Ros wasn't sure if Damon was just amplifying it or if drinking someone's blood could be so sexy. He really seemed to enjoy making her uncomfortable, and it had gotten to the point where Ros's only way of getting out of his company was to be as robotic as could be.
"Come on, B," Damon said a smirk on his face, "It's only fair to drink it from my neck," he tilted his head and leaned forward. "Don't you want to be fair."
Ros held her breath for a moment, amazed at how dirty he could play, and how bad it was that she was actually falling for it. "Why?" she exclaimed, backing up toward the door.
"Come now little Rosalind," he said playfully, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. One arm around her small back the other tugging his shirt down as he leaned closer to her. "A little nip."
"What are you doing?" Ros yelled, pushing him away, thankfully he allowed it and backed up a few steps looking hurt. "You aren't into me so stop being like this!"
"Maybe I am?" he said with a cocky grin, moving a step toward her.
"No you really aren't," she answered, putting her hands up to stop him. "Now I've agreed to take your blood," she tilted her head down, muttering, "even if I had no choice in the matter." She looked back up to him. "Now there is no reason for you to be all flirty. I want to be your friend, not another toy you tickle and then leave. I want to have you as a friend, and that can't happen if you keep trying to rationalize my liking you for only sex!"
"But you do," he countered with that damned cocky smile.
"Don't be a jackass," she responded, "the way I see it is your a guy who pushes people away into certain groups. A way to protect yourself. You push Lyn to a witchy solve problems group. Aunt Joyce is a protect group. Stefan is an annoy and mild torture. But that leaves me," tears burned her eyes but she kept them down. Where all this was coming from she wasn't sure. "Yeah you have to protect me, and yeah my dumbass keeps getting into stupid situations, but I can make you laugh, and even when your an ass I don't mind spending time with you. That puts me into only one category to protect yourself in. I want to sleep with you. I want to be with you and there for everything can be solved easy. Because once we have sex you can leave me, and I'd have to accept that. I could hate you and never have to spend time with you again."
She looked him in the eye and straighten up. "But I don't want to sleep with you Damon. I don't know what I want really, but I know I don't want the complications sex involves." She took a deep sigh, "I know I'm too minor of a character to be thrown in with the main ones and expect to get out of it okay. So stop. Please."
Damon said nothing, he just turned around and grabbed a cup from the cupboard and bit his wrist, filling the cup with some blood.
"Gross," she said realizing what he was doing.
He placed the cup down and left the house. Slowly, deliberately, and with purpose he left without saying a word or even looking at her.
Ros gave a sigh and took the cup, down the hatch it went like it was a shot. She cringed as full body shivers took over as she made her way to the sink and did her best not to vomit it all up and gag.
After a few long minutes the feelings subsided, leaving Ros alone in the house. With a sigh she cleaned the cup and went back to the computer. She was going to try and find a way home. She officially overstayed her welcome.
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Lyn was over the moon. She always liked shopping, but was never really able to explore that love back home in the real world. However, with this body and with Care and Buffy she had found what she had been missing. It was almost like getting a pick me up of caffeine.
"We have to do this again," she stated simply.
"We should get Ros and Bonnie next time," Care agreed.
Lyn winced, "Yeah, Ros isn't into shopping."
"Really?" Buffy asked in alarm.
"Yeah, she usually prefers to be in and out as fast as she can."
"Weird," Buffy stated.
"Yeah, but I'm pretty sure Bonnie is like that too," Care said easily. "No more than a couple of hours at most."
Lyn snorted, "Ha! Ros gets antsy after only forty-five minutes."
"Wow," Care said in a alarm.
"Okay so maybe just the three of us, then." Buffy said with a shrug.
"Sounds great!" Lyn agreed.
Care nodded, "Ya know, I really thought Ros would have been the one who'd be into shopping."
"Nope, she hates it. That's probably why she lets you dress her so easily;" Lyn responded.
Care hmmed in thought as the trio made their way to the exit after spending the allowed limit. Lynnie even remembered to get her sister the booties.
"Okay so you have to wear the dark wash jeans and either that green or purple long sleeves," Care demanded. "And once you are all set I'll do your makeup."
"I can do my own makeup," Lyn stated with a sigh.
"No. You should look flirty and sweet not the dark and heavy you normally do."
"Dark and heavy?" Lyn asked, surprised that Care's curt comment actually stung.
"Well I know you and Ros are into that goth emo stuff coming out now a days, but you both know better than to dress like it." She gave a sigh, "Thank goodness." She scrunched her nose, "Can you imagine how ugly that'd be."
"Well I don't think it's that ugly," Lyn stated defensively.
"We do," Buffy stated firmly, exactly as Care nodded her head. "You dress like a emo and I'm going to burn your clothes," Buffy said after a long moment. "Care and I will dress you if we have too."
Lyn started snorting and soon Care and Buffy started chuckling. "But I'm still allowed to listen to the music, right?"
"Course," the blonds nodded. It was scary how similar the girls were. She remembered from the show that Buffy ended up being kind of an outcast in Sunnydale. But it seemed here she, she wasn't even remotely an outcast. She was good friends with Care, who was like her in all honesty.
It was nice seeing both girls regularly happy. Care had someone she could rely on almost entirely and Buffy was probably going to spill the beans sooner or later. And once she did, Lyn was more than prepared to involve her entirely. As it stood she still had to get a feel on Bonnie and vampires.
In the show Bonnie hated the vampires, what Lyn really hoped was Ros altered her a wee bit. She got really high and mighty in the show, something Ros would be good for knocking her down.
Either way she hoped to get Bonnie on her side, and maybe get some training from her grandmother.
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After a delicious lunch the three girls came home to find a grungy Ros perched awkwardly at the computer with big headphones on her birds nest called hair.
Ros was intensely scrolling on the computer as her head bobbed lightly to what the three girls could only assume was music.
"What's going on with Ros?" Care asked, guilt tinging her voice some.
"I'm not sure," Lyn stated, walking to her sister.
Buffy grabbed hold of her arm, "She's fine, but you're date is in an hour!"
"OH!" Care jumped and grabbed hold of Lyn from the other side and pulled her up.
"Fine, but I'm not wearing foundation!"
"What is it with you Flemmings and not using the basics?" Care asked quietly as she pulled Lyn to her room.
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Lynnie was floating on a high, Matt had taken her to the Falls and had a picnic of store bought fried chicken and the fixings. He also brought a small cooler of cans of pop along with a couple of water bottles.
The scenery was enough to take one's breath away and he did it for her.
"So uh, thank you," he stammered cutely, "for helping Vicki." He gave a smile and made up a plate before handing it to Lyn. "She's really excited and happy."
"Course, she's leaving soon right?"
He nodded, making up his own plate, "She's leaving in about two more weeks after all her tests and their results are in."
"Wow."
"Yeah," he said with a nod, not really as happy as Vicki would be, but not sad. "What would you like to drink?"
"Um, how bout a coke?" she said with a smile.
"Are you sure though?"
"What?" confusion evident.
"I mean the sugars, that doesn't affect your illness does it?"
She laughed, and shook her head 'no', saying the same.
"Oh," he said a smile back in place. "Here you go."
What started off really nice, slowly dissolved into a man trying to take care of an ill girl. Maybe not so harsh, but Lyn was beyond frustrated. She was being babied and the guy was all gun-ho about it. She had first thought that he was just being courteous and polite but it soon became apparent that Matt believed that Lyn was fragile like glass.
With a heavy sigh, Lyn looked up at him, "I'm not fragile, Matt."
He wrapped her in his warm arms, a sweet smile on his face disarming her irritation as she succumbed into his warm strong arms. "Say's the girl who fainted in class."
She sighed and tried not to blush, instead she drew forth her anger and gently pushed him back. "I am fairly certain that I won't have any more problems."
He gave a small chuckle, "So you're all better, then?"
She nodded, "I believe so," she answered, looking down, "I mean I should probably check with my doctor, but even then I'm not so fragile I can't hang out and enjoy a meal."
"Fine," he said raising his hands up with a smile. "You got it, no more fragile care."
"Thank you."
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After that little misstep the night ended up coming to a close on a high note. They were able to talk about a lot of different subjects and best yet Lyn felt like she may actually know the hot football stud.
It was really exciting. Not only was Lynnie on a date with a very handsome interesting guy who you could literally introduce to just about anyone and be considered proud about but she was actually really liking him.
She gave a smile and leaned in for a kiss, savoring the feel as his arms wrapped hold of her. They were arms that could definitely make her feel safe and secure. She could really see herself falling for this guy.
Which was weird right? Pushing those thoughts aside a little too late, Lyn tripped on her way to the car after a very sweet, tender long kiss.
With an oof she crashed into a worried Matt. "Are you okay?" he asked holding her out as if she were nothing more than a glass doll to be examined for cracks. "Are you bleeding? Any sharp pains?"
"Jeeze!" she snapped pushing his hand away. "Let go! I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" he asked still checking her over.
"Yes, see this," she pointed to her stern angry face, "it says I'm fine." If nothing more than embarrassed she thought morosely.
"Do I need to take you to the hospital?"
Lyn paused, her head cocking to the side some as she tried to rationalize what he just said. "No no you don't need to take me anywhere. In fact," she stated moving back to the picnic benches they just finished up at. "You don't have to take me anywhere. I'm not going to be spending anymore time with someone who doesn't listen to me."
"Wha-?"
"No, Matt." Lyn pulled out her phone, figuring Care would be her best bet on who to call. "I'll catch a ride with someone else. You can leave."
"You want me to leave you out here alone?"
"I AM NOT FRAGILE!" she stated, each word strong and confrontational. "Now, Leave." She demanded, "please."
Clicking on Care's number and putting the phone up to her ear she watched as a sad kicked puppy look of Matt walked to his truck. Care's phone rang till it went to voicemail. With a sigh she tried Stefan.
"Stefan's phone," the cocky voice of Damon answered.
"Hey Damon, could you ask Stefan to pick me up at the falls please?"
"Date didn't go well?"
"How'd you know about my date?"
"Sit tight someone will be there soon." And with that the phone clicked to an end.
Matt was in his truck by the time Lyn put her phone down. However, his waiting there was just as irritating as his babying her all night. The more she thought about it the more irritated she became. How was she supposed to date if the best guy in the school treats her like she were an invalid?
She turned sideways so she didn't have to see him directly and he didn't have to see her slip frustrated tears. If tears came anyways. Now that it wasn't right this second, Lyn figured she could call Ros and get her to ask aunt Joyce or Care if she was still spending time with Buffy.
With a huff, she pulled her jacket more onto herself and wished for another darn jacket to throw over this one. Virginia was cold, much colder than she was ever used too.
Thankfully another car pulled up, unfortunately it wasn't Caroline or even Stefan. A cocky Damon stepped out and motioned to the car, with a peek at Matt, Lyn saw he was actually hurt by her rescuer.
She went to join Damon with both embarrassment and pleasure at the little show of hurt by it. Perhaps he would treat his next date like she were a person rather than a pristine doll.
"So, quarterback a bad kisser?" Damon asked.
Lyn gave a gruttal sigh and though Lyn was a little more than tempted to bash her head into the window or dashboard repeatedly, she decided just resting her head on the window was the better course of action. "If I can figure out a way, would you hate it if I went to your house tomorrow and bake and drink?" She asked, after everything the only solace she could see was getting drunk and making various baked goods.
"I'm sorry bake and drink?" Damon asked. "Do you mean smoke illicit drugs and underage drink."
Lyn groaned again, "The drinking yes the baking I mean of cakes and other confectionery."
"You bake?"
"Ros cooks, I bake."
"Huh," he stated confused. "Don't you own the house?" He asked after a moment of pondering.
"I may own it but it really is to keep you guys safe," she answered. "If I was dead dead the house would be open for any number of untold vampires."
"And that's bad?" He asked looking at her a wiggling his eyebrow.
"A bit." She answered lamely. "Look, I really need to bake and Aunt Joyce has yet to buy flour and brown sugar."
"And the drinking?"
"You are the only place I know of that will let, as you say underage drinking."
"The Salvatore Boarding house would never condone underage drinking," he said pompously.
Lyn gave a huff, "So Ros is the only one allowed to drink at your house?"
He made a wince, "Fine." He gave a smoldering look at Lyn, "You know the last few times she was there, her pants were off…" he let the words trail off and gave her an arousing smirk. "Are you going to follow suite."
She gave a heavy smile and mentally cursed her idiot sister and her lack of control while drunk. "No. World of no. Pants stay on."
He chuckled, almost a dark chuckle that caused her breath to hitch, "If you say so."
She came to the conclusion that he firmly believed that her pants, at least would be gone after drinking. The thing he didn't know, was that while Ros stuck to hard alcohol, Lyn enjoyed her beers and didn't mind taking her time with them. That usually meant she didn't have a lot of time to be a drunk idiot because she got drunk at the end of the night.
A thought shot through her head, with a groan, "Ros should not be there."
"Oh?" he asked.
"Yes, knowing her and her drinking she'd be having loud sex," she grimaced at the thought.
"You're saying your sister would have sleezy drunk sex with a random?"
"No, that's why she hasn't had sex yet, and you know it would probably be with you anyways" Lyn responded with a hint of snark, starting to feel slightly guilty for saying so, but in for a penny in for a pound. Not like Damon wouldn't wiggle it out of her. "What I mean is she knows you guys well enough to be stupid." With a heavy sigh, Lyn leaned her head back on the cold window. "Can we stop talking about my idiot sister."
"Delightfully," he perkily said, as Lyn noted they were getting closer to her house, finally. "So what is wrong with quarterback."
"He treated me like I was fragile glass doll." She turned to Damon, irritation evident, "He didn't even let me use a knife to cut myself a slice of pie."
"What?" he asked with a laugh.
"Right!" she yelled. "He was overprotective and weird and I am not a little weak girl!"
A/N-Well I finished the last chapter of this part. I'm not sure why I'm doing two parts but I felt that chapter 71 was a good break. So thank you for reading! Please follow, favorite and review!