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Elijah sat in the library a book in his hand but his thoughts were on what Elena told him. Damon and Lily were briefly together before she left. That explained why Damon didn't tell him anything. Even though they were together for a short time Damon was already half way in love with her, that much was clear. And Elijah understood that. When he first met Lily, he was enchanted by her. He shouldn't be so irritated at this. Lily was her own person and Damon was a vampire...Elijah threw the book across the room angry at the situation, he was furious at how he always tried to do the right thing and it blew up in his face. His jaw clenched as he tried to calm down to think rationally. But it didn't work. With every passing second, he just got more and more agitated.
**New York**
It's been two weeks since I came to New York and my life really felt like something out of a TV series. Doing nothing during the day with Farrah and the pups and then partying like it's 1999 at night with Rebekah and Katherine was so awesome. I even learned how to dance a bit; not much, just enough not to look like a buffoon. It was perfect until Nate left for Yale meaning my fuck buddy was gone. His mention of school brought me back to thinking about Mystic Falls High and how it probably already in session. Once upon a time, I wanted to get into college. Which meant I should go back. When Rebekah came home from ice skating with some of her New York buds, I gathered up enough courage to bring it up.
"Hey. Laying around, I see. That's good. Nice change from all that sitting you've done." She said and sat on my stomach earning a groan from me.
"Can't...Breathe..."She smirked but sat down lifting my legs and putting it in her lap. "I was thinking— I know, it's a surprise to me as well— That Mystic Falls High already started up again." Rebekah nodded slowly.
"And?" I sat up.
"I need to go back. Finish off my year. I want to go to university, Rebekah."
"You have two vampires as best friends who can easily compel people to get you in."
"I don't want that. I want to do it on my own. Not with compulsion." Rebekah looked fine but her hands were trembling barely noticeably. "What is it? Why don't you want to come back? Is it because of Matt?" She sighed and moved her head in confirmation. I realised she wasn't doing as well as she pretended to. It was all a distraction for her. Just like it was for me. Stupid Matt causing unnecessary problems. Rebekah frowned at the pups.
"Are they dead?"
"Nah, just sleeping."
"Good." She exhaled loudly with her shoulders slumping. "I'm not ready to face him. It's a race when a couple breaks up. And I want to win. But... But, I'm just not ready to see him yet." I thought about what she was saying.
"Do you think...that if you keep running away...you will be?"
"You're one to talk. You literally ran away from everything. You ran away from your life in London, you ran away from Mystic Falls. Your track record is running away."
"Yeah. And I want to keep on running. The only reason I decided I need to go back is because of school. The moment I graduate, I'm so out of there, doing my own thing."
"What do you want to do at college anyways?" I leaned on her arm.
"I want to major in anthropology. I'd be good at it." She leaned on my head.
"Yup. You would." We sat there staring at the sleeping pups. "Okay. We'll go. But why did you decide on this so suddenly? I mean, no offence, but school hasn't been exactly on your mind lately. Only booze and sex."
"Nate left for Yale. Plus Jack called me screaming bloody murder why I was bunking his lessons."
"Jack? As in Mr Fuckable?"
"Is that what the school came up with?"
"Mhm."
"Then yeah, it's him. We're pals. He cares about my future and I give him sweets."
"Sounds like the most functional relationship ever."
"It's the most functional one I've got at the moment." She chuckled. Rebekah was a really great person. She was a brilliant best friend. I did not understand at all why people didn't like her. Just because she had a psychopathic killer for a brother that didn't mean she wasn't an amazing girlfriend to have. She told me we'll leave around 3 in the afternoon. That way we'll get to Mystic Falls when most of the people we know wouldn't notice we were back. It's kinda ironic because most of the people we know are supernaturals that go bump in the night. I stood up panicking and ran to my room to pack my stuff. Rebekah went out to say bye to her NY crew and to get herself a snack to which I replied that she's disgusting and should get herself some blood for the road. She said I shouldn't bother with her and pay attention to what I was doing because I was stealing a picture frame. I told her to fuck off because I knew full well what I was doing. It didn't take me that long to pack and there wasn't a lot of stuff anyways so my bag was only half full. That is until Katherine barged into my room with like 10 bags of clothes demanding I take them with me so she could have more space in her gigantic closets. I had to minimize all but the actual bag with a charm to fit it all in. But I didn't worry about that much. I was a bit bothered by the pups though, they've developed an attitude where they were rude, insensitive and hurtful but I understood. Farrah was exactly the same at their age and now she reprimanded them whenever the pups were being mean. It was quite amazing how being a mother came so easily to her. I loved her so much, everything she's ever done since her birth always managed to astonish me in some way. She was truly amazing. Katherine fell onto my bed with a loud thud and an annoyed expression on her face. She started complaining about us leaving. "Come with us." I told her as I threw a bunch of soaps in my bag trying to be discrete even though Katherine knew full well I was robbing her.
"Been there. Done that. A couple of times. I'm bored of Mystic Falls and the brothers always fighting over me or who gets to kill me. That's why New York is so much fun. New people every day and I get paid for shopping." She stared aimlessly at the ceiling. "Besides, I've got meetings with investors practically every day. And they are very charitable in our dealings. They donate a big bucket of AB. My favourite." I groaned changing my shirt.
"Why am I friends with disgusting vampires?" I could see her mulling over the answer she should give. Sometimes it is very hard for Katherine to think. Sometimes it is very hard for ALL of us to think.
"Because nobody else wants you." I accepted her reply with a short nod. "And because we are amazing. You know, you should become a vampire one day." I shook my head and zipped my bag up.
"Being a vamp is not on my life plan anytime soon. I like growing old. It's less exhausting than being young forever." She laughed at me. "Okay, my crap is packed along with Farrah's stuff. Is there anything else I should do before I leave?"
"Play a dead hooker on CSI? NCIS? Criminal Minds?"
"You're so nice."
"I know." She jumped off my bed and walked into the bathroom. "Stop stealing my things!" I giggled and took the soaps out of my bag passing them to her. She grabbed them immediately. "Hey, are you gonna drive?"
"Hell to the no. I don't drive. You know that. I know that. The whole world should know that."
"Don't you think maybe it's time to start again? It could be very useful when you need to borrow someone's car. Besides, I believe that if you face your fear head on, you will...face it?" I snorted at her motivational speech.
"Wow, I feel so inspired right now. Stop. Please. I can't handle this. I'm no longer in control of my body. With just your words you've managed to overpower me." She rolled her eyes at my robotic tone but I could see a smirk playing at the corner of her mouth as she walked away.
**Gilbert Household**
Matt wanted to die. The pain was unbearable. But he had to pretend it didn't hurt. He had to pretend because in his head Elena was going through so much more than him. She was braver. Stronger. And wouldn't give up on her humanity. That's what Matt always loved about her. That she didn't give up. Elena finally let go of his neck and wiped the blood of her fangs with her tongue. Her face turned back to human and she looked at him with guilt.
"Thank you, Matt. You have no idea what this means to me." She said quietly.
"Survival?" Matt chuckled, Elena smiled at him softly. Stefan watched the scene with interest and calculated his girlfriend's behaviour. She was calm and she seemed to know when to stop feeding which meant she was finally gaining control. This was very good progress but Stefan wasn't sure if she was ready yet to feed by herself. It wasn't that he didn't trust her. He just worried a lot. He loved her. Their relationship may be in trouble but he would teach her how to be a vampire she wouldn't hate even if they break up. Hopefully they wouldn't but Stefan had to prepared for that possibility since Elena was still clearly drawn to Damon. Stefan didn't like feeling like he was second choice. He figured his brother felt like this all the time. He felt guilty for making Damon go through this but right at this moment he felt annoyed at it. Damon didn't even want Elena anymore, his feelings for her have subsided ever since Lily came into their lives. But apparently Elena was a lot like Katherine when it came to the Salvatore brothers. She wanted them both.
Matt left and Elena smiled at Stefan meaningfully. He rapidly pushed her down on the kitchen counter and got on top of her with Elena taking off their clothes at vampire speed. Stefan put his thoughts in the back of his head as he slid into her easily and her nails scratched his shoulders violently with her back arching in pleasure. Right now nothing mattered to Stefan Salvatore but them.
**Lily**
We got into Mystic Falls around 10 pm. The pups were having a field day during the drive. It was like a rollercoaster for them. Farrah was ignoring them and took several naps. Rebekah drove and at one point, she even raced some college idiots. It was pretty funny actually. Their faces so disappointed in themselves as we drove off cackling. I love to cackle. It makes me feel like I've got some evil plan set in motion. I love evil plans. They make me feel evil. I love evil. It makes me feel dangerous. Like I run with scissors. Farrah and the pups jumped straight out of the car as Rebekah parked in front of my house. I stared at it for a few seconds before getting out. My home, my sanctuary, the place I was supposed to feel safe in, was giving me a bad feeling, looming over me like a shadow. I opened the door letting everyone in before stepping uncertainly over the threshold. Everything looked exactly as I left it. Untouched. It was as if the time stood still. Except for the coats of dust. It was just a few weeks but to me it felt like years. To me, it felt like I was a completely different person from the girl that stood in this kitchen a month ago with a vampire kissing her neck making her tremble. But I wasn't different. I was angry, hurt, a little bit older, a little bit more mature. But not different.
"Stop sulking. We're going out for drinks. It's not the same as what we've been up to for the last few days but we'll compromise." Bekah winked at me. "Mystic Falls, we are back and better than ever."
"You are deluded." I said as I unpacked my stuff.
"Nope. I'm positive. You are a pessimist. You're a horrible person that way." I threw a coaster at her which she avoided with ease. She was right though. I was still on the New York high and I wanted to party. But there were no real parties in Mystic Falls. Just a meet up where there was alcohol and annoying music no one could dance to. Bleugh. Rebekah made us hot chocolate and looked through the clothes Katherine gave me. The brunette didn't just give me my clothes to take with me; she also gave me Rebekah's stuff. I went to take a quick bath leaving my bestie to sort through the clothes by herself. It was a very relaxing. The bubbles made me remember why I loved my home. It was a lovely scent of fresh apples. Made me happy. Little things like that made me happy. I chuckled when I recalled that Hermione Granger was happy when she felt the smell of parchment. Paper does have a nice smell. That's why I will never own a kindle. Books have a lovely smell. When I came out, I dried my hair with a spell again and found that Rebekah was in the downstairs bathroom also taking a quick bath. I blew air from my hand over my house getting rid of the dust which rapidly went up. It glimmered in the light, it wasn't hypnotizing but I couldn't stop staring and smiling at it. Rebekah came back up shortly looking great in a pale yellow dress. She put a cream jacket on to match it. It looked really nice, delicate almost; and her makeup was light as well. She was going for the girl next door look tonight and I had to admit that she was pulling it off much better than Elena. I smirked and looked for a grey top with black jeans. If she was going as a good girl, I'll go as a bad one. I grabbed one of my dad's leather jackets and put on dark makeup. By that I mean, mascara, eye liner and a burgundy coloured lipstick. It wasn't much but it had the right effect. Rebekah nodded her head approvingly. "Okay, I see and I like. I'm not sure who will hit on you though." I scoffed offended. "I mean, people will hit on you. Just which people?"
"I don't care. I'm going to get pissed not to get laid. I've had enough sex for at least until Easter."
"You know, sometimes the two sort of go together."
"But not always." I grabbed my keys and we slowly walked towards the Grill. "What are you gonna do when you see Matt?" She shrugged.
"What are you gonna do when you see Damon?" I took a deep breath.
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Besides, it's not as if we had a relationship. It was just physical and very brief. I don't care about him. Just because he is a very good kisser and he's had over a hundred years of sex which probably says that he is a lot more experienced in bed than Nate that doesn't mean I think about him at all." She stayed silent with a knowing expression on her face. "Oh, shut up." The Grill wasn't packed, but it wasn't empty either. It was functioning. Rebekah spotted some cute guys in a corner.
"My new victims. They must be new."
"They're American football players, Bekah. From our school." She frowned at me.
"You serious? I should really pay attention to things that don't involve me." She looked around trying to spot some fresh meat. "What about the,?" She pointed with her head to another group.
"Them I don't know. Go and suss it out. I'll be at the bar."
"Suss it out? You alcoholic."
"Says the blood addict." She smirked and walked off. I sauntered confidently over to the bar. The bartender was new; and he had a name tag which felt much more friendly which made me hate him with passion. I don't like friendly but nevertheless, I placed an order of five tequila shots. He attempted to make small talk with me. Rude. I just wanted to get drunk. But fearing he'd refuse me service, I spoke with him nicely.
"Actually, I'm American. Born in the US of A. Just lived in London all my life." I smiled nervously as I watched him place one shot in front of me.
"Really? Wow, well that must have been really cool."
"To some extent." I muttered, he peered at me curiously but I just shook my head. "Don't worry about it."
"No, come on. I wanna know. You seem like a very interesting person." He grinned. Someone appeared next to me; my body stiffened as the man sat next to me.
"Why don't you shut up and prepare the pretty girl's drinks instead of talking?" Klaus grimaced at the young man who glared but did as he was told. I stayed silent as Brad the bartender put the drinks in front of me and kept on glancing at the guy next to me. Finally I had all of the shots but Klaus' grip on my wrist told me I was going nowhere. The Bartender left to serve someone else and Klaus turned to me with a winning smirk. "Now imagine my surprise when I come into town giving up on searching for someone who's in town. And then I hear that you are no longer here. I was very affected by your absence, Lillian." I scowled at him. "But since she is in town and so are you, I can kill two birds with one stone. Literally. Where is the chest? Tell me or I'll rip your mother's heart and drink it like it's a measly little juice box." His hold on me tightened.
"You might as well. The chest is no longer applicable. It hasn't been for a couple of weeks now." His face darkened.
"You're lying."
"Nope." I said popping the 'p'. "Bonnie and I destroyed it, Niklaus. It was fun too." His grip was so tight; it was breaking my hand. I let out a sharp cry as I felt the bone break. He grinned maliciously as he saw tears forming in my eyes and kept on squeezing his hand. I used my magic to drill into his skull. He instantly let go of me and brought his hands to ease his pain. My wrist was limp and swelling with every passing second. I bit my lip not to scream in pain. Klaus glared at me as the drilling didn't stop and there was a huge gap in his brain that wasn't healing fast enough.
"You will regret this. You will regret ever being born." He hissed at me almost breaking the bar he was clutching in half.
"I already do." I choked out and stood up staggering towards the exit with my wrist being constantly shoved by accident sending sharp pains across my body earning gasps from me and my tears falling freely on my face. Klaus was still at the bar with his skull being drilled into different places now. Rebekah was having fun so I didn't want to bother her. I walked out into the cold, my makeup surely smeared all over my face, towards the hospital. The wrist didn't hurt as much if I didn't move it so I pressed it against my chest holding it with my healthy left hand. Someone was walking across the street; I didn't look but it made me feel a bit weary. The cemetery was coming up soon; I avoided it by going into the alley next to the town bookstore. The alley was about a five minute walk and came out straight onto the hospital's ER entrance. It was dark but at least it wouldn't bring up any memories I wasn't ready for yet. I heard footsteps behind me. I sped up and started to recall some protection chants that fell out of my brain because I felt another sharp sting across my body as I buckled but kept my balance. "Ow." I whimpered. After a few deep breaths I continued my walk and I heard the footsteps behind me disappear. I looked back but there was nothing there. Just an empty alley. Living in the world of supernatural I learned that nothing is imaginary. There is always an explanation. Always. Which worried me but I didn't have the strength to play detective. Finally, I was at the hospital. The nurse said I need to go and sit on a bed and wait for a doctor who should be there shortly. My eyes fell over the emergency room. It was practically empty. Strange. I saw Meredith was on duty which shouldn't surprise me. She was a doctor after all. A woman came up to me. She introduced herself as doctor Wallace. She was nice. She was very nice.
"So how did this happen?" She carefully took my bruised and huge wrist into her hands not causing me any pain. I shrugged quickly rummaging through my head trying to think of an explanation. Dr Wallace nodded. "Was it a boy and you don't want to get him in trouble?"
"He's not a boy. He's a grown man. And if I could get him into trouble, I would without a second thought. But no. It was an accident. I punched him hard and my bone obviously couldn't take it." She nodded again understandingly, noted down something in my chart and walked off leaving me a bit confused as no explanation was given at all. Next thing I knew, I had an x-ray and shortly after, a cast was being placed on my right hand. The nurse made me fill out a bunch of useless forms. She said she'd have to call my guardian before releasing me. I stood in the ER bored whilst she called Liz before I spotted Meredith in one of the corridors. With Damon. My heart sped up at the sight of him and I stopped breathing. I wanted to run over there, I wanted his fingers trailing over my body, I wanted our lips crashing together. I wanted him so badly. I wanted him next to me. I grinned and took one step towards him before halting. Elena appeared smiling at Damon. A bulb above me shattered.
Of course.
Elena.
How dumb could I be?
That's why I ended it. I won't ever be second choice to anyone. Ever.
"Miss Jenkins?" The nurse brought back my attention to her but I didn't look away until I saw Meredith turning my way. "There seems to be some mix up. Your mother is here."
"So? She's not my guardian. Elizabeth Forbes is. I have the paper work." The nurse shook her head and gulped down nervously.
"No, your mother is here. Your mother is a patient in the psych ward. We tried to contact you but—" I cut her off.
"Which floor? Room?"
"6th, first on your left. But visiting hours are over. Miss! Visiting hours are over...!" I ignored her and went down the corridor passing by Damon and Elena who didn't even notice me as they were discussing something heatedly. But Damon mentioned my name in the conversation. I stopped for a second listening. Elena quickly interrupted him changing the subject so I kept on moving. The elevators were old and dingy. But not in a cool way. In a creepy way. Definitely not vintage. There was a ding and I stepped out. 'First on my left.' I moved swiftly not drawing attention to myself from the nurses. I walked inside the room and closed the door. She was strapped to the bed. Sleeping peacefully as though she was in her own bed. I grabbed her chart and quietly sat in the chair next to her. The chart explained nothing. I understood only that Liz had her committed. I bit back the tears staring at her, bringing my knees up to my chest in the small chair feeling confused. I mean, what should I be feeling exactly? All my life, I thought I just had bad luck because of how other people treated me. But she was always my mum. Always there, always supportive, always caring. When dad died, she was completely destroyed. She was the one who had it worse than me. She always told me how she spent so long trying to find the love of her life and when she finally did, he died. He left her all alone. I felt for her. Dad left me too. But I didn't feel abandoned by him. He died of natural causes. You can't prevent that. Well, that's not entirely true. You can but it's a forbidden law. Mum stirred in bed but didn't wake up. A part of me wanted to take her somewhere safe and another wanted to rip her apart. I wanted to kill my own mother. That's extremely disturbing but taking away my magic would kill me faster than a bullet piercing my heart. She knew this. I wonder if she did want to kill me. I wondered if it was her intent.
Someone tapped on the window softly. My breath hitched as I looked up to see Damon. With Elena and Meredith by his side. They were all staring at me with different emotions, one annoyed, one sympathetic, one...happy? Nah, that couldn't be right. Damon was probably just messing with me. Facing them right now was not the best idea but a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do. I walked out of the room closing the door silently, my heart practically jumping out of my chest, and raised my eyebrow at the crew.
"Visiting hours are over, Blondie." He told me. 'That's your opening line?' I thought as I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes at him.
"Are you smirking at me?" I questioned.
"No, leering. There's a difference." He grinned proud of himself. I rolled my eyes, Elena glared at him.
"Lily, Klaus found out your mother was in town." Meredith said gently. I moved my right arm so it would be hidden from the view.
"Yeah, and he was pissed she broke their deal." Elena interjected. "That's why she's gone crazy. Their deal included a spell which was a safety net if she broke off the deal." I stared at her blankly feeling the rage slowly building up inside me.
"What deal?" I asked in a small voice. Meredith stayed silent, Damon looked away glaring at my mother through the window and Elena opened her mouth again to answer me.
"Your mom sold you to Klaus so she could bring your father back from the dead." I processed this slowly.
"Huh."
The witches looked down at Nevina and tried to think of a plan to stop her. Bonnie Bennett had a destiny and Nevina would kill so many people if Bonnie died. The Bennett witch was meant to become the greatest power in history. But it would take time. Time Nevina planned on shortening. Sheila Bennett looked at her daughter who had a worried expression on her face.
"What do you suppose we do?" Abby grimaced hearing her mother speak.
"I don't know. We can't do anything to be honest. We are forbidden to interfere with them anymore." Sheila frowned and looked at her ancestors who pretended to not listen to the conversation.
"What about the sorceress? Lillian." A man dressed in 18th century clothing raised his voice at the suggestion.
"Call on Lucy Bennett to help. You are not involving my relative in this. Lily did not inherit the powers to be your granddaughter's protector."
"Albert. You know the stakes if Bonnie dies. All we have to do is just send Lillian a message." The man called Albert stared down at Sheila. "It doesn't even have to be specific. Just some warning signs to keep her guard up." Albert pondered this for a minute. It would be a great loss if Bonnie died. Perhaps he could let them use Lily once more. They've done it in the past. One more time wouldn't hurt. Much.
"Alright. Send the message."
There was a woman. She was gorgeous. She was dangerous. She was dark. She was standing in the square grinning maniacally but beautifully at the same time. Her arms grasped at the air around her turning the particles black and surrounding her like a black silk scarf. It terrified me. Her power was greater than anything I could imagine. My eyes widened as the spiders crept fast towards her knitting a net over her naked body and transparent hands started to poke out through the ground sliding towards her twitching, the cut off flesh lingering off like a piece of string of the bone. She was calling on the power of those like her. The ones who used both witchcraft and sorcery even though they've been forbidden. And they were gladly giving their power to her. They wanted destruction as well. Her face still beautiful but there was something menacing coming out of her hands. A purple liquid. Purple blood. Strangely, it wasn't me who she had in her line of vision. I was the easiest target ever, standing paralyzed with fear and horror at the event unfolding in front of me. No, her pupils, now completely black were staring at Bonnie next to me. Bonnie who was fighting so hard. Her blood was seeping out through her eyes and she was on her knees clutching the ground as if it was her last chance of survival. The woman laughed. But it wasn't a human laugh. It was a thousand voices all at once. The same laugh. The same evil laugh at Bonnie's pain. The strange woman thrust her hands at Bonnie sending a ball of darkness at the girl. I screamed for it to stop but it was too late. Bonnie shrieked in pain was her veins were visibly being poisoned. The darkness overtaking her body as easily as a knife cutting into butter. The woman's black eyes flashed gold as Bonnie took her last breaths but the shrieking never stopped. It just got quieter. The woman's eyes snapped to me. I stared horrified as Bonnie's limp body fell on the ground at my feet.
'It's your turn now.' The woman grinned and threw another ball at me.
I sat up in my bed, gasping for breath and looked around at my surroundings. Home. I was home. In my bedroom. I was safe. My heart beat stopped pounding at my chest and my breathing returned to normal. I ruffled my hair trying to calm down and understand what just happened. The bed sheets wet from sweat. My clock on the night stand showed it was 4:52 am.
"You were screaming." A voice by the window startled me. I rubbed my eye lids.
"You can't be in here, Damon." I felt his weight sitting down on my bed. He chuckled.
"You can't tell me what I can't or can do. I'm over a hundred years old." I looked at him. He was in much closer proximity to me than I thought. My heart sped up again. He smirked which meant he could definitely hear it.
"And I'm not a silly little girl who won't throw you out of her house on your bloody arse like a certain Gilbert doppelganger. This..." I pointed between us. "...whatever this is, has been called off. I don't plan on it happening again." His face flashed annoyance and he pinned me down in my bed careful not to touch my broken wrist. His breath lingered on my face as his lips grazed my neck sending goose bumps down my body. I gathered up enough courage to use my powers and throw him off my bed. He stood up pissed off. I stood up on the other side of the bed pissed off as well.
"What the hell is your problem?" He snapped at me.
"My problem?! I told you no! Learn what that fucking means!" He growled and pushed me up against the wall at vampire speed. I hit him with my right knee in the groin, he bent over in pain but his hands were on my waist holding me in place. I elbowed the back of his head but it barely fazed him. In fact, I think I did more damage to my elbow instead. I used my power again and threw him down onto the floor, immobilising him. "Why do males think they can make me do what they like without my permission? I mean honestly, haven't I given you lot enough evidence to suggest otherwise?" He mumbled something to the floor. "What was that?" I flipped him over.
"I will kill you." He spat at me. I just rolled my eyes and got back inside my bed.
"You'll die trying. Good night." I heard him grunt and attempt to get up. It was funny at first. His useless attempts. I closed my eyes and hugged my duvet tightly but I couldn't fall back asleep. The atrocious dream still fresh in my mind. The laugh, the shrieks so vivid. "You're not going to be one of those annoying guys who follow the girl around after she says it's over, are you?" I asked Damon with my eyes still closed. He didn't respond. "I mean, I know you're the sort of guy who hangs around his brother's girl hoping to get chosen but you know—"
"I'm not in love with Elena." He cut me off. "Get that through your head." I turned to look at him from my bed surprised. He stared back absently. "How did you break your hand?"
"I'm not gonna lie. Me and Klaus had a conversation where he didn't really like what I had to say which proves I did something right. Stupid vampire thinking he owes me. Just because my mother sold me to him, that doesn't mean I gave my permission to be sold. This is the 21st century. Women no longer are possessions of their parents. They have rights. I have rights." I took a deep breath.
"You know what would really show them you have rights?"
"What?"
"If we had sex because I'm so turned on by you right now."
"Ugh. You bloody tosser." I threw a pillow that hit his face and laid back down. I can always pretend to sleep.
**Mystic Falls**
Nevina grinned as she drove into town. Her plan was to find the witch and then drag her to her death. But she knew it wasn't good enough. The Bennett witch had friends which meant Nevina had to play this out carefully. She pulled up next to a gun store. Not that a gun was necessary but it couldn't really hurt to have one. The town was still covered in snow. Nevina didn't mind snow. She just despised what it became later. Watery, disgusting slush. She walked to the store confidently but someone bumped into her spilling their hot coffee over her thin jacket. She hissed in pain and took a step back looking at the culprit. The man stared at her jacket horrified.
"I...am so...incredibly sorry." He said sincerely. Her demeanour suddenly changed as his eyes flashed to hers, she smiled softly at him. He was a very attractive guy who would definitely provide himself useful to her.
"Don't worry about it. I wasn't looking where I was going." She took off her jacket revealing a white blouse that was partially wet over her chest and looked at the damaged material in her hand. The man blushed as he saw a lace of her black bra and shrugged his own coat off passing it to her.
"Here. You need it more than I do." She protested but he draped it over her shoulders being the perfect gentleman.
"Thank you. I'll give it back to you as soon as I see you again. I'll have to buy you coffee to make up for the one I made you spill." The man smiled and nodded his head.
"Yeah, if you think you have no problem with me spilling it on you again." He laughed nervously rubbing his neck and put his right hand out. "I'm Jack. Nice to meet you." She shook it, feeling a spark pass through their touch. It was strange. She's unravelled the deepest magics of this world but she's never felt this spark.
"Nevina. Pleasure's all mine. And my jacket's."
A/N: Tada! Okay, I'm not gonna blackmail you into reviews so I'll just update when I finish the chapters. Love you people!