A/N: thanks for the sweet reviews, it's fucking wild to think about how many of you are reading this story. So ya girl cut the last chapter wrong, it should have been like 2k shorter, and so i had to write more for this one.
you guys were so nice in the comments and it really cheered me on, so i'm actually updating at a reasonable time.
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oh and some of this is kinda dirty, guys. like, this story has been M rated for a while, but i've been... somewhat tame. anyway, feel free to skip if you don't like that kinda thing.
edited the very next day because i am a fool
"Okay," she finally answered.
Nova's eyes narrowed in on his hand she hadn't noticed playing with her hair, it was longer than it had been in years, but that was mostly because she was too lazy to book an appointment, the caramel hue in her hair was fading as well.
She probably should get it fixed soon, but she was also curious about how much longer it would grow before she started looking like Bigfoot's shorter cousin.
Resisting the instinctive urge to slap his hand away from her hair - you had to have level 10 friendship to touch her hair-, she watched his reaction to her previous words instead, her lips curving in amusement.
He seemed startled by her easygoing answer, which was admittedly a complete turn around from her earlier attitude.
Nova was still wary but, and as pathetic as it sounded, she liked cuddling and she was a couple of more years of soul-draining nightmares away from injecting caffeine into her veins and just not sleeping at all.
And so here she was, ready to let a Vampire near her blood.
Grams was going to fucking kill her.
Bonnie would help.
She would go down without a fight, honestly, for she deserved nothing less than the wrath of the Bennett women to punish her Desperate Bitch Stupidity.
Nova hadn't lost all of her brain cells thankfully enough, and so she still had plenty of questions about the spell and it's origins. She knew a lot about Vampire; how they were created, how to protect herself from them, etc - but blood sharing was still very much a mystery to her.
Blood was a powerful thing, she knew, it helped stabilize and strengthen spells - but the power behind it was different for everyone who roamed this strange universe.
But what she didn't know was why blood sharing between Vampires was considered special or anything about the implications of a Witch and a Vampire sharing blood.
She would kill him, bring him back to life, and kill him again if them blood sharing created some kind of unbreakable bond that allowed him to go into her mind whenever he wanted or some other shit.
Damon drew her away from her murderous thoughts by taking her hand into his own, his fingers idly playing with the stacked rings on her fingers.
"So...how much blood are we talking?" Nova couldn't help but ask, a sudden bout of nerves body slamming into her. She made sure to keep a mask of casual indifference on her face as she internally had a mini freak out session.
Drawing blood with sewing needles and daggers for spells was completely different from letting fangs sink into her skin.
Vampires were much less controllable.
"Not much. Nervous?" Damon questioned her in return, his eyebrows cocked as he looked at her curiously.
"Okay, that cleared everything up for me. Listen, Morpheus -" she ignored him repeating the name amusedly and continued, "I'm going to need a little bit more information about the spell before I do jack shit."
"Alright then," he sighed, as though she was being overdramatic for not wanting to jump headfirst into a spell that could potentially fuck with her mind. "What do you want to know, Willow?"
Damon began to look like he regretted ever making the offer as she pulled every little detail about the spell from him.
Questions like; "What does the spell do, specifically?", and, "How long does the spell last?", were just some of the many things she asked about the spell.
Assuming he was telling the truth, the spell - which she was internally calling, 'The Kinda Kinky Dreamsharing' spell - wasn't really a spell that required words, so much was the power behind their intent. Mainly her intent, with being the Witch and all.
Though the blood sharing would help reveal the door to her dreams, his intent wouldn't be enough to enter, let alone control them. At least not the kind of control he would have over a normal human or even a fellow Vampire's mind.
He would still need her consent to enter her dream and manipulate it, it was all very similar to the way inviting Vampires into your home worked, only less permanent.
The spell either would naturally end the moment she woke up or, if she decided she no longer wanted him in her dreams, her natural mental defenses would throw him out.
Either way, once the spell ended, the door to her mind would be closed firmly shut and go back to being unreachable to him.
Nova had agreed to do this, to trust him just for the night, yet paranoia still stirred within her, her brain was already trying to come up with ways to get out of the spell in case it went sideways.
Damon distracted her once again by placing a soft kiss on the inside of her wrist, still staring at her, with those immensely amused eyes. She could feel his lips twitching against her skin as he struggled not to laugh at her increasingly twitchy behavior.
Asshole.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," She could feel her eye twitching the moment the irritatingly patronizing endearment fell from his now fully smirking lips, "The older a vampire is, the easier it is for them to ease the pain of their bite if they want to."
Nova could feel her nerves drain out of her body as annoyance took its place, even as she rolled her eyes, she could feel herself regaining her confidence. The asshole probably did it on purpose, she thought, looking at the self-satisfied look on his face.
Even though she was irritated by him, she couldn't help but think it was almost sweet of him, to distract her like this.
Nova grabbed hold of his shoulders, pulling herself closer towards him as she flipped her hair over her shoulder, purposely tilting her neck to display it. "Well, come on then. Bite me." She couldn't help but grin mischievously at her joke.
Fuck, she was so lame.
Damon's face quickly morphed after her words, dark veins growing like vines from underneath now blood-red eyes. The low lighting doing nothing to soften the transformation of his features, shadowing it rather ominously.
Nova probably should be at least a little terrified getting this up close and personal with his... Grrr Face™, especially when he was looking at her in the same way she looked at pasta and garlic bread; but now that she was no longer worrying about the pain, she was back to worrying about blood getting on her sheets.
Sue her, they were fucking expensive and pretty.
She didn't want to know how hard it was to get blood out of satin and sparkles.
"You first," he replied, biting into his wrist instead of her offered neck, which, hey, rude. "If you don't hurry up, it's going to close again." He stared at her with raised brows that looked ridiculous paired with his demonic appearance.
She shot him an unimpressed look before taking his wrist into her ringed hands, her eyes never straying from his as she pressed his wrist to her lips; the heavy smell of metallic filled her nose before it hit her tongue, but soon enough it was all she could taste as began to drink.
Nova kept expecting her stomach to turn or to gag at the taste like a blowjob virgin, but eventually, she let her body relax in his hold. She won't lie and say he tasted special, like bourbon or magical fucking rainbow cupcakes or some bullshit.
The only thing she could compare it to was the time she had licked a coin for a juvenal dare, it was basically like she was drinking warm, kind of salty, liquid metal. So, fun.
Nova was so distracted by trying very hard to imagine she was sipping on pina colada's instead of blood, that she didn't notice when he moved closer towards her. She was naturally startled when he laid his head down into the crook of her neck, the arm she held trapped between them.
Her body tensed at the feeling of pointed teeth grazing against her throat, but whether it was from trepidation or anticipation she didn't know. Who knows, she might have a biting kink.
"Relax," Damon spoke softly, leaving featherlight kisses all over her neck that distracted her more than it made her relax.
Mere moments after she was pleasantly distracted, his wrist still glued to her mouth, he sank his fangs into her flesh. She automatically bit down on his wrist in response to the burning pain, slightly reopening the closing wound, fresh warm blood spilled into her mouth as it did his.
Although the sharp pain was all kinds of terrible - like accidentally chopping your finger instead of the vegetable terrible -, it left as quickly as it came. She could feel some of her blood, warm and sticky, escaping from his mouth and dripping down her neck and beneath her sweatshirt.
But the pain was becoming so minuscule she soon could hardly feel it, it was still there, but it was being buried underneath a building feeling that was making her head swim and causing her body to feel weightless.
Nova felt the odd feeling makes its presence fully known, it overwhelmed her, making her feel exhilarated and flushed from her head to her toe.
She was getting fucking high on Vampire blood, she dimly realized, letting her head drop onto his shoulder as he savored the taste of her blood.
It wasn't just the blood though, her Magic was reacting to the blood being exchanged between them, humming even louder beneath her skin. Making her feel just as dizzy as the Supernatural blood running through her veins.
There was a connection being formed between them. Once again they had a Magical bond tying them together, albeit this one in a less restricting way than before - this time it was her own Magic warm and soothing as it wrapped about them like a blanket.
Nova let her eyes when a misplaced feeling of tranquil slowly washed over her, her body sinking against his; her slippery attention focused on her heartbeat that was drumming loudly in her ears.
..thump
...thump
...thump
Maybe she was just high as fuck, but she thinks she understands now, just a little, about why this is considered so intimate. With their chests pressed together, legs tangled together, and their mouths consuming each other in one of the most ungodly and obscene ways, it was probably the most intimate thing she's ever done.
The rest of the world melted away as they continued to consume each other's blood like sweet wine.
She couldn't help but feel a spark of amusement, as she thought on the fact that this all would have been fucking disastrous if she hadn't forgotten to take her daily dosage of liquid vervain this afternoon.
Nova only removed her lips from his wrist when he detached himself from her throat, her body shivered softly as he collected the leftover drops of blood from her already healing neck with his warm tongue.
They eventually pulled away from each other, and there was a teasing question already on the tip of her blood-stained tongue, but it was quickly lost to her when she looked into his eyes.
Damon's eyes were both her favorite and least favorite part of his appearance for the same reason; it was easier to tell what he was feeling when she looked into them, true, but at times like these it was hard to not want to hide from the sheer intensity of them.
Nova let his wrist drop from her grasp as she struggled to stop herself from acting on her impulse. "So, how'd I taste, Mr. Salvatore?" The teasing grin was firmly back on her face while she waited for an answer.
"...you are unbelievably mouth-watering, Ms. Bennett," Damon replied, a lazy smile on his lips, his eyes on her mouth, which didn't help matters.
"Aw, you say the sweetest things," she said, only partly kidding; her brow raised in question when he grabbed her chin, slowly tilting it upward.
"You just have a little something, right here..."
And, well, she really should have pulled away from him ages ago, teased him for being a kinky little bitch again; but alternatively, she found herself unmoving as he leaned down, his tongue slowly cleaning the bloody mess she had made of her chin.
Oh, well, fuck, she thought, exhaling sharply.
Damon was maddeningly patient while he trailed open mouth kisses where the blood was starting to dry onto her skin, his tongue leaving goosebumps in its wake. His hands were equally distracting as they slid underneath her sweatshirt, surprisingly warm as they slid up the side of her waist and towards the curve of her spine.
She decidedly shut her brain off and let herself be horny for a like, a split second, maybe two if she was lucky.
Eventually, fucking finally, his lips brushed against hers, and he, and he -
He gave the corner of her mouth a fucking peck before letting go of her completely, leaving her cold as he reclined back on the headboard.
"..I don't know about you, but I prefer to be the big spoon," he said casually, acting as though he hadn't licked at her skin like fucking ice cream.
Motherfuckinassjerkhole.
Nova wanted to scream at the pleased look on his face, but she simply took a deep breath and concentrated back on the high feeling that, although quickly fading, was still enough to soothe her.
She understood what he wanted - verbal confirmation that yes, she did want him after all of those merciless brushoffs on her part; but the last thing she wanted to do was give him the satisfaction.
Nova could back out now, take the out oh so helpfully offered to her and go the fuck to sleep and pretend like this hadn't happened.
It was a bad idea anyway, for multiple reasons.
They were just getting to know each other as friends instead of accomplices, he was probably using her to forget his ex, every person he's ever fucked always ends up fucked over by him, not to mention the little fact that her best friend was probably going to end up with him and he was kind of an asshole anyway and -
"Kiss me," she demanded instead, doing a damn good job of keeping the desperate note out of her voice.
Damon simply lifted a brow at her, watching her with a highly entertained look on his face, and though his blue eyes were drawn towards her lips again, he remained unmoved by her demands.
If it were anyone else doing this to her, she would kick them out of her bed and just use her great imagination and her even greater vibrator to get herself off; but she was curious, and out of batteries again.
"Please," she said dryly, deliberately grinding down on his erection, the friction against her clit, though brief, was satisfying enough to make her sigh.
The rest of his face remained remarkably impassive, but she overlooked that and stared into his eyes as much as she could in the dim light; they were filled with an intense sort of hunger that made her feel flattered and overwhelmed by it being aimed in her direction.
People have looked at her with desire in their eyes before, but Damon Salvatore, for all his many faults, had this way of dialing the intensity up a couple of hundred notches with something as simple as the look in his eyes.
She kinda wished she could do that with her eyes.
His left hand was suddenly cradling her jaw, her eyes fluttered closed as the subtle Magic coming from his daylight ring washed over her when it pressed into her flushed cheek.
Nova forced her eyes opened when his thumb slowly brushed against her blood-stained mouth; to hide her growing need from him, she grinned before biting the pad of his thumb, watching amusedly as the look control on his face cracked for a moment.
"Well, since you pleaded so nicely," he said, his words making her snort even as he leaned forward.
Depending on the day, their relationship often switched between hostile and thick as thieves, so she always assumed that if they ever did kiss it wouldn't be a soft rom-com kiss, it would be a violent rush, all teeth, and tongue, with no room for mercy.
And so she was a little surprised when he finally kissed her. Because while no fireworks or orchestras were playing, she did melt in his arms a little when he didn't rush things like she assumed he would.
Nova didn't mind it fast and dirty, most of the time she even craved it, but sometimes... sometimes she wanted to explore a person in their entirety instead of using a faceless stranger to quickly get off herself off.
More build that way.
Damon took his time kissing her, stoking the fire inside of her whilst he skillfully moved his lips against hers, languid in his movements, as though they had all the time in the universe and then some.
She let herself sink into the searing burn, into him, feeling unbelievably relaxed even as he stole the breath away from her.
"How magnanimous of you, Mr. Salvatore," she replied to his earlier comment when they parted momentarily.
"You know me, Ms. Bennett. I'm a real charitable guy," he quipped, wasting no time in pulling her in for another kiss even as she laughed outright at his words.
The grins on their faces made it harder for them to kiss, their teeth knocking together, but they eventually made do; his hand clutching her hair as his soft lips - seriously soft, she had the urge to ask if he had a beauty routine or if they were just like that - became more persistent.
She inhaled sharply when he let go of her now sore lips, her breathing heavy and lungs burning from lack of air; cracking one eye open, she soon opened both to glare at him and the look on his face.
Damon's smirk stayed in place at the dazed look on her face, but rather than giving her time to say anything, he slowly tugged on her hair. His eyes inspected her with a fascinated look on his face as her hips bucked against his with a low moan.
Well then, apparently she would have to add hair pulling to her growing list of kinks. Not the weirdest of her kinks, but definitely a 180 from her wariness to let anyone touch her hair.
There was a self-satisfied look on his face as he used her hair to tilt her head at a different angle before capturing her lips again.
Nova began to bore of letting him have all the fun, and, keeping her lips attached to his, she rose onto her knees until she was leaning slightly above him, her fingers toying with his belt.
She moaned unabashedly into his mouth when he yanked on her hair once again, harder this time, the pleasurable spark of pain didn't stop her from trying to figure out what he liked. What he would respond the most to.
Her goal was simple.
Nova wanted to make him moan, loudly. She didn't need a reason to want to hear it, but if they were going to do this, then she might as well earn some bragging rights and good memories for her spank bank.
Curiously, she sank her teeth into his bottom lip until his skin broke before licking away the blood that clung to his already healed lip. Her efforts earned her a hum muffled by her lips, which wasn't what she wanted but it was still a fucking win in her book.
"Here I thought I was the only one with fangs," he quipped, pulling back slightly to give her an amused glance.
Nova grinned in reply, becoming distracted once again by him when he grabbed hold of the bottom of her sweatshirt, slowly sliding her sweatshirt off and letting it fall somewhere behind her.
She straightened her shoulders, his eyesight better than hers as he ran his eyes across the exposed parts of her body; from the mark her bra had made on her skin to the thin scars on her arms and stomach, the moles on her chest and the scattering of freckles on next to them.
Nova's own eyes were transfixed by the sight of his fingers as they slowly trailed down from her collar bone down to the dried blood that went down to her navel.
Breaking out of her daze, she observed him with pursed lips and thought that it was fucking unfair of him to still be dressed when she was already half-naked.
So, with a devious look growing on her face, she concentrated on her Magic before quickly flicking her fingers.
Nova severely underestimated the power she placed behind the movements and most of the buttons fell off his shirt instead of unbuttoning. She couldn't bring herself to regret her actions though, and so she simply shrugged her shoulders when he aimed a look her way.
Damon seemed to be struggling to figure out whether he should be annoyed by the loss of his expensive shirt or amused by her impatience. "Someone's eager," he said, settling on amused.
"You made me horny, now you have to deal with it," she replied, trailing her nails down his bare chest.
He hummed in a way that she supposed was meant to be an agreement, but then his tongue was on her stomach and she could care less about anything else but the feeling of his mouth on her skin.
Nova tilted her neck back, her hands on the back of his neck as his tongue slowly crept upward and her brown eyes on the stars painted onto her ceiling as she tried to control her breathing.
He was going to fucking kill her.
Her stupid breathing techniques were all but useless when she found herself lying on her back, her pillows soft beneath her head and strong arms caging her in from both sides.
"You know, if you wanted me on my back, all you had to was ask," she said, looking up at him, dizzy and unimpressed.
Jesus fucking christ, that looked 100x hotter in movies.
"Mmm. I couldn't help myself. Did you know that you're eyes become adorably large when you're surprised?" Damon widened his eyes comically, overexaggerating her expression.
Nova rolled her eyes, yanking on the collar of his torn shirt until he obeyed her silent command and kissed her again. She reached between them and impatiently unbuckled his pants, her fingers fumbling with the zipper when his fingers pressed firmly against the spot where he had bitten her.
Fuck if she knew why she was so turned on right now.
"Where the fuck are you going?" Nova questioned, breathless and irritated when his body was no longer pressing against hers. She opened her eyes and well if the tug on her shorts wasn't an obvious enough answer for her, the sight of his head between her legs was.
Nova couldn't help be surprised at the sight - honestly, she figured he was the kind of Vampire who would expect his fuck buddy to go down on him, but like fucking hell was she going to complain.
She ignored the buzz of her phone alerting her to a new text and relaxed into her pillows, her fingers clutching her cover in a vice grip as she waited with bated breath.
Damon left a trail of messy, open-mouthed kisses on her hip, slowly tugging her shorts along with panties down her legs and letting them fall on the floor.
His mouth was once again insistent to kiss everywhere but where she wanted them to be as he kissed her the inside of her thighs, her legs, even her fucking ankles.
Nova inhaled through her nose when his human teeth nipped at her thigh, soothing the bite with his tongue; her hips bucked against his hold on her, instinctively trying to chase the warmth of his tongue.
But his hands held her steady.
She sat up on her elbows, pouting down at the back of his head when he continued to relentlessly tease her - his stupid goddamn mouth only moving farther away from her goddamn clit.
"Are you lost down there? Do you need me to draw a map for you?" She questioned, attempting to sound scathing but her voice sounded annoyingly wrecked to her ears.
"I'm not Edward Cullen, sweetheart, I can't read minds. I need you to tell me what you want, out loud," he replied, his mouth doing a whole lot of nothing as he waited for her reply.
Nova could feel heat flaring in her cheeks - not from embarrassment, fuck no, but from some fucked up mix of lust and anger. The urge to lunge at him was strong.
"I want your goddamn tongue on my clit, and your fingers in my vagina, you asshole," she told him through gritted teeth.
"Ouch. There's no need to be so rude, all you had to do was ask," Damon replied, sounding pleased with himself rather than hurt by her words.
Nova opened her mouth to reply with something even more scathing, only to let out a choked moan at the feeling of his mouth on her, his finger pushing into her wet heat.
She reached down and grabbed his hair to keep herself from ripping her new cover, her breathing already heavy. She began to feel lightheaded by the sight of him eating her out.
His warm tongue pressed against her clit as he slowly added another finger inside of her, not pausing until his fingers were knuckle deep inside of her. He wasted no time in fucking her with his fingers.
Nova wasn't quite sure how long he spent down there, torturing her, or when she had started making noises loud enough that, if there wasn't a soundproofing spell on her room, would alert the whole house if not the whole neighborhood.
Damon didn't seem to mind her loud incoherent noises, it only seemed to make his movements more passionate, as though he was rewarding her for feeding into his massive ego.
Asshole.
He looked up at her briefly, his fingers and mouth still doing filthy things to her cunt as he met her dazed eyes. He seemed to be feeling so very amused by the state he had her in, a sweaty trembling mess that was all but melting into the covers.
She yanked on his hair sharply when he stopped for a split second, shivering when he simply hummed in amusement, the vibrations giving her the barest amount of pleasure.
Before she could do more than groan in frustration at the lack of movement, he sunk another finger deep inside of her, the feeling of being stretched along with his fingers pressing against the walls of her made unbelievably wet.
She could feel his eyes on her figure as his fingers became more insistent, his teeth grazing against her clit and then -
Nova let out what she supposed could be considered as a moan, incoherent as it was as he let her hips buck against his tongue and fingers, orgasming so hard her whole body trembled.
The next time she opened her eyes, his embarrassingly wet mouth was trailing upwards, only briefly stopping to nip at her breast before leaning on his elbows to stare at her.
She took the time to do the same to him, looking at him in his thoroughly debauched state; his hair was a fucking mess, as much as hers she was sure, his mouth was still wet with her arousal, as well as his cheeks, but it didn't stop her from pressing a firm kiss to his lips.
"Mmm, thanks... for that," she said, unbelievably relaxed as she sent him a genuinely sweet smile that made him pause.
"You're very welcome," he replied, already back to smirking like the smug asshole he was - albeit an asshole with a good mouth.
Despite her blissed-out state, she was fully aware of his dick pressing into her hip, and well, even if her brain was mush right now, she was completely down for some more - she just needed a minute, maybe two, before she was ready again.
"So is that like a vampire thing, or have you always been able to hold your breath that long?" Nova jokingly questioned, a lazy smile on her lips as she made him chuckle.
Sadly, their little moment was interrupted by a muffled meow, accompanied by more scratching noises.
Merlin.
"Ignore it." Damon demanded, his fingers did a good job of distracting her as they drifted back down, leaving a wet trail down her stomach.
Then there was a knock, and the sound startled her as she was reminded once again by the fact there was a universe outside of her room.
"Honey?"
Dad.
Nova closed her eyes, sighing at her fucking luck. "Sorry," she said, giving him a genuinely apologetic look before wiggling out from underneath him.
As much as she wanted to ignore the rest of the world and let herself have a night of pleasure, the soundproofing spell would only hold for so long.
So she ignored the grunt behind her and quickly located her pajamas, her sweatshirt swatted her in the face as she used telekinesis to grab it whilst pulling her shorts on.
"Sorry to bother you, but I think he wants to go to bed." Rudy continued speaking to the door, sounding amused by something, probably Merlin, who continued to loudly meow at the door.
Nova looked over at the Vampire in her bed, who was somehow looking both annoyed and amused by her and her antics as she almost toppled over trying to stupidly catch the shirt with her teeth.
What?
Orgasms always made her loose the two brain cells she has, for at least fifteen minutes.
"Hide, please," she pleaded with him, picking up the shirt from the floor and pulling it over her head. Her hair was a lost cause, and so she only slapped the sleeping cap she never used on her head.
" - short and bossy -" She could hear him mumble underneath his breath, but it wasn't anything that wasn't true and so she let it go.
Nova breathed a sigh of relief at the sound of air rushing behind her as she rushed towards the door, quickly wiping her face off with the sleeve of her sweatshirt.
She forced a sleepy look on her face - which wasn't hard, to be honest, - before she cracked open the door enough to stick her head out and allow her Familiar to slip in the room. She internally sighed in annoyance as the soundproofing spell ended the moment her door opened.
"Th - uh, thanks, goodnight," she said, clearing her throat in attempts to make herself sound normal; if her dad was suspicious of her behavior, he didn't show it, he simply smiled at her in reply before leaving to go to his own room.
Merlin looked up at her as she locked the door once again, his overly intelligent green eyes knowing and judging her - if he had eyebrows, they would be cocked.
"Who are you, my mother?" Nova huffed at her Familiar's judgment, pulling her sweatshirt down where she hadn't noticed it had rolled up in the back.
Merlin meowed loudly as he walked away from her, sounding as though her words had been the equivalent of her stepping on him.
"You're right, at least you come back when you leave," Nova replied,
ignoring the unbelieving expression Damon was aiming her way for actually talking to her cat.
She was low key surprised the Vampire hadn't ditched her, but she didn't let it show and took the opportunity to sit at her vanity to take off her jewelry and clean her face with a few makeup wipes.
Reaching over into her clutch, she bypassed the tube of lipstick and the moonstone - shit, she almost forgot, she would have to deal with that later - and pulled out her phone to check her messages.
'Home safe. did you D O to tyler? - Caroline'
Nova snorted at the text that had been sent to her nearly twenty minutes ago, quickly abandoning her makeup wipes and typing out her reply.
';D he was being a bitch. i just told him what he didn't want to hear. The Truth - Nova'
"What the hell is it looking at me for?"
Damon's words made her turn around to look at him, an exasperated smile on her face as she took in the fact a self-proclaimed big bad Vampire was having a staring contest with her cat.
To be fair though, Merlin had scarily intelligent eyes, and those eyes were looking at him as though he wanted to kill him.
She quickly worked out why her Familiar was looking at him that way though; the Vampire had quickly laid back down, this time underneath her covers.
"You're laying on his pillow," she told him with an amused look on her face, her fingers braiding her hair into two side braids within minutes.
Damon said something underneath his breath, too quiet for her to hear all of it but a snippet of," - a nine-inch furball is cockblocking me, unbelievable."
Nova watched with growing amusement as even though he continued to complain about her spoiled cat, he freed space for her Familiar, who immediately jumped on his beloved pillow.
She threw her phone back into her tote, standing up and walking towards her the bed with an apologetic look on her face. "So, um, Mr. Sandman, are you going to deliver on your promise of good dreams?"
"...you know, you are very lucky you're so cute," Damon replied lightly, sounding beyond annoyed as she cuddled up to him.
"I know, right? - don't worry, I'll return the favor as soon as we don't have a.. audience," she said, looking at her already sleeping Familiar, his tongue sticking out of his mouth adorably.
She wished she could stay mad at him, but alas, the bastard was just too cute.
"I'll hold you too that, witch," he replied, making himself more comfortable against her pillows; his hands soon removing the hair cap from her hair just so he could play with her hair again.
"Any request?" He asked, sounding amused by her as she melted into his arms as he massaged her scalp in calming motions.
"Somewhere pretty," she muttered, already seconds away from dozing off.
"Mm, gotcha..."
She didn't hear him, already deeply asleep.
The rotting zombies were making a comeback tonight.
Their figures were once again standing over her, only this time their faces were achingly familiar.
Dad.
Miranda.
Greyson.
Grams.
She pressed herself closer towards her bed, hunching in on herself as they spoke over each other so much until they sounded like one entity.
"I expected better from you, such a disappointment to the Bennett name -"
"My little girl used to be so sweet, now I don't know who or what you're turning into -"
"I can't believe I invited a monster like you into my families lives -"
"You didn't even try to come and save me -" Miranda whispered, but it felt like a scream as it broke something inside of her.
She knew they were only in her head, that they weren't real, and that deep, like really fucking deep, down she was just insecure about her choices in this life and shit with dealing with those emotions in her waking moments.
Knowing that didn't change the fact that those words with those faces were having a terrible effect on her.
The fire would soon reach her, and then it would start again, the insults getting more and more creative each time until she eventually woke up.
She watched with blank eyes as their bodies disappeared into the flames, their insults never stopping, their voices are loud as ever even with her fingers in her ears.
Her eyes were on the fire as it surrounded her, covering her view of her old apartment - as much as she could remember of it, anyway, some of the furniture was different, replaced by things from her new life.
Then there was a noise in the background, distance as it was, she didn't pay any attention to it, her focus on the words of the amalgamation fire demon eating her furniture.
"So much power and potential wasted on you -"
"I treated you as my own -"
"Maybe it isn't magic that's evil, maybe it's just you -"
"You don't even deserve to be called human anymore -"
The noise was louder this time, catching her attention as she recognized that it was the sound of someone knocking - "Who?" She whispered, looking at the door being blocked by high flames, confused, for a moment, until she remembered -
"Why do YOU get to play GOD and decide who lives and DIES?" They all screamed this time, the fire now at her feet.
She nearly closed her eyes again, tears in her eyes as she instinctively tried to back away from the fire even though she knew it couldn't hurt her here. Just a dream, she reminded herself, a really vivid dream, but still just a dream.
bang!
bang!
bang!
She opened her eyes as she remembered, once again, that someone was waiting for her to open the door. She couldn't remember who, but it was someone important; the flames were still blocking her way to the door though, and a fear that was ingrained into this very moment was making her want to curl up in a ball and cry.
But deep down something inside of her protested at such a thing, whether it was her pride or some mystical force guiding her, she would never know, but the feeling made her slowly stand up instead of cowering into the flames.
Ignoring the seriously nasty insults still being aimed her way - the self-hatred was real tonight - she steeled her shoulders and all but ran through the raging flames, her eyes focus on the closed door in front of her.
She let out a shaky sigh of relief when she reached it without burning, her hands were shaking even as she unlocked and opened the door without hesitation.
Damon Salvatore lent against the small archway door, his hand poised to bang on the door once more, a vaguely annoyed look on his face.
They stared at each other blankly for a moment, before he took in the scene behind her with a raised brow. "Took you long enough, Willow," he said, the affectionate nickname doing very little to soften the bite to his words.
Nova tried to do the same for the scenery behind him, but it was a blank space for all intents purposes, and when she tried to focus on the detail more, it gave her a migraine, and so she stopped trying.
"Sorry, Spike, I was... redecorating," she said lamely, and yeah, it wasn't her best joke but it was the best she could come up with at the moment with insults still being hurled her way.
"Mm, love what you've done with the place, the fire and brimstone look suits you, hellraiser," he quipped, his joke gaining a weak grin from her.
Nova was beyond tired of the sight of this room though, her hands were still shaking as she tried to block out the screaming words of the fire still raging behind her.
"Thanks, but, uh, could you get in here and get me the fuck away from this place?"
"Thought you'd never ask."
She blinked once and then suddenly they were in a totally different place, but it didn't feel like they had moved so much as the dream had shifted.
The first thing she noticed were bare trees surrounding them from every angle and at least two inches of snow blanketing the grass.
Though she did give him an odd look for the terrible scenery - like, seriously, this was the best place he could come up with? This? - , but she swallowed any complaints she had, too relieved to be away from the place she had died in.
"You're just gonna have to trust me," he said, smirking as he caught the skeptical look she threw his way.
"Oh, haven't you heard? I have trust issues bigger than your dick," she quipped, feeling like a stranger in her own mind as she followed him down a long trail and towards what looked like a large hill with enough snow on top of it to bury a body in.
Snow melts though, so it wouldn't exactly be permanent and fuck were her thoughts randomly morbid.
"Must be pretty big then," Damon replied, looking back at her with a cocky grin on his face.
Nova hummed loudly, placing a thoughtful look on her face, "Probably not as big as you think it is," she replied, smiling up at him cheekily.
"You are so cruel to me, sweetheart - is this how you treat all of your BFFs?" Damon questioned teasingly, taking great joy in watching her eye twitch at the reoccurring nickname.
"No, but to fair, my friends also have never gone down on me before, so..." Nova trailed off with a shrug, her quick-paced power walking managing to somehow keep up with his long legs.
"Such a shame," he sighed, making her roll her eyes at him.
About halfway up the giant hill, she started fidgeting with her pajamas as she began feeling odd walking in inches of snow in her short shorts, without shoes. She couldn't exactly feel the coldness of snow, but she could still feel it - it was an odd sensation.
"Would you relax?" Damon snapped after she fidgeted for the millionth time, thoroughly exasperated.
He didn't exactly give her time to respond though, simply grabbing her by the waist and hoisting her over his shoulder like one would a sack of potatoes.
Nova knew it would be useless to try to squirm out of his grip on her legs, and so she opened her mouth to complain instead; but the time she picked up her brains from where they apparently fucking dropped, they were moving at the speed of light.
And then it wasn't just her brain that was dropped, but her body too as he carelessly set her down on the snowy hill.
Nova looked up at him once she caught her bearings, sitting up on her knees with a sharp glare in her eyes and an even sharper retort on her tongue for being treated like a fucking ragdoll -
But the only thing that left her mouth was an exhale at the sight in front of her.
They were surrounded by dancing skies that held a kaleidoscope of vivid colors - blue, pink, purple and green - aurora borealis, she realized, her brown eyes unblinking as she tried to take in every detail of it all.
Despite how overwhelmingly vivid the colors were, it didn't stop the stars and the full moon from being just as bright in the midst of the northern lights.
She itched for paint and a canvas, but for the moment, she simply kept her eyes on the breathtaking sight in front of her. Dream or not, who knew if she would ever get to see something like this ever again.
Damon let out an overexaggerating groan as he lowered himself down next to her, "So, Bennett, is it up to your high standards?" Judging by the small smirk on his lips, he clearly already knew the answer.
She was a sucker for a pretty nice sky... and he was being almost suspiciously nice to her by gifting her with this, she batted away her paranoia for the night, this moment too pretty to ruin.
Nova only took her eyes off the sight for a moment, to glance over at him in all of his self-satisfied glory. She was tempted to wipe the annoying look off of his face, but -
"...It's beautiful," she replied, unable to lie while she once again became enraptured by the movement of the sky.
"I thought you might like it," he replied, his chin suddenly digging into her shoulder and his arms wrapping around her waist.
Nova gave him a look out the corner of her eye, accessing him and his motives, her mouth pursed as she tried to figure out the best way to break it to him. "We're not banging in a dream," she bluntly told him, playing with his hair to soften her words and to show him that she didn't exactly mind his touch.
His touch felt just as real as it would when they were awake, if not more tempting, her skin felt like it was vibrating whenever his skin brushed against hers - but, it still wouldn't lead them anywhere, not here anyway. She wasn't that adventurous.
Damon hummed noncommittally, sound entirely unconvinced, which might have something to do with her literally cuddling up to him like a koala bear. "The night is still young."
Nova preferred to keep using him as a pillow and so she simply hummed back in reply, for her thoughts would have definitely gotten her booted to the snow, probably pushed down the hill.
Yeah, this was a thousand times better than reliving her death, she thought, grinning up at the sky in amazement.
Waking up the next morning, was... odd.
Not bad.
Just... odd.
Instead of jolting awake from a nightmare, she woke up gradually, her mind still trying to cling to the dream of running around a maze garden, the sun high and bright in the blue skies.
Merlin eventually woke her up interrupted her light dozing, his teeth nipping at her sweatshirt - no doubt hungry and angry for being locked in her room all night.
Nova was officially awake after the third bite nipped at her hand, her body was slow to move from its starfish position though. She opened her eyes, one by one, her hair tangled beyond belief and her cheek sticking to the pillow with the help of the dried drool around her mouth.
Grimacing at Merlin's badgering and the honestly terrible taste in her mouth, she peeled herself away from her pillow and with a heavy sigh, exited the warm cocoon of covers.
She stretched with a loud groan before wiping the sleep from her eyes and -
And, well, it took her an embarrassing amount of time to realize that Damon had apparently ditched her some time in between her twirling around the maze as though she was in the 'Sound of Music'.
She looked up from her phone when she finally did notice, her eyes scanned the room as though she was expecting him to pop out of the walls. He didn't."Okay then," she muttered, simply shrugging before walking out of her room, her Familiar following between her feet.
Nova was the first person to wake up today, and so after she thoroughly spoiled Merlin - feeding him, cleaning his litter, brushing his fur, and giving him pets for about twenty minutes - she was cooking breakfast.
Discovering leftover pie shells from Thanksgiving and after checking for eggs, she put on the coffee pot before whipping up four Quiche's filled with onions, ham, tomatoes, green peppers and three different kinds of cheese, and stuck them in the oven.
Nova was all but faceplanted on the couch, flipping through the television with bored eyes when her dad came down, already dressed in jeans, casual boots and an ugly Christmas sweater the girls had gotten him as a joke one year. One he never failed to genuinely love to wear the hell out of during the holidays, much to their amusement.
"...hey, g'morning," she greeted, startling him as he walked passed the couch without a glance in her direction - which was fair, she was pretty much one with the couch at this point.
"Good morning, Nova," he replied once he recovered, giving her a pat on her still messy head before walking into the kitchen, inhaling the smell of the food wafting throughout the house all the while.
"It should be done in like.. five or ten minutes," she said, raising her voice to be heard over the sound of the morning news.
Fucking hell, the world was depressing, she thought, but couldn't bring herself to change the channel.
"...You know, sometimes we can take turns cooking breakfast, kiddo," Rudy said in reply, looking guilty as he sat down next to her feet, coffee in hand.
"Mmm, thanks but no thanks. I like not vomiting first thing in the morning," she joked, gaining a reluctant smile from her father. "I actually like cooking dad, but if it'll make you feel better I could teach you how to cook the basics."
Nova let him think on it for a moment, things quiet between them as they both stared blankly at the shitty news bombarding them; a bank was robbed two towns over, White People™ were being racist, the cost of living was slowly going up and... someone stole a lot of blood from Mystic Falls Hospital at around 1 AM this morning.
Fuck.
Her mind was working in overdrive as she tried to figure out which idiot decided to steal blood from the local hospital without at least covering their tracks.
Damon was ruled out simply because they'd been fucking asleep by then and it probably wasn't the youngest Salvatore, probably. Elena would probably tell them if Stefan was acting off -, but she'd keep an eye on him just in case.
She wasn't sure who the fuck else it could be though - unless...
"I think I'll take you up on that offer," her dad cut through her train of thought, answering her previous question just as her sister made her way down the steps.
"Mkay, we'll begin classes tomorrow morning, don't be late or I'll give you extra homework," she joked, her sister giving them a curious glance but she didn't bother to speak to them until she came back with a cup of coffee.
"Good morning," Bonnie greeted, sipping at her coffee with a much more alive look in her green eyes, a small smile now on her face.
They all were caffeine addicts, she thought amusedly, grunting as her sister sat on the back of her legs instead of sitting down somewhere else.
Bonnie pursed her lips at the sight of the news, ignoring her older sister's wiggling, she held her hand out in front of her, the remote flying from her twin's weak grip and into her own with a loud smack.
"Um, rude much? I was watching that." Nova had honestly started to get really fucking depressed by the news and so her protest came out weak as her sister changed the channel to a saved recording of America's Next Top Model.
Bonnie wasn't fooled by her bullshit and simply looked down at her with a raised brow. "I think I smell something.. it smells like burning. You should probably check that." Succifently distracting her sister.
Nova eyed her sister with narrowed eyes, smelling nothing but still paranoid enough to want to get up and check her food - but her sister's body was currently weighing down on her legs like an anvil. "Jesus fucking christ, you are unbelievably heavy for someone so tiny!"
"You're one to talk, for someone only an inch taller than me."
"Play nice, girls," Rudy said, sounding more resigned than chasting as he drank the rest of his coffee, his eyes on the television whilst his eldest child wormed her way free from the weight of his youngest.