would be able to eat from the body we had left for them. We walked easily through the woods back towards the house and Stefan complimented me on my peaceful technique, suggesting I always hunted with him, he hated attacking the animals. I laughed an agreement and he took to questioning me on being an Angel again.
"Okay, I have a good one. Do you have wings? I mean Angels are always drawn with wings, so where are yours?" He looked at me with dancing emerald eyes and I smiled up at him as we lazily walked home together, I had to give it to him finally an imaginative question with a complicated answer. Yes and no because I did have wings but not in the way he thought I did.
"Well I do but not in the way you think. They aren't always there, they are made of the white power that's in me and I have only ever used them once before. They are all white and floaty, The Elders told me that they look like gold and silk, a mixture between fairy wings and butterfly wings. They apparently look very beautiful and fragile but I can't just make them appear anytime I want, it's like a defence mechanism." My hands tumbled like a trapeze act as I tried to describe them, I had never seen them myself as I don't remember the time I ever used them before, I am going on Mark's description of what they looked like and even for them to appear that time I had to almost die.
"What happened to you the one time you used them?" Stefan interrupted my thoughts with the one question I was thinking of myself, I turned to him stopping our walk.
"I almost died. Remember I told you about The Others? Well Keres she was a one of them but the Elders captured her, she was the most vicious creature I have ever met, she murdered on a regular basis and I was terrified of her. The Elders they knew all this but kept her in the Temple regardless and one night she escaped and we ended up fighting. She almost killed me, I don't remember anything after she staked me, that's when the wings appeared and next thing I knew I was awake and covered in her blood. It was the first time I ever intentionally killed another person." I sighed deeply, as I lied to Stefan. She hadn't escaped, they had forced me into her holding area as a punishment and if I survived then that was great but they needed me to be able to kill and defend myself. After that, once I had proved I had wings, they backed off a little bit and after a series of repeated killings they let me go off on my own. They brought Vampires in off the streets in order to train me up, just average everyday Vampires were slaughtered so I could be the best I could be. It was a sad fact but at the same time I wouldn't change anything because this is who I am and I need to be able to protect the Petrovas- apparently. Death and I walk hand in hand each and every day, I guess if anything I was more an Angel of Death than anything else. I was yet to go anywhere and not have people die around me, maybe its just how the world works or maybe I am just a walking curse, I was Midas expect whatever I touched turned dead and not to gold. The shrill ringing of a phone made me jump all but out of my skin, my feet flung out in front of me as I slipped cartoon style onto my backside. Stefan repressed a laugh as he answered his mobile, though next it was his turn to jump as the banshee howls of Elena bashed his ear drums with concern.
"Elena, calm down. I have just been hunting in the wood with Anya, I am on my way home right now." He shook his head laughing as he closed the phone shut, beaming broadly. He stood there emanating happiness like the sun did light. I was so happy at what I had been able to achieve, sharing the truth with Stefan made him feel worthy and I guess in some ways the fact I was able to merely exist proved to him that there was good in this world, that things happen for a reason and I had given him hope. A reason to keep fighting. It was this, the knowledge that I had given him, the secret I had entrusted him with that would ensure he would fight his hunger every inch of the way because I needed his help, I hadn't asked for it but he knew I needed it regardless, so he would keep himself going to help me protect those he loved. He would keep going because he loved Elena too much to hurt her through killing himself.
"Go get her, I am going to stroll back to the boarding house and see Damon anyway." I smiled up at Stefan as we continued to stand paused in our gentle walk, he wanted to run to Elena and who was I to deny the lovers their moment. So I patted him on the back before shoving him in the direction of the house.
"You sure? I don't want to just abandon you out here." Stefan smiled and I knew he honestly meant it, he wouldn't abandon any of his friends, I gave him a small nod and the sweetest smile I knew I had and that was all it took to convince him. He was the only real friend I had ever truly had, after Mason of course and as I walked back towards the house following in Stefan's blurred footsteps I couldn't help but relax in the warmth of the sun, maybe here I could finally settle.
The sun curved around my skin making every where on me it touched sing with happiness as it warmed me up and I closed my eyes just letting my heart guide me towards the house. My feet expertly moved and avoided rocks and trees that would hurt me, I could guide myself to anywhere that I loved with closed eyes, I came with a built in homing beacon to those I was close too. I was connected subconsciously to all those I befriended and cared for. Soon I found myself bouncing on my feet in some strange dance as I hummed the tune to some old happy song, my body swayed to music that was foreign to my ears but one my soul knew well, in my mind danced an image of myself, Rose and Katarina dancing around a field enjoying the sun laughing as the elderly woman who owned the land sat happily humming the tune that I now was, apparently there was a time back then too when I enjoyed the comfort of friends. I laughed now as I remembered the joke Rose had been telling at the time, she herself hated Katarina but knew it was my job to protect her so for the sake of our friendship she endured the spiteful child's company, Rose had longed to be in the sun again that day so as I showed Katarina the cottage I ran inside took Rose's hand in mine and led her gingerly out into the sun, no matter how many times we did this she always thought it would fail and she would burn, we danced hand in hand in the sun spinning and sharing jokes the three of us, carefree for that brief moment. I remember thinking that it would all be alright and though it may have been eventually for the other pair; I knew the pain that eventually befell me at the hands of Klaus and Elijah. My feet rooted themselves to the ground with hesitation and my eyes fell open as I eyed up the grand Boarding House, I wondered how much pain I would have to endure this time around, who would I die to protect?
As if I my body decided to answer my minds question, I found myself inside the house in less then the blink of an eye, I moved through the house, my feet carried me somewhere that my mind hadn't requested. Even I was confused by my movements, I hadn't asked to walk up those familiar stairs and take this route but something else was controlling my actions. When my eyes found the beauty I seemed to be searching for my feet stopped and I laughed. Water ran down the perfectly formed stomach muscles of this Adonis, slipping seductively down the muscles to hide in the cotton towel that hung low on his hips, I dragged my eyes up to meet Damon's were he stood very blasé and calm about the whole situation. I had never seen Damon shirtless before and the feelings it created with me was a fire of pure passion, I was in that 'if he comes any closer I will just take him' kind of mood. The most dangerous mood I could ever been in, when I was angry I was destructive but the kind face of someone I cared for could snap me from it but there was nothing that could fight my desire. Desire is a strong emotion and once I started down this road I wouldn't stop and I also can't control my own powers when I give in, people say sex is a magical and loving experience, well with me it was literally very magical. Weather was changed, stars grew brighter, people in the vicinity would grow giddy and drunk off my happiness, everything I could influence in the area would be effect by my elevated mood but in a good way, everything I influenced would become the best it could be. I couldn't describe the effect it had but though it was a good one, it was one that would mean I was bound to the person I slept with. I wasn't made for one night stands, I had only ever slept with one person previous and words honestly can't describe the bond between us. It happened under friendship the first time, I was curious about the experience and they indulged my curiosity. The bond created wasn't one of love but of the strongest friendship and maybe with just a slight punch of lust. Being what I was meant when I became someone's friend it was for life, when I loved it was with all of my heart, I didn't know any other way than to give those I cared for everything I had. This time however with Damon would be different if I let it reach that stage, we wouldn't do it out of friendship, it would be something else, something new and that terrified me.
"See something you like?" his eyebrows did that dance, the sexy dance that they always did and he loved that they did it too. I shook my head laughing and diverted the conversation because frankly I seen something I did like and I didn't trust myself anymore and I certainly didn't trust him.
"Take it you heard the good news about Stefan?" I moved to run my fingers across the carefully arranged row of old books on Damon's dresser. Distracting my eyes from looking at him any longer, my heart was racing and I cursed myself for being so, well human I guess. A hand slammed down next to me, making me jump out of my skin, it wasn't a friendly action but a violent one.
"Why do you always do that? Answer a question with another question; it drives me to the point where I want to snap your pretty white neck." Damon spoke with gritted teeth, and my skin crawled with bumps as I wanted nothing more than to shy away, I was a scolded child seeking refuge from an angry adult. Of course if you were to compare ages if who had been around longest Damon was the child in comparison to me but when he exerted his anger I felt so small and shy. He was the only person apart from tormentors in another life who I could remember rendering me this way, The Elders could do it, apparently Klaus could too, so no I wasn't going to take it. I was a strong person, I had saved Stefan and I wouldn't give into Damon's anger and let him make me feel small. I wheeled round to face up to him, my clothes brushed against his bare skin and towel clad waist. Blue flames danced in my eyes as I prepared to give him a piece of my mind, ice watched me unblinkingly. Shock was apparent on his face along with annoyance and a soft imprint of admiration too. I poked him in the chest as I spoke words so carefully chosen it scared me.
"You are so arrogant sometimes. After all this time, haven't you realised I am no Caroline Forbes Damon, you can't scare me or compel me into doing what you want. Have you ever considered I don't want to tell you some things, like you didn't want to tell me about Katherine and Elena? A pretty vital part of everything going on here!" My voice rose towards the end as I became mad, hwy hadn't he told me about Katherine and Elena? Everyone else seemed to know! I bet Bonnie knew, I had seen her once before but knew her to be Elena's best friend, so she would know. John Gilbert probably knew, I had been here helping Damon, helping Stefan and he hadn't once told me. Prick.
"You never asked." Was his cocky retort, using my own previous answer against me and all it seemed to do was make my temper flare, I let a howl of frustration out and I found myself leaning up to shout right in his face. I seemed to think that closeness would make my point much more clearly and would allow it to stand out and stick in his mind.
"You self-righteous, cocky-" his lips found mine silencing my angry rant, I stood frozen as his hands found my face holding me, his lips moving against mine smoothly. The cool touch of his lips put out the fire of my anger but sparked an inferno that would kill us both eventually. I sprang into life as my lips answered his, they moved in sync and I ran my hands through his black hair, one of his knotted into the mess at the back of my own head and I heard books crash to the floor as we stumbled into the dresser, we were too consumed by one another to bother paying attention to what was going on. I began to lose grip on reality, Petrova Doppelgangers drifted into the back of my mind, Stefan and Rick became obsolete, all I could see, feel, think and taste was Damon. His hands slipped slowly down me as like a blind man memorizing each curve, up and down several times until forcefully he gripped my waist and I was taken over to the bed, I let him carry me. We lay down on the bed, not once did we stop our kiss, as my hands ran down his back, it was muscular and smooth. I found as he moved to kiss my neck, as if answering a call my body arched up into his and he took to peeling off my grey jumper before returning to kiss me passionately, my eyes drifted shut blissfully and I let go.
Hours later when I sat up in a giddy haze, my clothes were long gone scattered about the floor I was naked and for once I didn't care. I held the soft cotton bed covers of Damon's bed too me as I looked out his great window wall. The stars were glittering softly; they danced brighter than I had ever seen them, the moon seemed bigger and more flamboyantly bright too. It cast a spotlight across the lawn and up into the room where Damon and I had spent hours together, after all practise makes perfect and when too people are as supernatural as we are, you can go for hours without stopping. My muscles were completely relaxed and felt like goo. In fact my fingers became to trace a smile that I feared was permanent, I moved myself so I was facing Damon and much like I had this morning I watched him. The moonlight caught his own pale skin and my finger reached out and gently traced the lines of his muscular chest and I couldn't help but wonder what he would think if he knew he had just slept with an Angel, repeatedly and it was far from innocent. I moved the hair that had dipped down to cover his eyes, this was my new obsession clearly brushing the hair from Damon's face and looking at him and wondering what it meant for our relationship. But seriously, what did all this mean for us now? A bond had been made, one that I would never been able to fight. Beneath my palm where it lay on his chest, I could feel him begging to stir, I moved delicately back to sitting looking out the window, with my back to him because I didn't want him too think I was weird for watching him sleep. I tucked the blankets up under my arm covering my breast but leaving my back bare. A smile sprung up on me as I felt familiar cool lips kissing at the back of my neck as Damon's arms snaked around me holding me to his chest. He moved me so I was leaning against him between his legs as he leaned against the headboard causally, the action seemed so relaxed and natural; as if we had been doing this all along.
"Well that was new." Damon spoke completely happily behind me and I could feel the slight laugh vibrating in his chest, I laughed along with him as I traced tingling patterns up his arms with the light finger tip of my left hand, as my right hand has been taken prisoners in the loving hold of Damon's left hand. Both hand slotted together like puzzle pieces.
"Frankly I would have described it as mind blowing but I will settle for new." I teased him earning laugh and I somehow felt like that was a reward, it occurred to me in my bliss filled moment that I was falling for Damon, hard. It was inevitable with him being as good looking and charming as he was but I still felt as if my heart was spiralling out of control. I was in way too deep but I couldn't and wouldn't run away from this, unless he needed me to leave then of course I would but as long as he wanted me, I would be right here. It's a strange thing this falling in love business, I mean though we had similar personality traits, everything about what I was and what he was should repel one another but then again he didn't know what I was. Though it shouldn't matter really, he should hate me and want to kill me but now I knew he never could. He was black magic and I was white, too opposites existing peacefully together if only all Vampires could like me as much as the Salvatores did. One brother I was falling for and the other was pretty much my best friend. I wondered what would happened if and when the Others arrived, I had wanted the brothers to befriend me so they would fight on my side but I had grown more attached to them than I had ever thought possible. So when the Others arrive I know they will stand with me but will I let them? Could I risk their lives? Damon moved and drew my attention back to him as his chest sagged indicating he was about to speak again.
"That's strange; it would appear I didn't bite you. Not once. I always bite them." He speculated out loud as he checked my body out for any signs of puncture wounds and he was right he didn't bite me, though I knew through studying with Mason that with Vampires sex and blood were tied, they seduced their prey in order to feed, so they couldn't help but feed from their partners as they had sex. It was instinct but obviously Vegetarian Vampires were the exception, they hunted for food and after a period of time the two would become separate much like in the case of Stefan and Elena. She had shared with me that he had never once bite her not even in intimate moments. So it was no wonder Damon was so surprised at the fact he hadn't bitten me, he preyed on girls regularly, he should have bit me.
"I mustn't smell as good as the others." I remarked gently trying to sooth his confusion but I could feel him shaking his head behind me in disagreement.
"No it isn't that, you smell fantastic." He dipped down so he could whisper in my ear before beginning to kiss my neck. I felt his fangs expand down and touch my neck but as soon as they did that they snapped back up. Damon couldn't bring himself to feed from me, he leaned back against the headboard and hugged me tighter. "So tell me little Miss Anya, how much did you think about my god like body and how I would ravish you endlessly, before this afternoon?"
"Not once actually, you may find it hard to believe but I am quite innocent at heart." He laughed loudly in surprise and smacked his arm playfully were it was sprawled across my stomach. "Well Mr Salvatore or is it Heffner? How often did you think about it hm?" with his very annoying Vampire speed he flipped me over so I was pinned to the bed, the covers just scantly covering my modesty, not that he hadn't seen it all in great detail but I still felt uncomfortable being so exposed. So I thanked god the covers managed to fall where they did. His eyes were dark now as he laughed down at me tormenting me with ease, what he didn't know was that I could easily throw him off me but I didn't want too. So I let him hold me to the bed as he was barely leaning above me, our bodies slightly pressed together but not completely because I could feel he was apprehensive about crushing me with his weight, so he support it easily. He leaned down and began to kiss me gentle this time, it was rather sweet actually. He pulled back to speak and repeated kissing gentle after a few words he spoke.
" I have-" kiss, "though about this" kiss, "Over and-" kiss, "over" kiss, "again." Once he spoke the last word I reached up and put my hand on the back of his head deepening the kiss holding him too me. We started off at rapid pace again, the amount of energy we both had was outstanding. Damon pulled back and smirked triumphantly at me before kissing down and my neck heading south for my breast. I giggled and I felt him smirked against my neck, as his fingers traced patterns down my shoulder teasing me before pulling the covers off me and over both of us. His hands took to holding my bare waist and though I knew I should jump at how cold he was compared to me I kind of liked it. But as before things could continued the rude ringing of my mobile burst the lust filled bubble, I scrambled out of the covers and looked about for my phone. I recognised the ringtone immediately it was the one I had set for Rick, I felt like a naughty teenager who was about to get caught out. I was having visions of him being in my house looking for me and I would have to explain where I was, I cringed at the thought as I swung my legs off the bed, no longer caring that I was completely exposed as I looked for my phone, as I went to stand up Damon caught me by the waist.
"Leave it." He pleaded with me with big blue eyes as I turned to face him, I swiftly kissed him before I would have to explain that I couldn't because clearly something was up.
"I honestly would if that was just a normal ringtone but it is a specific ringtone for a specific person, who doesn't call me this late unless its important," with a cheeky eye roll, he reluctantly let me go to answer my phone I spied it next to Damon's shirt, I answered the phone as I pulled on the shirt covering up the top half of my body at least as I moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Damon lay with his hands behind his head watching, I opened my mouth to say hello into the phone but was cut off by Rick shouting at me.
"Anya! Where are you?" Rick was out of breath and apparently concerned, shocked and mad. I knew him so well I could identify all this feelings within his voice at once. I too began to panic as my wild ran wild with various scenarios of what had happened to him.
"What's going on?" I all but snapped down the phone, Rick sighed and I could just picture him running his hand through his hair in frustration. My sharpness drew the attention of Damon and he began to slowly sit up, to listen better or just to see if I was alright I wasn't sure, all I knew was that if Rick didn't answer soon I was going to run to him half dressed or not I would track him down.
"Isobel, she is here in Mystic Falls, she –" he paused confused and just baffled by everything that was going on and I felt my own jaw slacken in shock. "She wants a meeting with Elena." He let out a deep breath relieved he had shared with me and that's when I felt a strange feeling tickle at the back of my mind, I couldn't quite put a finger on it so I ignored it and set about doing what came naturally. Caring for those around me.
"Right, are you okay? Do you need me to come get you? Talk this out? I don't mind I can be there in literally seconds." Damon seemed to groan behind me so I quickly slapped his leg and signalled for him to be quiet as I mouthed him a sorry. He took my hand is his and yanked it till I fell down on top of him, I shook my head at him to stop because I was clearly still on the phone, he wiggled those damm eyebrows as he smirked playfully at me. Thankfully Rick interrupted before Damon could do anything more.
"No, I am fine I just wanted you to know first. We will talk in the morning." Rick mumbled with a slight yawn, it had been a long day of distracting Damon for him and well seeing your dead ex-wife can really take it out of you.
"Well I might pop across and tell Damon and Stefan whats going on tonight, so they can decide how and what to tell Elena but I will see you first thing tomorrow. Just be safe and I love you." I spoke sincerely down the phone as I finally identified the feeling tickling at the back of my mind it was apprehension for his safety, Isobel was back and no-one knew just how far she would go too succeed and who she had brought along with her.
"I will, love you too kiddo." He clicked the phone shut and I let my own fall onto the bed, my body took to falling onto Damon as I buried my face in his chest. His hands took to stroking my back and playing with my hair, the two things that relaxed me the most and he seemed to already know them, it made me smile. Though it was short lived, Isobel was here and that meant whatever she was planning was going down soon, I chewed my lip nervously. I wanted to hide away and never have to face any of this because in the pit of my stomach I knew Isobel was working with the Others and that wasn't good news, I groaned and clutched to Damon tighter.
"Look Anya, its too late at night to go bothering Stefan and Elena with this. Isobel will still be here in the morning." His voice seemed to dissolve my nerves and I shyly looked up at his through hair covered eyes, he was so relaxed and beautiful. This kind Damon was a side of him I hadn't seen before. I moved up to kiss him on the lips softly but he reacted with such fierceness I almost laughed and he was back. Good Damon clearly put back away in his box. He pulled me up to him so I was sat straddling him, I pulled back from the kiss to just looked down at him, he cockily looked back up and me and I laughed, I couldn't help but laugh. He stroked my back gently as he spoke.
"If you keep this up, you may just be the death of me." Though his tone was teasing, he had no idea just how serious that statement was, if we kept going like this then maybe I would be the death of him. I couldn't bare that thought, I reached forward and ran my thumb across his cheek, he seemed to freeze as he just stared me out curiously. What was going on here? What were we? This had clearly been a mistake, I had now successfully endangered his life but I didn't care because I knew I could protect him, even if he didn't know it himself. Though if this was to continue I couldn't lie to him for much longer, I needed him to be okay and safe, for him to be able to do that he would have to be aware of the impending dangers lurking for me in the darkness. I would have to tell him what I was, who the Other were and most importantly about my past with Katarina. I may not understand it fully myself but once I am sure I can talk it all out with Stefan I will tell Damon the whole truth and hope that he doesn't sky rocket with rage or turn me away when he doesn't believe me.
"If we keep this up, you may be shocked to learn just how right you are about that statement." I gave him a weak smile, I leaned away as if to get off him but he followed and kissed me again softer and sweeter than he ever had. Good Damon was resurfacing again, he held my face in his hands, he didn't say anything and I was frightened to meet his eyes so I stared down at my fretting hands, what if being involved with me got him killed? Got Stefan killed? I couldn't bear that kind of guilt; I wouldn't be able to handle it. People had died around me yes but never anyone I was close too. My chin was tilted upwards to meet get another soft kiss, I sighed and gave in as I kissed him back. This time when we returned to bed it wasn't with the animalist passion, it was with something else and I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was.