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Season 2 Episode 3 Bad Moon Rising
"Rise and shine pretty girl."
I rolled over and groaned, very loudly I should add. I hid my face in my pillow, covering my ears with each side. It was Saturday, which meant that I should be sleeping in for my long shift today. Not only that, but I was not in the mood to see Damon at all.
"Come on." Damon said pulling my ankles effortlessly. I clawed at my sheets, trying to stay where I was, but he had pulled me to the edge of the bed and flipped me over before I could even blink.
"Go away." I groaned, covering my eyes with my arm. It was way too bright and the sight of his face was enough to make my anger rise. His little stunt the day before had really messed with my mind. Although I knew he only wanted to kill Caroline for my safety, I also couldn't forget how ruthless he was to do it even when I had begged him not to.
I didn't want Damon to change that was not my goal. However, this whole killing people just for the sake of doing it was really bugging me. I knew Damon killed people and I knew that he sometimes enjoyed doing it. However, I still had to be a little upset about the fact that he tried to kill my friend.
"We are having a meeting." He said prying my arm off my eyes. I threw my other one over it. "And we need everyone there."
He grabbed my other arm and shoved it above my head. He trapped both of my wrists in his chain like grip and leaned forward so our chests were touching. I opened my eyes and gave him a narrowed eyed glare.
"What meeting?" I asked him, squinting in the bright light.
"Stefan and I need to talk to Rick about Isobel's research." He said. I furrowed my brow. If Stefan and Damon were doing this, then why was I even needed? I wasn't a vampire or a super human. I was just a normal human who would probably get in the way.
"And why do I need to be there?" I asked. He huffed.
"Because you are in this whether you want to or not." He replied. "Besides, you have been avoiding me."
"I have not." I said, but I knew that it was a lie. I hadn't returned his calls, or his texts, and I hadn't been expecting him to come by. But he was Damon and had no regard to anyone's privacy or what they wanted.
"I'm not going to apologize." He said bluntly. I hadn't expected an apology, and I knew I wouldn't get one. Damon was Damon, and he wasn't going to change that.
"I don't want one." I replied. "Because you wouldn't mean it."
"No, I wouldn't." Damon said. I sighed. I don't know what I expected. Damon thought that he was right, and I couldn't change that. Damon made a face. I then pushed him off me and moved to my closet. I grabbed a shirt and tossed it on my bed. Some jeans followed and then my converse. I turned and gave Damon and expectant look. He scoffed but still turned around while I got dressed.
"So, what are you looking into Isobel's research for?" I asked as I pulled my shirt over my head. When my head popped out of the hole I saw that he was already turned around, inspecting me. I squealed, pulling my shirt to cover my belly. Damon rolled his eyes.
"We need to find out what the Lockwoods are hiding." Damon replied. "Isobel did extensive research on the supernatural in this town."
"Ah." I replied and began to pull my hair into a ponytail. He stopped me. "Right. It looks better down."
Damon smirked down at me, he then leaned in like he was going to kiss me but I pulled away. I still wasn't over the whole Caroline thing and besides, we weren't together and I shouldn't be kissing him in the first place.
"What?" Damon asked. I shrugged, pulling my hair into a ponytail despite his wishes. He glared.
"I'm not going to kiss you." I said with a shake of my head. Damon narrowed his eyes. "I'm not happy with you right now."
"I don't know what you want me to do!" Damon said. I shrugged. "Seriously, stop shrugging.
"I saw something in you that I didn't like." I said. "I begged you not to kill her and you were still going to do it."
"But I didn't." Damon pointed out. I let out a frustrated breath.
"That's not the point." I tried to explain. But Damon wouldn't understand. "Just forget it."
Damon stared at me and then made an irritated noise himself.
"Come on." He said and started heading out the door.
"I have work." I said. He turned around and smirked at me.
"Already taken care of." He said. I made a face.
"Seriously?" I asked. "You have got to stop compelling my boss."
"What else am I good for?" He said and walked down the hall.
"Killing my friends." I muttered. He grunted in annoyance. Begrudgingly I followed him. Although I would rather be sleeping and eventually getting back to work, I was curious about Isobel's research. Apparently, she had done a lot of research here and an answer to the Lockwoods secret would be nice to know.
Damon closed the door for me, speeding to his side of the car. I didn't say anything when he got in, I just stared out the window. He seemed to notice, for he kept looking at me with an irritated and confused expression. I didn't give into him though.
"Are you going to be mad at me all day?" He asked me. "Because this silent treatment is getting old."
"I'm not mad." I said looking over at him. "I'm just… disappointed."
He went silent then. I knew that being disappointed was worse than mad, he must have known it too. I didn't want Damon to change. I just wanted him to realize that life is needed to be held in higher regard than what he had been doing for the past several years. He drove to the boarding house, Elena and Stefan already inside. I didn't speak to him as we walked inside of the house. Elena looked up and smiled at me, but upon seeing my expression her smile faded. I just waved her off, not wanting to talk about it.
"I called Rick." Stefan said. "He should be here soon."
The brothers started to talk but I blocked them out. I just wanted a day. One day where I wouldn't be trapped in the middle of all of this stuff. They didn't need me for this little mission. They could handle it without me. But I guess in a way it was a good feeling, that they wanted to include me in this. I just really needed to get back to work.
The doorbell finally rang. Stefan sped to the door, opening it to reveal Alaric. He greeted him and my history teacher stepped inside warily.
"Can I get you something to drink? Coffee, bourbon?" Damon offered. "Bourbon in your coffee?"
"Elena mentioned you needed my help." Alaric said, ignoring Damon all together as he stepped into the house.
"Yeah, we were hoping you could help shed some light on the Lockwood family." Stefan said. Alaric's eyebrows furrowed.
"Now, why would I know anything about the Lockwood's?" He asked.
"Well you wouldn't." Damon said leaning over the back of the seat that I sat in. I felt a shiver go up my spine as I felt his breath pool on my neck. He was doing this on purpose.
"But Isobel might." Elena finished for him. "Her research from when you guys were at Duke together."
Alaric looked between all of us. It still had to be painful for him to accept that his wife was not in fact dead. She was undead and had left him for the other life. I couldn't imagine what revisiting the place that they met would bring up old feelings and memories of before.
"Isobel's research here in Mystic Falls rooted in folklores and legends but at the time I thought much of which was fiction." Alaric explained, slowing his speech when he reached the last word.
"Like that amazing vampire story." Damon mused. I rolled my eyes, elbowing him in the chest. It didn't seem to hurt or surprise him, for he began to chuckle. I grimaced to myself.
"Aside from vampires, what else?" Elena asked curiously.
"The lycanthrope." Alaric said almost immediately. I furrowed my brows.
"Wait." I said holding up my hand. "Like… werewolves?"
I had accepted that vampires and witches roam the earth, but werewolves? Was it too far-fetched? Maybe not in Mystic Falls. If there were vampires there very well could be werewolves.
"No way, impossible, way too Lon Chaney." Damon said standing up and walking around the room. I noticed this behavior when he was thinking, he couldn't stand still. He had to be all over the place.
"Is it?" Stefan asked his brother. If vampires and witches existed, how much of a stretch could werewolves really be?
"I've been on this planet one hundred and sixty some odd years, never came across one." Damon replied. "If werewolves exist, where the hell are they?"
No one answered, so Damon looked self-satisfied. Before all of this, I never believed in the supernatural. But the idea of werewolves was plausible to me now, considering I had a friend who was a witch and I've made out with a vampire. Werewolves could actually exist.
"Why do you suspect the Lockwoods?" Alaric asked suddenly, bumping me out of my thoughts.
"Because vervain didn't affect the mayor at Founder's day but the Gilbert device did and it affected his son Tyler." Damon explained.
It would make sense that the Lockwoods were werewolves. Instead of vervain, the herb that would affect them would probably be wolfs bane, unless that was just another tale like vampires and mirrors or garlic. I wondered what Damon would do if he couldn't see his reflection in the mirror. He would probably cry.
"And at the school carnival his uncle Mason exhibited inhuman behavior when he fought with one of the carnival's workers." Stefan continued. "It suggest it's some sort of a supernatural entity."
"We were hoping Isobel's research could help us figure out what it is." Elena said. Alaric looked up at her and had this memorizing look. Now that he knew Isobel was Elena's mother, it was only natural that he would see his wife in her as well. It was actually kind of sad, considering Elena was nothing like her birth mother or father. Elena was Miranda and Grayson's daughter. Not John and Isobel's.
"Well, all her things are still at Duke." Alaric explained. "I mean her office is still there, she's technically still missing."
"Can we get access to it?" Damon asked. Alaric made a face, as if he didn't want to do it. Whether he didn't want to help us or he just didn't want to revisit the past, I wasn't sure. It could have been both, because it was not false that Alaric didn't like Damon. But he might do it for Elena.
"Rick, we need to know what we are dealing with. If this wolf men thing is true, I've seen enough movies to know it's not good." Damon said. Alaric looked up at him. "It means Mason Lockwood is a real life Lon Chaney and that little Tyler punk may just very well be Lon Chaney junior which means Bella Lugosi, meaning me, is totally screwed."
I shivered. The idea of a wolf in town made my skin crawl. It also made me think of all the werewolf and vampire battles I had seen and read about. They were natural enemies, and in all folklore and legend they always sought each other out with the hopes of killing the other. An image of Mason Lockwood with Damon's heart in his claws popped into my mind.
"Please Rick." Elena said. "We really need to look at that research."
Alaric visibly swallowed, but he eventually agreed. Stefan took Elena home to grab some things for our long trip to Duke University. Stefan decided to stay in Mystic Falls, take care of Caroline and make sure she doesn't tear apart the whole town. That meant that the four of us, Elena, Alaric, Damon and I were going to be in a car for a very long time. I didn't know if I was going to enjoy that.
"Hey." I said to Damon, getting his attention. His blue eyes met mine. "Where is my stake?"
Damon smirked, speeding away before my eyes. I blinked, disoriented for a second. Damon returned after that, my wooden stake in his pale fingers. He examined it, flipping it over time and time again. I stood, moving to take it back. However, he held it out of my reach.
"Where did you get this anyway?" He asked, taunting me with it. I tried to reach for it, jumping as well, but he was holding it way above his head and I had no chance of getting it back this way.
"John gave it to me." I replied, hands on my hips. "Can I have it back?"
"After 17 years he finally gave you a birthday present." Damon said eyeing the wood. I swallowed hard. "And it's something to kill your vampire boyfriend with."
"You are not my boyfriend. You made that very clear." I said, poking him in the chest. "Now, give me it back."
"Make me." He challenged. I glared, but he didn't seem like he was going to give it back anytime soon. I then sighed and gripped the front of his shirt. I then pulled him close to me and met my lips with his. He seemed surprised but also very happy that I had taken the bait.
Almost instantly he took his hands and placed them on my waist. I felt the wooden stake being pressed into my side. I released my grip on his shirt and slowly trailed my fingers down his arms. While he was busy trying to force my lips apart I took my chance and grabbed the stake.
Once I had it in my hand I pulled away. He made a face, one that looked so betrayed and disappointed. I shrugged pulling myself from his grip and moving away from him. I looped the stake into my belt loop so I would know where it was.
"That was so messed up." Damon said to me. I turned and shrugged. After that, Alaric took us to Elena's to pick her up. She sat in the front, much to my despair, because that meant I was trapped in the back with Damon.
The ride was quiet for a long while, and I thought that this would all go without incident. However, Damon eventually placed his hand on my knee. I looked down at it, and then back up at him. He was looking out the window, but I could see the edge of his smirk. I decided to ignore him, maybe he would get bored. He did get bored, and eventually his hand started to move up my leg. With quick reflexes I slapped his hand away, causing him to look back at me in surprise.
"What's going on back there?" Alaric asked, sounding like a concerned father. I opened my mouth, but Damon covered it before I could utter a word.
"Nothing." Damon mused. I scoffed, pushing his hand away.
"I'm being assaulted." I told Rick. Elena looked back at us, turning a glare on to Damon.
"I didn't do anything!" Damon replied, Elena stared at him for another second before turning back around in her seat. "You know this whole pretending to hate me thing is getting a little silly."
"I don't think she's pretending." Alaric said, eyeing me in the mirror. "You did try to kill her friend."
"There is a huge asterisk next to that statement." Damon pointed out. "I didn't kill her."
"But you tried." I retorted. Damon huffed like a child, crossing his arms over his chest. I looked him over, his body tense. Although I wanted to make him relax, and any other day I would have loved his small little touches or his playful banter. I just couldn't bring myself to enjoy it at that moment. I had to think everything through, make sure I wasn't making a big mistake.
After another couple hours, we arrived at the university. Alaric parked outside of the hall where Isobel's office was. I climbed out, looking at the magnificent stone building. I never thought much about college, considering I probably wouldn't be able to afford it. But if I did go to school for anything it would be for art, maybe minor in business.
"It's right through here." Alaric said leading us to the entrance. "So Isobel was officially employed by the anthropology department given that most paranormal phenomenon is rooted in folklore."
We walked through the door and then Alaric led us to the right. A young woman stood at some filing cabinets with manila folders in her hand. When we entered she looked up.
"Excuse me, hi." Alaric said. "I'm Alaric Saltzman, I called earlier."
"Yes, of course." The girl said, closing a drawer. "I'm Vanessa Monroe, research assistant comparative folklore."
She then looked Damon up and down, her eyes very flirty and lustful. I resisted the urge to grab ahold of Damon, claim him as my own. But he wasn't mine and I wasn't his. Besides I was supposed to be mad at him. But the more this girl looked at Damon the more my anger at Damon chipped away.
"Uh, let me just grab Isobel's keys." Vanessa said, moving to a desk and opening a drawer. She shuffled around in there until she found what she was looking for.
"These are my friends Elena, Alex, and Damon." Alaric said pointing to us. "I hope this isn't too much of an imposition."
"Oh please, Isobel's office is right through there." Vanessa said, unlocking a door. "Isobel was one of my first professors. I'm a grad student, she was brilliant and one of the reasons I went into folklore. Uh I have to ask, has there been any news?"
"I'm afraid not." Alaric replied. I could hear the sadness in his voice. He had lost his real wife. The woman he loved was gone now, and the evil vampire had taken over.
We followed Vanessa through the door and into Isobel's extravagant office. It was filled to the brim with books and folders filled with different papers. It would take forever to go through all of it. I wondered if we would actually be able to find anything at all.
"I'll grab the light, feel free to look around." Vanessa said. And with that she was gone. I started looking at books. Plenty of vampire books were here, but nothing about werewolves. I continued to shift around, not having much luck.
"Where did she go?" Damon asked. All of us looked over at him. Vanessa had been gone for a little while. It shouldn't take that long.
Suddenly, as if she had read our minds, Vanessa returned. But gone was the kind and sweet demeanored girl we had first encountered. Now, Vanessa stood there with a dangerous looking crossbow in her hands. And the bow was pointed straight at Elena.
Elena's eyes widened and Vanessa let the arrow go. I lunged forward but Damon beat me to it. He threw himself in front of Elena, catching the arrow in his back. He grunted in pain, the arrow going right through his skin.
Alaric grabbed Vanessa, throwing her against the wall. I rushed over to Elena and Damon. I made a face at the sight of the arrow protruding from his back. Elena led him over to a chair, where he leaned over it.
"We have to get it out." Elena said to me. I made a face.
"Just pull it out." Damon said. When neither of us moved he spoke again. "Just pull the damn thing out. It hurts."
Elena braced herself to pull it out but I moved her out of the way. I grabbed the arrow and yanked on it before Damon was ready for it. He howled in pain and I dropped the arrow on the desk in front of him.
"Ok." Damon hissed. "I might have deserved that."
"Maybe." I repeated sinisterly. Elena sighed, having enough of the tension between me and Damon. Both of us were growing immensely irritated at one another.
"That bitch is dead." Damon said picking up the arrow and looking at his blood.
"You're not gonna kill her." Elena warned. Damon leaned forward, annoyance in his eyes.
"Watch me." Damon said, pushing past her.
"You touch her and I swear I will never speak to you again." Elena threatened. Damon chuckled.
"What makes you think that has any power over me?" Damon asked. Elena looked down defeated but then she looked over at me. My eyes widened.
"Tell him that he can't kill her." Elena said. Damon met my gaze and looked at me expectantly. Usually, I would have told him that he couldn't kill her, that her life was too important.
"Why?" I asked Elena. I then looked to Damon. "He doesn't listen to me anyway."
"Will you just let it go?" Damon shouted. I made a face and the room fell silent. Damon made an angry noise and walked out of the room. Elena walked over to me, squeezing my shoulder. I met her gaze and forced a smile. She then walked out of the room, following Damon's lead.
I swallowed, wanting nothing more than to throw something at the wall. Why did I let myself get into this? I had been so dead set on getting involved with Damon, I didn't think about the consequences. I knew Damon would never hurt me physically, not anymore, but emotionally he could do just that. The longer he strung me along the more bruises to the heart I took. The more he threatened my friends the more stab wounds my heart received. Why did I put myself through this? If I was smart I would have left him alone a long time ago. But I wasn't smart, and I couldn't stay away.
Isobel, she had said that he loved me. Although, he never agreed or denied it I wasn't sure if she was right. If he loved me wouldn't he be fighting to be with me instead of giving me all of these mixed signals?
The group entered the room before I could utter another thought. Vanessa smiled apologetically at me, but I ignore it. I looked right at Damon who met my gaze and then looked away. I felt my heart sink.
"Alright." Vanessa said, clapping her hands. "Let's get started."
I looked through every nook and cranny of Isobel's office. Nothing about the Lockwoods being werewolves was anywhere in sight. I read through articles, books, newspaper entries, journals, nothing related to the two were ever pieced together.
"This box checks Katherine's arrival to Mystic Falls in April 1864." Vanessa said, plopping the box down on a desk. Elena and I flocked to the box, looking through it.
"Is that all there is about her?" Elena asked.
"All that I'm aware of." Vanessa replied. In the box were all types of vampire memorabilia. Pictures of Katherine and letters written by her were all in this box. There was some dried vervain as well. Elena picked up a piece and handed it to Vanessa.
"Here, take this." Elena said. Vanessa took it, observing the plant.
"Does vervain really work?" Vanessa asked.
"Nope." Damon called from the other room. "Not at all."
Vanessa seemed intrigued by the fact that Damon could hear them. She looked over her shoulder, staring much too long for my liking. She looked back to Elena.
"Can he hear us?" Vanessa asked. I rolled my eyes. Of course he could hear us, he's a vampire for God sakes.
"No, that would be creepy." Damon replied.
"Can he read minds too?" Vanessa joked.
"You know, if you want to see me naked, all you have to do is ask." Damon said looking at Vanessa. But his comment was more directed toward me. Not the actual phrase, but more the idea of him and Vanessa together. He was trying to make me jealous, and honestly, it was working.
"I'm going to look over here." I said plopping down a book. I went over to another box and started rifling through it. However, I wasn't focused on its contents. I was more just trying to get my anger out.
Once I had shuffled through the box, I pushed it across the room into a corner. I huffed to myself, crossing my arms over my chest. There was nothing here that was leading us any closer to the Lockwood secret or why in the hell Elena looked like Katherine. I tried to run a hand through my hair, but I remembered I had a pony tail on top of my head. Angrily, I pulled the hair tie from my hair, letting it fall down my back.
"I told you that you should have kept it down."
I looked up at where Damon stood. I glared up at him. He offered a hand down to me, but I ignored it pulling myself up. I then walked past him and into the room connected to Isobel's office. I started pushing through the shelves, attempting to busy myself and my mind. It didn't work too well.
"So now you have gone from complaining to complete silence." Damon commented. "What are we five?"
"I'm working." I said picking up a book. I started skimming, not finding anything of use. I shoved it back into the shelf.
"You're adorable when you are jealous." Damon said. I whipped around to see him smirking at me. I narrowed my eyes and set my jaw.
"Why would I be jealous?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. He rolled his eyes.
"She hasn't taken her eyes off me since we got here." Damon said taking a few steps forward. "Isn't it driving you crazy?"
"Nope." I lied, popping the p. Damon gave me a disbelieving look, continuing his walk across the room over to me. I stood my ground, not moving away like I was sure I should have done. When he was standing inches away from me I looked up into his eyes. I didn't want to fight anymore. Fighting with him always got us nowhere. But should I push aside all I held dear just to be happy with him? Could I lose myself just to make sure he didn't lose himself?
"I can see that wall of hatred chipping away." Damon said to me. I sighed stepping forward one step. I then let my finger play with the buttons of his shirt.
"I don't hate you." I admitted, looking up into his eyes. "I don't think I ever could."
"Even if I banged Vanessa?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow. I smacked him in the gut, although I think I hurt myself more than I hurt him. "The only girl in this room I want to go to bed with is you."
I met his gaze and wanted nothing more than to throw myself into his arms. I wanted to kiss him until the sun went down and even then I probably wouldn't stop. I wanted to be with him, be vulnerable. But then I remembered the sight of him almost stabbing a stake through Caroline's heart. Would I ever be able to forget that? Or would it haunt me until my dying day? I hoped the former.
"You're still upset with me." Damon concluded. I hesitated, but slowly nodded. He sighed, stepping away and leaning against a table. I felt empty the further he got away from me, wanting nothing more than to close that distance. But, I resisted.
"What do I have to do?" Damon asked me, sounding very beaten down and depressed. I licked my suddenly dry lips. What did he have to do? What could he do? The damage was done, I wasn't sure what he could have done to make me feel better about this. But then I realized, maybe this wasn't his problem to fix. Maybe it was mine.
"I just need time." I said. "I need to… think things through."
"And by that you mean that you are rethinking… me." He trailed off. I blinked a few times. Maybe Damon and I just weren't compatible. Maybe we just didn't work together. But the thought of losing him made my heart ache.
"You just had your heart broken." I said. "I'm not ready for you to break mine."
Damon opened his mouth, but then he shut it. He looked down at the floor, balling his hands into fists. I didn't want to upset him that was the last thing I wanted to do. But I needed time to think, time to breathe. Was this what I wanted? Was I really ready for this? I wasn't even sure if he was ready.
"Fine." Damon said walking out of the room. I sighed, wanting so bad to stop him and make him come back. But this would be for the best. This was what I needed.
"Hey guys, check this out."
The group of us walked over to where Alaric and Vanessa were searching. I kept my distance away from Damon, just as to make nothing awkward or harder. He hadn't looked at me since, and I was beginning to regret my decision.
"There's no record of werewolf mythology in Mystic Falls, but here are some records of some of the lesser known legends. Everything from Scandinavian skin-walkers to the Maréchal de Retz." She said.
She then handed us a book with ancient drawings.
"The curse of the sun and the moon." Vanessa said.
"It's Native American." Alaric said, looking at the words printed across the pages. It looked much too complicated for me to understand.
"Aztec. It explains one origin of the werewolf curse traced through Virginia. The short story: 600 years ago, the Aztecs were plagued by werewolves and vampires. They terrorized the countryside, made farming and hunting impossible until an Aztec shaman cursed them, making vampires slaves to the sun and werewolves servants of the moon. As a result, vampires could only prowl at night and werewolves could only turn on a full moon. When the full moon crests in the sky, who's ever unlucky enough to fall under the werewolf curse turns into a wolf."
I immediately thought of Mr. Tanner's book. He talked about on the full moon, a hiker's friend had been torn to pieces by a werewolf. At the time, I hadn't thought much of it. Maybe Mr. Tanner taught me something after all.
"Werewolves will attack humans but instinct and centuries of rivalry have hardwired them to hunt their prey of choice: vampires." Vanessa explained.
"Well, if werewolves were hunting vampires, I would know about it." Damon replied, unworried that these creatures could go after him.
"Not if there aren't that many werewolves left alive." Vanessa countered. "Hundreds of years ago, vampires hunted them almost to extinction."
"Why would they do that?" Elena asked. Vanessa looked at her gravely.
"To protect themselves." Vanessa said. "Legend has it that a werewolf bite is fatal to vampires."
My eyes snapped to Damon, who now was looking worried. If the Lockwoods were werewolves that meant that they could be more of a danger than we originally thought. He stood up straight, walking away. I felt the urge to follow him, but I didn't.
We continued to look through Isobel's office, Elena now focusing on Katherine and why she looked like her. There wasn't much on her that we didn't already know. According to legend, doppelgangers torment the person they look like, trying to tear apart their life. I could see Elena's demeanor change after we learned that. Katherine was already messing with Elena's life, so this wasn't unknown. But we needed to find a reason why and how to stop her.
I guess the only solution was that Katherine needed to die.
We finally packed up and walked back to the car. It didn't escape my notice that Damon was talking to Elena before we got inside the car. He gave her a book, but I ignored it and got in the back seat. Elena slid in next to me, and Damon sat in the front. We were all silent, waiting for Rick to get back in the car.
He slid into the drivers seat and we made our way back to Mystic Falls. It was dark and I felt my eyelids begin to droop. I didn't know how long I slept before we stopped outside of my house. I groaned, not wanting to wake up. I was about to open the door, but it was pulled open for me. I looked up and saw an emotionless Damon standing there.
He picked me up, letting my head fall onto his shoulder. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms. He walked me up to the door, knocking. My mom got up to the door and greeted us. She let him in, letting him carry me to my bedroom. He set me down, pulling the covers over my body. I snuggled into my blankets wanting so bad to fall asleep.
"Damon." I murmured. My eyes didn't open, but I heard him stop. "I'm sorry."
I heard him shift, and I opened my eyes. He looked down at me, face blank. I waited forever for anything, but he said nothing. He didn't even nod. He just turned and walked out of my room. I felt a small tear fall down my cheek and fell onto my pillow.