A/N: Hey all, sorry for the delay. If I thought my first semester in college was hard, the second semester is a freaking boulder! *lame joke* I hope everyone had a great Christmas, New Years, and Valentines Day (I missed 3 huge holidays…) Without further ado, here is Chapter 20!
In My Arms
Two weeks. In the past two weeks, a lot of crazy stuff happened, most of which was unpredictable and had absolutely nothing to do with me, but very much to do with Damon. Damon and Elena drama. Stefan and Damon drama. Stefan and Elena drama. Klaus and everybody drama. Jeremy and Matt and Caroline and Bonnie and Tyler drama. Oh, and Rebekah. I've grown quite a disdain for that girl. She's very interested in Damon and, even though he and I aren't a "thing", I'm still jealous. I already have to compete with Elena, now I have an annoying blonde cheerleader, who just happens to be an Original Vampire, to compete with as well. This sucks.
Anyway. ..
There was a noise down stairs. I got up from my inner musings, immediately being alerted by the sound of broken glass and very faint footsteps. No one was supposed to be home for another few hours.
I got up from my comfortable chair in the study, quietly laying my book down before peering around the door frame, examining the seemingly empty hallway before making my way towards the living room. I found the shattered window but no intruder. I searched the rest of the house diligently before concluding nobody was laying in wait and nothing had been stolen. They must have heard me gasp when I heard the breaking glass and ran off. As they should, I would totally beat the shit out of some low life vampire or werewolf.
Damon burst through the door shortly after, rushing up to me and gripping my shoulders and looking me over.
"Damon what's wrong?" I asked, totally confused as he wrapped his arms around me and held me tight.
"I thought they had got you." He said, kissing the top of my head before running his hands through my hair. I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him back, taking comfort in this simple embrace.
"I'm okay Damon, no need to worry. Who's trying to get me?" I asked, trying to calm him while trying to get the information I needed out of him.
"Rebekah. She's after all of us, trying to get back at us for killing her brother. I thought she'd come after you first." He said, stepping back enough to caress my face and kiss me. I kissed back with enough enthusiasm to distract him, but pondering a way to get everyone out of this mess they created for themselves. Why is it they felt the need to piss off all the Originals? They were only alive because it gave them a game to play, but now…
"We need to get out of here Damon. We need to leave this town and everything and everyone behind. I know Elena won't leave, but she has too. If she won't you have to cut your losses. Staying here will get you killed, do you understand Damon?" I said, trying to make my words as persuasive as possible. I had a feeling we only had, at most, two days before we were both killed. And for what? Some girl who was too stubborn to leave a town? It's just a town. You can find an equally small, equally fucked up one, I promise, I've been to some.
"She'll never leave…" Damon said, staring off over my right shoulder. I grabbed each side of his face and forced him to look at me.
"Then we have to, Damon. Let her go, you know she just doesn't want to lose you. You know, you see, you've been in her dreams, her mind, you know how she feels for you. Please, leave with me. I… I can't stand the thought of you dying, Damon. I love you." I said, tears beginning to well up in my eyes. I had to force myself to ignore the gut wrenching thought of Damon dying.
He looked at me, those ice blue eyes searching mine for something I wasn't entirely sure of. I saw the answer before he said it.
"Let's go."