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Season 1, Episode 3

Friday Night Bites

It was late when Stefan came home, anger clear on his face as he stormed in the house. Me and Damon were both by the door, about to put our shoes on. The older Salvatore had invited me for a threesome with some blonde girl named Caroline. Though I didn't like the girl too much after hearing about the imaginary wedding she had planned out with my mate, she was hot and I wouldn't say no to having a threesome right now. Pregnancy made me more horny than I usually would have been. "I can't believe she would do that!" He exclaimed, making a move to dive face first onto the couch. His face was a hot red, but he at least had the decency to take his shoes off before they touched the carpet. "She tried to kiss me."

I rolled my eyes, taking off the one shoe I had managed to get on and walked over to him. I sat on his legs, running my hand through his hair. "When did she try to kiss you?" I asked, looking at Damon, who was still standing in the doorway. Go without me, I told him, I think we're gonna be here for a while. He nodded, opening the door and walking out. Looks like I wasn't going to be having a threesome with a hot blonde tonight. "She kept telling me about how she saw you and Damon making out on the couch, and she thought that you were pregnant with his kid. I pretended to cry just like you told me to and then she tried to kiss me." He didn't seem upset the way I thought he'd be, his anger was more possessive than it was like he was upset with Elena's actions.

He turned over, being careful not to agitate my position on him in the process. "What's making you so mad then, everything went like it should have, like the way we both planned." I asked him, bringing my hand down from his hair to his face. Cupping his cheek, I stroked my thumb along the bridge of his nose as he spoke. "The fact that she would lie to me just to fulfill her dream of being my girlfriend when I'm so obviously yours is what's driving me crazy." He grabbed me by my hips, pulling me down so that our faces were almost flush with each other. "You're mine too, aren't you? You're meant to be with me and Damon." He gave a lingering peck to my lips, moving his lips down my neck.

"Can I?" He murmured against my skin, and I could smell his pure need in the air as he spoke to me. This was out of character for Stefan, his anger never turned into a different emotion this quickly. However, in the state I was in I couldn't help to care about his drastic mood swing too much, I was horny and he was offering me pleasure in exchange for his pleasure. There wasn't any way I could deny him of the comfort he seeked, nor could I deny myself the thing my body was screaming at me to have. I bared my neck to him, and his true face emerged from where it hid inside his skin. It started in soft kisses to my carotid artery, his lips barely even hitting my skin. Then his fangs came out to play, nipping at my throat before he went in for the final bite.

The sharp teeth sunk in, and it was only around 3 seconds before I could feel my blood begin to leave my body and enter Stefan's mouth. It was marvelous, the sharp sting adding to the pleasure I felt at the thought of my boyfriend marking me in a way that only one other could. I moaned, there was nothing that could feel as good as this, there was nothing that would feel as good as this. "Did that feel good?" He murmured against my skin as he retracted his fangs, lapping at the leftover blood on my skin. "Can I make you feel good, ma'am?" I ran my hand down his side, stroking his hip as I spoke. "Go ahead, make me feel good." It was a blur, using his enchanted speed to strip me of all my clothes one by one. His hands were hot on my skin while he kissed me, his mouth engulfing mine in a whirl of passion. He rubbed his hands all over my body, moving from my lips to press kisses to my chest and stomach.

It was hours later that we finally came to a rest, huffing and puffing from our strenuous activites. My body was sore, but it felt good, my legs twitching from the leftover orgasm still wracking my body. I moved my head to my right, Stefan was laying there, his mouth messy with my cum. Various hickies littered his skin, red scratches running down his arms from my nails. "Did I make you feel good, ma'am?" He asked, tilting his head and looking at me with his big, round, innocent looking eyes. My lips lifted up into a smile, and a pressed a soft peck to his forehead. "Yeah, you did."

Stefan and I were trying to walk into the school, our ears tipped out to hear any sign of Elena in the parking lot. Normally we wouldn't have to avoid her, but Stefan was still on edge about seeing her after the comet. She's near that green Toyota on your left, he said, and I looked out of the side of my eye to try and see her. She was talking to Bonnie as she walked, seeming to complain as she looked around the yard. I ducked my head down, gesturing for Stefan to do the same, but she must've seen us anyway.

She was dragging Bonnie by the arm, her hand in her hair as she called out, "Stefan!" We both paused in our steps, I groaned quietly as the two girls made their way over to us. "Good morning, Elena. Good morning, Bonnie." Stefan greeted, barely keeping the annoyance out of his voice. "Good morning." I greeted, managing to make my voice sound way more pleasant. Bonnie glanced down at her phone, mustering up a look of worry onto her face, "Hey, um, I gotta find Caroline. She's not answering her phone. So I'll see you guys later." She says, not even waiting for a 'bye' as she walks off. You know we can just leave, right? I asked him. We don't have to be around her if you don't want to see her. "I thought I told you to stop talking to me." He said, not even sparing a glance in her direction.

I could see her face drop out of the corner of my eye at the obvious dismissal from the object of her affections. It was satisfying to see her look like this was the worst day of her life. "You know, I don't think Bonnie likes you very much, but she will. She's just looking out for me. But when she gets to know you, she is going to love you." She carried on like Stefan had never even spoken. I subtly rolled my eyes, speaking before Elena could get lost in some sort of fantasy, "Look, Elena, we actually have to go. Class is going to start soon, and I think you know how Mr. Tanner is." I gave the most friendly smile I could, despite her obsession with Stefan, I wasn't here to make enemies.

"Oh, right,'" Elena said, looking a bit disappointed. "We can talk later, right? I really want Bonnie to get to know you guys better." Just one glance at Stefan and I could tell that he wanted nothing more than to leave immediately. "Sure." He said absently before he grabbed my hand, dragging us away from the brunette. I walked right next to him, our feet moving in sync as we headed to Mr. Tanner's classroom. We only got a few feet away from Elena before my senses went off, a supernatural feeling that something was heading my way. I quickly turned around, a millisecond faster than Stefan who caught the projectile that was flying towards his head.

I moved my eyes from the football to the direction it came from, the only two people in its general vicinity being Matt and a tall muscular douche with a weirdly shaped bone structure. I turned to Stefan, standing on my tip toes to reach his ear, "Make it hurt," I whispered to him, keeping my eyes directly on the perpetrator. Stefan nodded and reeled his hand back before throwing it using his enhanced strength. It bowled through the air, moving in a blur to the humans who watched it soar. When it reached its target it slammed straight into the boy's chest, causing him to stumble back before falling flat on his ass.

Everyone who was watching erupted in giggles, and it wasn't long before my hearing was swarmed with gossip. "You should try out for the football team." I told him, leaning on his arm as we began to actually head towards our class. "Only if you try out for the dance team." He replied, nudging me a little, "I've heard that they're looking for new members, and there's a rumor going around that they might do competitions." I sighed, I hadn't danced since I got pregnant, and with the way I was going to give birth soon there didn't seem to be any way that I could join the dance team.

"It wouldn't be suitable right now, I'm going to burst soon, plus we still have to choose names, and decorate the nursery." We turned to the left, only a few classrooms away from the history room. "I don't think they're holding auditions until October, so you could audition then." I shook my head, that was rediculous. What kind of competiton team holds auditions right before the beginning of the competition season? "But then I wouldn't actually be able to compete. Nobody recruits new members right before the beginning of a season, that leads to a whole bunch of errors during dances if they even let the new members dance at all."

"I'm just saying, you should think about it." He said, leading us both to our seats. We sat down a few minutes before Mr. Tanner walked into the room, Elena stumbling in only a few seconds later. "Elena, it would do you some good not to be late for once, yes." He called her out. That's ironic, I thought as I looked at the clock hanging right above the door, he had walked in at 8:36, 6 minutes late to his own class.

After he did rolecall, he jumped straight into the lesson. He rambled on and on with no stopping or consideration to the kids that might have questions. Later rather than sooner, it was time for the end of class review. School had only been in session for three days and I could already predict the entire structure of his lessons. "World war II ended in...Anyone got anything? Miss Juan? 1945." he answered himself when nobody offered up their answers .

"I saw you outside this morning, your throw was very impressive.." Elena said as she leaned over to whisper to Stefan. "Pearl Harbor?" Tanner asked the class, turning to face Elena as he heard her whispering. "Psst. FYI, our team sucks. They could use your skills." She said in a hushed tone, drawing even more attention to herself as Tanner walked over to her desk. He slammed his hand down on her desk, effectively scaring her. "Miss Gilbert." He said in a mocking tone, just a few seconds away from being downright disrespectful.

"Yes Mr. Tanner." She said, doing her best to hide the shocked face she had made. "Can you tell me when Pearl Harbor happened?" I turned my head ever so slightly to get a better look at the girl; her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as she wracked her head for the answer. We all watched her fumble, a smirk slowly inching onto Mr. Tanner's face the longer it took her to speak. It seemed like it would never end before I heard Stefan speak, "December 7, 1941." He said, causing Tanner to look over at him. "Thank you, Miss Gilbert." He replied in a sarcastic tone, leering right at him. "Anytime." Stefan replied as he Leaned back in his chair.

"Very well. The fall of the Berlin wall." Tanner commanded.

"1989. I'm good with dates, sir."

"Are you? How good? Keep it to the year. Civil Rights Act."

"1964."

"John F. Kennedy assassination."

"1963."

"Martin Luther King."

"'68."

"Lincoln."

"1865."

"Roe vs. Wade."

"1973."

"Brown vs. Board."

"1954."

"The battle of Gettysburg."

"1863."

"Korean war."

"1950 to 1953."

"Ha!" Tanner laughed, a look of glee on his face. "It ended in '52." He announced to the class, continuing with his joyful laughter at the thought of beating Stefan. I raised my hand in the air, not waiting to be called on before I spoke, "Uh, actually, sir, the war did end in 1953." My words cut off his laughter, a look of confusion over taking his face. It didn't last for long though, as he quickly turned to a rushed anger. "Look it up, somebody, quickly." He practically demanded, causing multiple student to pull out their phones. I kept my eyes on Tanner, not that it mattered; he was too busy staring right at Stefan. It was only a few seconds before someone answered Tanner's question. "It was 19...53."

The entire class erupted in cheers, Tanner left raging as the bell rung. We quickly hopped out of out seats, rushing into the hall before he could say anything to us. "He is going to be pissed for weeks." I told Stefan as we walked to our respective English classes. There were two AP English classes and we just so happene to have different teaches for it. "Well, we're just going to have to be low profile in his class. Besides, I can just compell us out of any trouble." He reminded me, placing his hand on the small of back.

"You know that you're class isn't this way, right." I told him right after he missed the turn towards his class. "I just want to make sure you get to class okay." He replied, his thumb rubbing my back as we approached my English class. "Have a good class." He muttered, pressing a peck to my lips as we stood in front of the door. I smiled into it, pulling back quickly so we didn't block the other students from entering the class. "I'll see you soon." I told him before I turned and entered the class, taking my seat near the front of the room.

I sat on the bleachers, watching as the cheerleaders warmed up for practice. Stefan had gone down to talk to Tanner about joining the football team, and by the looks of it, Tanner didn't seem to keen on the idea. "Varsity trials were last spring, Mr. Salvatore." Tanner said, his hands on his hips. "I wasn't here then, sir." Stefan reminded him, doing his best to sound respectful. "And you're not here now, as far as I'm concerned." The dick said.

"Mr. Tanner, I realize that you and I didn't get off to the best start, and I want to apologize for that. I've played football before. Wide receiver, mostly, and I'm pretty good." I couldn't see his face, but I could tell he was doing that thing with his eyes. They were almost impossible to resist, and Tanner was about to become his next victim. "Well, I won't be asking you who won the super bowl in '71." Tanner took a jab at him. "'71 was the... sorry. I... I understand that, sir." He apologized. Tanner considered it for a moment before finally nodding. "Just to see you get knocked on your ass. Borrow some gear. Go! Before I change my mind. Let's run it again!"

I turned from watching Stefan for just a second to look at the cheerleaders, the overbearing sound of Bonnie's complaining going quiet mid sentence peaking my curiosity. It was then that I saw Damon, leaning against his car as Caroline makes her way over to her friends. "I got the other brother, I hope you don't mind." She said, and I felt myself getting annoyed. Damon was supposed to be painting the nursery right now, he shouldn't have the time to be driving Caroline around. I'm going to go and talk to Damon, I notified Stefan, quickly getting out of my spot.

I marched as quickly as I could over to the parking lot, not paying any mind to caroline's watchful eye as I reached Damon. "You, mister, are supposed to be at home. Why are you here and not in the nursery?" I muttered angrily under my breath, pointing at him. He at least had the decency to look sheepish as he responded. "So, you know how you gave me a theme last week and I was supposed to order paint to match it and buy all the furniture and decorations." I could feel my annoyance grow the more he spoke, as the tone he used revealed everything.

"Damon!" I growled, giving him a hard smack on the side of his head. "You didn't do anything I asked you too?" My voice pitched higher in anger and I could tell Damon felt bad, but right now I didn't care too much. The nursery was supposed to be done by Sunday, and he hadn't even gotten the paint and furniture! "But… I got a certain little perky blonde to bully her aunt into giving me some free paint as long as she got to show me off during her rehearsals." He murmured, using that smug smirk he knew I thought was sexy. I wouldn't give into it, he had over a week to do it and he just didn't.

"All you had to do was type in the website, search the products exact name and buy the amount I told you to. I even left you a list with all the directions you needed to follow." I let out a huffed breath as I finished, groaning as I thought about the massive delay this had caused us. "Hey, everything is going to be fine," he muttered as he pulled my into an embrace, "I can order everything right now." He used one hand to stroke my hair, his fingers combing through the curls I had spent close to an hour doing.

"Stop that," I croaked, tears welling up in my eyes while I batted his hand away from my head. "Nothing is going to get here on time." Damon pressed a kiss to my hair, using his strength to lead me to the passengers seat of his Camaro. He gently guided me into the seat, quickly walking around to the drivers seat and sitting down inside. The roof came up as tears rolled down my cheeks, a blurry Damon sporting a worried expression came into view. I leaned over and clung to him, pressing my face into his chest.

"Why're you crying, sweet girl?" He asked, rubbing a hand over my back. "What's made you so upset?" I sniffled, taking in a breath to try and calm myself. "I'm not upset, I'm annoyed. Nothing's going to plan." I cried, taking in another breath, this one more shakey than the last. "The baby is going to be here in two months and we don't even have a nursery." Damon placed his hand on the back of my head, gently moving it over to his beating heart.

"Shhh, take a deep breath. Working yourself up into a pain isn't going to help you." He soothed, gently rocking us back and forth. I did as he said, focusing on his heartbeat rather than all the things that had gone wrong. When I calmed down he spoke again, his voice calm and apologetic. "I'm going to drive us home, and we're going to sit down together and order everything to your hearts contents, and then we're gonna cuddle in front of the fireplace."

"But then who's going to paint the room," I muttered into his chest, "'Cause if you even suggest that we compel someone and you don't do it yourself like you were supposed to, you're going to be sleeping on the couch until this baby is born." A slight hesitation in the hand on my back told me that's exactly what he was thinking, and when I moved my head away from his chest I could see his face, pout and puppy dog eyes on full display. "Damon Salvatore, I do not care how long it takes you; you're going to finish painting that nursery by tomorrow afternoon." My voice was stern, and from the way Damon's face looked resigned he knew there was no negotiating his way out of this.

I completly pulled out of the hug, turning to buckle my seatbelt and wiped the remaining tears from my face. "Now, I could really use a good cuddle." I said, giving him a charming smile. "Take us home please." Damon's face was shocked, but quickly turned into a smile. "Whatever the lady says." He put the car in reverse, backing out of the parking lot, making the turn to take us right home.

The football field was overcrowded, the only source of light coming from the bonfire that had been lit. There were kids drinking alcohol everywhere, the screams of overexcited teens entered my ears from every direction. "Wait, wait, wait, Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait." Tanner almost hollers into the mic, effectively making everyone cringe and cover their ears.

"Let's be honest here. In the past, we used to let other teams come into our town and roll right over us!" The majority of the crowd booed at his mediocre words. "We've got some great new talent tonight starting on the offense, and I'm gonna tell you right now, it has been a long time since I have seen a kid like this with hands like these. Let's give it up for Stefan Salvatore!" His voice held no joy, but I still cheered for along anyways. I was wearing his jersey after all, the other kids might think it was weird if I didn't cheer for him.

It was the circle in the crowd that drew my attention. The sounds of fists meeting skin peaking my curiosity even more. Looks like there was a fight going on, I wouldn't mind watching a pointless rumble. I made my way through the hoard of teenagers, keeping one of my hands over my stomach protectively. It was that douche from yesterday morning, Tyler, against the cute Bambi looking ninth grader, Jeremy. "Tyler, stop it! Tyler! Tyler, stop! Stop it! Stop, you're hurting him! Tyler! Tyler, stop! Tyler! Stop it! Tyler, stop!" I heard some girl cry, but she didn't even attempt to break up the fight. It was only as Tyler went in for a headshot that Stefan interrupted, grabbing Tyler's wrist to prevent him from doing anymore damage.

"Hey, he's down! Enough!" He yelled at him, causing Tyler to try and punch him. He through his entire weight into the punch, but it had no effect on Stefan. I was going to step in to try and facilitate the situation, but it proved to be pointless as Jeremy swung at Tyler with a broken bottle, effectively cutting through the skin on Stefan's palm.

"Jeremy, no!" Elena cried just as Matt screamed, "Tyler, knock it off! Stop!" I grasped Stefan's hand in mine, watching as the cut healed before wiping away any leftover blood. "Oh my God, put your head up Jeremy. You're bleeding." Elena chastised him, grabbing him by the chin to prevent any protesting.

"That's not a good idea." I said, making my way over to them. "Tilting his head up could cause the blood to run back into his nose and down his throat." I grabbed Elena's wrist, gently moving it away from Jeremy's face. I moved his head so that his head was facing down at a slight angle. "I'm gonna take him to the nurse," I told Elena before turning to face Jeremy again, "Pinch right above your nostrils, please." I asked, leading him away from the fight.

We walked in silence for a bit, just entering the school when Jeremy spoke up. "You know, you didn't have to do that." He said, his voice sounding funny. "Of course I did, if you had accidentally swallowed some of the blood, you most likely would have thrown up and make the bleeding worse." He nodded as we took a turn, making our ways through the halls.

"I'm Fēiyàn ." I introduced, looking around the halls for any indication of where the nurses office would be. "Fèiyàn." He repeated, getting the tones wrong. "It's actually pronounced as Fēi rather than Féi." I told him, stopping for just a second to look at the map of the school. From what I saw, we were going in the right direction. "What's the difference between them, they sound similar." He asked, and unlike the usually snark I got from other people I could tell he was being genuine.

"Well, Chinese operates using tones to distinguish between words. My name is pronounced Fēiyàn, which means flying swallow. It was the royal name of Zhao Feiyan, the Empress of the Han dynasty. The name is in reference to the bird 'flying swallow,' and Empress Feiyan was named that because of her grace and agility while dancing. Fèiyàn means 'waste swallow,' which is more insulting that it is a compliment." I explained, putting emphasis on the tones so he could hear the actual difference between the two. "Fēiyàn." He tried again, taking his time to get the tones right. "Yeah, just like that."

We took another turn, the nurses office right at the end of the hall. "I'm Jeremy, by the way." He introduced himself, taking a breath through his mouth. "Oh, your dating Stefan, right?" He asked. I stopped to open the door, the inside was empty, not a single nurse in sight. "Yeah, why?" I questioned as I lead him inside the room, letting him sit on the bench. "Elena's been complaining about you." He called as I looked for a freezer.

"Oh really," I muttered underneath my breath, "What does she say?" I went through the side door, finding a sink and a chest freezer. "She's been saying that you 'stole Stefan from her,' and that you've been really mean to her." I rummaged through the chest freezer, finding an appropriately sized ice pack before making my way back to the 13 year old.

"Well, Stefan and I have been dating for 3 years now, so I don't know how I could've stolen him from her if they hadn't even met back then." I stated, handing the ice pack to the boy. "Keep this on the bridge of your nose for around 10 minutes, please." I instructed, taking a seat across from him. We sat in silence for a couple moments before Jeremy spoke up again. "Can I ask you something?" He said, and I tilted my head up to look at him. "Elena said that she caught you," he took a pause, looking around the room like Elena might jump out and yell at him from around the corner. "Cheating," he whispered before returning to a regular tone on voice, "On Stefan with his brother, Damon. But you don't seem like the type of person to cheat."

That was certainly interesting, I noted in my head. "Are you asking me if I'm cheating on Stefan." I was amused, the kid was a high school student but he still acted like he was 7. He gently nodded his head, and I couldn't help but take notice of how adorable he looked. "Are you good at keeping secrets?" I asked, watching as he nodded his head again. I stood up from my chair, moving closer to him so that I could whisper my answer to him. "Me, Stefan, and Damon are in a polyamorous relationship." I told him, and I watched as his face lit up with understanding. "I know what that is." He replied, and I could feel relief wash over me. I was not really in the mood for an in depth explaination about polyamory with the 13 year old brother of the girl who was infatuated with my mate.

"How's your nose doing?" I asked him, looking at his nostrils. The blood seemed to have completely dried, only leaving a trail of chipping blood behind. "Can you move the ice pack for a second." He did as I said, and I observed his nose. There didn't seem to be any swelling, and his nose wasn't bleeding anymore, so he was safe to go back to the game. "Well, your nose isn't swelling and bleeding anymore so you can go back to the game."

I moved so that he could stand, and we both walked throughought the school and back to the main entrance. Just before we walked out he stopped, turning to look at me. "You know, I don't believe what Elena says about you." He muttered to me, opening his phone. "If you ever wanna hang out or something, I'll be in the art room after school." He said, holding his phone out for me to grab, the screen open to the contacts page. I put my number and name in before handing it back to him, "I'll talk you later." I told him, walking in the opposite direction of the game in pursuit of the police sirens I heard.