Chapter twenty

"This love will take my everything,"- Love Song Requiem by Trading Yesterday

Charlie was completely blissful.

It was like nothing else existed outside of the Bahamas and Damon. There were no meddling mothers, heart diseases, and groups of supernatural beings trying to kill her husband and brother-in-law. She never wanted to leave.

"Why are you making a giant pile of sand?" Damon asked her on their third day at the Bahamas. Charlie was sitting cross legged on the sand while Damon watched her from a chair.

She frowned at him, a bucket in her hands. "I'm making a sand castle, Damon," she told him.

"Oh, it's really nice Charlie," Damon said in a tone that implied that her castle sucked.

Charlie glared at him. "It's not finished yet, I still have to make it castle-y," she said defensively.

"Good luck with that, Char," he told his wife, sunglasses on.

"It's not as easy as it looks." She pouted down at her pathetic sand castle.

"Really? Because that seven year old has a pretty awesome looking one." Damon pointed to a little boy a few couple hundred yards away from them, a big sand castle in front of him.

"Shut up Damon!" Charlie threw her bucket at her husband and it hit him square in the chest.

Damon raised an eyebrow at her. "I think that somebody wants to get thrown into the ocean again," he said, standing up.

"No!" she exclaimed, getting up and running away from him. There were other people on the beach so Damon couldn't cheat and use his vampire speed, but he still caught Charlie pretty easily.

He grabbed his wife by the waist and pulled her down to the hot sand with him. Charlie was giggling as Damon pinned her beneath him and smothered her lips with his. "We can't have hot beach sex again love, there are young children on the beach and I bet that their mothers wouldn't appreciate that," Charlie mumbled against his lips after a few minutes.

"Fine, back to the beach house." Damon smirked and pulled Charlie up to the ground with him.

"Carry me?" she asked him, batting her eyelashes.

Damon sighed over-exaggeratedly before bending down so that she could get on his back. "Hop on," he told her.

Charlie climbed onto her husband's back and locked her arms around his neck. Damon held onto her knees before walking back to their rented out beach house. As soon as they were alone, Charlie kissed Damon. her mouth hot on his, and he let out a low growl, before swinging her off of his back and pinning her against the ground in one fluid motion.

"We can't even make it inside the house like decent people who aren't sex crazy?" Charlie said, as Damon kissed her neck and pulled off her tank top at the same time.

"We're on our honeymoon Char- we're allowed to be sex crazy," he told her, before kissing her to stop her from talking again.

A few hours later, Charlie got out of their bed, careful not to wake a sleeping Damon. They had made it inside of the house eventually, and after a few rounds on the couch, kitchen table, and various tables, they even made it to their bed.

Charlie took a quick shower before changing into a pair of Damon's boxer shorts and a tank top- She still had to go shopping for decent clothes to wear. She walked through the living room, side-stepping several tables that they had broken, and into the kitchen. The sun had set, and the moon was bright, silvery, and full over the ocean. It really was a beautiful sight.

Charlie made herself a sandwich and walked out onto the patio to eat it. She was a terrible cook- only capable of making cereal and sandwiches. That was why Damon made her meals for her.

Charlie ate her dinner in silence, propping her bare legs up onto a table. She never wanted to leave the Bahamas, the calm, the peace. She didn't want to leave how stress-free everything was there, and how sex with Damon had went from amazing to out of this world. She didn't want to return to the real world.

Suddenly, Charlie heard a scream that caused her to jump and drop her plate. The ceramic plate broke but she didn't pay any attention to it. She heard another scream- a blood-curdling, terror-filled scream. She knew better than to go running after the scream- horror movies and Damon had taught her better- but Charlie's caring nature won over common sense, and she got up and ran towards the screams.

Picking up a branch to use as a weapon, Charlie walked down the beach towards a deserted cove. With only the moon's glow to use as light, Charlie didn't see what seemed to be a couple at first, but noticed them when the moon's light caught the woman's bright, platinum blonde hair.

When Charlie first saw them, she assumed that they were just a young couple. The woman was kissing the man's neck, holding him tightly in her vice-like grip. But then she noticed that the man was thrashing, struggling to get away. Charlie looked again, and saw that the woman was biting his neck, blood dripping from her mouth onto the sand.

She was a vampire.

"Bloody hell," Charlie whispered, taking a step back. She didn't know what to do, run back to Damon maybe? She wanted to help the man that was currently being drained of life, but the vampire could and would kill her.

The woman's head suddenly snapped around and glared at Charlie. She dropped the man and turned to face her. Blood covered her face, fangs protruded from her mouth, her eyes were dark red, and veins were darkened under her eyes. Charlie took a step back and turned around to run and yell for Damon, when the blonde caught her by the throat.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" she drawled, leaning into Charlie's neck. Suddenly, she caught a scent off of the human and paused.

"Damon?" she whispered, before she was suddenly tackled to the ground.

Charlie gasped for air, rubbing the forming bruises on her neck. She looked down on the ground to see her growling husband pinning the blonde to the sand. "Run, Charlie," he ordered her.

"Damon, it's me!" the blonde gasped out, and Damon relaxed his grip on her neck.

He frowned down at the woman he had pinned to the ground, before recognition dawned in his eyes. A slow grin formed on his lips, and the blonde returned it. "Rachel?"

Then he pulled the blonde up and hugged her.

"Hello?"

"I hate her Elena, I bloody hate her!" Charlie growled, pacing her bedroom. She didn't bother to keep her voice low, since the two vampires were currently out at a bar. Charlie was supposed to meet Rachel and her husband there, but she needed to vent to Elena first.

"Hate who? Aren't you on your second honeymoon with Damon right now?" Elena asked, bemused.

"I am, but it was interrupted by Rachel." Charlie said her name like a curse, and her lip curled.

"Who's Rachel?" Elena asked curiously.

"An evil bitch from hell, out to steal my husband." Charlie glared at the wall, as if it was responsible for Rachel's man-stealing ways.

Rachel Costa was an acquaintance of Damon's. They were even friends, back in the day. They had partied together before, and even though they didn't say so, it was obvious to Charlie that they had slept together- probably more than once. And by the way Rachel looked at Charlie like she was the bane of her existence Charlie thought that she was still into Damon.

"You're married?" Rachel didn't bother to hide her shock at the news. She eyed the rings on Charlie and Damon's fingers.

Rachel had smelled Damon on Charlie, but she just figured that the small woman was just one of Damon's toys. She never imagined that Damon- wild, arrogant, man whore Damon- would ever get married, especially to a human.

Damon nodded and wrapped his arm protectively around Charlie's shoulders. "Four months," he said proudly, like those four months were the best of his existence. They had been.

"Oh, well congrats," Rachel said with a fake smile. Charlie returned it, wrapping an arm around Damon's bare waist. Despite being human, Charlie was making it very clear to Rachel that Damon was hers.

"It was nice seeing you again, Rach. We'll catch up later," Damon said, before pulling Charlie back to the beach house. Charlie looked back to see Rachel throwing the unconscious human man over her shoulder, before she disappeared altogether.

"Don't go running off like that again, Charlie," Damon told her seriously. "You're lucky that it was Rachel and that she smelled me on you. Any other vampire would've torn your throat out." He his grip on her shoulders tightened at that thought.

"Yeah, I'm so lucky," Charlie muttered. She already hated Rachel.

"I swear, it's been two days since we ran into her, and Damon and I hadn't spent a moment alone since," Charlie ranted.

"Maybe she just wants to catch up with Damon," Elena offered.

"Fine, but don't do it on my second honeymoon. Besides, it's not just that. I swear, she's always making these little jibes at me. 'Oh Damon, it must be hard work, keeping your weak little human wife safe when she's running around interrupting Vampires' meals.'" Charlie mocked Rachel's voice and laugh, anger surging up inside of her.

"Okay, well that's bitchy," Elena said.

"She's getting on my last nerves, Elena. I'm going to stake her soon. I can live with the jabs about being a weak human, but it's the fact that she's always eye humping my husband that's pissing me off." Charlie threw a pillow at the door in anger.

"Eye humping?"

"He's not eye humping her back, of course- Damon would already be dead if that were the case. In fact, he's totally oblivious to her eye humping." Charlie sighed.

"Damon loves you, Charlie. Some random vampire from his past isn't going to change that," Elena soothed her.

"You're right, I won't go off committing a vampire murder," Charlie said, her temper cooling down.

Charlie hung up with Elena, then walked out of the beach house and drove to the small bar a few minutes away. She was jealous, but she trusted Damon not to cheat on her. He loved her, she was sure of that.

Charlie parked her car and then walked into the bar. Her eyes scanned the bar for Damon and Rachel, when she suddenly froze. Charlie eyes were trained on the bar, and she watched as Rachel leaned into Damon, her lips inches from his.

Charlie never got to see if Damon went to kiss Rachel or if he would've pushed her away, because that was when she marched over to Rachel and punched her square in the jaw.

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