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Chapter 14:

Mia's POV:

"It's seriously unfair that you live in a big-ass house while I'm stuck in a small apartment with my two older brothers. Do you have any sense of how horrible that is?" I asked, shaking my head a bit of the beauty of his home.

Damon smirked and slipped his arm around my waist, ushering me inside his glorious home and nipping a bit at the side of my neck. But he stopped when he saw someone familiar inside his home. I recognized the person too and became puzzled to see that my History teacher Alaric Saltzman was standing in the entrance. He seemed puzzled to see me too and almost mad. But not at me. The anger was aimed towards Damon.

"Damon…" he said a tad irritated and then turned his gaze to me. "And… Mia."

I blushed, but Damon whispered in my ear to wait for him in the living room, while he talked with Mr. Saltzman. I didn't go all the way to the parlor, because I'd had enough with his secrets. I didn't ask him why he had blood on his shirt when he returned from his talk with Elijah or why his neck was feeling sore, but I just couldn't take it anymore. I needed to know what was going on, so I could protect myself and not be depended of Elijah or my brothers' help.

I overheard Damon and Mr. Saltzman talk about why I was here and what I was, but the thing that really caught my attention was that they wanted to kill Elijah. I couldn't let them do that. Elijah was a friend of my family and he promised to protect us. I… I needed to warn Elijah!

Quietly, I went back towards the entrance, but when I did I suddenly felt someone stick a syringe filled with sedatives into my neck and I was gagged, so I couldn't call for help as my assailants dragged me in to the kitchen. I didn't recognize all of them, but I did notice one in particular.

Jules.

She nodded to someone, who quietly left the kitchen and began tying my numb arms behind my back in case the sedative wore off. I fought to keep my eyes open, but it felt like my whole body had gone numb and the room was almost spinning around in front of me.

However, before my eyes closed, I saw the werewolves leave the kitchen and I immediately feared that they were going to kill Damon. They'd tried it before and this time they were armed with deadly weapons that indicated that they were going to torture someone. When I finally managed to force myself awake again, I saw that I was in the parlor, lying on the couch with Damon sitting on a chair a couple of feet away from me – all tied up and being tortured by a male werewolf.

"Looks like the traitor finally woke up," Jules said tauntingly to Damon, whose eyes were filled with fear now. He tried to get out of the chair he was chained to, but the chains were too strong and he had probably been weakened with vervain. "Let's see if your little boyfriend will give us the moonstone now that you're in danger. Just how far will you go to save her, Damon?"

Jules flashed a smirk at Damon, who just sat there growling. She took a knife and cut the ties around my legs off, but only so she could pull me up to my feet and place the knife dangerously close to my throat. I held my breath, afraid that I was going to be killed by some from my own kind and then in front of Damon. I managed to get the gag out of my mouth though.

"Don't give them the moonstone!" I said, knowingly that they defiantly weren't allowed to get it.

"Shut the fuck up, you little bitch!" one of them hissed angrily and slapped me so hard across my face that my bottom lip split.

This pissed Damon off and he tried harder to get out of the chair even though he wasn't going anywhere. I got pissed too though and kicked the guy who slapped me between his legs. Then as I was about to kick Jules too, she grabbed me by my arm and threw me into a wall so hard that I could hear a couple of my ribs break and feel something wet on my forehead that must be blood.

"Give us the moonstone, Damon," Jules said, emphasizing every word angrily, while I coughed up blood and was in a lot of pain. She noticed this and turned her head to my direction. "Or would you rather want me to kill her? Then again… you won't be missing her anyway since she's a werewolf, so I'm actually doing you a favor!"

Jules ordered one of the other werewolves to kill me, but just as he was about to walk over to me, I heard him stop dead in his track and I looked up to see Elijah entering the room. He was holding something in his hand. The moonstone. I tried to speak, but ended up coughing more blood up.

"Stay where you are, Mia," Elijah said nonchalantly and calmly placed the stone on the table. He then turned his head to the werewolves, who looked almost hungrily at the stone. "Come here. Take it."

I watched as one of the werewolves tried to snatch it, but before he even touched the stone, Elijah had penetrated his chest with his hand and pulled his heart out. I saw him pull two more hearts out as easy as nothing and then as he turned his focus to Jules, he saw that she was gone. But one werewolf remained – the one who had tortured Damon. After breaking the guy's neck, he removed the chains from Damon with one pull, and Damon hurried over to me to give me some of his blood.

Once my ribs, lip, and forehead had healed, I got up and was helped back to the couch, still feeling a bit sleepy from the sedative they injected in me.

"Are you alright?" Elijah asked worriedly.

I nodded. "Kindda… but… Jules is still out there. We need to find Tyler and stop him from going with her," I said. "And… oh, what about Mr. Saltzman? He's dead!"

I looked at the dead corpse in front of me and was on the verge of crying, while neither Damon nor Elijah seemed affected by Mr. Saltzman's death.

"He'll be fine. He's wearing a ring that protects him from being killed by supernatural beings," Damon said and turned his focus back to me even though he was the one who was still bleeding and who needed help. "I'm sorry they hurt you. I'm so going to kill Jules for doing this!"

I smiled weakly and helped him getting the torture device off his neck, while Elijah left with the moonstone again. Then Damon began cleaning up the mess and getting rid of the bodies, while I tried to wake up Mr. Saltzman. He woke up after about 10-15 minutes as Damon was talking with Bonnie on the phone and I helped him get up.

I called Nathan as well, because I wanted him to know what had happened and to look out for Jules. Nathan wasn't happy about this. He was pissed and wanted me to get home immediately, but I was too scared to leave this house. Luckily, Nathan agreed to let me sleep at Damon's place, but only if I came home early the next morning.

My body was still feeling sore and so was Damon's body, so we went early to bed. But before Damon undressed, he called Stefan to let him know of what had happened too. Stefan didn't seem that happy about it and I guessed that Elena was probably worried for her friends now.

I too was worried for her, because they were far away from here and therefore couldn't help if something happened. My worries didn't exactly disappear either when Damon told me that Stefan and Elena were attacked by a werewolf too. I became extremely worried when he told me that Tyler had been helping the werewolf. But he also told me that Tyler regretted doing it and that he just wanted to get away from all of this. I understood him perfectly. Sometimes I wanted move again, but I knew that you didn't get better by running away.

"This was not how I planned our afternoon to go," Damon said as he hung up and pulled his bloody shirt off. I began undressing too or more likely Damon undressed me, and he distracted me from the soreness by kissing me gently on my bare shoulders. I loved the feeling and just relaxed, while his fingertips moved gently down my arms, pushing slowly down my body. "You like that, don't you?"

I nodded unintentionally and suddenly realized what he exactly said to me. I quickly spun around and glared at him with one raised eyebrow and crossed arms.

"Damon, we were almost killed and you act pervy?" I asked incredulously.

Damon pulled me close to him and gently stroked my cheek with his right hand. Of course he wasn't going to change. This was Damon Salvatore. The notorious lady-killer and vampire Casanova, who had been around for… how old was Damon exactly?

"How old are you anyway? You know, plus the years you've been a vampire." I said.

Damon seemed a tad surprised by that question, but he took me up in his arms and placed me on his bed instead, then pulled his pants down and joined me under the warm blanket.

"Normally, I don't like talking about my age, but since you are sleeping half-naked next to me tonight, then I'm going to tell you," he said and slipped his arm around me to tug me closer to him. I rested my head on his strong shoulders and teasingly touched those perfect abs of his. "I'm 168 years old."

I looked incredulously at Damon, trying to figure out when he exactly was born. "So you were born in the 19th century?"

He nodded and placed a kiss on my forehead, making me rest my head on his shoulder again. God… I was dating a 168 years old vampire… It felt so odd, but kindda cool too.

"I used to a soldier for the Confederacy during the Civil War," he said. "I was sent home early though, but before I left Mystic Falls I met this girl, who looks just like Elena, named Katherine Pierce. Stefan and I… we both fought for her affection, but she didn't want only one of us. She toyed with both of us and we ended up turning against each other."

I knew that this story wasn't something he shared with every girl he met, because I could see the sadness in his eyes when he talked about his human life. But I didn't want him to think about the past and defiantly not when the past was 1864.

"She sounds like a bitch, that Katherine…" I said, trying to cheer Damon up.

It worked.

He chuckled and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. I didn't care about the soreness right now and just wanted to feel Damon's body close to mine again. We kissed passionately that night, rolled teasingly around – fighting for who should be on top – and once in a while an unintended moan escaped my lips, but I… I couldn't do it. I couldn't let him be my first and ended up pushing him down from his bed when it got too hot and steamy.

"I-I'm sorry, Damon," I panted and helped him back under the blanket. "I just can't. Not now."

"It's okay… I have all of eternity to wait for you," Damon said, smirking and winking teasingly. "Come here, wolfie!"

He pulled me back into his warm embrace and this time we just enjoyed each other's presence. I did have something to tell to Damon though. Something I feared that he wouldn't reply too. But when I opened my mouth to say those three important words, Damon beat me to it and said something else that made me a bit calmer.

"I'm never letting anyone hurt you again, Mia. You have my word," he said and gave me another kiss on my sore forehead. I smiled and closed my eyes, listening carefully to every word he said now. "I really don't want to lose a wonderful girl like you."