Disrespect...
I wake up the next morning and get ready for school. Stefan is driving me today, so I don't want to keep him waiting. I get ready as quick as I can and make my way downstairs.
"Morning..." I call out, knowing both of my brothers will hear me. I head to the kitchen to get some breakfast. Stefan is sitting at the table eating toast and Damon is making the coffee.
"Good morning! What would you like for breakfast?" Damon asks me.
"I'll have a bowl of cereal, please. And I would kill for a cup of coffee!"
"Coming right up, your majesty." Damon seems overly happy today.
"You're in a good mood this morning. What's going on?" I question him.
"The sky is blue, the birds are chirping and all is right in the world." He answers. I am officially freaked out a little.
"No, seriously Damon. What's going on?" I try again.
"Katherine is in the tomb and she can't get out, so we can finally get back to normal." Stefan tells me.
"I hate to break it to you Stef, but Damon being happy is sooo not normal," I laugh.
"HEY!" Damon shouts as he throws a dishcloth at me, landing right in my face.
"Damooooon! No need!" I say, throwing it back at him. We are all laughing now.
Stefan and I arrive at school on time. Nothing unusual there, Stefan hates being late! Myself personally, I wouldn't have minded being late as I have Mr 'Boring' Bradshaw first lesson. God he irritates me! He has one of my worst pet hates as well, just to make him more irritating.
"Morning Salvatore... Glad you could join us!" Mr Bradshaw exclaims, giving me a smug look as I walk into class. Im like one minute late the whopper! I decide to ignore him and just make my way to my seat at the back of the class.
"Um, Salvatore... I'd prefer it if you sat at the front of the class today..." That pisses me off.
"Would you, yeah?" I say as I continue towards my normal seat. "Well, I'd prefer you to wear pants that actually fit you!" I tell him. "I know, why don't you put some jelly on your shoes and invite you pants down for a party? Seriously... If they were any higher up your legs, they'd be shorts for Christ sake!"
My classmate are snickering, trying their best not to make a sound. Bradshaw's face is crimson red, and I'm sure I can see steam coming out of his ears.
"What did you just say to me?" He huffs out, slamming a pen down on to his desk.
"You heard, sir...!" I sneer at him.
It takes him all of five seconds to cross the room and get in my face.
"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT!" He yells, little bits of spittle leaving his mouth as he does.
"Ugh! Say it, don't spray it. I wanted the news not the weather!" I blurt out. The whole class erupts in to laughter this time, unable to contain themselves.
"QUIET!" He roars at everyone. "Salvatore... Get to the principals office, NOW!" He points to the door, his whole body shaking with fury.
I get to the office just in time to hear the receptionist calling Damon. I can hear everything that is getting said. Oh, no. He is coming down, and he sounds super pissed!
Damon arrives at the school around ten minutes later. As I see him walking towards me, I can't help but think of the suspense sound from the Jaws movies. You know the, 'dun dun... dun dun... dun dun, dun dun...' You get the point. Unfortunately, I let out a little grin which does not go unnoticed by my angry brother. His frown lines deepen as he glares at me. I immediately look to the floor, finding a scuff mark extremely interesting.
Damon and I take a seat in front of Mr Weber, waiting to hear what he has to say. Damon has adopted a calm fićade.
"Mr Salvatore." He holds out his hand for Damon to shake. "I'm sorry to have to call you in today, but we need to address young Sophia's attitude towards our teaching staff."
"It's not a problem, Mr Weber. What has she done?" Damon asks. It's kinda messed up the way they are talking about me like I'm not sitting here.
"Sophia has been sent out of Mr Bradshaw's class for refusing to do as she is told, and for making fun of his attire." Ugh! He is making it sound worse than it was, isn't he?
"I see. I'm sorry to hear this." Damon says. Who is he trying to kid? He doesn't give a damn.
"Also..." Mr Weber continues, "I have given Sophia multiple chances to apologise to Mr Bradshaw, but she refused to saying, and I quote - "why should I say sorry when I'm not? Tell him to apologise to me!" - which is why we had to phone you."
The look Damon is giving me now tells me I will be having trouble sitting in the near future.
"Well, Mr Weber, I can assure you that Sophia will be one reeeeally sorry little girl. And when she returns, she will give Mr Bradshaw a sincere apology." Damon stands up, pulling me up with him. They shake hands as we turn to leave.
"For now, I would like to apologise on her behalf." Are Damon's parting word.
"That's not necessary, Mr Salvatore. Thank you for coming in." Mr Weber says before closing his door behind us.
The walk to Damon's car is silent. He still has a hold of my upper arm, not a single word has passed his lips since we left the office.
"Get in the car," he finally says, pushing me towards the passenger side.
As soon as Damon pulls away from the school, he finds his voice.
"What the hell where you thinking?" He demands. I think I preferred the silent treatment.
"What?"
"Don't act stupid, Sophia. You know exactly what I mean!" He responds.
"Ok, ok! He got on my nerves, so I got on his. It's no big deal!" I try to placate him.
"No big deal, huh? We'll see how big of a deal it is when we get back, shall we?" I roll my eyes at him, knowing how much he hates it.
"Seriously Sophia... Don't make me pull over!" He warns me.
"Seriously Sophia... Don't make me pull over!" I mimic him in a squeaky voice, making myself sound 8 years of age.
My heart stops as Damon suddenly veers to the right before slamming on his breaks, coming to a stop on the side of the road. Oh, shit! what have I done?
"Get out the car." He orders me, through gritted teeth.
"Uh, no. I'm good, thanks. Let's just get home, yeah?" Please, please, please...
"Get out the car, now!" He climbs out his side and starts to make his way round to me.
I quickly exit the car, with my hands up in front of me in a surrendering manner.
"Please Damon, I'm sorry. Let's not do this here, OK?" I walk backwards, hoping to put a little distance between us. It's not working, because for every step I take away from him, he takes a bigger step towards me. We are about twenty yards away from the car now. "Come on, Damon... Lighten up! I was joking with you." I know it's a feeble attempt, but it's worth a try, right?
I stop moving for a second, considering my options. Unfortunately, there aren't many. I spin round, ready to run, but Damon suddenly appears in front of me. Crap! He looks even more pissed, if that is even possible.
"You was going to run? Really?" He bends down and picks me up, flipping me over his shoulder. "I thought I taught you better than that, little girl!" He says, before landing a hard swat on my behind.
"Ow! Damon. You, ow! Did. I'm ow! Sorry... Ow! Please...! Ah! Can we, ow!" I can't get a sentence out between swats. Every step he takes, earns a smack. "Jeez! Will you stop fucking... OOOWWW!" He delivers a quick flurry of swats at vampire speed.
We get back to the car and Damon throws me off his shoulder. I land with a bit of a tumble on to the hood of his car. I feel his hand press down on the small of my back, holding me in place. He is really going to do this, he's really going to spank me in public over the front of his car. Dear god help me!
My prayers are answered as Damon's phone suddenly rings.
"What do you want, Stefan?" He says into the phone.
"Damon... Elena's gone." I hear Stefan say.
"What do you mean gone? Gone where?" He asks, rather stupidly, walking away from me. I stand up and face him.
"We don't know. Where are you? We need to go and find her."
"We are a couple of minutes away from the school. I had to pick Sophia up." Stefan was about to speak, but Damon cuts him off. "Don't ask. I'll tell you when I see you. Get to the boarding house, ASAP!" Damon instructs before hanging up the phone.
I stand still, unsure of what I'm supposed to do.
"Get in the car and don't speak unless I tell you otherwise."
"Yes sir!" I vamp into the car before he changes his mind. "What are..."
"What did I just say about not speaking?" He gives me a pointed look.
"Right... sorry Damon!" I pretend to zip my mouth and lock it before throwing the imaginary key out of the window.
"Good girl!" Damon says, shaking his head disbelievingly.
Stefan gets home shortly after us. Damon and I have been waiting for him in the living-room.
"What happened?" Damon asks him before he has even closed the door.
"She never went home last night. Bonnie's on her way now, to do a locator spell." He tells him.
I'm standing here, watching them, and I can't help but think of how much of a nightmare knowing Elena can be. Bad things always happen to her, or the people around her. She is like a major jinx! I'm staying out of this, not that I have a choice, they won't let me do anything anyway.
Bonnie, Jeremy and I are on our way to Elena house. Bonnie and Jeremy located Elena at some house in the middle of nowhere and Damon and Stefan are on their way to get her. We have been told to wait for them at Elena's. Damon has given me strict instructions not to leave the house.
I have been listening to Bonnie drone on for over an hour and watching Jeremy act like her little lap dog. It is blatantly obvious that he fancies her, although I don't know why? She's a bitch!
"I might be able to send Elena a message," Bonnie suddenly announces. "Jeremy, get me Elena's hairbrush and Sophia, get me some candles."
"Yeah, no! Get them yourself!" What does she think I am? Her slave? She looks at me like she is considering giving me one of those brain explosion things. If she does, I'm going to eat her. Ew! The thought of drinking from her makes me cringe, not because I don't like doing it, but because I reckon she would taste rank!
Jeremy comes back in the room with candles in one hand, a hairbrush in the other and his tail wagging behind him. He hands them all to her, then she places them down in front of her.
"I'll get a lighter." He says, standing up.
"It's ok," Bonnie tells him as she looks at the candles and they light themselves. I have to admit, that's pretty cool!
Bonnie writes a message on a piece of paper before scrunching it up, then starts to whisper her witchy mumbo jumbo. A few seconds after she begins, her nose starts to drip blood. It's disgusting! The next minute, the note disappears and she's falls back on the bed, unconscious. Wtf?!
Jeremy panics and rights her so she is laying on the bed properly, before laying down next to her. I leave the room, you know the whole - 'two's company, three's a crowd' thing - and make my way downstairs.
No one else is home, and there is absolutely
nothing to do here. Boredom is making me restless. I am in mid snoop, when I find a duffle bag that looks like Ric's. Inside is what I can only describe as an arsenal of vampire killing weapons. There is all kinds from bog standard stakes, vervain grenades, funky wrist straps with stakes in them, a weird looking gun that looks like it shoots stakes, but best of all is the crossbow. Man I really want to have a go!
Just as I am about to take the crossbow out the back door, Ric enters the kitchen and stops me.
"Where do you think you're going with that?"
"Um... nowhere!" I say, lamely.
"Give..." he holds his hand out for it.
"Sorry Ric," I tell him as I hand it over.
"You sure would be if Damon found out!" He warns me, like I didn't know!
"Sorry Ric!" I repeat myself, hoping to earn brownie points off him so he will not to tell on me.
I slump down on to the kitchen stool, giving Ric my best 'puppy dog' eyes.
"Come on then..." He nods his head in the direction of the back door.
"What?" I ask, unsure of what he means.
"Do you want a go of this crossbow, or not?" Wow! My 'puppy dog' eyes worked better than I thought!
"Really? Yes sir!" I jump up and vamp next to him. He chuckles and shakes his head at my enthusiasm.
I am having a blast shooting things with Ric. It's easier than it looks, and Ric said I'm a natural. He promised to take me out hunting one day - I can't wait!
Just as we go back into the house, the front door opens and Elena walks in, followed be Stefan and Damon.
Jeremy comes bounding down the stairs, with Bonnie hot on his heels, and envelopes Elena in a massive hug. He must be so relieved she is ok. Bonnie joins in on the hug. Selfishly, I was kinda wishing that she would be gone a little longer, I am not ready to go home and face Damon's wrath just yet!
"Sophia, come on, we're leaving," Damon calls to me.
"Can't we just stay here a little longer, please Damon?" I ask in vain.
"Nope!" He says, popping the 'P'.
I try my 'puppy dog' eyes on him, but as I thought - nothing!
"Come on. Now!" He exits the door he had only just entered.
"Thanks for today, Ric! See you later. Bye guys!" I say as I too leave and follow Damon out of the door.
"Go upstairs and put some pyjamas on," Damon instructs as soon as we get home.
"Can't we just..." Damon swats me to stop my question. "...OW! Okay... I'm going!" I vamp away to stop him landing another smack on my soon to be blistered behind.
I take my sweet time, not in any rush to be over Damon's lap. I suddenly have the bright idea to put on multiple pairs of PJ pants. Lesson the sting a bit. More cush for my tush, so to speak.
I make my way down the stairs about 20 minutes later, donning 5 pairs of pants and a vest top. I hope Damon isn't so mad that he wants to spank me on the bare? I don't know whether he would see the funny side of my plan, or be even more pissed. Oh, well. Only time will tell.
I gingerly walk into the living-room,my hands clasped in front of me and my head slightly bowed. I am the picture of contrition.
"Did you make those pyjamas yourself?" Damon asks me as soon as he sees me.
"Huh?" I say confused, hoping he can't tell that I'm wearing more than one pair.
"Well, you took so long up there, I can only assume that you was making them." He's so funny... not!
"Well dear brother, you can't rush perfection!" I tell him, trying to lighten the mood. He shakes his head.
"Get your "perfect" little ass over here!" He uses air quote as he says perfect.
"You think my ass is perfect? Have you ever heard of the word 'incest'?" I joke again
"Have you ever heard of the word 'cane'?" He attempts to joke back. Why aren't his jokes funny?
I realise he is in no mood for assing about, so I quickly make my way over to him. Just as I am about to place myself over his lap, he stops me.
"Over the back of the sofa, Sophia," he instructs me. I just stand there not understanding why. "Don't make this any harder for yourself. Move." He gently pushes me.
As I walk round to the back of the sofa, I see fathers old paddle. I haven't seen that dreaded thing in years. It's made of dark brown wood, 4 inches wide and about 2 foot long. What's worse is that it has multiple holes drilled through it to lesson the resistance of the swing. Boy does it leave a sting.
"Damon, please... d-don't use that? Can't you just use your hand?" I plead.
"Not this time, Soph. Your disrespect is getting out of hand, and I intent to put a stop to it right now." He is using his serious, no messing around voice. I decide not to argue with him and just bend over the sofa, placing my hands on the seat. I scrunch my eyes closed as Damon walks behind me.
"Breath," Damon tells me. I let out a big, nervous breath I didn't even know I was holding. "Are you okay?"
"Yes sir, I think so." I answer.
"Good! Now this is how this is going to go. I am only going to give you ten swats, but I want you to count each one, then apologise for your indiscretion after it. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir, I understand!" I reply.
"Okay. Also, you are not to reach back, or move from that spot, or you will earn extras. Got it?" He adds on. I nod my head, not trusting myself to speak.
"Verbal response, please?" He says all teacher like.
"Yes sir!"
He doesn't say anything else. The next sound I hear is the dreaded swish of the paddle and then a mighty 'THWACK' sound as it hits my upturned behind. I am relieved that he has left my pant in place, as it it has lessoned the sting some, but it still hurts like a bitch.
"OW!" I hiss, "one. I'm sorry for being disrespectful." Damon doesn't say anything, he just continues on with my punishment.
*THWACK!*
"Ah! T-two. I'm sorry for being disrespectful."
*THWACK!*
"Aaaahh! Th-threeee. I-I'm sorry for being disrespectful." My tears are starting to flow now. This shit really hurts!
Damon carries on, landing two this time.
*THWACK, THWACK!*
"OOOW, D-Damon... p-please... I'm s-sorry!" I beg.
"Count, or I'll add more." His voice monotone.
"F-four a-and five, sir. I-I'm sor-sorry for being dis-disre-disrespectful." I am struggling to get my words out now, my voice hitching as I try to speak.
*THWACK!*
A particularly hard swat hurts me and before I can stop myself, I jump up and grab at my butt.
"Get back over the sofa!" Damon's emotionless voice says.
"Ow ow ow," I say, hopping from foot to foot. "Pl-please Damon. No m-more!"
"I won't tell you again, Sophia...!" He threatens. Raising the paddle. I slowly do as I'm told, wishing I had put even more pairs of pants on and even quadrupled up on my panties.
I am crying so hard, I can barely see out of my eyes.
*THWACK!* the next swat lands.
"AAAAHH SH...Sugar. S-seven. I'm... I'm sorryyyy..." I can't get the rest of the sentence out.
*THWACK!*
I am all out balling now. I can't even say a word. I feel Damon's hand on my back.
"It's okay, baby. It's nearly finished." His words are comforting, and my body goes limp.
He delivers the last two, hard and fast.
*THWACK, THWACK!*
I am sobbing uncontrollably now. I can't even move a muscle.
Damon straightens me up before lifting me into his arms and carrying me up the stairs to my room. As soon as we reach my bed, he gently places me down on my side, leaving enough room for him to sit beside me.
I cry for a couple of minutes whilst he strokes my head, saying nothing. My cries subside and all that's left is the occasional hiccough.
"Damon... can I have a blood bag, please?" I ask, wanting it to help me heal that bit faster.
"Sorry soph...I want this lesson to stick, so no blood. I want you to feel it for as long as possible." He tells me.
"You're mean!" I tell him, but give him a small smile to say that I understand.
We sit, well, he sits, I'm still laying, in silence for a few more minutes before Damon gets up to leave.
"Will you stay with me for a bit? Please?" I ask him. "Tell me what happened today?"
He sighs before sitting back down next to me.
He tells me that Elena had been kidnapped by some people called Rose and Trevor. They had planned on handing her over to some guy named Elijah, who was to take her to another guy named Klaus cos she is the doppelgänger. He also told me that Elijah killed Trevor, he killed Elijah, Rose ran away and Elena is safe, for now. I'm just glad I was with Ric today. Too much killing for my liking.
As soon as he finished telling me what had happened, he once again gets up to leave.
"Get some sleep, Soph. I'll be downstairs if you need me," he tells me.
"Okay. Goodnight, Damon." I slide under my cover.
"Oh, and Sophia..." he stops by the door.
"Yeah, Damon?"
"Take off all your extra pants, they can't be comfortable to sleep in!" He tells me with a wink. What the... how the hell did he know?
"Yes sir."
"Good girl! I'll see you in the morning," he says as he shuts the door behind him.