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As Damon turned to walk towards the front of the house, I jumped up sitting on the marble counter, "Or," I paused biting my lip, "We could sully the house up a little, you know make up sex in a strange place."
Damon swiveled back around, an eyebrow up, looking from the fridge and back to me, "What else is in that fridge?"
Confused, I tilted my head, "Just the blood bags."
"As much fun as that sounds, I have a much better vision for kitchen sex. Get your stuff," he walked out of the room leaving me to pout for a moment.
Damon pulled my truck out of the garage, while I locked everything up.
Because I'd brought so little with me it took no time to load my stuff into the back of my truck.
As soon as the latch clicked, Damon caged me in with his arms, my back pressed against his chest. He leaned his head down whispering against the shell of my ear, "I have a surprise for you."
Suppressing a shiver, I tried to turn around but his hands moved from the glass and down to my hips rooting me to the spot.
He nipped at my ear before trailing kisses down my neck, I groaned in response before stuttering out, "I - to- told you to quit buy-" protest quickly turned to a hum of pleasure.
Damon's blunt teeth found my pulse point biting down before sucking hard, my mind went blank and my knees buckled.
His hands quickly moved from my hips, wrapping one arm around my waist, holding me upright, essentially pulling me closer to him. There was no question he was having as much fun as I was.
Damon's mouth left my neck with a small pop, his free hand popped the button on my shorts. His index finger swiping over my clit, as his tongue slid back up my neck, "Better keep quiet," he whispered when he reached my ear, "Don't want the neighbors to hear.
I froze momentarily, I'd forgotten we were outside but hastily decided I didn't care, biting down on my lip.
He moved his hand down a little further curling one finger into my pussy, "Would you like me to stop?" He asked before pushing in a second finger.
Where the hell is this coming from? I thought, still trying to keep my moans in check.
The grip around my waist, loosened as Damon's free hand made its way under my shirt, "I could guess your answer based on this," he moved his fingers faster.
I couldn't speak, if I opened my mouth right now the neighbors would think someone was dying.
"I need verbal confirmation Pidge," he all but growled as his hand cupped my breast over my bra, pinching a nipple through the fabric.
"Don't stop," I panted, I was right there teetering on the edge of bliss and he knew it, "please," I begged.
Damon's mouth attacked my neck as his fingers moved faster, his palm providing glorious friction against my clit.
White flashed across my vision as Damon sunk his teeth into my skin. His fingers kept up their vigorous pace as my walls clenched around them.
My knees gave out again, Damon quickly caught me, spinning me around, pressing me against his chest.
Catching my breath, I inhaled deeply and enjoyed the scent of leather, bourbon, and cedar, "I'm sorry," I mumbled quietly.
"I thought I was the one who was supposed to be apologizing," his arms tightened around me, he pressed his lips to the top of my head.
"That wasn't an apology?" A laughed, pulling away and locking on to his dazzling blue eyes.
He laughed and made his way to the passenger door holding it open, "Oh no, that was just me testing a theory," he waved his hand for me to get in.
I was about to protest but noticed my legs still felt a bit wobbly and decided it was probably not the worst idea.
Damon got into the truck, still smiling smugly putting the keys on the ignition.
"What theory?" I asked when we were almost home, "If you get me riled up enough I won't say no?"
He laughed, "No, I've been blissfully aware of that fact since Georgia," he winked as he pulled out onto the road.
I rolled my eyes, "I'm pretty sure I started that, and it also doesn't answer my question, smartass."
"You remember that little bet we had?"
"Yes, and I believe you still have two unused guesses. Unless that was one." I raised my eyebrow questionly.
"I'd like to lie and say it wasn't," his smile grew a little.
"I'll give you partial credit, there was a slight bit of begging in that dream. You don't look too disappointed about being wrong."
"Oh I'm not, for one I enjoy driving you crazy and it gives me a lot of hope for my last guess."
"Well?"
Damon chuckled as he pulled into the driveway, "Oh no, the anticipation will make it all the better."
With one last smile, he was out of the truck, I pulled on the handle stepping out. "So this surprise?" I trailed off getting to the door.
"Oh you're going to love it," he beamed, opening the door.
"I told you to quit buying me things," I protested.
"Well, as we all know I'm terrible at following instructions.
The door swung open and I walked inside, "You're an idiot."
One step in and my back was pressed against the wall, Damon's arms on either side of my head, a mischievous grin on his face.
I smirked back, "Am I supposed to be scared?"
Damon opened his mouth but was cut off by someone coughing in the parlor.
We both turned our heads to find the source, Bonnie and Stefan were standing in the archway looking disgusted.
"I think I'm going to be sick," Bonnie said as she crossed her arms, "You guys are like rabbits, you know that?"
I pushed against Damon, "Get off me."
He pouted but bounced off the wall crossing his arms over his chest and looking at the two, "What are you two even doing here?"
Stefan cleared his throat, "Bonnie stopped by the witch house today and now she's got questions."
I walked the two and down into the parlor, "Questions I'm sure you already have answers to," I said getting comfortable on one of the couches."
"I've been having dreams," Bonnie replied walking over to the opposite couch, "Someone on the other side wanted me to find them."
"Them?"
"I could see the coffins."
This took me by surprise, why? "What else happens in these dreams?"
"All of them disappear shortly after I walk into the room, except for one," she tucked her hair behind her ear staring at me intently.
"It's the big one isn't it?" I groaned.
"Have you opened it?"
"No, I haven't tried to open any of them, I'm dead, not deranged."
Damon stepped down into the parlor with a chuckle, "That's debatable."
"Kettle," I snapped back, earning nothing more than an amused grin. Looking back at Bonnie, I asked, "So what exactly do you need me to do?"
"Help me try and open it, Stefan said brute force isn't an option so it must be magically sealed, between my books and yours maybe we can find something."
"Right now?" I tried and failed not to whine thinking about the giant bathtub waiting for me upstairs.
"Judging by your tone and what you two were going to do right by the front door… No tomorrow morning is fine."
I jumped off the couch, clapping my hands together, "Perfect," I faced Damon, "I believe you promised me a present?" I smirked.
"That I did Pidge," he waved for me to follow him out of the room and up the stairs.
In the hall, I veered towards his bedroom but Damon put his hands on my hips and steered me towards the door on the opposite side of the hall.
He grabbed the handle before I could, "You know how this works, close your eyes."
I gave him an annoyed look before doing just that. The handle turned and I heard the door swing open. Damon's hand lightly pushed on the small of my back ushering me inside.
The room wasn't quite as big as his but the huge windows covered with sheer blue curtains more than made up for it, especially when I noticed the comfortable-looking couch tucked beneath them.
The bookshelves were full, minus a small section. Well known historical and folklore titles jumping out at me. One section devoted entirely to things Isobel once owned. He'd even left an empty set of shelves for the books I had with me.
There was a huge desk with an uncomfortable-looking chair, I laughed a little, he knew I'd never willingly used a desk.
The bed opposite the desk is what made me stop, the gears in my brain shifting from excited to nervous at vampire speed, "Are you kicking me out of your room?" I blurted out.
Damon just laughed leaning on the door frame.
"That's not helping," I snapped, walking over to what I assumed was the closet, opening the door I felt a small bit of relief seeing no clothing inside.
Damon crossed the space between us in three steps. Putting his hands on my shoulder, he gently directed me back towards the bookshelf where a lone picture sat.
"I'd ask how you got this," I started, reaching out and picking the photo up, "But I think I know exactly when Caroline sent it to herself."
"I've spent the better part of this week setting up your own personal hideaway," Damon explained.
I turned around facing him but still focused on the photo. It was taken barely a year ago but it felt like much longer, Damon asleep behind me and me smiling like I'd won the lottery.
Damon lifted my chin, "You have a terrible habit of running away when you're angry."
I bit my lip before saying, "We all have our faults."
He let out a chuckle, "I figured maybe if you had somewhere close by to run, use your juju to lock everyone out and just hide away here." He paused, "I don't like not knowing where you are, regardless of the fact you're indestructible."
"You are the cheesiest person I've ever met, vampire or otherwise," I laughed, quickly setting the picture back on the shelf.
Spinning back around I launched myself at Damon, who expertly caught me. I linked my fingers behind his neck and pressed my lips to his.
"So you like it?" He mumbled against my mouth.
I pulled away slightly, "Why don't you take me across the hall and I can show you just how grateful I am."
I managed to shimmy out of his grip and turned on my heel, stepping towards the door but before I could reach it Damon sped forward, slamming it shut.
In another blurry he was behind me, lips brushing up my neck. The fingers of one hand gripped my hip tightly.
"You know," I murmured, leaning my head to the side, "I'd say someone was feeling a bit predatory but I noticed both the books Caroline's gave me on the shelf."
I smirked as Damon's mouth planted kisses up my neck. It quickly turned to a shudder as he spoke into the shell of my ear, "Figured it was better than under the mattress."
His free hand slipped under my shirt as his fingers skimmed over my stomach, I managed to choke out, "Did you read them?"
"Only the highlighted parts," he nipped my ear as his fingers pinched a nipple through my bra.
"All Caroline," I replied breathlessly.
He chuckled behind me, in a flash I was spun around and my back pressed against the door.
"Mmhmm," he replied as his blue eyes raked over me, pupils blown. Damon's thigh found its way between my legs.
One hand tangled onto my hair, pulling my head back, the other squeezed the sides of my neck.
All rational thought and sarcastic remarks were lost as my hips rolled and I whimpered.
Damon's hands tightened and a rush of wetness went straight to my panties.
He pressed a quick kiss to my lips, "Liar," he smirked, moving his hands.
My disappointment only lasted a second as his fingers moved to the hem of my shirt roughly pulling it over my head.
He attached his mouth to my neck, hungrily kissing down. Pushing my bra over my tits, his thumb rolled my nipples. I let out something between a squeak and a moan as he pinched them.
My fingers threaded through his hair, still grinding against his thigh.
He snapped the front of my bra and pushed the straps off my shoulders.
I was panting as his mouth reached my chest. He slid his hands down over my ribs landing on my hips, encouraging the little movements I was already making.
"Damon!" I moaned out loudly as his teeth tugged at my nipple.
"Yes?" He looked up through his lashes, he didn't wait for an answer kissing his way over to the other side, nipping at that one as well.
I pushed harder against his thigh, so close to bliss.
Damon pulled away, moving his leg, he pulled at my shorts, taking my all but useless panties with them.
He threw them to the side as he stood up, a dirty little grin on his face as he surveyed the mess he'd created.
I tried to catch my breath, part of me wanted to jump on him, the other wanted to see what game he was playing.
"You seem to be a little overdressed," I tried my best to keep my voice steady. I tried to step forward but he was quicker.
I was pushed back against the door one leg hitched over Damon's shoulder. He pressed open mouth kissed on the inside of my leg.
"I seemed to recall something about begging earlier?" He asked in a low voice before biting into my thigh with his blunt teeth.
Damon's fingers traced over my hip, a straggled, "Fuck," tumbled from my lips.
"I'm sorry what was that?"
I could feel him smirk against my skin, his fingers running too softly against my slit.
"Please," I finally gasped.
He was having far too much fun, which became evident to even my frazzled mind.
My fingers tangled in his hair.
"Please what?"
"I don't know!" My hand tightened in his hair, "Touch me, fuck me-"
My moaned pleas were cut off as Damon spread my lips, his mouth latching on to my clit.
My hips rose from the door as he expertly pushed two fingers into my core, rubbing up against all the right places.
Damon's fingers moved faster, his tongue flicking at the sensitive bundle of nerves.
I knew what he wanted but I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, I managed to moan out his name.
"Cum," he growled before sucking my clit back into his mouth.
The tightly wound coil inside me snapped, pleasure bursting from every nerve.
As my high faded Damon scooped me up, dropping me roughly on the bed.
He leaned in kissing me hungrily, a clash of tongues and teeth.
I pulled at his belt, my fingers fumbling with the buckle.
He chuckled pulling away and whipping it off himself, stepping out of his jeans and kicking them to the side.
Damon licked his lips and reached out, grabbing my legs and pulling me to the edge of the bed.
Rubbing his dick through my slick folds only once before thrusting into me, hard.
"Fuck, I missed this," he hissed
He set a quick pace, which I happily spurred on as I dug my heels into his ass.
I saw his muscles start to tense and he gripped my hips tightly. I reached for one of them, guiding it up to my neck.
He took one look into my eyes and did exactly what I was silently asking.
Damon's fingers squeezed just the right spots on the sides. My eyes rolled back, my hips arched, Damon pounded into me harder.
My pussy clamped around him as his grip loosened, sending me to a whole new level of satisfaction.
"Fuck Alexis," he groaned as he spilled inside of me.
He fell forward breathing heavily, nuzzling his face in my neck for a moment.
I pouted a bit when he finally stood up, walking to the bathroom hadn't noticed earlier and coming back with a wet towel.
"So Caroline highlighted all that stuff did she?" As he helped clean me up.
"Hmm?" I hummed, still feeling dizzy.
"You still with me Pidge?" He asked, running his hand through my hair.
"I'm not even sure I know where here, is right now."
He chuckled, pulling me up, wrapping his shirt around me, and carrying me across the hall.
Damon's POV
Reaching over I felt a cold spot in the mattress, of course, she's already awake.
Walking across the hall I peeked inside, she'd definitely been in here judging by the mess of books and papers thrown around.
The library was in a similar state. What was she looking for and how long had she been awake?
A loud crash coming from the other side of the house told me exactly where Alexis was.
"Sorry," she looked up as I walked into the kitchen, pointing to a pan in the sink, "It slipped."
"What are you even doing?" I asked, surveying another mess, "Did you sleep?"
"It's Caroline's birthday," she replied as if that was supposed to explain everything.
I raised my eyebrow, looking around the room again, spotting cupcakes on the counter.
"Did you sleep?" I repeated.
She stopped mid-step, "A couple of hours." Alexis finished making her way to the coffee pot, pouring two cups.
She held one out to me, "I'm having weird dreams."
"What kind of weird dreams?"
"I'm still not sure, flashes of random events." She ran her hand over her face frustrated, "Cate had them too, and either she never figured out how to stop them or it's not in the books I have."
Alexis looked defeated having spent her whole morning looking for answers and coming up empty, "I'm assuming you tried to call her."
"Yep, the number is out of service. I hope Klaus didn't find her…" I watched her eyes go wide, "Klaus…" she whispered, "Maybe he'd know -"
"Absolutely not," I snapped loudly, watching as she jumped, she hadn't been expecting me to yell.
I took a breath, setting my mug down, "You're directly involved in the game of keep away Stefan has going on. What's to stop him from daggering you and holding you as collateral."
"He owes me a favor," she shrugged, "and unless he's pulling the dagger out of Rebekah he doesn't have one. I hid it."
"We can figure something else out. Klaus is already too involved in our lives." I crossed my arms.
She let out a huff, "In case you missed it, I've been through everything I have." She stopped, draining her cup and setting it in the sink.
I could see the wheels in her head-turning, she didn't want to argue about this any more than I did.
"I'll talk to Bonnie," she smiled weakly and started out of the kitchen, kissing me on the cheek before leaving.
Alexis's POV
I spent the ride to the witch house buried in one of Cate's journals looking for anything I'd missed relating to her odd dreams.
Unfortunately, the only times they were mentioned was when she was in ripper, crazy mode and made absolutely no sense.
Bonnie and Stefan were already waiting on us, Damon dropped my books next to Bonnie's and stepped back towards the door.
"I didn't find anything helpful," I said, pointing to the stack, "but a fresh pair of eyes might turn something up. I've been a bit… distracted."
Bonnie coked an eyebrow and shook her head, "I have a few things we can try."
Damon cleared his throat, "I've got some extra blood bags in the car. Stefan and I are going to walk around, make sure we're alone. I'll bring them in when we get back "
I gave him a nod and a thankful smile before looking at Bonnie, "Ready when you are."
It wasn't long before we'd exhausted almost all of Bonnie's spells. Each one seemed to zap an obnoxious amount of energy from both of us.
She slammed her book on the coffin, "Why won't you open!"
"Maybe it's a sign," I shrugged.
A creak from the floorboards above us caused both of us to freeze. I pressed a finger to my lips and stepped silently towards the door, looking back at Bonnie I noticed the coffins were gone. Someone was here.
I heard the footsteps retreat from the house and out onto the front porch. I stepped onto the first stair but Damon flashed in front of me. Silently asking me to stay put before rushing back outside.
I heard the familiar crunch of someone losing a heart and the smell of blood wafted through the house.
Damon was back, his eyes flicked over me, "You okay?"
"Yeah," I replied quietly.
I walked back into the room Bonnie was back to flipping through books. My knees buckled out from under me, "Hey, easy."
I felt sick, my body ached, "I need a-"
The dark basement faded away to nothing.
"This isn't our fight."
I could hear Tia but everything around me was completely black, "Opening that box will have dire consequences… for everyone."
I wasn't in control as I was thrown back to consciousness. My fangs bared, eyes red as I lunged towards Bonnie.
Damon had been quick to react, wrapping his arms around my waist and flashing us outside.
He spun me around one arm still holding me in place while his free hand gripped my jaw forcing me to focus on him, "Stop, breath, relax."
My face returned to normal and I collapsed against him, "I don't know what happened."
His hand ran up and down my back as I gripped his shirt.
"I can't help with this," I mumbled after a few minutes, pulling my head back I looked up at him, "I ca-"
I spotted Stefan step out onto the porch, Bonnie slowly stepped out behind him, I could hear her heartbeat as soon as she'd crossed the threshold.
I broke out of Damon's arm and flashed towards the porch. Stefan pushed Bonnie inside stepping in front of the door. I didn't even teach him before an invisible force threw me back into the yard, the door slamming shut behind Stefan.
I slid a foot across the wet ground on my ass. As I tried to scramble to my feet Stefan blurred off the porch tackling me to the ground, "What did you just do!"
Damon pulled him back giving me time to breathe.
"It should just be me," I said quietly, sitting up.
Stefan glared down at me before turning away and walking back up to the house he slowly opened the door and stepped inside.
Damon scooped me up and for once I didn't fight, "I'm so hungry, Damon."
"I know we're going to fix it," he said quietly, kissing the top of my head.
Once I was in the car Damon pulled a bag out of the back seat handing me two blood bags. Drinking the first one in record time, I already physically felt better.
Damon's hand squeezed my leg, "I'm going to get your stuff. Stay in the car.
I nodded, pulling the top off the second bag and leaning my seat back.
Damon didn't take long, popping the trunk and dropping my books in. He opened the door and looked down into the floorboards.
He dug around in the bag pulling out another pint of O.
I held up my hand and shook my head.
"A starving vampire can drain a whole person. One more and I'll leave you alone."
I snatched the bag out of his hand and nursed it the entire ride home.
Damon didn't follow me upstairs, which I was sort of thankful for. I walked into my room.
Walking over to the bed laying down and closing my eyes, exhausted I fell into an uneasy sleep.
I stood high on steel beams watching Klaus walk across the concrete floor, "Game Over little witch," he called out, "I let you run your little no humanity rampage for over a month now, cleaning up your messes."
I jumped down landing behind him with nothing more than the soft click of my heels hitting the pavement.
I smirked as he spun around, "No one asked you to clean up after me."
"Right as usual, but ponder for just a moment," he closed the space between us, "if the tourists are too scared to visit then who exactly would you eat?"
"Don't pretend you're doing it for my sake, we're still not friends," I huffed, standing as tall as I could, "You need a witch."
I shot up in bed, someone was knocking on the door.
"Come in," I called out, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed holding my head in my hands. I need this to stop.
I looked up at the sound of the door opening, I expected to see Damon but instead, Caroline looked over at me with sad blue eyes.
"Hey," I tilted my head, "Why aren't you at school?"
"I could ask you the same thing," she replied.
Sitting in the crook of her elbow she had a bag from the gas station and was carrying the tray of cupcakes I'd made earlier.
"Damon said they were mine and since we can't get fat I figured we could eat them all," she smiled, walking in and closing the door behind her.
"He called you?" I asked as she sat on the bed.
"No, I called you, like a dozen times. I guess he got irritated and finally answered it." Caroline fiddled with the cupcakes noticing two with different wrappers. "Trying to poison me on my birthday?"
"No, but those two are specifically for you."
"Why?" She asked suspiciously.
"Because I tried something new, it's a treat only a vampire could appreciate," I gave her a huge smile, "It's good I swear."
She picked both up and held one out to me.
"What don't believe me?" I laughed, taking the cupcake.
"Not even a little," she smirked, breaking the cupcake in half, prepared to make a little frosting sandwich. I did the same.
She giggled at the sight in the middle, "Is that like a little blood frosting bomb?"
"It is, I got the idea when we were joking about the blood and ice cream. I just substituted milk with blood."
She took a bite, letting out a little hum. She put her hand in front of her mouth, "I'm a little disturbed at how good that is."
"Right," I chuckled before eating my own.
After a couple more cupcakes and breaking into the cheap chips and cheese dip, Caroline finally spoke up, "Are you okay?"
"No," I replied with a huge sigh, "But it's your birthday and I'm not going to sour the occasion."
"Katherine soured it enough by killing me, besides you know I love trying to fix impossible problems. Consider it your present to me." She beamed up at me.
"The cupcakes were your present," I deadpanned.
"Well they are almost gone and I won't quit nagging you until you talk to me."
I stood up off the bed, "What's to talk about Care? I could have killed Bonnie today, I had no control over myself."
"Damon said you haven't been sleeping," she replied quietly trying to calm me down.
"I don't think the two are related, I'm not sleeping because I'm having nightmares. I went crazy on Bonnie because those bitches on the other side don't want me helping her."
"Helping her?"
"I can't… if Damon didn't tell you then I can't."
"He just said you were helping Bonnie and then went, full angry vampire."
"That's the short version."
Caroline hung out most of the day, trying to keep it as light as possible since both of us weren't in the best place.
She left about the time school let out, slightly worried about facing her mom after ditching.
I walked Caroline out and wandered into the kitchen grabbing a blood bag and taking a sip before I noticed how quiet the house was.
I froze listening, empty. I walked through checking all the frequently used places. Finally stopping in Damon's room, a note and my phone sat on the bed.
Had to have a talk with Stefan, and then, unfortunately, a council meeting. Stay put, please.
"Sorry sweetie," I said out loud.
Klaus's mansion being under construction had been a blessing, our super-powered senses wouldn't be ok with the strong paint fumes.
I snuck in through an open window and quietly made my way downstairs.
"Awful brave of you to come here little witch." Klaus rounded the corner smiling, a glass of bourbon in his hand.
"I'm leaning more towards stupid and short-sighted but sure we can go with brave."
"Well now I'm very curious," he leaned on the wall swirling the amber liquid around in his glass.
I didn't like the smug way he was looking at me, it almost made my skin crawl, "You know what, never mind." I stepped off the stairs and moved towards what I assumed was the exit.
"I'm guessing by your tired appearance, the dreams have started."
I stopped walking and turned back to face him biting my lip, "I need them to stop."
"And why would you think I'd know how to help? Or better yet want to help?"
"I killed your father, I think that entitles me to a few answered questions," I sneered, watching as he was about to argue, "I know you had already promised Stefan his freedom for a completely different task before I asked. You owe me this Klaus."
Klaus sighed heavily before gesturing for me to follow him back up the stairs.
"It's cruel don't you think?" He asked, "Elementals forget everything until you turn and then, plagued with nightmares of a future you can't change."
I didn't say anything as we continued up to the attic. Klaus moved some boxes around before pulling out an ancient-looking wooden box, covered in carvings.
"Cate never found a way to make them stop, I however came across another who did, with the help of this," he pulled out a necklace with a long, thin golden chain at the bottom sat a purple rock the chain seemed to be drilled through it.
"Purple Fluorite, apparently it helps calm a chaotic mind. I can only assume one that's been tampered with as much as yours would be in a bit of chaos."
He held out the necklace and I slowly reached for it, pausing just before my fingers wrapped around the chain, "Is this a trap?"
"You have my word, no harm will come to you or anyone else by means of this necklace."
I took the jewelry looping it around my neck and tucking it under my shirt, "So we're even now."
"Alexis, you and I are damned to this earth longer than most others, I feel like we will be trading favors for quite a while."
"Let's hope not," I said quietly, the pit in my stomach growing as I headed back downstairs and out of the house.
I flashed into the woods heading towards town. I wanted to ask for forgiveness now rather than have Damon hear from a second-hand source that I'd gone to Klaus.
Walking into Founder's Hall I froze realizing what tonight's cover was for the meeting.
Help rebuild Wickery Bridge!
I shook my head and continued my way inside, grabbing a drink from a server. Tilting it back I made a face as I set the glass down, Who orders straight rum.
I stepped into the main room and looked around. Hands settled on my hips and I immediately recognized who was behind me.
"I thought I told you to stay put." He spun me around, his crystal blue eyes scanning over me, "You look… better."
"I feel fine," I bit my lip as the chain around my neck felt ten times heavier, "I went to see Klaus."
I watched as several emotions flashed quickly across his face but was surprised when he landed on one that looked like guilt. "We'll talk about it later."
"I gotta write a check and then we can go," he kissed me on the forehead and turned to walk away.
I quickly reached out grabbing his hand, "Wait."
He turned around raising a questioning eyebrow.
"I'm in a bit of a cling wrap mood-" my explanation was cut off as Damon tugged on my hand leading me down the hall.
"You're not mad?" I asked as we moved the building.
"I'm not thrilled," he sighed.
"Ah, Damon," Mayor Lockwood cheerfully called out smiling.
"Carol," Damon nodded.
"Are you going to be our other big benefactor tonight? Klaus has made a rather generous donation and you know we're just chomping at the bit to start the renovations."
Damon crossed his arms, glaring at Klaus, "You know you're sucking up to an immortal hybrid, the same one if I'm not mistaken that ruined your son's life."
Klaus merely smiled, "Some would say I improved it, what with not having to deal with all that nasty full moon business. I only had to go through it twice myself but I'm very sympathetic."
"Damon," Carol interjected, "Klaus has offered to help Tyler and help protect the town."
Damon's face screwed up in anger, "Him and his hybrids are the ones this town needs protecting from!" He hissed.
"Well since you can't seem to get your brother to get me what I want, I've made a deal, the town council stays out of my business, my hybrids and I protect the town and everybody's happy. Unless of course, your brother decides to keep beheading my friends."
Mayor Lockwood was playing a dangerous game but she showed no fear when she turned to Damon, "You need to get your brother under control before the council needs to step in."
Klaus smirked, "It was nice talking with you Damon," he nodded his head and looked at me, "I didn't expect to see you again so soon, figured you'd be off having a nap." His eyes cut back to Damon.
"Don't be a dick!" I snapped back.
I pulled on Damon's arm and he reluctantly walked away from the group.
"I'm sorry," I said quietly once we'd gotten to the parking lot. I stopped walking and pulled at my hair, "I just…"
Damon turned around and stepped towards me, "Stop," he said calmly. He gently grabbed my wrists bringing my hands down to my sides before interlacing our fingers.
I tilted my heat up and locked eyes with him and unfortunately the word vomit began, "I don't want to see whatever it is I'm seeing. Klaus pretty much confirmed what I think, I already knew."
"These aren't dreams are they?"
I looked past him as a car pulled into the lot, "I think… something happens to you. I don't know what or when but after," I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, "Damon I'm fucking ruthless."
I pulled my hands free but only so I could wrap my arms around him, "When I tell you not to get in the car, please don't get in the fucking car."
One of his arms settled around my waist, his free hand ran up my back, "You're scared?" He mumbled.
"I'm terrified."
He suddenly froze, "What the hell is Stefan doing here?"
I pulled away from him spinning around, "Go, take care of whatever that is, I'll meet you back at the house."
He gave me one last look before rushing back inside.
I started the long walk back to the boarding house, thankful for the quiet.
Unfortunately about halfway home I got a phone call and rushed back into town.
Running up the two steps and into the yellow hallway, "What happened?"
Matt was leaning against the wall opposite Caroline's room, "Tyler bit her. Her mom's in there with her."
I swallowed past the lump in my throat, "Matt… I can't fix this."
I felt a couple of tears roll down my faces as a million more threatened to explode, "Her mom shouldn't be in there, it's going to get really bad."
There was a knock on the door, Liz stepped out into the hall as I spun around.
She walked to the door and when it opened, a too familiar asshole with a British accent stood smirking on the porch.
"You," I growled.
"Alexis," Liz said in her sheriff's voice, "I called him."
She looked back at the original, "You can come in."
He stepped through the door brushing past me on his way down the hall. My phone buzzed in my pocket, pulling it out of my pocket I saw Damon's name flashed across the screen.
I walked out on the porch, nervous about the company inside, "Hello," I said still looking through the front door.
"Where are you?"
"Tyler bit Caroline, Liz called Klaus, so now I'm making sure there's no blood bath."
Damon angrily relayed the game of chicken Stefan decided to play with my sister. "Damon you need to find him before I do because I swear to God I'll kill him."