Kaylees POV
"What are you 12 years old?" You asked him as you walked in the house. He looked over acting like he had no idea what you were talking about. "Can't you just for once pretend that you care about someone other than yourself? Is that really so difficult for you?" You were getting mad again the yellow bleeding into your blue green eyes.
"K calm down," he brushed your forehead barely and goosebumps rose on your whole body. "Don't you see?" He now took your hand in his. Your hand seemed more tiny that normal in his. And he brought it to his mouth lightly dragging his lips over your knuckles.
"I care not of them. I care only for you Ms. Lockwood," his eyes flickered up to your lips as he let your hand fall to your side again.
"You do not care for me. You care only about yourself and Katerina. If you cared about me. You wouldn't hurt people I cared about Mr. Salvatore," you remarked sending him a deadly sneer.
"I am done playing your games Damon. Stop using me when she decides she likes Stefan more than you. You're suppose to be my best friend and it's as if I don't even know you anymore. So please just go," you ordered as he fiddle with some old pictures of you and your family. Brushing his slender tanned fingers against the frames of each before standing and walking over to you.
"One day you'll realize I did this all for you, that you were the only one I ever truly cared for," He snaked an arm around your waist and pressed a hot kissed on your forehead. "I'll believe it when I see it," you pressed a hand against his chest your arms turning to mush as you felt his body underneath. But still you pushed him as much as you could away from him. Since it wasn't a full moon you were no match for him. His eyes burned with hurt, and lust? Love? He had this odd sparkle of kindness in his normal sad eyes. In a blur he had his boys pressed against yours against the wall of your fathers library.
"If I am to feel bad about anything. I might as well do this," he muttered softly. His face was only a few inches from yours, to the point you could feel his hot breath on your face. He tucked his head in the crook of your neck "One day K, you will be mine," he murmured in your ear taking your earlobe in his mouth and biting softly before returning to him staring into your soul. Literally. And you could feel your cheeks quickly turning a bright crimson which of course made him smirk. That stupid smirk. But it of course made your insides mush.
He leaned in and you held your breath closing your eyes, you moaned softly against his lips as they claimed yours. The sweet kiss quickly turned rough and you lost your fingers in his long extremely messy black locks. And his hands ran up and down your sides making your knees weak. And he slide them down your back of course slipping them under your ass and lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist and he didn't break the kiss once taking you upstairs into your chambers and he laid you down in your bed. Your face was now completely red. And you couldn't breath. It felt like your heart was gonna explode out of your chest or you were gonna throw up from the butterflies in your stomach. And he laid his large body on top of yours allowing you to wrap your legs around him again and he took this opportunity to grind himself against you. You took this opportunity to slip your hands under his shirt digging your nails in the sweet olive skin between his shoulder blades and he groaned against your mouth biting down on your bottom lip brutally and you felt the blood fill your mouth and he licked it off. You locked your legs around him and raked your nails down his back feeling them become increasingly sticky which made you laugh on the inside cause you knew it was blood and his moans told you to keep going. He finally took a breather pulling back from your lips his eyes now burned with desire. He wanted you and you wanted him. You summoned your raining strength and flipped both of you over so you were on top of him. And you smirked before re-positioning yourself before pulling his t shirt up and you kissed and licked his chest, his soft moans like music to your ears. "Kaylee plea..."
A loud bang downstairs made you jump of course out of your dream, probably Ty being an idiot. Damn it that was a good dream. Even thought you hated him. You sat up rubbing your head, you had the worst headache or hangover ever. You rubbed your eyes your room becoming not a gazed blurred mess. But a clear disaster. It made your jaw drop and your eyes grow to 3 times their normal size. It was a mess. The huge crater in your drywall. Your destroyed dresser laying now as a pile of sticks weaved periodically with clothing. "Jesus Christ," you muttered under your breath. You looked at your clock realizing you were gonna be late for school.
You grabbed a quick shower wiping off yesterday's mess of make up that had slept on your face. Guess we're going for the all natural look today, you shrugged pulling on some black skinny jeans, a light blue t shirt, your favorite leather jacket, and your favorite vans and grabbed your backpack and ran downstairs.
"Ty were gonna be late," you threw over your shoulder seeing him at the dining room table probably hungover as well.
"I'm skipping today. Drive yourself," he said slowly resting his head on his folded arms.
"Drink lots of water. I'll see you later," you patted his back grabbing his car keys that hung by the door and drove to school.
You got there just in time sliding into your seat just as the bell rang. Charlie as always to your right and she gave you a small smile which you returned. "Talk later?"she mouthed Her eyes flickered down to your neck and you followed. It was a locket? The image of the one damon left last night flickered in your mind. But you never remembered putting it on. But you didn't remember most of last night after Lexi was killed.
"Today were gonna be talking about shadow reckoning," your teacher started. "This is a method of measuring the height of the suns shadow. Let's say for example you were wanting to measure the distance from the shadow. Were gonna take this measurement here," you groaned folding your arms on your desk and laying your head on them. "Measure the length," god this woman could go on and on. Luckily this was the one class you were good at and didn't need to pay attention to get good grades. You looked over seeing also doodling which was weird and you frowned seeing Bonnie's head shoot up like a rocket. Guess she must have fallen asleep. But she looked terrified? Like she had just see a ghost. Leo must have looked up as you were staring at them and he waved his hand in your face till you focused back in on him, "you okay?" He mouthed. You shook your head. You could still see exceptionally well. You could see all the stubble prickling his chin and neck. Each hair of his dark eyelashes and eyebrows. And your sense of smell was going crazy. You could smell everyone. Differing their natural scents to the perfume or cologne they weared, what the cafeteria was making for lunch it smell like pizza, even the cleaners in the janitor closets on each of the opposite sides of the school.
"Do you need to leave? Your eyes," he mouthed again. You turned away from any prying eyes blinking a few times before you felt them go back to normal. You watched the clock seeing the Bell was about to ring you jumped up and half ran out of the room to your next class. History. Supposedly we were getting a new teacher.
Your friends followed in a couple minutes after you sitting in your normal seats as the bell rang. "Alrighty," he rubbed his hands together. He seemed nervous. He was tall. But being 5'1 most people were tall to you. He was a decent build, his messy sandy brown hair and partly wrinkled shirt made it seem that he was younger for a teacher. Probably around Jenna's age.
"Let's see, A-L-A-R-I-C S-A-L-T-Z-M-A-N," he wrote on the board in some white chalk. "Alaric Saltzman," he pointed to what he just wrote. "It's a mouthful I know, it doesn't exactly roll off the tongue. Saltzman is of German origins. My family immirgrated here in 1775 from Texas. I however sS born and raised in Boston. Now the name Alaric comes from my very dead great grandfather that I will never be able to thank enough. You'll probably wan't to pronounce it Ala -ric but its a-la-ric ok? So you can call me Ric. I'm your new history teacher," he seemed headstrong but nervous. You knew they were extremely hesitant hiring someone to take Mr. Tanner's place but it was honestly about time. And he was hot.
Stefan's POV
"Rise and shine. You're gonna be late for school," Damon's loud voice echoed through the halls into your room. You jumped awake, you had spent the whole night trying to calm Kaylee. Knowing what something like this did to her. And what laid in waiting inside of her. The more pain she feels. The more she finds out, and the more supernatural beings she's surrounded by the stronger it's going to get. And unfortunately less easy to control. Your room was chilly not that temperature really mattered. Your blanket laid over part of your chest keeping only the part of your body it covered slightly warm. You sat up, "What are you- What are you doing?" you set aside your anger for the night but now it was coming to a head, you hated him. He needed to be dead. He said nothing and extended an arm out to you with a mug sitting in his grip. "Peace offering," he shrugged. You rolled your eyes Damon didn't know peace. He never has. "I saw you disappear last night, I'm assuming to beg Kaylee not to hate you?" you poked getting out of bed and walking over by him. "Is that why you gave her the locket that you got back to her?"
"And from your wounds that haven't healed I'd take it that it didn't go very well?" He offered the cup of coffee to you again, "Come on. You need it for blood circulation," he kinda sloshed the dark drink around. "Alright, I'm sorry." His apologies meant nothing. You knew he felt no remorse. All you wanted to know was why. Why her of all people? It wasn't enough to make your life hell off and on for the last 150 years. He always had to one up himself.
It was like this everytime Damon did something bad and then he just dances around it. He finally moved to the side, "Oh come on. I got the town off our back. It was for the greater good. I'm sorry," and you knew he was smiling that face wide smile at your back. He'd done it since you guys were young. He would think he fixed some sort of issue but he always somehow seemed to make them all worse. He still continued, "And to prove it I'm not gonna feed on a human for at least a week. I'll adopt the Stefan diet but nothing with feathers," yeah right. Did he think you wanted to live this way? Feeding on blood that barely sustained you? That left you with no ability to protect anyone you cared about. You walked back in turning to your dresser, "Cause I realize that killing your closest and oldest friend is evil. And yet somehow worthy of humor," you remarked darkly. You pulled on a long sleeve button up from your shelves. Dark colors had always suited you better. Didn't make you look quite as pale and well dead. "Are you mimicking me?" he questioned clenching his jaw."Yes, Stefan. Now that the secret society of vampire haters is off our back. I can go back to my routine of how can I destroy Stefan's life this week," this was the only thing getting you through this cause honestly you wanted to just stake him. Right here, right now. End his life like he ended hers. Make him feel what he inflicted upon her watch him die slowly in front of his closest friends. That is if he had any left at this point. "And I can go back to sulking and elena longing and forehead brooding. This is fun, I like this," he leaned on your desk watching what you button up your shirt. This was his game it had been his whole life but only amplified as a vampire. "Damon as far as I'm concerned we are no longer brothers. And I would love nothing more than to stake you right now but I'm waiting for you to reveal your diabolical plan as for why you came back," You mimicked one last time. "yeah I'm done," he removed himself from the cherry wood heading for the door. But just as he was about to leave he turned one last time, "This is just like you Damon always have to get the last word in," he pouted and you shook your head. Were you actually like that? "You know no one will forgive you Damon," he froze in your doorway. "Especially not K. You claimed to have loved her in 1864, but did you? You've done nothing but hurt her since you returned. And what has she done? Stuck by you through it all. It's getting stronger inside of her. And it's only a matter of time before it comes out and she remembers everything you did. Your role in her death. That is why you gave her the locket right? You want her to remember don't you? Cause you think oh she forgave me for so much more right? What's one more thing on the list hm? She will hate you Damon. She should have since the day you traded in a girl who would have done absolutely anything for you for one that just used you. Are you happy? Satisfied? You don't love her. Hell i'm not even sure you like her," you glared holes into his back. He finally turned his eyes dark with hatred, "I do love her Stefan. And I hope she does trigger the curse which I'll be happy to fill her in on how to, so she can remember the role you and Charlie played as well. I heard the sweet little story you told her, left out some pretty major parts thought huh? You always play the hero. The good guy. But I think you're more like me and Charlie than you even realize. I hope she does remember, cause she won't just hate me but you two as well."
