A/N: Hey peeps!
I know it's been ages since i updated this fic, so I won't be long.
I want to thank everyone who has reviewed so far and I just want to tell you that there isn't much left of this fic! This is chapter 36, so I'm counting on maybe four more chapters and an epilogue or three chaps and an epilogue.
Just wanted you to know that, now please enjoy!
"So you really don't mind me going then?" I asked again and Mason smiled at me.
"Of course not," he told me. "You're going on a road trip to Atlanta with your ex-boyfriend, why would I mind?" I laughed and punched him playfully on the arm.
"No, I'm going to Atlanta with my friends," I told him. "Damon knows where we stand and he isn't going to be a problem," I said.
"Don't count on that," Damon said smugly behind me as he picked up my backpack and threw it in his trunk.
I rolled my eyes at him. "You always know how to spoil a moment Damon," I said to him and he leaned against his car.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, putting his hand over his heart. "Did I ruin your little good bye moment?" he asked innocently.
"Be nice Damon," Stefan said as he walked up to us with Elena next to him. "You might make Dani regret that she ever agreed to come on our little trip."
Mason looked at me and pouted. "I just don't understand why you switched the dates on the bachelor/bachelorette parties," he said and I smiled at him.
"You know there were some kinks with the dresses and Elena offered to take care of it. Besides, I would probably look awful if I got home from a 24-hour road trip the day of the wedding," I said and Damon snorted.
"You forget that I've seen you early in the morning after an all-nighter of alcohol and fun," he said shamelessly. "Believe me when I tell you that you look even better than you do sober."
I shot him a glare and turned to Mason, who had narrowed his eyes at him. "Mason," I said to catch his attention. He turned to face me again, worry clearly written on his face. "Don't worry about it," I told him calmly. "I'll be back early tomorrow morning. I'll behave," I said and kissed his cheek softly. He smiled at me, even though the concern was still obviously there.
"If the two of you are finished, let's go," Damon said, rolling his eyes us. "We have a strict schedule to keep."
"Just don't let Ric near any strippers, please," Jenna said walking out of the house. She walked over to Ric and pressed a kiss against his lips. "Don't forget who's waiting for you at home," she whispered, but since pretty much every last one of us was supernatural, we heard them.
"My beautiful bride to be," he whispered back and kissed her again. I rolled my eyes at them for being so cheesy, but hey- what did I know of true love?
"Okay, sorry to ruin the moment," Damon once again interrupted, "but we really do have a strict schedule. If it was my choice, we would have partied for at least a week, but since we don't want to postpone the wedding any longer, we really need to get going it we're to do all the things I have planned for us," he said and wiggled his eyebrows at us.
"Your choice in best man is impeccable," Jenna said sarcastically and Ric let out a laugh.
"Well, I lost the fight about Danielle so..." he said and trailed off while I let out a laugh.
"How does it feel to be second choice Damon?" I asked him playfully and he grinned at me.
"I don't know," he answered. "Last time I checked, you made me your first choice." Mason froze by my side and I shot Damon a glare. Of course he would turn this into a conversation about the two of us.
"That's in the past," I told him sternly. "Let's go," I said, hoping to get away from the sensitive subject. I turned to face Mason again and gave him yet another kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow," I promised and he nodded, still not taking his eyes off of Damon, who was still smirking smugly at us.
Elena walked over to Stefan and embraced him, Jenna and Ric shared yet another kiss and Damon walked over to the driver's side. "Dani calls shot gun!" he said, opening his door.
"No I don't!" I protested.
"Yes, you do. Ric will probably sleep all the way to Atlanta and Stefan will be reading. I want someone to talk to," he told me before he got into the car. I rolled my eyes yet again.
"Fine," I said, before finally walking over to his car and getting inside.
After Ric and Stefan got into the car, we waved good bye to our loved ones and finally started driving towards Atlanta.
-Damonelle-
"I can't believe you were actually right about the two of them," I said, looking back at Ric, who was asleep and Stefan, who was so into reading his book that he probably didn't even hear me.
Damon smirked at me. "I know my friends," he told me and I grinned at him.
"You have friends?" I mocked and he rolled his eyes at me. I turned back to face the road in front of us again. "If you get tired I can drive," I told him and he shook his head.
"No one is allowed to drive my car except for me," he said. "Besides, we're vampires, we don't get tired."
"I know," I told him. "That was why I offered." I looked around for a moment. "When do we get there? It feels as if we have been driving for hours."
"Soon enough," he told me. "Then we can really let go," he said seductively, reaching over and touching my exposed thigh. I slapped his hand away.
"Really, Damon? Are you really going there?" I asked and he shrugged.
"What happens in Atlanta, stays in Atlanta Dani," he said and I rolled my eyes yet again before looking at the road ahead of us again.
I had a feeling this was going to be a long, long night.
-Damonelle-
We stopped by a small diner on the way because Alaric got hungry. The four of us settled in a corner booth. Just as Stefan was about to sit down next to me, Damon blurred forward and sat down instead.
"Stop doing that," I hissed under my breath. "Someone could have seen you!" I scolded him.
"I like living dangerously," he whispered back. One of his hands brushed against my thigh again.
"Get any closer and I'll break off your fingers," I growled at him. "I like living dangerously as well."
Stefan, who seemed to understand what Damon was doing, glared at him and shook his head. Alaric, though, seemed absolutely clueless. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that he was so hungry?
We ordered four burgers with fries and ate them slowly, joking about what we would do when we got to Atlanta.
"I have everything planned out perfectly," Damon smirked. "It's not every day one of us gets married," he stated. "Even though I am completely opposed to it, I know that it's my duty as the best man to make this a night to remember."
I rolled my eyes at him. "Of course it is, Damon," I said. "However, don't forget that you weren't Alaric's first choice," I joked.
Alaric and Stefan snickered at Damon's expression.
"Still," Damon continued, completely ignoring me, "he won't regret picking me after tonight." I decided not to argue with him on this one. I was actually glad that we were moving past the awkward stage of our relationship. I just wished that this whole thing with William would just blow over so that I could finally tell Damon how I really feel about him.
Last night, when I went to bed to rest for this trip today, I came to a couple of conclusions. First of all, no matter how hard I tried to stay away from my friends here in Mystic Falls, something always drew me back to them. Secondly, my feelings for Damon were still there, and they certainly weren't going away. Finally, if I knew William well, he wouldn't wait much longer to make his move.
These last couple of weeks I had been walking on eggshells. I knew I didn't want to run anymore. If he really wanted to kill me, he would have by now. I just wished that I could get everything over with, so I could either die, or move on, not having to look around every corner, afraid to be captured.
"Where will we be going when we get to Atlanta?" Alaric asked Damon. "Where are we staying tonight? What do you have planned?" I almost laughed at his expression. He was looking half excited and half terrified. It seemed almost as if he had just realized where he was going, and with who he was going.
"Don't worry about it Ric," I told him. "I'm sure Damon is planning on getting us all into trouble somehow, but remember that you have two other vampires with you to keep you safe," I winked, taking a sip from the scotch I had ordered.
"Hmm... Dani, you're already starting up with the drinking," Damon pointed out.
"You know I'm not a light-weight," I shrugged.
"Oh, I know," Damon said, looking at me intently for a moment before turning back to the others. "Are you done eating yet? Dani will be on her third glass soon if we don't get out of here."
I couldn't help but let out a laugh. He was right.
"Yeah, yeah," Stefan nodded. "I wasn't hungry anyway. I went hunting last night, so I'm clear for the time we'll be spending in Atlanta."
"How many bunnies did you manage to catch?" I asked him, making Damon laugh. "Oh God, I wasn't making fun of you Stefan, I was genuinely wondering so that we won't have to worry about you going all rabid on us! I mean, bunnies aren't even that big!" Once again, Damon laughed and Alaric snickered too this time.
Stefan looked at me, his lips curling up in a small smile. "It's okay Dani," he said. "I get it. And actually, I fed from a deer or two...and a bunny or three."
I let out a small breath. "That's good."
"Let's get out of here then," Alaric said, getting up from his chair. "I'll just head to the bathroom and then we'll leave." He walked off, Stefan following him while Damon and I stayed behind.
"How the hell do you get away with mocking Stefan, while I always get told off for doing so?" Damon asked me.
"I wasn't mocking him," I told him honestly. "It just came out that way."
"Whatever you say, Dani," Damon said, leaning closer to my ear. "I know the truth though," he whispered.
I shook him off. "Whatever, Damon," I said, looking around the diner, crossing my arms over my chest.
There were a few others there too. An older man, maybe in his late sixties, together with whom I assumed to be his wife and grandchild. Across from Damon and me, a younger couple sat in a corner booth, the man obviously whispering sweet nothings in the woman's ear. On the other side of the diner, a young man sat, all by himself, furiously texting someone... I frowned.
Something definitively didn't feel right.
"Maybe we should leave now," I suggested. "We can wait for Ric and Stefan in the car instead. This place gives me the creeps," I shuddered.
Damon let out a low chuckle. "You were fine a minute ago," he said and I simply shrugged.
"Maybe I just want to get to Atlanta so that we can finally relax and have some fun?"
"Oh we'll have fun," Damon smirked as he followed me outside. "What happens in Atlanta, stays in Atlanta."
-Damonelle-
We arrived to the city just an hour later, and I was relieved to finally get out of the car. Damon and Alaric had spent most of that hour arguing about the perks and disadvantages of marriage, while Stefan and I had been accused of being saps for actually thinking the tradition of marriage is romantic. When I had expressed my thought on the topic, Damon had looked at me skeptically, saying that being married is overrated. After that, I just decided that it was better to shut up and not get involved in the conversation, which sooner or later would turn into a conversation about me and Mason, at least if Damon had a say in the matter.
"So Atlanta, huh?" I said, stepping out of the car after Damon parked it outside of a small motel. I furrowed my eyebrows and sighed. "We should have gone to Atlantic City..." I muttered, already bored.
"Look, Dani," Damon said. "If you're just gonna be negative all the time, you might as well shut up right now. I don't exactly think you know this place as I do..." he smirked at me when I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Oh really? This place has nothing," I argued. "We're staying at this crap of a motel instead of a five-star hotel in Atlantic City. I swear I would have been better at planning Ric's bachelor party!"
"Dani," Damon said again, looking at me strangely. "Shut up."
"Fine," I snapped, turning away from him while Stefan and Alaric looked at us amused.
"Well Damon?" Alaric said, deciding that it was better to step in. "Where are we going?"
Damon smirked again. "Follow me," he said as he walked into the motel.
A couple of minutes later, we had gotten ourselves three rooms, one for me, one for Damon (who was apparently hoping to get lucky) and one for Stefan and Ric to share, since they were both in committed relationships, which technically, I was too, I realized.
"It's just for one night," I muttered to myself as I walked into the small room. There was only a queen-sized bed, a small drawer, an even smaller fridge and a mirror in it. At least it was better than the places William used to torture me in...
"Hey Dani, why don't you change instead of complaining all the time?" Damon suggested as he walked into my room and laid down on the bed, throwing one arm over his face so that his eyes were covered.
"I will once you get out of here," I told him, throwing a pillow at him.
"I swear I won't look," he said. "And even if I did, I've seen it all before, haven't I?" he chuckled, throwing the pillow back at me.
I couldn't help the giggle that escaped my lips. "I guess, but I still don't think my boyfriend would like the idea of you creeping over me while I change."
"Well, I was your boyfriend first, so he just has to deal with it," Damon said, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. I turned around, and the next thing I knew, he was standing in front of me. "Am I wrong?" he asked, his voice low.
For a second, my eyes traveled down to his lips, which looked very inviting...
"Damon, please don't make this any harder than it already is," I said, pushing him away from me.
"It doesn't have to be hard, Dani," Damon argued. "We can finally let go! No one knows us here anyway, so it wouldn't be a big thing if we hooked up anyway!"
"Hooked up?" I snapped. "You seem to be forgetting the fact that your brother and your best friend is here with us as well."
"So you're saying that if they weren't, we wouldn't even be arguing over this? We would already be all over each other, because that is what we both want-"
"Don't tell me what I want!" I yelled at him, blurring forward, grabbing his throat with my hand, pushing him up against the wall. "I know what I want," I snarled. "I want peace and quiet, something I will never have as long as William is out there. Stop telling me what I should and shouldn't do, because the only person I can trust is me."
"Dani, l-let g-go," Damon managed to get out. "You're choking me."
It took a second for me to realize what he had said. When it registered, I put him down again. "Sorry," I muttered. "Got carried away."
"Yeah, sometimes I tend to forget that you're 100 years older than me. Your strength is quite the turn on actually," he told me before walking toward the door again. "I'll go check if the others are ready. You should change, get ready for the club," he said and finally stepped out of the room.
I decided that it was better to ignore his comment about my strength being a turn on. I figured, it was even better not to tell him that I thought everything about him was a turn on.
-Damonelle-
The music was so loud that I actually winced as we stepped into the club. I was wearing a short, black and white tube dress that fit me tightly, a pair of black strappy high heels and my hair was curled and loose around my shoulders. I had decided to do my make-up a little more dramatic than usual, and went with black smokey eyes and red lipstick. Damon had just given me a look, which said more than that mouth of his would ever be able to say, and I felt a knot tie in my stomach, wondering how life could be so unfair sometimes.
"I've never been here before," I yelled over the music, and Damon smirked. He was wearing a black T-shirt, a pair of dark jeans and his usual black boots. It was very casual compared to me, but it fit him so well that I don't think anyone would have noticed that he was underdressed. Around us, people were grinding against each other in the rhythm of the music, and I kind of had to look away, when it looked like a couple were getting too hot and heavy on the dance floor. "What is this place?" I asked him and he laughed.
"This is Club Black," he yelled over the music. "Most people don't even know it exists, but the few times I've been in Atlanta, this has been the highlight of my visit!"
"So this is your grand plan?" Stefan asked. "Clubbing?"
"Well what else is there?" Damon asked. "I've been looking forward to watching you squirm every time a human gets too close to you and you feel their blood pumping through their veins! Also, the look on Ric's face is priceless," Damon pointed out. I looked at Ric, who looked rather uncomfortable when a young woman, dressed in only a leather bra and leather skirt walked up to him.
"Is that-"
"A stripper? Indeed it is, Danielle," Damon grinned. "Hey Sarah!" he called and the woman turned around, grinning when she saw Damon.
"Damon?" she walked up to him and embraced him tightly. I felt something inside of me boil, as I imagined severing the girl's head from her shoulders. "You're back! And you brought friends with you?" she asked, looking at the three of us. "Are they on your special diet too?" she asked, and I looked at Damon.
"She knows?" I asked and he nodded.
"Sarah here has been donating blood, along with some of the other ladies here. At least to me," he winked as the girl- Sarah- giggled.
"Well you just tell me if you need anything, Sugar," she winked before walking away.
Stefan and Alaric looked at each other awkwardly before looking at me and Damon. I could tell that they were expecting a reaction from me, but I wouldn't succumb that easy.
"Why don't you boys go and enjoy yourselves?" I asked. "I know that I will," I said, turning around and walking straight out on the dance floor. It didn't take long until a couple of guys started dancing next to me. I glanced in the direction of the others. Stefan and Alaric seemed amused, while Damon was scowling. Laughing to myself, I turned back to the three young men that were dancing with me. It didn't take long however, to feel a grip on my wrist.
"Danielle," Damon said harshly. "We're all going to the bar to have a couple of drinks with Ric. It is his bachelor party after all."
"Jealousy doesn't suit you, Damon," I laughed as I brushed past him and walked back to Stefan and Alaric.
"Come on," I said. "First drink is on me." We walked over to the bar, where I compelled the bartender and ordered some shots.
"Does it really count as you buying the first drink, when you actually compel the bartender?" Alaric asked.
I let out a laugh. "Hell yeah, it counts!" I said. "Now drink up!" I said, raising my shot to my lips, downing it.
"Okay," Alaric said, downing his drink as well.
Damon looked over at me and smirked as our eyes met. "Well tonight is certainly going to be interesting."
-Damonelle-
I don't remember fully how it escalated so quickly, but the next thing I knew, I was dared by someone to take a body shot from them. I grinned, laughing loudly as I embraced Alaric after succeeding.
"Did you see that?" I exclaimed happily. The night was actually becoming a success, which I hadn't expected at all considering it was Damon who had planned it. It turned out that Club Black was "half-a-strip club", which meant that they didn't start stripping until after midnight. I was actually surprised when Damon didn't even as much as flinch when the strippers came up on the stage. Most of the girls that had been at the club left and soon the place was overflowing with testosterone.
"I never expected you to know how to take body shots like that!" Alaric said as he laughed. It was clear that the alcohol had started to affect him.
"Yeah Dani," Stefan said, grinning at Damon. "Have you been practicing a lot over the years?"
"Actually, yes. I worked as a bartender during the 80's too and some of the nights got pretty wild," I admitted.
"You worked as a bartender and took body shots off of strangers?" Damon asked skeptically.
"Not always. Sometimes they took body shots from me," I grinned. Damon's mood changed instantly.
"Then how about I take one from you now, huh?" he suggested boldly. Or, I guess it wasn't exactly boldly since we had done so much more together already.
"Oh, Damon, I don't think you want to go there!" Alaric laughed. How drunk was he?
"I mean, it shouldn't mean anything, should it?" Damon pressed. "If she didn't get fired while working as a bartender because of it, I hardly think they'll throw her out of the club for doing it now."
I raised an eyebrow at him, a small smile tugging at my lips as I saw his own smirk widen. "You know what, Damon?" I said, jumping up on the bar counter, lying down. "Why don't you go ahead?" I motioned to my body. "Only problem is my dress though. I'm not ready to remove it, so you'll just have to work your way around it."
Damon smirked at me, leaning closer to my ear. "I think I'll manage."
If I had been human, I might have cracked right there, but since I'm not, I held his gaze as he moved away, my face perfectly neutral.
It didn't take long for Damon to figure out how to go about it. Salt covered my collarbone, a shot glass was placed in my cleavage and a piece of lime was in my mouth before I could even comprehend what I was doing. I was still lying on top of the bar. The bartender and some dancers were watching us amusedly as Damon grinned and winked at me before descending on my skin. First, he licked away the salt, so slow that it felt like torture. I tried to keep my face neutral, but memories of our nights together flashed before my eyes before I could even stop myself.
Next, he leaned down above my cleavage and took the shot, without even spilling a drop. One of his hands was on my thigh, while the other trailed a pattern across my arm.
Finally, he moved over to my mouth, where he took the lime from me, but not before pressing his lips hard against mine. When he pulled away, the lime was in his mouth, and I was breathing hard, harder than I would ever have thought I would. The effect he had on me had always surprised me, but this was just too much. The tension was so thick that one cut actually have cut it with a kitchen knife if they had wanted to.
I wanted to kiss him again.
It had felt as if a hundred years had passed while he took the body shot, however, it had probably just been a few seconds. The way his lips had ghosted over my skin had nearly made me lose my mind. It had messed me up in such a way that I had overanalyzed every single move he had made.
Damon grinned at me while the dancers around us applauded before helping me up in a sitting position. I tried not to think about how my lips pretty much ached to be pressed against his again, and grinned back at him.
"You wanna dance?" Damon whispered in my ear, holding me closer than necessary.
I nodded.
-Damonelle-
I wasn't exactly surprised by the way we danced. What surprised me wasn't even that I leaned in and brushed my lips against his cheek. The thing that surprised me was the look he gave me afterward, and how he suddenly leaned forward to press his lips against mine. Our moment was interrupted though, by Alaric and Stefan who had decided that they couldn't have us kissing considering the way things were at the moment.
I had pulled away from Damon and told him that I needed some air, heading out through the back door and into the dark alley.
I leaned my back against the wall and looked forward, taking a breath. What was I thinking? My plan to handle things would never even work, and I would probably die in the process of trying to make it work. The fact that I was using Mason made me sick to my stomach and I wondered if it would have been easier to just shut off my emotions completely.
Shutting off my humanity wouldn't make the situation any easier though, and I knew that. The day I decided I would turn it back on, I would be exhumed by guilt and would probably end up staking myself...
The back door opened again, only to reveal a girl in her mid-twenties.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't know anyone would be back here," she said looking at me strangely. "What exactly are you doing back here? This exit is only for personnel."
I turned around and sped up to her. She let out a gasp as I looked her in the eyes and compelled.
"I'm allowed to be back here because your boss told me to wait for him here," I said, staring at her intently.
Something wasn't right. The girl slowly smiled at me.
"He told me you might try to do that," she giggled. Suddenly, her fangs broke out through her gums and she snarled at me. Catching me off guard, she threw me away from herself and into the opposite wall. I felt my head crack as it connected with the wall, and soon felt something warm run down my neck. I reached back and wiped away a little blood, but felt the wound heal almost instantly. I stood up quickly and looked at the girl.
"Who are you?" I asked her as we slowly began circling each other.
"A messenger," she replied, a grin still on her lips, but her eyes seemed to travel to my blood drenched fingers for a moment.
"You're a newbie, aren't you?" I asked. "Who turned you?"
Her smile faltered for only a second. "I think you already know," she whispered.
I ran forward, pinning her to the wall, already snarling at her.
"William." It wasn't a question, but she nodded anyway.
"Danielle!" I snapped my head in the direction of the new voice. Damon, Stefan and Alaric were staring at me. To them, it must have looked like I was pinning an innocent girl to the wall in a dark alley.
"You told me you're a messenger," I snarled at her, ignoring the others. "What's the message?"
The girl grinned again. "He told me to ask you who you're taking to the wedding. Mr. Vampire over there or Surfer boy?"
"Where is he?" I snapped, tightening my grip around her throat, lifting her higher against the wall. The other three seemed to have understood that she was a vampire.
"He says you'll see each other soon enough," the girl grunted. "Do you want me to send back your love to him?" she mocked.
I saw red. Instantly, my hand went through her chest, grabbing her heart. She let out a gasp.
"There's no message like killing the messenger," I snarled, pulling out her heart and letting her drop to the ground. I turned around to look at the others. "We need to get out of here as soon as possible," I told them. "If William turned her, there's only a matter of time before other vampires start popping up."
As soon as I had spoken the words, I heard footsteps coming closer to us. I saw the other three tense as they looked at something- someone- behind me. I turned around, immediately grabbing the young man by his neck. I recognized him... He was the same man I had seen at the diner! I broke his neck and threw him away from myself, not even asking questions anymore.
"Let's go," Damon said after a moment, blurring to my side, grabbing my hand as he led me out of the alley.
Stefan and Alaric followed us quickly, back to the apartment where we grabbed our things and got to the car.
"You do know that snapping a vampire's neck doesn't have a permanent effect?" Damon asked me as I sat down next to him.
"I know, but it'll buy us some time at least," I told him. "I don't enjoy killing people, Damon. Especially not newly turned vampires who probably hadn't done anything wrong to begin with."
"Dani," Damon sighed, turning to face me in the car. Alaric and Stefan still hadn't come down. "I want you to promise me something."
"What?"
"If it comes down to you and someone else... Do what it takes to get out of there," he said, looking away from me. What he meant to say was that if it ever came down to me and him, I should leave him behind and run.
I didn't have time to answer him as Stefan and Alaric ran into the car.
"We were attacked by a vampire upstairs," Stefan panted. "Alaric shot him with his stake gun."
"Sobered up, huh, Ric?" I laughed as Damon stepped on the gas pedal.
"You have no idea," Alaric grunted.
-Damonelle-
We had just driven out of town, but the uneasy feeling still didn't leave my gut.
"This was way too easy," I mumbled, mostly to myself but I knew the others had heard me.
"Try to stay positive," Stefan told me, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Damon drives like a lunatic and we'll be in Mystic Falls before they can catch up to us."
"Yeah, but what if they follow us to Mystic Falls, Stefan?" I asked. "What if we've just put everyone we love and care about in danger?"
The others stayed quiet. A couple of minutes passed before Alaric spoke up.
"What's that?" he asked, pointing ahead of us. There were three cars standing in the middle of the road, blocking our way. In front of them stood about twenty vampires, waiting.
"Damon, stop the car," I told him. "We're going to need a stake gun or two..."
"How did they know which way we would choose?" Damon asked as he stopped driving.
"Because we should have known that William would expect us to take some small road out of town to pass by undetected. It's backfired on us and now there's only one thing we can do," I told him as we stepped out of the car. Alaric hurried to the back and pulled out weapons.
"I'm glad you brought those with you," I told him as I grabbed a stake. I looked to the vampires who were slowly walking towards us now.
"I've got your back, Ric," Stefan said and Damon nodded at him. He looked at me as if to tell me that he had my back, but then he blurred forward to one of the vampires, grabbed him and pulled out his heart, dropping it to the ground.
"Come on then," he told the other vampires who stood frozen, looking at their fallen friend. A girl snarled and pounced at Damon, but before she could even get close enough, she fell to the ground, already withering with a stake through her heart. I turned and looked at Alaric, who loaded his gun again.
"You're certainly not drunk anymore," I said before blurring forward. Three vampires jumped at me in an instant, while four jumped Damon. Stefan and Alaric were shooting from a distance first, but they didn't dare risking hitting me and Damon, so slowly they moved closer as well.
I grabbed a girl's hair and pulled her off me before kicking a young man in the groin. I turned around and punched an older man in the face, feeling his nose break. He snarled and staggered back before I finally stepped forward, staking him in the heart. I pulled the stake out and swirled around; throwing it at a vampire that had Damon in a headlock. He yelled out and fell to the ground, already ashen.
"Dani, look out!" Damon called. On instinct, I turned and put my hand through the young man's chest, ripping his heart out in the process. I let go of it and pulled my hand out of him before returning to the other vampires.
It was a massacre really. One by one, the newly turned vampires fell. Damon and I worked together while Stefan and Alaric had their own thing going on. As I caught the last vampire, I held him by the throat.
"Do it," he challenged me. "I'm dead anyway."
"Where is William?" I asked him. "Tell me and I'll let you live."
"It doesn't matter," the man said. "He told us he would kill us even if we survived, which he didn't think we would." He swallowed thickly. "Please kill me."
My heart ached for the man, but I still plunged the stake through his heart. I let go of him, my breath shaky and my hands trembling as I looked at all the bodies around us. Stefan and Alaric were already piling them up so that we could set them on fire.
My dress was completely covered in blood, as were my hands and my hair. I walked over to the side of the road and sat down, burying my head in my hands, trying to ignore the blood that smeared all over my face. I tensed as I felt a hand on my shoulder, but looked up only to see Damon looking down at me. He sat down next to me, and I almost expected him so say something.
However, he didn't. Instead, he took my hand in his and squeezed it tightly.
I squeezed back, and this time, I didn't pull away.
-Damonelle-
We pulled up by Elena's house early the next morning. We had stopped at another motel and gotten rid of our clothes and washed up; so that no one would suspect that anything had gone down in Atlanta. Of course, when we had walked into the motel, the personnel had looked at us as if we had come out of a horror movie. I had compelled them because it was much easier that way.
Jenna opened the door and grinned at me as I pulled my duffel bag along with me.
"Hey!" Jenna said, embracing me.
"Hi," I said, smiling back at her.
"So? How was it? Did you get Ric to dance?" Jenna laughed as I walked inside.
"Nope, Ric didn't do any dancing," I said as my mind for a second flashed to when he had held a teenage vampire girl back by the shoulders before Stefan had managed to shoot her.
"But how was it? You have to tell me everything!" Jenna insisted.
I thought of the burning pile of vampires for a moment as I sat down on the couch. "It was probably the most boring night of my life," I lied to her, not wanting her to know the truth. "I swear, Damon really doesn't know how to throw a party."
A/N: So? What did you think? If you liked it, please review! If you didn't...well, review anyway! Tell me what you thought and which part was your favorite!
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Spicy
P.S. I will write more on this story and MTB as soon as possible! I just have a lot of exams going on right now!