Damon Pov
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"I mean, I should have known that he would have chosen that nasty snake instead of me."
I sighed, this was going exactly as I thought I would. Well, not exactly I expected her to be in a puddle of tears, but she was angry.
"Luna, princess, please calm down. You know that if he had a choice that he would pick you every time."
Luna sighed and sat down and put her head on my shoulder. I patted her back, not knowing what else to do.
"I guess I'll have to go with someone else, but who will I go with?"
I don't want to go with Jake because he'll get too clingy, and I just can't deal with that tonight." Luna was now pacing around the room frantically.
"Of course, I would ask Diego or Josh, but Diego wants to go alone, and Josh is gay."
"What?" I asked, confused maybe, I didn't hear that right.
Luna stopped pacing and turned to me. "Yeah, you didn't know that, well, he is."
Luna then resumed her pacing, I walked to her and put my hands on her shoulders, stopping her.
"Hey, I have the perfect solution..." Luna sighed, looking at me wryly.
"I swear if you say Oliver, I'm going to physically, hurt you."
"My brother," I shrunk back, thinking she was going to hit me, but surprisingly she didn't. She simply got a confused expression on her face.
"The brother who kidnapped me and tried to give me to the witches so that they could kill me?" Asked Luna with one of her eyebrows raised.
"Or do you have another brother that you haven't told me about?" I laughed and shook my head, trying to guess what she was going to do.
Luna sat back down on her bed, and I joined her. "I guess I can go with you, brother," said Luna looking down at her hands.
"What's so different between Klaus and my brother?" I mentally slapped myself in the back of the head, 'what kind of question was that.'
"Well, for starters, Klaus was kind to me. He saved me from the witches whereas, your brother kidnapped me and tried to take me back to the witches. Klaus is basically a Greek god, perfect in every way. But I suppose Stefan looks decent, and his eyes are interesting enough."
I laughed at Luna. The way she scrunched up her nose when she said he looks decent was adorable.
"When will he be showing up?" Luna asked, looking at me with a more cheerful expression on her face than she had, had before.
I could tell she was trying to put up a show, she was doing very well, but I could see through her.
On the inside, she was really just screaming, poor girl.
"I will call him whenever you're ready. What are you wearing anyway?" Luna's face broke out into a smile. I could tell this one was genuine.
"That's for you and everyone else to find out. Rebekah sent it to me from Egypt."
I smiled, and Luna hugged me. "Thank you, Damon." I nodded and left, waving goodbye to Hayley and Cami as I left the room.
Who had just gotten back from the store with more supplies for Luna's hair.
I called Stefan to tell him what he would perceive as good news.
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Luna Pov
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I sighed, looking in the mirror. Cami and Hayley had just helped me put on the dress, and then they said I looked good, beautiful even, but I still felt nervous.
I was afraid that the dress was a little too much. It was a blue ball gown. The chest and bodice, were very well fitted. The shoulders had material, and it was pulled to the side hanging. It had been designed, that way, off the shoulders. Then it expanded out gently. Lace designs were throughout the dress. When I unzipped it, I was surprised. I was expecting something gold or at least tightly fitted. I loved the dress, of course, that wasn't the problem. I just wished I had a different date.
Being with Klaus, going with him, sounded like a dream come true.
It almost happened.
I was sure that Stefan was nice and all when he wasn't trying to kidnap or hurt anyone, but it just didn't feel right.
When I was with Klaus, everything was different. Everything felt so right.
I looked in the mirror, trying to see if anything needed to be, fixed. My hair was naturally curly, but Hayley straightened it, and Cami re-curled it so, my curls were softer and tamer. The pieces of my hair that usually hung in my face, were pulled back. I had some makeup on, Hayley insisted. It wasn't too over the top Cami thought it would be best to go natural. Of course, she made my lips and eyes pop out a bit more, but I was okay with it. I frowned it was already time for the ball. I had on a necklace that Davina had given me a couple of months ago. I've never put it on before, and I liked the way it looked on me. I promised myself that I would wear it more often. It had two chains, and on both, there were two simple silver stars. On the second chain in the middle, there was a crescent moon that had diamonds that shone when the light hit them. I also had on some diamond earrings they were dangly but not overdramatic.
I could hear the music wafting up the stairs. I heard laughter, talking, and glasses clinking together.
I turned someone knocked on my door. "Come in," I said, curious to who it would be.
Klaus walked in, and my jaw dropped. He was wearing a tux, and he looked really good. The black made the blue of his eyes pop, and the color of his hair be more prominent. I stood up quickly, trying to smooth down my dress. And try to hide the fact that I was blushing. Hopefully, my make-up would cover it up, though I doubted that it would.
"You look beautiful, you know."
I looked down, the heat rising to my cheeks. It was no use now. My stomach had this weird fluttery feeling. I noticed that I only felt this particular way around Klaus.
"Thank you, Klaus. You clean up pretty well yourself."
I said, finally mustering up the courage to look him in the eyes. I did and quickly looked down, feeling self-conscious.
Klaus smirked and walked towards me. My breath automatically hitched in my throat.
I wasn't scared, just nervous, I could feel my heart racing, and I knew that he could hear it.
He held his hand, "May I have this dance?"
I smiled, walking closer, closing the space between us. There was no hesitation now, just want and need. I just had to honor the little time that we had to ourselves. If only I could dance the whole night away with him...
"You may."
Klaus put his hands on my waist, and I looked down, biting my lip, trying to slow down my heart that was fluttering in my chest.
I put my head on his shoulder, and we just danced around my room. It was perfect. Not only did I feel special in his arms, but I could also hear the music, the song 'perfect' by Ed Sheeran was playing. If I had my way, I wouldn't go downstairs, no. Instead, I would stay here. Dancing the night away with Klaus in my room, the roof, his balcony. Wherever we went, it didn't matter to me as long as it was just us and us alone.
"I'm sorry that I couldn't be your date tonight," he spoke quietly, close to my ear. I shivered though I wasn't cold, "Don't sweat it. At first, I was unhappy, but then I realized that after she is taken care of, Elijah just might throw another one, and then I might have you all to myself, like before... And don't apologize, Klaus, it's not your fault. I know that you have to deal with that sna-" I cleared my throat, "Genevieve."
"I understand that you have another date." I nodded, trying to decipher the tone in his voice.
"Stefan Salvatore."
I swear I saw something flash in his eyes, but I couldn't tell what it was.
"Yeah, I know he isn't the best choice, but I didn't have that much time. If you ask me, I would have much preferred if I got to go with the one who asked me, but it is what it is..."
Klaus stepped back and twirled me around. The fabric of my dress and hair spun with me. I was dizzy but not because of the twirling. This dizziness was soft and pleasant.
He lifted me off the ground, I smiled at the new rushing feeling of weightlessness. He was so strong.
"So, is he the only one of your many suitors that you replied to?" I laughed, "Klaus, I don't have that many suitors, and Damon told me that he wanted to go with me. It's not what I wanted, but we don't always get what we want."
"Oh please, you have many suitors, and Stefan is an extremely, lucky man to have you in his arms tonight. Perhaps the luckiest in the world." My lips twitch upwards into a wide smile, and I found myself blushing again.
"You have me in your arms now."
"Not for long. Life at times can be unfair. People take things that don't belong to them. The things that they take they ruin, hurt, and destroy. It is tonight that I feel I am one of those people, one of the victims."
"Are you jealous of Stefan?" I heard Klaus chuckle I met his eyes with uncertainty maybe I had said too much. Uhhh, I really needed to think before I spoke around him.
"Maybe I am."
Klaus twirled me around again, and I tripped, and he caught me.
"Don't be, Stefan, can't even begin to compare to you," Klaus didn't pull me up, he just held me. Klaus was staring intently at me, waiting for what I was going to say next.
"The moments we share aren't like the moments I have with everyone else. No one else can even be at the same level as understanding me like you, not even Hayley. No one will ever make an impact on me as you have. Believe it or not, I'm not okay, I'm not fine, but you make me want to be or at least try to be. Klaus, sometimes I don't even want to get up and out of bed in the morning. What I want to do is to stay in my room and lay in my bed and cry. What the witches did to me is something I have to carry with me for the rest of my life. But then I think of you, and then I get up.You keep me going. You keep me from just giving up oneverything. When my head is underwater, when I'm drowning, you pull me up. I haven't been completely, honest with you. Recently my past has been causing me problems. It's more than nightmares, I have flashbacks. It's getting so bad that sometimes I forget where I am. When they hit me or hurt me, I can still feel it. Yetyoumake me forget everything bad that ever happened to me every time I'm with you. Not Elijah, not Hayley, not Rebekah, not Kol, not Davina, not Marcel, not Jake...you."
Klaus said nothing and gently pulled me up.
"You have no idea how much I needed to hear that, love."
We were now only inches apart, his nose was almost touching mine. His hands had moved away from my waist, and he now held my face. He suddenly closed his eyes tightly, wincing like he was in pain. He didn't look hurt though, so that brought out the worry and curiosity in me.
"I have to go."
I closed my eyes as he placed his forehead against mine. All the while, cursing Genevieve in to the deepest pits of hell as I stood with him.
"I know."
Klaus kissed me gently on the hand, and because of that made my knees weak, and then he was gone.
I hadn't experienced that feeling before, heard about Rebekah. The only time I was ever weak in the knees was when the witches would make me stand through a beating, afterward, I would collapse. The way Klaus made me feel right now didn't hurt and didn't make me feel drained. The second his lips touched the skin of my hand, it sent warmth and tingles up and down my arm. I felt more awake and energized than ever. I just wished I could be all those things with him and not Stefan or any other man.
He made me weak in the knees, but not the way Bekah had described it. I didn't want to fall to my knees on the floor, instead, I wanted to melt.
"Are you ready to go?" said a soft voice from behind me. I turned around startled, it was Stefan.
He was standing by my balcony, wearing a suit, and he looked nice. He just wasn't Klaus. He walked towards me and smiled.
"You look amazing." I smiled and thanked him quicker than I should have.
"You don't look half bad yourself." Stefan laughed and took my hand, and led me downstairs.
As we were walking down the stairs, I couldn't help but notice everyone staring at us, well me in particular. I did, however, notice some girls in the back that were sending me death glares. Diego smiled, and I waved. Josh, who was talking with another guy, also waved, and I did too.
I noticed Davina in a corner by herself. Sympathy flowed through me at the sight. I had to be there, needed to be there for her. I turned to Stefan, "Hey, I'll be right back, there's something I need to do."
Stefan nodded and sat on a stool. I walked away and went towards Davina, who was talking to Oliver.
I slowed down, about to walk back to Stefan when Monique came in and swooped down on Oliver. I rolled my eyes, I hated her. She was just like the other witches in her coven.
"Hey D, how are you doing?"
Davina turned to me, and her face lit up in a smile. "Hey, Luna, you look so pretty, and by the way who is our hot date?"
I smiled, looking down.
"Well, his name is Stefan Salvatore, he is Damon's brother. And you look great too." Davina's face fell.
"Wait, Stefan Salvatore, as in the one who kidnapped you?"
I nodded and explained the whole,"Klaus and the 'snake' situation."
Davina nodded in understanding. "Hey, don't worry about Monique."
She nodded, but there was still a sad expression on her face.
"Listen, just try to ignore her. She is just jealous of you."
Davina looked up at me, confused. "What do I have that she doesn't?" I smiled and sat down with my friend.
"You have me, Kol, and the whole Mikealson family/Marcel and his vampires behind you. Not to mention you are the strongest harvest girl out of the three, and you are absolutely beautiful." Davina scoffed.
"If I was beautiful, maybe more guys would ask me to dance."
I laughed, "And I am sure they would but not when they would rather die. Look up there." I told as I pointed up at the staircase.
Kol was up there, glaring at anyone who even looked at Davina.
"Then why hasn't he come to see me." I sighed, "The sna-", I cleared my throat, "Genevieve."
Davina laughed at me, almost calling her the snake.
"Go to him, Davina. The truth is Kol has been looking forward to this ever since Klaus mentioned it. Don't let Genevieve take any more from you." Davina nodded and stood up, I did too. I hugged her and started walking back to Stefan when someone else spun me around.
"Elijah."
I breathed into his chest. He had startled me. Not on purpose or anything, of course, Elijah didn't play like that.
"Have you seen you're sister?" I nodded, "Yeah, the last time I saw her was with Jackson." Elijah twirled me around. I peered up at him frowning, he seemed sad.
Aww...poor Elijah...he deserved to be happy...
"Hey, you know she loves you, right?"
Elijah looked at me flabbergasted, "Luna. I seriously doubt that..."
I interrupted him, "Listen, Elijah, trust me, I know, go to her."
"Thank you, Luna."
I nodded and patted him on the back.
He was gone a few seconds later, and Jake bumped into me. "Oh, hey Luna, I was just going to check on you and w-wow, yo-you look really gre-great. So beautiful and stunning."
I smiled and hugged him, he could be so sweet sometimes. He awkwardly put his hands on my waist, and we danced slowly to a really fast, song. I didn't mind though, and I don't think he did either.
"Thank you," I said, stepping away from Jake. He smiled and kissed my cheek, "anytime."
I walked away from Jake and to Stefan, who didn't seem bothered at all that I left.
He held out a drink, and it drunk it down. The liquid burned my throat, but I still thanked him. Great, I had just had my first alcoholic drink, I hadn't been expecting it to burn this much. It tasted weird, like a herb that I was familiar with using when the witches used to make me do numbing spells and potions. The kind of mixtures, that made someone who was as hard as a rock break down and be turned into powder. It zapped strength and energy, among other things.
He led me to the dance floor, and we danced.
After a while, I started having a good time with Stefan. I forgot all about the snake Genevieve, as Stefan was twirling me around.
He twirled me around, and I laughed. I hoped that Elijah would throw these things more often.
As waiters passed by, I drunk every drink they offered me. Stefan encouraged me. It was weird how enthusiastic he got, the more I drank, the louder he cheered. I didn't think much of it.
Stefan and I continued to dance, and I mistakenly looked up. Genevieve was all over Klaus. She noticed me staring, and she smiled, looking directly at me, as she began to lick his face.
I walked away from Stefan, ignoring his calls. I was disgusted. Not at him but at that snake Genevieve. I felt sick. She was such a bitch.
I wanted to be the one that he held tonight, and maybe even kissed, dare I think it...
I ran up the staircase, not caring at all that I was making a scene, I just needed to get out of there.
Finally, I made it to my room and sat on my bed crying with my head in my hands. I was not a big crier, but all the alcohol in my system was toying with my emotions and not making me think straight. I suspected that there had been something else in those drinks. Something just didn't feel right.
Besides, Genevieve made me really upset with her greedy hands all over Klaus. It just felt like my heart was being ripped out. This pain wasn't comparable to the witches' torture or beatings.
I felt some weight on my bed, and I looked up, wiping away the tears from my face. Trying to clear my vision.
"Stefan, what are you doing here?" I asked, confused I hadn't known that he had followed me.
I didn't even hear him enter my room. Maybe I was just crying too loudly.
"I was just making sure you were alright."
I nodded, his deep green eyes were so sincere that I wanted to believe him. For some reason, some voice in the back of my head was telling me not to. The hair was standing up on the back of my neck. My body was tense. I don't know why I felt that way.
"I know how you're feeling." I looked up, confused.
"My ex cheated on me." I nodded, understanding. Even though Klaus and I weren't dating it still felt like that. Not to mention, I hated Genevieve so much. But he had to as, he said 'play around' with her so that he could make sure Hayley and I were safe.
Stefan opened his arms, and I went into them. Hesitating slightly.
I wasn't crying anymore, but his touch was comforting. Stefan started rubbing my back, I tensed up again, it felt weird at first, but after a while it was comforting. I started relaxing into his chest. Figuring that my hair standing on end was just some weird side effect from the alcohol. After a while, his hand started going lower and lower, and my body started to heat up, and my heartbeat sped up. It felt strange not in a good way, it felt wrong. I wasn't satisfied or content. I was afraid, this didn't feel right.
I felt the need to run, to get out of this room as soon as possible. To find Klaus.
Stefan pressed his lips on my neck, and I gasped they were cold which made me want to get away from him even more than before.
My vision was blurry, but I hadn't cried in an awful while.
A senseless feeling had been spreading through my limbs making it nearly impossible to move as he pierced my jugular with his fangs.
I struggled against his hold. Trying to escape, he was too strong.
Oh, this was bad.
Just as I felt myself losing consciousness, as he pulled away.
He then pressed his bloodied lips on mine. I raised my hands and pushed him away from me and got up, going in the direction of my door. My steps were slow and uneven. Too slow to be normal.
"What's wrong Luna, I thought you wanted this?"
He said leaving a trail of kisses from my collarbone to under my jaw.
"Is someone scared?"
Stefan said, pushing me roughly up against a wall of my bedroom.
I wasn't in my right mind. I should have already been downstairs screaming Klaus' name.
I ingested some type of herb or a potion of sorts. I think I had a hunch of which one, but my mind was too clouded and muted to be able to tell for sure. The numbness and overwhelming fatigue were a dead give a way.
I tried to wave my hand, my magic wasn't working. I took deep breaths before lunging at Stefan and throwing a small table at him.
Stefan laughed, and I ran to my door. I was halfway there before I tripped over my own feet. I rolled over on my back and quickly took off my shoes, throwing them at him.
He groaned in pain. One of the heels had gotten stuck in his chest. My aim might not have been on point as usual, but I could still throw enough to hurt and stall Stefan.
I crawled to the door, unable to stand, I was too weak.
With everything in me, I pounded on the door, not being able to get up and reach the handle. Screaming as loud as my throat would allow.
Heavy footsteps were heard behind me, followed by heavy breathing.
"Get away from me!" I screamed as he picked me up. I clawed at his face drawing blood, but he seemed to pay it no mind as he ripped the dress off of my body.
I cried as he looked over my body, his eyes pausing every so often. Whatever was about to happen was not going to be good. I wished Klaus was here.
"Shut up," Stefan sharply commanded as he wrapped his hands around my throat and dragged me to my bed. I fought in every way I could, even though it hurt.
I dug my feet into my hardwood floors, but it was pointless. Stefan was too strong.
He put me on the bed, his hands still wrapped around my throat, squeezing tighter as he spoke every word.
"Don't bother to yell for help. Before you came up here, a spell was cast around your bedroom door, no one can hear you.
He then released my throat, and I coughed catching my breath trying to figure out a way out of this situation.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked, and Stefan frowned. Wiping the tears away that had sprung from my eyes.
"I'm not. Genevieve is. She's controlling me. Ever since I came into the city."
That made sense, he wasn't lying, I could tell by the look in his eyes. Everything became real. I wasn't going to get out of this. Klaus wasn't going to bust through those doors and rip Stefan's head off. I was alone and on my own.
"You seem like a nice girl. But I don't have a choice in this." He said as his face lowered, hovering over mine. I turned away, but he forced me to look at him anyway. I winced, his finger digging into the skin on my jaw.
"You have to hurt me. She wants you to hurt me."
I was just now realizing just how evil she was. Stefan nodded, moving a lock of hair out of my face. I didn't bother to turn away this time. He was going to force me to look at him anyway.
"It's what she wants. If I don't do what she instructed, I feel pain," he muttered, his lips on my neck.
His hands were on my arms, pinning them down as I struggled to move. I screamed out in frustration, not being able to move due to his stronghold and the numbing paralyzing feeling.
"Just relax," he said before kissing my lips. I growled and bit his lip, drawing blood to the surface. He pulled away.
"I see that you are going to be difficult. Good thing that potion she made will make your poisonous bite non-lethal..."
He dragged his teeth against my jaw, on my neck. He stopped at my chest, pausing there, and then continuing downwards. He stopped at my stomach. Then he reached my legs. My inner thigh to be specific. He bit down then. Hard enough to draw blood and cause me to cry out in pain.
He then moved up, stopping at my hip. He nipped down on it before moving one of his hands down to take off my underwear.
I tried to close my legs, but he forcefully opened them again.
"No, no, no, no. Please-"
"Luna, I'm truly sorry about this. Try not to make this any harder than it has to be. Don't fight it."
Then he ripped them off.
