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Chapter 12
December 3rd 2009
Evie's breath fogged the window and she traced patterns with her finger, lost in thought. She half listened to the pair behind her who were discussing putting vervain into jewelry and it's other uses. Something about food. But Evie wasn't really listening. Ever since her roadtrip to Georgia, all she could think about was Damon. Her drunken dance and how he had almost kissed her again. She shut her eyes a bit, trying to put it out of her mind. Why was she thinking about Damon? He was a psychotic vampire with revenge tendencies. She didn't need to be thinking about him.
Although... The more time they had spent together talking like normal people. Like friends... It was strangely nice. And she looked forward to when he'd come climbing through her window to talk or not even talk. That was the best part. They could just be and she didn't have to speak or say a word.
"Stefan, who was that man Evie saw in the road?" Elena asked, propping up on her elbow. Stefan shook his head, glancing at Evie who was perched on the window seat, her gaze on the outside.
"I don't know. Evie, what do you remember?"
She turned from the window, brushing her hair out of her face. "Not much. I never saw his face. He was just a random guy with a dark colored hoodie and boots." She told him and shrugged. "Didn't see much before I blacked out." She turned to Elena. "So... You're adopted? Have you told Jeremy?"
"No, not yet." She sighed. "I don't want to put that on him so close to the holidays you know?"
Evie nodded. "Yeah I get it. Thanks for the vervain, Stefan."
He smiled. "You're welcome."
The doorbell rang and Evie rolled off the bed. "Pizza's here."
"I'll get it." Elena offered.
"Nope. It's on me." The blonde stated and waved a hand at the girl before running down the stairs.
"Evelyn, your unhealthy food is here!"
"Coming, Gran." The girl rolled her eyes and hopped down the last few steps. The pizza guy was inside the house, setting the pizza on the table.
"How much?" She asked and the guy turned around. He eyed her for a moment before answering.
"22."
"Got it." She dug a twenty and a five out of her jacket and handed it to the guy. "Keep the change."
He smiled way too widely. "Thanks. You have yourself a good night."
"Yeah." She frowned as he went back out the door. "You too...Creep."
"Want some pizza?" She asked as he plopped down on the mattress next to her. "It's been delivered by a super creepy dude." Damon took a slice from the box and eyed her.
"Creepy?"
"Yeah." She shrugged and then bumped his shoulder. "Any luck?"
"None." He toned. "I'll try again tomorrow."
"You'll find it." She said and he scoffed. Finished with his food, he rolled over and closed his eyes. "Any ideas as to where it could be?"
Damon shook his head. "Not a damn clue." His face was against her bare thigh and she felt heat creep into her face. It was distracting and made her feel weird.
Evie sighed and let her head fall back against the wall with a thud. She should not be thinking of Damon. Especially in that way.
"What?" He asked, his warm breath hitting her skin and making her shiver.
"Nothing." She muttered and grabbed her blanket, pulling up over her legs, and he opened his eyes.
"What?" He glanced at her, taking in her red cheeks. "You're not getting sick are you? Germy?"
"You're a vampire. You can't get sick." She snorted and he smirked.
"Then what are you blushing about?"
"I'm not blushing."
"Are you thinking about me, Eves?" He grinned and she scowled.
"No!"
"Yes, you are." His smiled widened.
"Stop smiling!"
"I knew it."
"Knew what?" She demanded, almost cracking a smile.
"That you like me."
She huffed and shook her head. "I don't like you." He just smirked and she kicked his leg. "Shut up. I'll admit, you're slightly attractive."
Damon chuckled. "Is that so? Just slightly?"
"Mmhm."
"What's in the bag?"
"A dress." She said, glancing over at the bag.
"Got a hot date?"
"No, I'm going to the decade dance at the school." She rolled her eyes. "I wasn't going to go, but I got roped into going."
"Going solo?"
"Yeah." She said distractedly.
"If you wanted me to take you, you could have just asked me." He smirked and leaned up on his elbow. "I'll pick you up."
Evelyn snorted. "Whoa…hold it. I don't think so. Why would you even want to go? It'll be boring."
"Because you'll be there."
"Uh-huh…right." She turned around in the bed to face the wall. She scowled when he pressed against her back.
"Come on, Eves. You know you want me." He said in her ear and she elbowed him.
"Back off."
Damon turned her onto her back, leaning over her. She eyed him warily.
"I've seen you looking at me."
"Must have missed the grossed-out expression on my face." She countered and he smirked.
"Love that sarcasm."
"You should get off me."
"Why? Tempted?" He asked smugly, almost daring her to touch him. She tried not to focus on how his body felt next to hers.
She rolled her eyes. "I'm not the least bit interested in you."
"Evelyn?"
"Jesus!" The girl huffed at her grandmother's voice. "Does she time these things?" She scowled at Damon. "Go away." He only wiggled his eyebrows at her. She shrieked as he grabbed her around the middle and tugged her to the middle of the bed. "Get off me, you asshole!" He trapped her beneath him and he held her wrists against the mattress. Her legs were now around his waist.
The door opened and Othella came in, making Evie look over his shoulder.
"I thought I heard-Lord almighty!"
Evelyn let her head thump back down and Damon snickered as red colored her cheeks.
"I didn't realize you had company, Evelyn. Er, hello, Damon."
"Mrs. Boleyn, it's nice to see you."
"He's not company, Gran. He's an annoyance." The human girl scowled and kneed the male above her in the groin. Damon huffed out a breath and she scrambled out from under him.
"Well...I was coming to tell you goodnight." Othella said, looking up and down at Damon. Evelyn rolled her eyes. "Damon, you are more than welcome to stay for a while. There are cookies in the kitchen."
"Why thank you." He beamed. "I'd be glad to."
"Evelyn, I hope you have protection."
"Gran!" Evie hid her face under a pillow and Damon snickered.
"There's no need to be embarrassed, dear. Just warn an old lady next time. I know times are different. Sex is perfectly heathy."
"Please stop talking." The girl moaned underneath the pillow, but only the chuckling vampire heard her.
"I'll just leave this open." She patted the door and went down the stairs.
Evie peered out from under the pillow, face tomato red.
"Now what?" Damon smirked and wiggled his eyebrows.
"Ugh."
He snickered as she pulled her pillow back over her face.
Still feeling the bed, shake she slapped his face with the pillow, scowling. "Shut up, Salvatore!" But she ended up laughing too. "She is never going to forget that. You just doomed us. Doomed me. She'll never let it go now and never stop talking about it. Next she'll be supplying condoms."
He smirked and she shook her head.
"Sometimes I really, really hate you."
"And sometimes you think about me. And it makes you hot and bothered."
"Oh, shut up."
December 4th, 2009
"Jenna is the only one who knows anything, Elena." Evie pointed out. "You have to ask her. Wish I had a cool aunt."
Bonnie rolled her eyes and nudged her. "You have a cool grandma."
"No, I have a wacky one who I swear makes up stuff."
Elena sighed. "I know, but-"
"The Elena I know would always want the real truth good or bad." Bonnie told her. "I mean you just found out your boyfriend is a vampire, so unless your birthparents are aliens...How bad could it be?"
"Okay, well I've got to go to the store. My outfit for the dance is severely lacking accessories."
"We'll split the bill." Evie told her and Elena nodded at them.
"Thanks. Bye."
Bonnie sighed. "I feel so bad for her."
"She'll be all right." Evie shrugged. "It's Elena."
"So does your Gran do any magic?"
"Very little...I think it hurts her to do a lot." Evie shifted. "It all goes back to the day I was born. Something happened. She used up her energy to save me, my mother died saving me...And all for what? I have no one to teach me how to do what I do. I teach myself. And it's not easy. I never do incantations, its's all one with the energy in the world and whatnot. Hand gestures and lots of concentration." She suddenly sighed. "Crap. I gotta grab shoes for tonight. Maybe Elena is still in the parking lot."
Bonnie waved to her and the girl hurried out of the bar, missing Damon who had waited until she had left to confront the Bennett witch.
Evie and Elena walked out of the store a few minutes later with the items they needed and headed for her car.
"So...What was it like to spend all that time with Damon?"
"Not, all bad. Despite his very annoying tendencies, he can be normal at times."
Elena laughed at that and put her bag up. "I'll bet. All fake?"
"Duh." Evie smirked at her, fibbing. She would keep Damon's easy-going side a secret. No one else needed to know. Elena's phone began ringing and she frowned.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Elena."
"Who is this?"
"Your pretty friend hit me with her truck."
Elena froze. Evelyn looked at her, noticing her stiff posture.
"She hasn't got a new one yet?"
She glanced around and then saw a guy standing in the shadows near the Grill, hoodie hiding his face from view. Evie followed her line of vision and gasped.
"Is that the guy who was in the road?" Elena asked her before noticing he was moving. "Get in the car, Evie." Evie took the phone from her and pressed speaker.
"Who are you?" She demanded into the phone as they got inside and started it up. "How'd you get this number?"
"Your blond friend got away from me. She won't next time. And you won't either, Elena."
"There won't be a next time, asshole!"
Elena snapped the phone shut and pressed on the gas, getting them out of there. She took off out of the parking spot, leaving the guy far behind in the dark. Evie watched him until she could no longer see him before slumping in her seat.
"I could have handled him!"
The brunette shook her head. "We have to tell Stefan."
"What for? He'll be long gone before Stefan gets there." She didn't want Damon to know.
Elena sighed. "Evie, we're being stalked by a vampire. We have to tell him. He can help."
Stefan's brow furrowed as he listened to Elena.
"Why me and Evie? And if he wanted to kill us why call us?"
"That's because we're predator's, Elena." He explained and handed a drink to Evie who was staring off into space. "We hunt. We stalk. It's often as exciting as the kill."
"I want you to take this." Stefan handed her the compass. Evie eyed it.
"You took that from Damon." She said and he nodded.
"And he took it from Logan who took it from Elena."
"What happened to it?" Elena asked, looking it over.
"It's a vampire finding compass." Evie explained. "It's how I found Logan in that warehouse for Damon." She opened it up, ignoring the looks from Elena and Stefan at her explanation, and showed her. "See the arrow goes to Stefan." It whirled and clicked until it landed on him.
"Why did my father have it?" The brunette asked.
"Gilberts were one of the founding families, and back in 1864, they were among those who sought to eradicate vampires. The compass was used to find us."
"Did you know them?"
Stefan nodded. "Yes. I want you to keep that and that way, you'll know if you're in danger." He glanced at Evie. "I-"
"It's fine. I've got my magic."
"Damon said you're still learning. That it's not like Bonnie's."
"Well, he hasn't seen my skills lately. I can handle myself."
He nodded at her, still looking unconvinced.
Evie scowled as she dug through her closet. "It was my dad's truck and now it's wreaked all to hell. There's no way I'm going to be able to pay for a new one right now."
Elena sent her a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry." She was getting ready for the dance at Evie's house, mostly to avoid Jenna.
"Did you talk to your aunt?"
The brunette sighed. "Yeah...She told me the truth."
"So, what happened?"
"It true. I'm adopted. My birth mother had me at my dad's office, and he took care of the paperwork. She left me there. And they took me in."
"Oh." Evie looked over at her. "At least it's not aliens."
That had the other girl laughing.
"You would probably like that."
"Would have been awesome."
Elena laughed again. She adjusted her light blue shirt and grabbed her white headband, looking in the mirror once again.
"So, Stefan said that Damon was gone a lot."
"I don't keep tabs." Evie lied, pinning her newly curled hair up in the back.
"Was I was wondering because you two were gone on a road trip-"
"Let me stop you right there. It wasn't a road trip I was voluntarily going on." She corrected, adjusting the white belt around the waist a little tighter. "There was no secret love affair or anything like that. He was just being his normal jerky self."
"But he didn't hurt you." She pointed out, walking across the hall to the bathroom.
"No." Evie followed her and leaned against the wall. "He's not entirely bad, Elena. And I really shouldn't be telling you this. But...I did agree to help him find and get Katherine out of the tomb. He obviously loves her and anyone who can tame that guy has got to be interesting."
Elena nodded. "Oh."
"Yeah, we're not like that. I wouldn't even call us friends really."
She snorted. "Yeah, I figured you didn't like him too much." She finished up her makeup touchups.
"Not at all, but he did behave himself if that's what you wanted to know. He does know how. I think he pretends to forget."
Elena turned around. "Can I borrow your hairdryer?"
"Yep. I'm going downstairs to get my shoes. I am not walking down with those deathtraps on."
Elena laughed and reached under the sink for the hairdryer.
Evie hopped down the stairs, stopping to look at herself in the hall mirror. She tugged at the top of her red and white polka dot vintage halter-top dress and then smoothed down the sides. satisfied, she went into the living room to get her shoes. The box was laying on the coffee table and she bent to get it.
Elena turned off the hairdryer once her hair was the way she wanted it and headed back into Evie's room. She went to the bed to get her scarf that was across one of the pillows and frowned. The compass was laying open on the bed and the needle was moving rapidly. Gasping she grabbed her phone and dialed Stefan, running down the stairs to check on Evie.
"Evie?" She called as she went down the steps, but there was no reply. "Oh, god."
"Stefan's phone. How may I help you?" Damon's voice said teasingly into her ear.
"Where is he?"
"He's on his way to you and Eves, forgot his phone."
Elena paused on the stairs sighed with relief at Damon's words. She could see Evie fussing with her shoes.
"Thank god. This compass was spinning. Stefan must be here. Thank you."
"You're welcome." He said and then hung up.
Elena heard a thump and looked behind her as a vampire zoomed towards her. She screamed and then the vampire was flying across the room. It smacked the wall and rolled back up in crouch baring his fangs.
The brunette screamed again as the vampire took Evie's momentary distraction and went for her, grabbing her and tossing her onto the coffee table. Evie rolled off of it, groaning and trying to avoid the glass from the vase that had shattered earlier, but a lot of it ended up in her arm.
Stefan flung open the door, but Evie had never invited him in.
"Invite him in!" Elena cried as the vampire went for the girl who was trying to get up.
"Get in here, Stefan!" Evie shouted and shoved the vampire off her with her powers. Stefan caught him, but the vampire snarled and wrenched out of his grasp, running back out of the front door, and shutting it.
"How did he get in?" Stefan asked.
Evie sat up fully and glared at the door. "He was that damn creepy pizza guy!"
"And you have no idea who this is?" Stefan demanded and Damon rolled his eyes.
"No. Don't look at me like that. I told you we had company. I wouldn't be surprised if that was the one who stood in the road and let Evie hit him."
"Oh my god..." Elena stated and then glanced at Stefan. "Do you think there's more than one?"
"We don't know." Damon answered. "So, how he'd get in?"
"Evie said her Gran invited him in. he was the pizza guy."
"Well, he gets points for that." He muttered and looked around. "Where is Eves?"
Elena pointed. "In the kitchen. I think she's a little shaken up."
Damon closed the kitchen door and scanned the kitchen for Evie. He spotted her at the sink, running her arm under the water.
"Let me see it."
He bumped her shoulder and she scowled at him as he grabbed her arm.
"I'm perfectly capable of washing my arm."
"No, you're not. You have glass and blood in your arm." He retorted and held it closer to his face to pick out the shards she couldn't get. Blood trickled from each place he pulled a tiny piece of glass out. He stuck her arm back under the water and then patted it dry with a towel. "None of them are too bad."
He grabbed the First Aid kit from the cabinet and bandaged her arm.
"What are we doing about that vampire? He can get in my house now."
Damon nodded. "I know. So, we'll get him tonight."
"How?" Evie asked. "The dance?"
He smiled. "That's it exactly. Great minds think alike."
"Huge ego." She muttered and he smirked before looking serious.
"Are you good?"
"Gran is going to freak about that vase, but it was really ugly."
"Not the furniture. You."
Evie rolled her eyes. "I'm fine. And I know you have a plan, I want to know what it is. I want in."
He took her uninjured arm. "You can sit this one out."
"He came into my house, Salvatore." She frowned at him. "I'm going to take action. I'm not risking something happening to my Gran. She's coming home in like an hour."
Stefan came into the kitchen.
The younger brother was frowning. "No, Damon. We can't risk Evie-"
"Stefan, he's going to come at me and Elena again. pretty sure he was the stalker this afternoon too. We've both got to be there." She said figuring out the plan to go to the dance and hope he showed up.
Stefan sighed. "All right. I'll let Elena know."
Damon frowned. "What stalker?" He demanded lowly when Stefan had left the kitchen.
"The one who called, Elena."
"Why didn't you call me?"
She turned to him, eyes narrowed. "I don't have to tell you everything."
"Yes, you do." He reminded her. "We're partners remember?" He frowned, ignoring the hint of jealousy that suddenly coursed through him. "You told Stefan quick enough."
She scowled back at his childish tone. "Elena was with me! She told him."
He rolled his eyes. "Did it ever occur to you that I might want to know if someone is threatening you?"
She turned away from him and he scowled. Taking her chin, he turned her to face him. "What did he say?" She pursed her lips, refusing to answer and he cleared his throat meaningfully. "Eves?"
Sighing she answered. "Just that I wasn't going to get away next time. And that he was after Elena too." She muttered and he sighed.
"Well, he's missed again."
"Third time's the charm." She said dryly and he rolled his eyes.
"Not if I can help it." He said confidently and she snorted before frowning.
"Is Elena? I didn't ask."
"Yes. She said you saved her."
She snorted again. "Yeah, some help I was."
"You held him off until Stefan got there. You did good."
"Praise?" She smirked. "Must have really impressed you."
He smirked back. "Got lucky. Probably won't hear it again." He looked her up and down and she felt heat prickle her skin all over from his gaze. "You look good by the way. I do love red."
"Perv." She said, but it wasn't as angry as she would have liked it to be and he heard her voice waver. He smirked wider. She saw his expression and tried to look annoyed but failed miserably. "Shut up, Salvatore."
The dance was already in full swing when they arrived. Damon kept a hand at her lower back, keeping her near, but not exactly touching her. Evie resisted the urge to lean back against his warm hand. Elena had linked arms with Stefan, gazing around the crowd with apprehension.
"There's Caroline and Bonnie." She announced and turned her head to look at Evie. She automatically noticed Damon's hand on the girl's lower back, but Evie was paying him no mind. She was frowning at the crowd. "Evie?"
Stefan turned to look at her and Damon glanced down. Evelyn blinked out of her thoughts.
"What?"
"Is something wrong?" Elena asked, trying not to sound nervous. Although she trusted Stefan to keep her safe, she was still worried about the vampire showing up.
The blonde shook her head, stepping out of Damon's protective stance. "No, I was just looking."
Stefan smiled grimly. "We'll get him. Don't worry."
"I'm not worried." Evie smirked. "I've got this."
Damon snorted and she glared at him. "No, no. You're the bait remember? No more heroics tonight."
"Damon, don't call her bait." Elena scolded, obviously she had misinterpreted the hand on Evie's back. He was trying to corral her, instead of comforting her. Like she needed it.
"That's all right, Elena." Evie told her. "We know which one of them more likely to succeed at catching our stalker guy." She smirked at Damon. "It's obviously, Stefan." Damon narrowed his eyes at her.
"Hm." He replied, but said nothing else.
Still smirking, she walked off towards Caroline and Bonnie, Elena following after her. Damon's eyes never left her.
Caroline turned when they approached and smiled.
"Having fun?" Elena asked them and the taller blonde snorted.
"No, but this took about two hours." She indicated her outfit. "So, I'm staying at least half of that."
Bonnie scowled "What's Damon doing here?"
Evie smirked. "Being his usual unhelpful self."
Elena shook her head. "He wanted to come. I promise, he'll behave. Evie will make him."
The girl grinned, and Bonnie smirked at her. "Get him, Evie. Keep him in line."
"Duh."
Caroline gave her a look. "Are you dating him now or something?" There was silence for a moment. They had forgotten Care still didn't know or believe them about witches and magic and vampires.
Evie threw her head back in hysterical laugh, making Damon and Stefan look in their direction. Tears of humor were going down her cheeks and she wiped them away, still snickering.
"Don't be crazy, Care! I wouldn't touch that with a ten-foot-pole!"
Bonnie giggled.
Elena snorted. "Well, I'm dating Stefan. So I have to learn to tolerate him. Stefan picked us up from Evie's house."
Caroline nodded. "Of course."
"It's not like I could kill him."
"There's a thought." The witch smiled and the cheerleader smirked at her.
"I'll help."
Evie glanced back over her shoulder at Damon who was scanning the room. He felt her eyes on him and met her gaze, heat flaring between them. She quickly looked away again, grabbing at a cup by the punch bowl. She needed a drink.
"Hi, Bonnie." Damon smiled at her, but she only narrowed her eyes at him. "Wanna dance?"
"I'm outta here." She said and turned to leave, but he blocked her.
"Please give me another chance."
Glaring, she stomped off.
"Back off, Damon." Caroline scowled at him and stalked off.
Damon rolled his eyes as they disappeared into the crowd.
"Where'd they go?" Elena asked as she and Stefan walked over.
"I don't know." he shrugged innocently.
"What did you say to them?"
"I was perfectly polite." He responded before smiling at Elena. "Would you like to dance?"
"I would love to." She responded and turned to Stefan. "May I have this dance?"
Smiling, he offered his arm to her and they went off into the crowd.
He watched them dance for a few seconds.
"Can't find a willing dance partner?" A voice teased from behind him and he turned around. Evie was smirking at him.
He smirked back. "I just did." He took her wrist and tugged her against him.
"Hey, knock it off!" She hissed at him. "You know I suck at dancing."
He leaned his head down, nose brushing hers. "You're not as bad you claim. I've seen the drunk dancing, my Eves."
"Not the same." She muttered, meeting his eyes.
"Scared?" He grinned at her.
"No." She said, looking annoyed. "I'm not scared of you." She took hold of his jacket and tugged him into the middle of the dancers, clearly meeting his challenge. "See?"
He hummed and drew her closer to dance. She was much more relaxed than the very first time they had danced together. She trusted him, let him lead her with ease. He would never admit how much he liked that. That she trusted him with no qualms, even fully knowing how dangerous he really could be.
"So...What was the fifties like?"
"Basically "Grease" and a hell of a lot of poodle skirts."
Evie laughed. "My Gran still has hers. She wanted me to wear it tonight. So glad I declined."
"Me too." He said, grinning and wiggling his eyebrows. "This is much better."
"Oh, shut up."
"Want to do the Hand Jive?"
"And that's where I draw the line at the dancing."
Damon laughed that time and Evie felt her stomach flip again.
"Hey, Mr. Saltzman."
The history teacher turned and smiled.
"Hello, Evie."
Damon arched an eyebrow at the man. he had never seen him before.
"Is that your boyfriend?" Saltzman asked and Evie shook her head rapidly.
"Who him? Oh, no, no. we're...acquaintances." She said just as quickly as she could, putting distance between them. Damon glanced at her curiously.
"I see." Alaric smiled.
"Damon Salvatore." The vampire introduced himself. "Stefan's older brother. I'm his legal guardian."
"And that got you roped into chaperoning." The man nodded. "Right. Well I'm Alaric Saltzman, the new history teacher."
"The cursed faculty position." Damon smirked. Evie eyed him over her shoulder.
"So I've been told." Alaric nodded. "I haven't had a chance to see your brother in class yet."
"Well, his attendance record is a little spotty. Family drama."
"No parents?"
"It's just the two of us now." Damon murmured, a strange look in his eyes. Evie scowled, knowing he was probably plotting a murder.
"Mr. Saltzman." She interrupted. "I was wondering if you had a chance to read my essay."
He smiled at her. "I did. It was great. You did a fantastic job."
"I tried my best." She beamed at him.
"Eves is a smart one." Damon stated and the girl reddened, glancing back at him like she forgotten he was there.
"Shut up." She hissed out of the corner of her mouth. The vampire raised an eyebrow. She liked the man. Really liked him. A pang of jealously coiled in Damon's gut and he didn't like the feeling.
"I'll see you around." Alaric said to Damon and then he smiled at Evie. "Enjoy the dance."
"Bye!" She said after he had left and then she rounded on Damon. "What is wrong with you?"
"He was being nosy. I don't like it."
"That's not a reason to give him the murder eyes, Count Dorkula." She scoffed and he followed her through the crowd.
"You like him."
"Like who?"
"The history teacher. Saltzman."
Evelyn scowled, although her cheeks reddened.
"No, I don't."
"Yes." He smirked.
Evie sipped the rest of her punch, glancing down at her phone as she read a text from her Gran. She was out in the hallway, getting some air from being in the stuffy gym and to get away from Damon. He was giving off vibes and she found herself reacting to them.
Suddenly, a hand gripped her arm and tugged her backwards, pinning it between them in a hard grip. The other hand clamped over her mouth.
"Easy now. We're just going to slide back into the party for a second and you're not going to fight me." He twisted the arm he was holding until she whimpered from pain, unable to hold it in. "If you do, I'll start killing off people. And honestly, do you want to risk it? I mean there could be so many more of us out there. You'd never know."
Evie weighed her options. She wanted to toss him away from her and snap his neck or something, but... His threat of there being more vampires...And Damon had said they had no way of knowing.
"Are you going to be a good girl?"
She reluctantly nodded and the hand over her mouth went away.
"Now, let's have some fun, shall we?"
Still holding her captive, he moved them towards the gym doors.
Loosening his grip a bit, the vampire stalker wrapped an arm around her waist, subtly holding down her arms at the same time. With the other hand, he dialed a number into his phone.
"Hello, Elena." He greeted and Evie scowled. "Here's what you're going to do. there's an exit door behind you. you have five seconds. Or I'll snap her neck."
She spotted Elena, then the brunette looking at them in horror. The vampire now had Evie, trapped against his body, his arm around her throat. No one else seemed to noticed the danger or that Evie was dangerously close to loosing air. "I can snap her neck so fast I bet there wont be a witness. And I'll have time to dump her body behind the punch table...where your brother is." Elena's eyes darted towards Jeremy and back. Evie's face was turning red and she was trying to get his arm off to no avail.
"Start walking."
Elena glared at him but did as he was told.
Evie blinked away the spots in her vision as she regained some air.
"Asshole." She cussed at him and he only chuckled.
"Be nice."
Elena ran out of the gym and they followed her slowly, like the stalker he was. After trying multiple doors, she darted into the cafeteria.
The vampire kicked the doors open and hauled Evie inside. Out of sight of the other people, she kicked and fought him.
"Get off me!"
With a little burst of magic, he went flying back into a wall. However, her freedom was short lived as he bounced off the wall and used the momentum to catch her arm. He swung her around and flung her against the wall before zooming up and wrapping his hand around her throat.
"Don't be so try that again, little girl." The vampire warned her his grip on her throat tightening. Elena was watching them warily. "I'll kill your friend faster than you could toss me."
"Let her go." The brunette stated, looking for anything to protect herself with. The vampire was blocking the only exit. "Why are you doing this?"
"You look like Katherine. And well this one," He nosed Evelyn's throat making her grimace and turn away from him. "She's just fun."
Evie shut her eyes as he ran his tongue along her jugular.
"No, don't!" Elena shouted as he reared back to bite her.
Evie grimaced as his fangs punctured her neck in a savage bite and she waited for the inevitable. He quickly started choking and she attacked him. Tossing him into a far wall.
"Go get Damon and Stefan!" She called over her shoulder, eyeing the vampire. Elena ran out of the cafeteria, giving the girl one last glance.
She spotted a mop with a wooden handle nearby and assessed the situation. The vampire spit into the floor, hands on his knees as he coughed.
"The hell is wrong with your blood?" He grimaced. "It was disgusting."
"Maybe that'll teach you not to go biting everyone around." She retorted and he wiped his mouth, standing up straight again. Rolling his shoulders, he grinned at her.
"You're a sassy little whatever, aren't you? I knew I liked you for some reason. Maybe I can't drain you of blood, but there are other ways to have fun."
In answer, she shoved him back with her powers before darting towards the mop, taking the handle and breaking it across her knee with a swift movement. Meanwhile the vampire was coming at her and she had time to turn and try to stake him. The broken wood pierced his chest, but not his heart and he snarled before smacking her across the face. Evie flew back against the wall, slamming against it and falling to the floor. The hissing vampire jerked the makeshift stake from his chest and tossed it across the room.
"Evelyn!" Elena cried, running back into the room and over to the semiconscious girl. She cradled her head in her lap, wincing at the dark bruise forming on her cheek.
She groaned and tried to get up, the world spinning for a moment and she leaned back against Elena.
"Hey, dickhead." Damon's voice drifted from the doorway and they both glanced over. He was twirling the makeshift stake in his hand. "Nobody wants to kill you, we just wanna talk."
The vampire snorted and made to come at Elena and Evie.
Stefan zoomed into the room and Damon tossed him the stake just in time for the younger Salvatore to stake the stalker in the chest. The vampire cried out and went to his knees.
"Now, you feel like talking?" Stefan inquired of the downed vampire.
"Screw you."
"Wrong answer." He hissed and shoved the stake in harder. "Why are you doing this?"
The vampire smirked. "Because it's fun."
"What do you want with Elena?"
"She looks like Katherine."
"What about Evie?"
The vampire smiled, showing bloody teeth. "She looked like fun."
Damon kicked him in the kneecap. "Focus." He snapped. "You knew Katherine?"
"Oh. You thought you were the only ones? You don't even remember me." He snorted.
"Tell me how to get to the tomb."
"No."
Stefan jabbed the stake in again.
"The Grimoire." He gasped out in pain.
Damon got in his face. "Where is it?"
"Check the journal. Check the journal. Johnathan's journal. Johnathan Gilbert's."
"Said might be more." Evie said, trying to focus on the conversation. Damon glanced her over again, his insides boiling at her bruised face.
Stefan frowned. "Who else is working with you?"
"Who else is there?" Damon snapped, impatient.
"No, you're gonna have to kill me."
Stefan glanced at Damon and then staked the vampire in the chest, piercing his heart. Gasping for breath, he fell over, greying. Then he was dead.
Elena stood up slowly. Evie was slumped against the wall.
"How are you going to find the others now?"
"He had to die." Damon told her. "He was invited into Eve's house."
There was a noise in the hallway and someone passed by the cafeteria.
"Go. I've got this." Stefan told his brother.
"It's Mr. Saltzman." Evie tried to stand up, but Stefan shook his head. "Damon, don't hurt him."
Whether Damon heard her or not was unclear.
"I could have handled it myself." She retorted instantly.
"A thank you, would be nice." Damon retorted. "Are you all right? Neck healed?"
Instead of answering she turned and hugged herself to him tightly. He exhaled and slowly wound his arms around her.
"Okay. You're okay." He said quietly and didn't say anything else, just held her. She loosened her grip.
"Sorry." She muttered. "I'm fine."
He scowled.
"You should have called me." He snapped.
She glared at him over her shoulder, kicking her shoes off.
"And say what? Oops, he's back here attacking me and Elena? I couldn't exactly pick up my phone!" She snapped back. She had no idea why she was at his house. She should have gone home. All he wanted to do was pick a fight. "Why does it matter?"
"Because once again, you're leaving things out."
"Oh, please, how many times have you lied or omitted something?" Evie scowled. "What is your problem!? Why do you even care?"
He stomped over to her, leaning down towards her.
"Why are you so damn stubborn?"
"Back off." She snapped. "I don't need you to baby me."
"You need something all right." He growled.
"Shut up!"
Damon wasn't sure who moved first, but they were suddenly kissing furiously, battling for dominance. Evelyn's fingers dug into his shirt, gripping tightly, and he hauled her up against him, hands gripping her bottom and squeezing hard enough to make her moan. In a blur, he slammed her against the wall of his bedroom, his body pinning her there. He attacked her newly healed neck with nips and sucks. She gasped as he nipped particularly hard with blunt teeth and he grabbed a firm, but not painful, fistful of her hair, tilting her head to side to give him better access to her skin.
He thrusted his hips into Evie's, growling as she dug her nails into his back with a sharp gasp. He took a moment to let her breathe before cupping her face, mouth fusing to hers again like a magnet. It was as if he couldn't get enough of her. He had been wanting to kiss her again since the night in the woods. Her scent was intoxicating. A mixture of warm vanilla and obvious arousal.
Evie felt like she was on fire from head to toe. Damon's kisses were harsh and forceful, still a bit peeved from their earlier argument, but it was what she wanted, what she needed. She didn't need tender and slow and gentle and he seemed to know that.
She tore her face away from his hands, resting her head against the wall to get some much-needed oxygen, but he wasn't done with her and the pause was slowing things down. His hand tangled once more in her hair and pulled, making her arch her back towards him. He bent his head, kissing down her chest rapidly. His fingers unzipped her dress, shoving it down and off her body before unhooking her bra with ease. He flung it behind him out of the way. The tantalizing cleavage was now his to explore and he took full advantage.
She inhaled sharply and he pinned her hands to the wall once more, his lips closing over her nipple. He gave a harsh suck and she gasped, her hands fighting to get loose as he teased her. He chuckled and bit at the underside of her breast and she yelped as his fangs scraped her skin.
"Asshole." She scowled and he smirked before doing it again to the underside of her other breast, a moan escaping.
"What was that?" He teased and she glared at him, before wriggling her hands loose. She ran them down his chest and to the top of his jeans. He groaned as she got his jeans open and slid her hand inside, wrapping her hand around his stiff cock.
"Fuck." He swore and she smirked at him, before the smirk slightly faded and was replaced by awe. He was more than she had been thinking in both length and girth. Damon groaned. If she kept doing what she was doing and looking at him like that and things would be over far too quickly.
He pulled her against him and turned with her in a blur of motion, tossing her onto the bed and following after her.
Evelyn huffed at being thrown and he snorted at her muttered comment about "Cavemen".
The rest of their clothing was flung away in seconds. Hands and fingers stroked newly bared skin and found her ready and slick for him. Evelyn moaned breathlessly, eyes glazed. He hitched her leg around his waist slowly, giving her an out, though he really hoped she wouldn't. She only frowned and tugged on his arm impatiently.
"C'mon, Salvatore." She griped and he wasted no more time. Her nails dug into his back as he pushed into her and she groaned.
Damon closed his eyes for a second, enjoying the wet tightness that surrounded him as he eased into her. She felt so good. He was trying to give her some time to adjust to him but then, he felt movement that made him flash his eyes back open. She was trying to control it, moving her hips against him, obviously ready for him, but he wasn't going to allow it. Slamming his hands down on her wrists with a growl, he pinned them to the mattress on either side of her head. He slapped his hips into hers, making her eyes roll back in her head as he continually thrust. He took her hard, too into it to really care if he hurt her or not. She didn't seem to mind it all as she urged him on. The bed rocked and thumped the wall several times. Evelyn groaned and wriggled her hands free, her fingers digging into his biceps and he growled at the feeling. She felt perfect beneath him and he pressed his face against her neck inhaling her scent. He wanted to bite her, but he'd regret it if he did.
She bucked her hips wanting more, but he wasn't sure she could take it.
"Harder." She growled and he gladly obliged, tossing caution to the wind. She wanted it and he wanted it. That was all he needed.
"Whoa." They said at the same time.
Both lay panting on the mattress, catching their breaths and cooling down.
Damon chuckled. "Yeah."
She smacked his chest. "Don't get a swelled head."
"Too late." He smirked and she snorted. "A compliment from you isn't one to ignore."
"Oh, shut up."
"You weren't so bad yourself."
"Did you actually compliment me?" She mocked. "How shocking." She smirked in the dark.
"Don't expect another one." He stated with a roll of his eyes and she snickered.
"Yeah, right."
Damon rolled over her, squishing her beneath him.
"Hey!"
He smirked and she bit his shoulder.
"Don't bite!" He reprimanded and rolled them again so that she was on top of him. Evie laughed and he found how easy it was to smile back. Her long hair made a curtain to hide their faces from the dim light and he stared at her in the dark.
"Who was that guy?" She asked and he shook his head.
"No clue. Probably someone else infatuated with Katherine. She had so many enraptured by her."
"I have got to meet this girl."
Damon snorted. "She'd probably like you."
"He was in my house." She said quietly.
"Yes, I know. We'll work on how to keep unwanted vampires out. I'm sure there's a spell for that."
She smirked. "Like an app for that?"
"Shut up." Damon scoffed and smiled at her laughter. "Besides, your Gran likes me and would be sorely disappointed if I stopped coming by."
"Ugh, I hate you." Evie her head thumping against his chest.
"No, you don't." He said smugly. "I'm your bestie."
"Oh, shut up, Count Dorkula."
Damon snickered and she tried not to smile.
"You know this is probably a bad idea." She said to him and then shrugged. "But I've been making a lot of bad decisions lately." She rolled off of him and snuggled down in the sheets.
"Go to sleep." He told her when she yawned. He rolled over and put his arm around her.
"Didn't take you for a cuddler."
He snorted when she moved closer for warmth. "One time. Now shut up and sleep."
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