A/N; Hello! I feel like it's been a little while since I've updated so here it is. The last chapter was a Lil boring, but this one is loads better and next chapter should be just as fun, things will heat up..Soon. Before you read it first let me tell you that this was the only way that I could think of that'd keep Damon away from Caroline and Nova from killing Damon. Because the way I wrote Nova it was either this or Damon died, and we don't want that do we?
Nova's very sacrificial, it's what she and Bonnie have in common, they'd do everything in their power to protect the people they love, and while Nova likes Damon, she doesn't really know him. But she grew up with Caroline and she'd do anything to protect the people she's grown to love fiercely. Nova's never had a ton of people she's loved in her old life and I felt it was important to show that now that she does, she'll go to extreme lengths to keep them.
I wanted to edit this like one hundred more times before I updated but I felt like you guys deserved a chapter after the last sort of blah chapter that I wrote with a headache.
The only thing I'm nervous about is if I have Damon in character, it would be easier if it was Elena or Stefan or anyone but Nova that he was interacting with because season one Damon has no emotions. But he can't hurt Nova because of the promise he made to Emily if he does hurt her, he thinks he won't get Katherine back, so he tries to intimidate her, that doesn't work on Nova because she's not afraid and very much prepared for him.
Anyway, I hope you Enjoy! Comment, fav, follow, whatever. My Polyvore is randomfashionsxoxo if you want to check out Nova's style.
She's sprawled out on the grass, her head tilted up to the night sky, waiting for the elusive comet when she can feel someone lay next to her, invading her space slightly, probably to make her feel uncomfortable.
Honestly, it just made her want to cuddle; she hasn't had a good cuddle in at least two days, the shame.
"Did you see the comet the last time it appeared?" Nova asked curiously, looking at the vampire from the corner of her eye.
"I was a little busy back then." Damon replied nonchalantly.
She's pretty sure he's talking about the fact he and his brother were killed by his father while trying to help a captured Katherine, oops, she forgot. Cue internal cringe.
Before she could say anything more stupid; the comet appeared.
The half-moon is beautiful, she could see more stars than she could see in the city in her old life, and when the comet passes, it's a picture perfect moment; there's an undeniable rush of power that washes over her when it passes, her fingers dig into earth as she relishes in the Magic that she can feel in the air, it hums all around her, she feels drunk on it, she hummed in content.
But Damon being, well, Damon, had to ruin her buzz. "...That's it, that's what everyone in this pathetic town has been yapping none stop about?" Damon complained from the right side of her.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Don't kill him, cannot kill him, it'd also be ill advised to punch his stupidly attractive face. "I don't know about other people, but I wanted to see it because I'm a witch, these kinds of events are a big thing in our community, and then I'm a little bit of an astrology nerd," Nova explained after she calmed down.
"So, are you going to tell me what you need a witch for?" She asked before he could respond, not moving from her spot, not even when he leaned on his elbows on each side her, his body caging her in.
She kept her eyes on his blue eyes, the only thing that keeps her from tensing is the fact she can feel her Magic waiting to be called on; and the tentative fact she knows her won't kill her.
He made a promise to protect Emily's line and in return, she'd save Katherine and so far he's kept it, despite the mild threats he's made. He has no idea Katherine's not in the tomb and there's the fact he needs her to even open the damn thing and if he kills her, no Witch left in town would help him, they'd be more likely to kill him.
"Name your price," Damon whispered his face centimeters apart from her own. "I only want three things from you," Nova replied with a small smile before continuing when he tilted his head, silently telling her to continue.
"One, don't touch anyone I care about, that includes not being caught in the crossfire of any pissing match you and your brother might have, two, I want to get paid, in cash at the end of this," She ticked off, he didn't show much outward response to the things she listed, just a small twitch of the lips at the second thing.
"And the third thing?" He murmured against her lips, his eyes not leaving hers.
Nova despite nothing more than to hide in her room for the rest of her life, remained calm. She sometimes surprises herself with how calm she's been taking things.
"I'm a Seer," She confessed tentatively to an impassive Damon, "What that means is that sometimes I'll see things, past, present, future, sometimes I'll have a Vision that I cannot share with anyone, it's one of the many downfalls of being a Servant to Nature, but one day I might tell you something, something that hasn't happened yet but will, you don't have to take my advice, but at least listen to what I have to say before you act."
Nova is taking a calculated risk telling him this, it could go either way; he could threaten to kill her if she didn't spill everything she knew, he could take her knowledge as a threat and snap her neck.
She's willing to take the risk because her being a Seer, it isn't something she can hide, at least not for long.
She can hide the fact she has knowledge beyond her Seer abilities, that's easier considering not a lot of people are aware of Supernatural Beings, let alone other universes that show you other universes as a television show of all things.
But hiding this from Damon would only make their tentative relationship sour when he found out, and he would find out, secrets never stay that way for long, and when he found out he'd never trust her again.
That's what she want's out of all of this, his trust.
In the show, Damon was the one who did most of the dirty work that no one wanted to do, but that had to be done. Bonnie had been right behind him, making decisions that no teenage girl should have to make.
She has no control over what Bonnie does and doesn't, but she can help lessen the burden.
Having Damon on her side and working with her, trusting her, will help her immensely when everything begins to heat up.
Opening the tomb is what sets off everything and she can't stop that without dire consequences.
"Why on earth would I trust anything that comes out of that pretty mouth of yours?" Damon questioned still caging her in, his eyes flashing dangerously.
Despite the fact he's trying to intimidate her, maybe even contemplating killing her, what he said just made her smile slightly dreamily, which confused him even more than he was before.
"You think my mouth is pretty?" Nova replied genuinely flattered. "You don't have to trust me, just like I don't trust you not to hurt anyone I love, that's why we're going make a deal sealed by magic." She said before he could respond to her minor fan girl moment.
Damon raised a brow, which made her flush slightly, no one should look that good just raising a fucking eyebrow. "And how do I know you're not going to try to trick me with this so call deal sealed by magic?" Damon questioned while his hand moved over her bare thigh, moving lightly over her rib cage under her blouse before settling firmly on the back of her neck.
His grip isn't suffocating, but it's still firm in warning that if he doesn't like what she has to say he'll snap her neck; the move is as threatening as it is seductive.
Nova kept still as she could, but shifted her feet slightly, what, they fell asleep. "I can't, it's not possible, once the deal is sealed by magic neither of us can betray the terms, we'll both die if we do," She eyes his tense hand slightly warily but continued calmly.
"There's a reason why not a lot of people mess with this type of magic, for one it can't be broken without both of our consent, I call on my magic to make the deal, but it's not my magic sealing the deal, Nature does that, therefore it'll be Nature's punishment if we go out the guidelines of the deal." She explained she could tell Damon is listening to her heartbeat to see if she's lying, her heartbeat is calm.
Nova herself is not sure how she's remaining calm, maybe she's less sane than she thought, which hadn't been much in the first place.
"...So, are you going to tell me what you want or are we just going to lay here?" Nova asked after a moment; she's fine with either, as long as he doesn't try to kill her.
Try, being the key word, she might not be able to take an Original Vampire on but she could easily take down someone as young as the Salvatores.
"You've got yourself a deal, but-" Damon's eyes grew stormy and his grip got slightly tighter, the hold strong enough to make her grimace in slight discomfort. "If this is a trick or some plan to kill me, I'll drain every ounce of blood in your body, witchy deal be damned."
Nova gasped slightly as he let go, rubbing her neck, she started grinning as she processed his words.
"Kinky," Nova responded winking at the bewildered vampire, still grinning at the death threat.
She has more than a couple loose screws, always had to be honest; her dying and coming back in another universe probably didn't help things. His threat didn't concern her, her nightmares scare her more than her does to be brutally honest.
Nova pushed him off her, she know's she doesn't have the physical strength to do it, so she doesn't even try to put any muscle into the shove. Damon, with a raised brow, got off of her and sat cross legged in front of her as she sat up on her knees, she internally cursed her choice to wear a mini skirt.
She silently waited for him to tell her why he needs a Witch;
she knows that he wants inside the tomb, but it'd be better if he was the one to verbalize that and not her.
He takes a moment, clearly thinking about how much he wanted to tell her, before he spoke up, his eyes unwavering on her.
"There's a tomb, and I need a witch to get into it,"
He doesn't elaborate on it, making her continue to stare at him silently.
Damon huffed with a tense jaw, probably wondering why he agreed to do this. "Before I was turned, I asked a witch, your ancestor, in fact, to protect someone who was in danger and in return I'd protect her lineage," He confesses reluctantly, eyeing her lack of reaction before resuming. "There's a tomb...and the person who's blood turned me has been inside the tomb since I was turned, I need a witch to open said tomb."
Nova nodded, she's not surprised he left out so much, she's actually more surprised he actually told her that much.
He cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably, he clearly didn't like feeling even a little bit of vulnerable, in front of anyone; so she's not surprised when he pulled his mask back on, visibly rebuilding his emotional walls, soon his faint smirk fell back in place.
"So how are we doing this, do you need a lamb to sacrifice, or do you prefer using rabbit?" He said with a smirk.
Nova is starting to see why people always roll their eyes at her when she's being a smart ass, she manages to control herself from doing the same by holding out her hands.
"We basically hold hands while I sing kumbaya," Nova said to the vampire, he took her hands with an amused snort.
"First, we say the terms we each agree too, like me opening the tomb for you, you not killing or harming anyone I love, and then I..chant some very vague stuff in Latin." She explained, properly this time.
"Ready?"
"Whenever you are, Willow."
This deal is part one of her 'grand' plan; Nova had found the spell in one of her ancestor's Grimoire, it's archaic and hasn't been used much in the Supernatural community since the early 1600's.
She tweaked it enough to make it less binding, instead of a one sided oath, it's more of a deal that can only be broken by mutual agreement. She should be using their blood as a binding agent but she has vervain in her system, it wouldn't be a good mix with his vampire blood, it could make the spell a dud and dealing with a spell gone wrong is the last thing she needs on her plate.
She'll have to give more magic to invoke the deal before leaving the rest to Nature. Nova's lucky she can still feel the lingering Magic of the comet that's still in the sky.
"I, Nova Amelia Bennett, swear on my life, that I will help Damon Salvatore open the tomb he desires to open and not kill him while our deal is still valid."
He probably wasn't expecting her to add the whole not killing him, he didn't ask for it, but she feels like it was only the polite thing to do.
"I, Damon Salvatore, swear on my undead life, I will not kill or harm Nova Amelia Bennett or anyone she cares for while our deal is still valid."
With that having been said; she closed her eyes and ignoring his stare, she focuses on the Magic within her and started to chant;
"Invoco genetrix Natura,"
The wind turned sharper as she called on Nature, the air is thick with Magic making the vampire shift uneasily, their hands still joined. "Adiuro nostris sermonibus ea cum animabus nostris, et me solum facere multum a rumpitur pactum."
Magic is in the air and not all of it is hers, it grabbed hold of them both, as though it was touching their very soul, making them both shift in slight discomfort, before it receded as quickly as it arrived.
The spell was successful, she could tell, but it took a lot out of her, maybe she shouldn't have put so much Magic into it.
Maybe it was the fact this was her first real big spell or the fact she tweaked the spell too little or maybe too much.
It was most definitely the fact she didn't use their blood as a binding agent on a spell that hadn't been done in centuries.
Either way, she fainted after the spell had been finished, something cushioning her before her head hit the earth.
Well fuck, she thought before her eyes rolled back.
Sunlight hit her face, annoying her as she was having a really nice dream for the first time in months, maybe even years. Something tickled her nose, her nose twitched, she turned over on her bed holding her pillow tight.
But she only has one window in her room and that's not very close to her bed, and when was the last time her bed was so firm and smelled like men's cologne, Nova thought in confusion.
Her mind overriding even when she's attempting to go back to sleep.
She doesn't remember even going to bed, in fact, the last thing she remembers is doing a spell with someone, she thinks it was a Salvatore.
Her thoughts froze as something poked her cheek, a finger, while her pillow talked. "I know you're awake.." Damon singsonged.
"Sh..pillows aren't supposed to talk." She muttered, not opening her eyes, attempting to go back to sleep.
"Well, this pillow is going to throw you off if you don't wake up in ten seconds."
Nova huffed before opening her eyes, Damon's amused eyes are the first thing she meets before she looked around, she's still in her backyard, the sun is shining, so she must have been passed out all night - wait - "Fuck." She cursed before slamming her head on the ground next to Damon's head.
"What, did you forget to feed your cat?" Damon jokes making her startle and get off the vampire she had apparently been using as a pillow all night.
"Double fuck, my poor cat!"
Damon eyed her incredulously, leaning on his elbows. "I was joking, you really have a cat, could you be even more of a cliche, what's next a flying broom?"
Nova ignored that remark to pull a few strands of grass out of her disheveled hair, before turning to the vampire who had been checking out her bare legs. "Can you hear a human's heartbeat in my house?" Nova asked in a slight rush she does not want to walk in the house and find her father there; he'd think she was out all night, and he still harbored the naive delusions of both of his daughters being virgins.
If her sister and Grams had been here she'd know already. Because she'd be grounded for life, Grams is the only adult in town she'll listen to, mainly because she's afraid of her and Nova respects her too much to not listen to the elder Witch.
He looked like he was going to protest at being used as a listening device, but she shot him the look she uses to people that have pissed her off to make him shut up, it worked, surprisingly.
He tilts his head, listening inside the home, after a moment he shook his head. "Nope, no human heartbeat ticking in that house." He replied, eyeing her expression curiously.
Nova's eyes flashed with disappointment for a moment before it went away, she's not surprised her father wasn't there, just disappointed. She hurried to the house's back door, picking up her discarded tote bag and flats on the way.
She feels a rush of air as Damon used his vampire speed to appear behind her, which she ignores to grab the house key out of her tote, she finds it after a few frustrating moments.
As soon she has the door unlocked, she rushes in; the door leads her to the kitchen, and the first thing she sees is her Familiar, sitting by his empty bowl, his jade eyed stare judging her.
She got down on her knees, ignoring the vampire that's leaning in the doorway, kicking the invisible barrier that won't allow him in without being invited.
"Listen, Merlin, sweetie, I am so very sorry, I will never forget about you again, please forgive me." She pleaded with the animal, making the vampire in her doorway snort and roll his eyes at her dramatics.
"It's just a pet, you feed it, you clean it, and then you bury it when they die inevitably of old age," Damon remarked callously, making her shoot him a glare over her shoulder before looking back to her Familiar.
"Don't listen to the mean vampire, Merlin, he doesn't know about our bond." She whispered to the feline, her cat stared for a moment longer before moving away from the bowl, relaxing next to it instead.
Nova sighed in relief and raised off the floor to grab the cat food out of the bottom oak wood cabinet. "Oh, right, you can come in, Damon," Nova says absently while pouring the cat food in one bowl and milk in the other.
Damon entered the home, slightly startled at how easy it was to get invited into the home but trying not to let it show as he shut the back door behind him.
"I'd offer you something to drink but we don't have any blood bags in the house and mine is currently filled with vervain," Nova commented nonchalantly, washing her hands in the kitchen sink, she turned once her hand were dry, slightly startled to see the vampire right behind her, he cornered her into the counter.
"You're not being very judgemental, I thought that was witch thing," He stated with a curious frown.
"No, that's just closed minded people being closed minded, but you do come off as the kind of person that likes making people hate him for shits and giggles," She said with a frown.
"Very true," He nodded in unapologetic agreement, she smiled slightly, he still doesn't move from his position.
"Could you please move? I have a cheerleading practice to go to or a certain blonde will murder me in my sleep." Nova told him with a slightly real fear in her voice, he granted her request with a raised brow.
Nova ran up the stairs to her room, she could hear him following her but paid no mind to it. She rushed into her room and dug in her wardrobe, pulling out her gym clothes and a duffle bag that she started to stuff thing into.
"Whoa, nice place," Damon said eyeing the painted walls, coming into her domain without asking.
"Thanks…" Nova replied absently throwing clothes, shoes, jewelry etc, into the bag.
"Nice painting,"
"Thank-" She started to say before turning to the snooping Vampire who's holding her unfinished portrait of the Vampiric side of The Salvatore brother's, he turned the canvas towards her, holding it up to his face.
"The resemblance is uncanny." He said with a wiggle of his brows while flashing her what she calls 'Vampiric side' and what other's call their true face, their Demonic side.
While he was probably aiming for fear or loathing, it just made her morbid curiosity kick in as she came closer. "...Cool.." She spoke after a long moment of silence before going back to packing her gym bag.
'Cool' Damon mouthed behind her back, his face scrunched in confusion while placing the canvas back on its easel. He remained silent as he snooped through her things until he looked in her closet and found her favorite 'Rolling Stones Tour' tee-shirt.
"Rolling Stones, nice, do you even know who they are?" Damon asked pulling the shirt out of her closet.
She walked over to him and snatched the shirt back with a huff, slightly offended, she takes her music seriously, she isn't going to buy a shirt from a band to look 'cool' or 'in' or whatever the kids are calling it these days.
"Yes, in fact, I do know who they are," She said while hanging the shirt back up and into her closet. Damon, however, was skeptical and it showed on his face, so she continued with a look of mild frustrated.
"My favorite songs by them are Beast of Burden, Brown Sugar, Gimme Shelter and Sympathy for the Devil, not necessarily in that order. Now, can you leave my room so I can change?" He clearly doesn't like her tone, or the fact her question sounded more like an order, but she can't help it, she's grumpy; she hasn't eaten, showered, or had coffee and she's late for cheerleading.
She has time for none of her favorite things to do in the morning.
She's never slept so late in this life, it's sort of odd, but she's just going to blame it on the fact she passed out from Magical exhaustion, which hasn't happened to her before.
Damon doesn't leave the room, doesn't even avert his eyes, probably to piss her off, or embarrass her, it would have worked in her old life; but she lost her shyness of exposing her skin somewhere around the time she had skinny dipped in front of a group of twenty drunk teenagers and all the times she's had to change in front of loudly judgemental cheerleaders in the locker room.
She's slightly frustrated and hasn't coffee, a very bad combo, so she did the reasonable thing and not taking her eyes off him; she started stripping.
Her jewelry was thrown on the nearby vanity, next came her mini skirt, which pooled around her ankles before she kicked it away, her shirt came next which was thrown at the vampire's face, who caught it with a raised brow, still not taking his eyes off her, it wasn't very suggestive, nor was it teasing; it was just her being passive aggressive.
The only reaction she got is a raised brow; until she unhooks her bra, that gets her the startled look she had been aiming for.
He got a good look at her bare breasts while she pulled on her black drawstring shorts and after taking a long while to tie its strings into a bow, she grabbed her sports bra that's hanging on the top of her wardrobe and pulled it over her head.
She pulled her socks and shoes silently before walking up to the still recovering vampire. "Shows over, you're driving me to practice." Nova ordered with a grin before walking out the room, gym bag in hand.
She filled a bottle with some water, grabbed a bottle of Starbucks cold coffee, some chips, and some peppermints from the living rooms candy dish before leaving the house, the living room left opened for Merlin to leave at his leisure.
Once they're both in Damon's car- that had been parked right behind her own, really she can't believe how she didn't fucking notice that- he started driving her towards the high school, by then he had regained his cool. "Why am I driving you, don't you have a car?" Damon questioned, his eyes flickering towards her.
She's currently devouring the small bag of chips and granola bar.
"Because I still feel like shit after doing that spell, I've never fainted doing a spell before and I don't want to die by car crash," Nova explained, slowly, as though talking to a child, making him glare at her. "Eyes on the road, Spike."
"Why did you faint, by the way, you're not a mediocre witch or something are you, because I'm not paying for someone who's going to faint dead after doing a little spell," Damon asked after he got finished sulking for a moment.
Nova licked her fingers as she finished the Dorito's, shrugging at his question."I don't know, it could have been the fact I didn't have everything I needed for the spell or the fact I tweaked a spell that hasn't been used much in the witch community in centuries." She said mostly to herself before drinking the iced coffee as quickly as possible.
"That wasn't reckless, I feel so comforted by knowing that I could have ended up dropping dead last night because you decided to 'tweak' a spell," Damon replied scornfully, using the quotations at a red light.
That sounded like something she would say, she lets it go to focus on the part where he called her mediocre, "I'm not mediocre, I'm a Bennett witch, we don't do mediocre." Nova responded with a slightly cocky grin.
Damon parked next to the dozen or so of cheerleaders, "Good, hope you have fun." Damon replies insincerely, she just smirks at him. "I'm going to a cheerleading practice where they'll be girls in short shorts and sports bras, and right next to us the football team will be practicing, this is my bisexual heaven," Nova replied making him smirk back.
"I think I might just like you." He said tapping
"I feel so special." Nova shot back.
"Before you go, I just want you to know, this deal? It stays between us, got it?" Damon ordered more than asked.
Nova eyed him for a moment before nodding with a smile, "Got it." She answered and without a goodbye, she left the vehicle, gym bag in hand and her trash left in his car.
Nova just got away with lying to a Vampire; it feels great.
She power walks to the practice that, thankfully, hasn't started yet, her blonde friend is glaring at her as she walks hesitantly towards the impatient blonde.
"Hey, sorry I'm late." Nova apologizes to Caroline, ignoring her sister's questioning gaze. "We'll talk later, for now, get in position," Caroline ordered, her eyes burning with curiosity but the other girl had been fifteen minutes late for practice and never came to school, so she saves the questions for later as Nova hurries over to the other side of Bonnie.
"Alright, now that we're all here," Caroline aims a look at a sheepish Nova, the blonde continued. "Let's start with the double pike herkie hurdler, what do you say? And 5, 6, 7, 8. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8."
Elena struggles to keep up, while the rest of girls move in sync. "Elena, sweetie, why don't you just observe today, Ok?" Caroline told her friend as gently as she could after witnessing Elena flounder at the routine for five more painful minutes.
The tall brunette sighed in relief and slight embarrassment as she took to the sidelines. "Keep going, ok, do it again from the top, and 5, 6, 7, 8. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8."
Caroline works them to the bone, pushing Nova even harder than the rest as revenge for being late.
In the girls gym locker room, her hair in a bun so it won't get wet, all the girls are talking to each other as they shower and change into clothes, the only thing that separates the other shower stalls are the wall dividers so she's not shocked that once she's in the shower, her friends question her with all the skills of an FBI agent but all the subtly of a raging bull.
"What were you doing all night with Damon Salvatore?" Bonnie questions after a moment of silence.
On the other side of Bonnie is Elena and Caroline is in the stall next to Nova, they're all waiting for an answer.
Nova shrugged, using her 3-in-1 shower gel that's on the wall divider. "We hung out last night, I slept in late and didn't feel well, so he gave me a ride to school," Nova responded after lathering the gel on her arms.
"Yeah, but did you give him a ride?" Caroline questioned, a wicked grin on her face.
"Caroline!" Elena and Bonnie exclaimed at the same time, a blush forming on Elena's cheeks. Bonnie's own face is scrunched up in disgust because no matter how many times she's walked in on her sister and her long line of sexual partners, she still doesn't want to hear about it.
Caroline doesn't seem to know what the big deal is as she looks at the other girls in confusion. "What? Like you both don't want the details," Caroline spoke with a roll of her eyes, making Bonnie shake her head.
"Yes, I'm curious, no I don't want details, please, never the details." Bonnie practically begged while Nova laughed at them.
"Nothing happened." She replied to the bickering girls, laughter in her voice as she rinses the suds off.
All the girls turned to look her oddly at her reply, making Nova roll her eyes, huffing in annoyance as she turned, letting the water hit her back. "Just because I like sex doesn't mean I have to have sex with every attractive person I meet."
Caroline looks at her even oddly at that, eyeing her as though she sprouted wings out of her ass. The blonde's wet hand came over the divider to rest her palm on her friend's forehead.
"Are you sick?" Caroline inquired seriously while Nova smacked the hand away with a pout. "I'm fine," Nova replied defensively to the girls.
"So if you two didn't have sex all night, and morning, what the hell did you do?" Caroline asked incredulously, before adding. "And please don't tell me you talked all night long, otherwise I might think something wrong with both Salvatores."
Nova was silent for too long as the girls waited for her to answer when she didn't the blonde gasped and even Elena and Bonnie looked slightly shocked. "We bumped into each other, watched the comet in my backyard, talked for awhile, and then.." Nova trailed off, making the blonde make a 'hurry up' motion with her hand.
"And then I fell asleep on him." Nova finished nonchalantly before turning the shower head off and wrapping the towel she had kept in her gym locker around her before leaving so fast the girls didn't have time to recover.
"What?!" Nova could hear Caroline yell after a moment of shocked silence.
She rummages in her gym bag, her gym locker open, she manages to find the dry shampoo she had stuffed in her bag today, a paddle brush and a comb she had thrown in the bag a while ago.
Sighing in relief she let her hair down and combs it through once before spraying the dry shampoo in her hair.
She's brushing her hair when the sound of flip flops makes her look up to see her friends and twin approaching their own lockers, they all picked the lockers next to each other, the benefits of being friends with the captain of the cheerleading squad.
They all start to slowly get changed silently before Caroline broke the silence. "So are you like in love with him or something?" Caroline asked while swiping deodorant from Nova's locker and after using it she put it back.
The question makes Nova pause as she pulled on her boyshorts. "No...I'm not touching that with a 5-inch pole," Nova replied honestly, before continuing to dress.
"Why? I thought he was your type." Elena asked curiously, pulling on her ridiculously tight jeans.
"He has issues, I wouldn't want to approach said issues without a hazmat suit," Nova responded to the other brunette, pulling her bra on while looking at Elena oddly. "Besides when do I have a type?" She didn't even think she even had a type.
"You have a type, trust me," Bonnie reassures her sister, pulling on her blue jeans. "Really, could you fill me in on this new mystery?" Nova challenged with a quirk of her lips as she pulled on her skirt and blouse.
"You like the sad puppy type, the strays, the misunderstood, the kind of people that others write off as lost causes, but you don't, you never do," Caroline replied to her question, applying lip gloss, compact mirror in hand.
"Huh, I never noticed," Nova answered absently, pulling her sandals on before throwing all of her stuff in her gym bag, all of the girls roll their eyes at her reply.
"That's because you're romantically oblivious," Bonnie said as gently as possible while the girls hurriedly finished dressing.
"Hey, why don't you all come over for dinner tonight, Damon and Stefan could come, we could all get to know them better and maybe Nova could cook?" Elena suggests with a pleading look at the girl in question.
"I'm feeling used, you are using me for my cooking skills," Nova accused mildly, trying and failing to refrain from smiling as they all walked out of the locker room together.
"Maybe, just a little." Elena replied with a grin before pulling out her puppy dog eyes on all three of them as they stopped in the parking lot, "So how about it, dinner, Salvatores?"
"I promise I'll be at your weird orgy dinner, but first, I'm in dire need a curling iron." Caroline caved in first, holding her damp ends and staring at them with a frown. "You can just use mine." Elena offered the blonde, who looked at Elena in slight disbelief.
"..Do you even own a curling iron?" Caroline questioned slowly, making Elena roll her eyes and Nova and Bonnie hold in their laughter.
Well, Bonnie is trying to hold in her laughter, Nova, however, doesn't even try.
Elena half-heartedly threw them a glare, before turning back to the blonde. "Yes, as it so happens, I do own one." Elena replied defensively, Caroline raised her hands in the 'don't shoot' manner.
"Okay, just checking, I'll see you guys there, but Elena I swear if your so called 'curling' iron makes my hair flat as a pancake then I'm never trusting you with my hair again." Caroline said her piece before leaving, walking towards her car.
Elena sighed exasperatedly when Nova kept laughing before looked at Bonnie, who shrugged. "I'm the one driving you home, I have no choice but to be there." Bonnie replied, ignoring her sister, who's still giggling.
Elena turned to Nova, her eyes big and sad, making Nova halt her giggles. She had wanted to decline because all she wanted to do tonight was sleep, eat, read a few books and maybe take care of the itch that hasn't been scratched in a couple of days.
But she caved at the puppy dog eyes her friend gave her, she groaned in frustration, and Elena smiled in triumph, knowing she was caving. "Okay, fine, what do you want me to cook?" Nova sighed dramatically as they walk towards their cars, Caroline having already left in her new car.
"Uhm.. we might have.." Elena trailed off as she thought about the things they had in their fridge before smiling sheepishly as she came up empty, leaning on the passenger side of Bonnie's car.
"Say no more, I'll go to the store, but the rest of you are washing the dishes," Nova warns, like hell is she cooking and cleaning.
"It's a deal." Elena agreed easily, before hopping in the car.
Her words caused Nova to snort at the irony of it, that'd be her second deal in the span of twelve hours, she thought in amusement. "Don't you need a ride?" Bonnie questioned through her open car window when her sister didn't get in the car.
Surprisingly, Damon pulled up in his car just as she was about to reply. "Guess not." Nova shrugged at her sister's questioning stare, honestly, she was as perplexed as her twin is.
She got in on the passenger side of the car, the vampire drove off with one last taunting smirk at the other girls.
"You're going the wrong way head to the grocery store." Was the first thing Nova said as they left the school parking lot, making the vampire raise a brow at the teenager.
"When did I become your chauffeur?" Damon bit out with a slight glare but made a turn towards the store, she shrugged at the question.
"Elena invited you and your brother to a dinner party, along with our best friends. Elena feels like we need to get to know the mysterious new guys in town." Nova replied shifting her duffle bag on the back seat. "I'm also in charge cooking, which I think is a waste considering you and your brother are, you know, undead and all."
"And why the hell would I want to spend time with a bunch of teenage girls and Saint Stefan?" Damon asked with a raised brow.
"Because you get to eat fucking awesome food while tormenting your brother with the fact you've been invited into Elena home." She replied in a 'duh' manner, making him pause for a second before shrugging and with a nod of his head as he parked in the local grocery store parking lot.
"What happened to not wanting to get in between our pissing match as you so eloquently put it?" He asked as she grabbed a stray cart and pushed it as they walked inside the brightly lit grocery store.
"I still don't, but if I'm going to suffer being social on a day when all I want to do is sleep, I figure you and your brother could at least give me entertainment," Nova replied stopping in the pasta aisle; pasta is must have. "Besides my friends would drag me there kicking and screaming either way," She added while grabbing two boxes of lasagna and throwing it in the cart.
"And you have no problems with me being invited inside your best friends home?" He asked skeptically, pushing the cart for her as she walked towards the produce.
"Not really," She replied picking up three tomatoes and two cloves of garlic and carefully putting it in the cart. She carefully picked two bags of spinach, before throwing it in the cart, she turned to the vampire that's leaning on the cart, eyeing her curiously.
"You literally can't do anything to hurt anyone I care about and even if you did find a way, you're not stupid enough to go against two Bennett witches." They stared at each other for a moment after she said this. Before her eyes flickered behind him, her brown eyes brighten up as she walked towards the shelf behind him.
She grabbed the Oreo's, throwing them in the cart as she walked towards the dairy aisle, after a moment she could hear Damon following her.
"Oreo's for dessert?" Damon questioned with a raised brow as she grabbed three different kinds of cheese, pepper jack, parmesan, and ricotta.
She made a mocking face at the question, her hair hiding her facial expression, before turning towards the vampire with a bland smile. "No, those are for me, you guys get to have store bought cake." She replied before dropping the cheese into the cart.
"I can feel the excitement rolling off of you if it pains you so much why the hell are you going?" He asked when they're in another aisle.
Nova shoved two jars of basil tomato sauce at him, he puts throws it in the cart carelessly while she grabs a packet of dried parsley. "I don't have a choice, like I said, besides if I don't go my sister won't want to go," She grabbed some red crushed pepper before they both started moving slowly to the bakery aisle. "And the whole point of this stupid thing is for all of us to get to know you and your brother, so really if anyone's to blame for me not being able to hide in my anti-social hole it's you two."
Damon rolled his eyes at her dramatics as they reached the cakes and pies. "Remind me again why I'm hanging out with you right now?"
"Because you need me to get the Juliet to your Romeo," She snarked without a pause while looking at their dessert options. "Birthday cake, birthday cake, stale crossaint or..whatever the hell this is?" She asked holding an odd looking cake, he walked behind her to look over her shoulder before they both tilted their heads.
"It looks like it might be edible.." She trailed off skeptically before Damon took it out of her hands and threw it down, looking at it with a face of disgust before turning back to Nova. "Yeah, not happening, I'll pick something up at the Mystic Grill, something that doesn't look like it's been poisoned before getting ran over by a car."
She didn't argue at that as he led her away from the baking aisle.
Nova threw a box of garlic bread and three rolls of ground beef in the cart before they moved to the checkout.
"You're paying," She stated as the cashier rang the items up, the sound of the items being scanned slightly annoying her as she has a slight headache. Damon raised a brow at her in an 'Oh, I am?' manner.
"Compensation." She answered to the look, she also might not have enough money on her to pay for the items, but he doesn't need to know that. Damon with a resigned sigh smirked charmingly at the blushing cashier before handing out a fifty-dollar bill.
He has like five twenty's and another fifty in his wallet so she doesn't know why he's acting like it physically pains him to pay.
"So what's your plan? Besides world domination, of course." She asked as he was driving her to the Gilbert residence, she's not asking how he knows where it is, it's probably a vampire thing, predator species and all of that.
"Plan?" Damon repeated questioningly his eyes on the road.
She rolled her eyes at the question, her fingers moving over her phone as she reassures her sister via text that, no, the big bad vampire hasn't eaten her. "Yeah, you know, to get your girlfriend out of the freaky tomb?"
His eyes flicker towards her before moving back towards the road."Why do you think it's a woman?" He asked his voice light yet she looks up at him, sensing the minor tension.
"Isn't it always about a woman?" She replied as he parked in front of Tthe Gilbert's home. "Don't forget to get the cake and maybe a change of wardrobe, you look like you're auditioning for to be a James Bond villain." She said trying to ease the tension and succeeding if the look the slightly amused look he shot her was anything to go by.