Chapter 24 – Must I Do Everything?

Haven't done a disclaimer in a while – both Stephenie Meyer and L.J. Smith's characters don't belong to me (JAY IS MINE THOUGH SO BACK OFF please?) I just play about with them.

A/N: Thanks to those who didn't give upon me. Those who are following me on twitter. Thanks to those who read and review. Thanks to those who add my story to their favourite. Thanks to those who add me to their favourite authors. Thanks to all the support. Thanks to my mum, my dad for giving birth to me...(I should stop)

BPOV

Sleep began to decease so I rolled to the side with a moan. My fingers found a sturdy form, curious, I began to fumble as the sleep still stuck in my closed eyes.

Ooh abs – muscle – more muscle – back to the abs – lower...lower...lowe- OH!

"What a way to wake me up?" his voice was gruff and familiar, the sound alerted me, bringing me back to reality as my eyes snapped open.

Last night returned, encasing my mind as I looked into the warm blue eyes staring up at me, his hair slightly messed and the curls stuck out in random places, a lazy smirk in place which then turned into a small crooked grin as I rose my head to meet his stare. "Morning" he smiled, gently stroking my hair but moved to graze down my spine as I rose up from the bed.

Looking down at his body, I stared at what I'd been touching, he placed his muscled arms behind his head as he smugly stared up at me. His lickable abs tempted me further as I saw, how they flexed with his movements.

"Morning" I tore my gaze away to reply. My voice sounded croaky, sleep still induced it. Tiredly, I ran free fingers through my hair shaking the mess piled on my head. "Urgh I must look a mess"

"Nah, I think you look gorgeous" he argued and I laughed but froze when my eyes darted to the clock on the far wall.

"Is that the time?" shooting up from the bed in alarm. "Oh shit!" frantically searching through my wardrobe for anything close to perfect seeing as time was running out. My eyes did a double take on the blue chiffon dress with a thin brown belt or the other option was a yellow shirt dress with a similar brown belt.

"Yellow one's nice" Jay inputted and I turned to face him, he'd pulled himself up so he was resting on the headboard.

"You think?" I asked and pulled out the dress after he nodded. Agreeing with him, I placed the shirt dress on the bed before adding, "I'm gonna jump in the shower"

"So will I" he grinned then moved off the bed, grabbed me by the waist, then threw me over his shoulder making me squeal in delight as he hauled us outside my bedroom. I was still dressed in my black lace Victoria secret lingerie while he was in boxers which he must've just put on as my fumbling had found him exposed.

"Be quiet, Mrs. Flower's will wake up" I hissed but my giggled burst through the seriousness of my voice.

Once we were in the shower, he reached up to switch it on then set me down under the hot spray of water and then stepped in beside me. Jay slowly lipped inside the shower with me, and then helped to take off my bra while I smiled at the feeling of being wanted but also the warm drops of water fall on my face, his warm heat was a reminder of his humanity and I felt as he pressed himself up against me.

Pushing down my underwear, I set it aside and allowed him to begin to lather my body with the tropical shower gel. The smell began to surround the whole bathroom as he added more to my body. Leaning back, I laid my head onto his shoulder enjoying how he was close to me and how he was showing his care for me. Even though he was compelled, I didn't really care – I needed this.

Maybe I am slightly crazy – who knows.

He worked my hair, massaging my scalp with the strawberry shampoo. Then he rinsed my hair moving on to the rest of my body. "You skin is so soft" he murmured while his fingers worked wonders on my shoulders then he dipped down to trail kisses down my neck, his warm breathe tickled my skin and I squirmed.

"So is yours" I smiled then turned to him needing him to be close once more which urged me to crash my lips to his once more. Immediately he claimed them and pulled my body, crushing me to him, last night's wild night returned and I smirked against his lips but only for a second before he slipped his tongue into my mouth. "If we continue, we won't be getting out" I warned in a murmur against his lips but he simply shrugged with a grunt then pushed me onto the glass and ravaged my lips more fiercely.

Everything about his touch felt wrong and his fingers made me long for another's. Guilt threatened to fill my thoughts but I pushed it away as I reluctantly my palms rested on his chest and pushed him off me, giving him a warning mock glare. "I need to go" biting my lip, tasting him on my tongue.

He closed the space and smirked answering, "WE need to go" his hands engulfed mine and I stared up at him through the water trickling down my face.

"I don't deserve you" I murmured and he smiled, pushing aside the wet hair stuck to my cheeks then cupped my face as he gazed intently in my eyes.

"You deserve so much better" his words were bitterly sweet and the pain struck me with his words. I'd treated him so unfairly. Feeding off him! Standing him up!

"Everything I did – I BIT YOU! TWICE!" I exclaimed but my expression fell in surprise as he chuckled.

His eyes glazed over as he remembered something and recited almost robotically "Don't worry...didn't feel a thing" then light sparkled in his eyes. Self-hatred became overwhelming as I remembered my compulsion. I needed to be strong today and all these negative emotions were piling up so I kept my wavering switch firmly on.

"That's right you didn't feel anything" I smirked, rising on my toes, I kissed his nose. "As much as I love the idea of hot steamy shower sex...we're gonna have to postpone that" lowering my head as I gazed up at him then kissed his cheek briefly before stepping out of the shower knowing he was following my lead after switching off the water. I wrapped a towel around him and passed him the pink fluffy guest towels stored by Mrs. Flowers. He gave me a look gesturing to the colour but I simply smirked.

Water dripped down his body as well as his now sleek hair which seemed almost black now. With a knowing smile, he wrapped the pink towel around his waist before following me out of the bathroom, his arm around my shoulders.

"Morning dear" Mrs. Flowers' voice startled me as I hadn't even heard her footsteps or her awakening. Turning on my footing, I faced her with a wry smile, Jay then followed my lead, seeming embarrassed as he scratched the back of his neck while sending a small smile and offering a low greeting.

"Oh hey, Mrs. Flowers" my fingers continued to play with Jay's fingers unconsciously. "This is Jay. He's a good friend of mine" my words held no innocence with the mischievous glint in my eyes playing as I said the word "friend". Jay shyly offered a murmured greeting still staring down.

"Nice to meet you" she replied but I didn't miss the appreciative glance-over she gave Jay and a knowing grin played on my lips. "Would you two like some breakfast?" her attempt of recovering from Jay's muscled abs was humorous.

"Actually we're in a rush. Maybe another time" turning down the offer, which she seemed slightly upset about "We're actually going to the town's picnic. Aren't you?"

"I was but I don't feel up to it. I'll just go to the next one" she smiled and I zoned in on her habit of fingering her wedding band. It angered me more remembering the person responsible of taking away her husband.

"Okay Mrs. Flowers. Maybe I'll catch you later"

"You better, I'm making spaghetti bologna enough for three tonight" she added, a wicked glint in her eyes as she stared up at Jay who conveniently found the wall more interesting at that point. His cheeks heated up from the burning embarrassment.

"Okay I think you've harassed him enough" laughing at both of them. Jay turned to me, rolling his eyes and I laughed again. "See you later" we both stood up ready to leave,

Jay moved around me and then took her hand."Nice to meet you Mrs. Flowers" Jay shook her hand in politeness. He then moved back and slung his arm over my shoulder so I took his fingers, playing with them as we walked towards the door.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do" she called after us.

Jay's arm was now around my waist holding me close to his side as he introduced me to some of his many, many friends. Guess he was pretty well known around this town.

"You okay baby?" he asked me, taking my hand in his and stroking his thumb on my wrist in a comforting manner. I took a fleeting second to mesmerize how his little gestures showed his affection for me.

Looking back up, I gave a reassuring smile then kissed his cheek "I'm okay" I whispered in his ear, my cheek pressed against his but moved back when his cologne became too strong. "I'm just gonna go wander about, find something to do" smiling at him.

"Do you want me to come with you?" he offered but I caught his reluctance to leave his friends so I shook my head.

"It's cool, you stay" smiling with a small wave stent his way then to his friends. I did have to keep up my innocent charade.

I was about to turn away when he gripped my wrist turning me around to face him and before I could comprehend, his mouth was crashed onto mine. His fingers grabbed the back of my neck and his tongue slipped into my mouth, deepening the kiss and I gripped his t-shirt wanting to push him away with the building sickening guilt but his touch reminded me he wanted me. Even If not compelled, Jay had wanted me.

"Bye" he smiled, a cheeky glint in his eyes with a sparkle of light in them.

"See ya" was my meek reply before I stumbled half-dazed away from him. I could vaguely hear his friends congratulating him on our relationship but that made me feel even sicker as I fell onto the nearby tree, resting my forehead onto the rough bark to catch my breath as the cool breeze blew in my hair.

"Isabelle wasn't thinking clearly" Stefan's voice broke me from my reverie and I peaked from behind the tree to see him talking to Mason. Oh Great – (please note the heavy sarcasm)

Trust Stefan to be all chivalrous and seek forgiveness. It was a blessing and a curse.

Fighting other people's battles was innate for him and I really hoped one day it wouldn't get him killed.

Mason then shifted on his footing and crossed his arms. "No she wasn't. Why would she do something like that?" he whined and I rolled my eyes at his

"Maybe it's the fact that you almost killed her" Stefan's voice seethed with sarcasm and I wanted to laugh but kept quiet not wanting them to know I was listening.

"How did she find the cure?" panic set in but then I remembered that Stefan didn't know either r- at least I don't think he knows. The only person I'd trusted with that information was Damon but he's into that whole upper hand-over-Stefan thing so I doubt he told Stefan.

"That's for me to know Mason" Stefan cleverly deduced making it seem as if he withheld desired information. Maybe we can use it against him some day. "We promise not to make any more attacks against you. Isabelle was acting on anger – she wasn't herself" he continued trying to justify my mistakes.

Mason gave a sarcastic laugh, "You expect me to trust you"

"There's no reason why we can't just live in the same town in peace" Urgh Stefan – rough him up a bit will you?

"So what now?" Mason asked, leaning back onto his range rover.

Stefan seemed to contemplate over something before calmly offering, "Truce"

"A truce?"

"A truce" Stefan confirmed holding out his hand for mason who stared at it as if the gesture was alien before he took a deep breath and clasped Stefan's hand and shook it calmly.

"Fine. Truce"

Hairs at the back of my neck stood up alert with the close proximity of the person behind me, their body heat radiating my back, his musky cologne filled the atmosphere around us, a palm was placed on the bark of the tree next to me and I already knew who it was before the person spoke in an alluring manner "My brother… always the do-gooder" he whispered.

Taking a calming breath, I turned to face him, still using the tree as a base to stabilize me. He loomed over me, the aroma of his cologne had intensified. He was dressed in his signature leather jacket, a dark blue t-shirt underneath with dark jeans. His blue eyes were hidden behind under the dark shades and I wasn't sure whether I was grateful or saddened by that fact.

"Mr. Salvatore" I sighed whether in defeat and in relief – I was undecided.

"Isabelle" he replied in the same tone.

"Didn't think picnics were your thing" I teased and he chuckled lightly – I had missed that sound.

Softly, his husky whisper was almost secretive, "I could say the same thing" he leaned forward an inch and I knew we were playing on dangerous territory so I dodged his arm, moving away from the tree, putting space between us.

He shrugged it off and followed me but I began to walk towards the picnic table, hoping my smile masked my pain but I could feel my legs waver and my chest constrict.

Picking up the cup from the table, another vision hit me;

"You have vampires living right under your nose" Mason's eyes were panicked and guarded but also fearful as they darted around in fear of their conversation being heard.

The vision revealed who he was talking to and I inwardly tutted, "What are you talking about?" the Sheriff asked in surprise.

"Damon Salvatore" he simple said with a grave voice. Oh Mason….you couldn't just leave it could you.

The sheriff shook her head in denial, not wanting to believe Damon would betray her especially after everything he'd done for the town. "What? No – Damon is my friend" her loyalty was surprising but the fierce look in her eyes was fading.

"No – no he's got us all fooled. Him and his brother and…"Mason paused and the uncertainty in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. He was going to sentence me too. It was clear,

"What?" the sheriff urged.

"They've got a friend. She's new in town and she is also one of them" and there it was! Well mason you just sealed your fate. "It's Isabelle. I can point her out for you" he offered when the sheriff grew more bemused.

"Let's do it"

Mason then began the rambling of his plan and I found it to be very bland and very unoriginal – oh yeah vervain in the lemonade – however did you think of that?

"Isabelle! Isa!" Damon shook me and I blinked for a few moments before my vision was cleared back into reality.

A smirk on my lips as I stared innocently up at him. "I'm gonna be right back"

I was ready to leave but he stopped me asking with a matching smirk, "What's that look?"

"What look?"

"The sexy devilish smirk you got on" he quirked and I just shrugged innocently, ignoring that he'd said sexy.

"I have no idea what you're talking about" turning to leave but then remembered to add "BTW don't go near the picnic table. Warn Stefan about it too" turning my expression serious so that he knew this wasn't a game.

"What is going on?"

"Mason's back up plan" smirking once more before I quickly hurried away before he could interrogate me anymore.

Time for Mason to get a taste of his own medicine.

Bonnie was in the moment of completing her part and I could hear as Mason writhed in pain from the aneurysm she was inflicting (witchy juju) so I revealed myself from behind the wall and watched as Damon got Mason from the floor, picking him up and throwing him In the back of the car.

He then turned, walking straight up to me and I involuntarily took a small step back but the determined thrive in him caused him to step forwards again. "Don't" he pleaded, his resolute in that one word.

"What do you want?" my attempt at sounding annoyed was ruined with the wavering in my tone.

His eyebrow shot up before leveling with the other, he then ran a hand through his hair in what I could only comprehend as despair. The determination left his face only to be overtaken with a lost expression in his eyes. He parted his lips as if to say something but shut it again.

"Meet you at the house?" I smiled meekly, the air seemed to have left my chest as it constricted with every second he remained close but the will to touch him grew stronger with the pull he had over me.

A heavy sigh was released, his eyes continued to hold over me and I fought the urge to reach up to smooth over the creases that had formed on his forehead. "See you then" he finally said.

Turning to face the Bennett witch, I smiled before thanking her, "Thank you Bonnie"

With a mirroring smile, she replied almost smugly "It's fine"

"You did good, Bennett" offering a compliment which seemed to be rare with me lately so I hope she appreciated my good will.

Her expression turned slightly sinister before adding in a stern voice, "I didn't do it for you"

"I know. You did it for Elena" her name fell like acid from my tongue and I knew Bonnie had caught on to that. I could've told her what a manipulative home-wrecker her friend was but dragging myself deeper into the 90210 shit just wasn't my style. "Thanks Bonnie" I added sincerely, once more before hopping onto the bike and driving away.

Revenge gets me hungry. All that work plotting someone's death got to me so I might stop at the mystic grill and pick myself up a takeaway…

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