Chapter 13
December 5th, 2009
Damon woke to an odd sound, his eyes fluttering open. Through the slivers of light coming out from behind his dark heavy curtains, he could see blonde hair and an arm slung across his chest.
Evelyn was sleeping deeply, a light snore emitting from her mouth. He rolled his eyes. Of course, she snored. At least it wasn't too annoying or loud. She must have been very tired to be snoring at all because he didn't remember hearing her do it all the nights, he had visited her before. She had to have been exhausted.
Very gently and almost without his knowledge, he ran his thumb across her sleep warm cheek. She muttered something, the snoring stopping as she frowned lightly.
"...no..." She mumbled and pressed her face against his side. He groaned lightly.
What had they done? Was she going to expect a relationship out of him now? He didn't do relationships. He wanted Katherine for that.
He heard the change in her breathing when she started to wake up and she slowly lifted her head. She blinked at her surroundings for a second before her eyes landed on him, staring at him drowsily for a second.
"Morning, sleeping beauty." He said first.
"Ugh." She groaned and pulled the sheet over her head, rolling away from him as he smirked.
Teasingly, he tugged at the sheet. "Still not a morning person?"
"No." Came the muffled reply and he chuckled. "What time is it?"
"About seven or so."
"Fantastic."
Evie sat up with the sheet around her torso and slid off the bed to begin searching for clothes to put back on. Damon sat up against the headboard, watching her lazily.
"Where are you going?" He asked her, almost confused. Did she regret it and was running away?
"Home." She stated simply, her voice gave no indication that she was upset.
"So...Is that it?"
She paused and looked at him. "What do you mean "is that it"?" She asked sharply, narrowing her eyes.
"I didn't mean anything bad by it." He rolled his eyes. "No regrets? You're not running away?"
Evie rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't have done it if I didn't want-Shut up! Don't look so smug." She scowled as he smirked. Shaking her head, she went back to looking for her clothing.
So, she didn't expect a relationship?
Silence fell again and he wasn't sure why it bothered him. Or why it bothered him that she was leaving.
"Hey."
"What?" She asked, bending over to grab her discarded underwear.
"Come here."
She looked over her shoulder at him in confusion.
"What?"
He beckoned her with a finger and warily she came over. He leaned back against the pillows. She was even more confused now and that made her hesitant to move.
"Did you mean it? When you said you don't regret it?"
"Yes." She nodded her head, understanding his questioning now and sat on the bed. "But I shouldn't stay."
He didn't want her to go just yet and he was, after all, Damon Salvatore and he was very good at seduction.
"Stay, my Eves." He cupped the back of her head and pulled her down to him gently. "Stay." He kissed her slowly, reeling her in. His hand slid under the sheet and up her bare thigh. Her skin heated where he touched her, and she swallowed. "Eves."
It was a very bad idea, but she had already made the decision to sleep with him. And honestly saw nothing wrong with it. Just two people getting out frustration.
"Fine." She agreed with a roll of her eyes and let him pull her back down. "But I get the shower first." He rolled his eyes.
December 13th, 2009
Damon stood outside of Evelyn's front door. The girl was sitting in the middle of the foyer, her spell book across her lap and her hands hovering over it. He watched with fascination as her hands glowed pink. The wind picked up slightly and blew her hair around.
Evie glanced up from her lap, opening her eyes. "Try now."
He took a step and found that he couldn't enter. "Yep, I'm blocked." She nodded and looked down at her book again. "Unblock me." She ignored him. "Let me in, Eves." She leaned down again, her skin tight tank top showing off her cleavage to him. Tease. "Come on."
"Would you hang on? I'm reading." She shushed him and he rolled his eyes. "You're such a baby. You not going to freeze."
"No, but you are." He said casually and she saw where his eyes were. On her chest. She scowled.
"I need either some of your blood or three strands of your hair." She stated and stood up, crossing her arms and barring his view of her.
"Three?" He inquired, lust momentarily forgotten as he lifted an eyebrow in curiosity.
"It's specific." She nodded. "Blood is more potent, but three hairs equal that." Shrugging, he made to bite into his wrist. Evie waved a hand at him and he paused. "Not yet. I have to make the bag."
"What?"
She rolled her eyes. "This spell was made from various objects. I have to make a bag in order to specify who can enter my house. Even if Gran invites a vampire in accidently, they can't enter without giving up blood or hair."
"Good." He nodded and then frowned. "But humans can still get in."
Evie nodded. "This is just for vampires, I guess." She grabbed a box and drug it over to her, pulling odds and ends out and putting them into a cloth bag. Once she was done, she stood up and came over to him, opening the bag and thrusting her arm over the threshold.
"Blood or hair." She commanded. Damon bit into his wrist and held it over the opening in the bag. Blood dripped into the bag and she had to look away for a second before closing it up. "Try now."
He didn't need to be told twice. In seconds, he was inside, hauling her against him and kicking the door shut.
"You are such a child." She snorted and then gasped sharply as he backed her into a wall.
"You were making me wait." He growled and tugged on her hair, tilting her head back. "That wasn't very nice." He attacked her mouth in a hungry impatience.
She tried to wiggle away, and he pulled back slightly to drag his lips up to her ear. She shivered at the sensation.
"Come on, my Eves. I need you." He whispered lowly, the evidence of his need for her hard against her thigh. Evie ground her hips against his.
Smirking, he hauled her tighter to him.
"Make it quick. Gran will be back soon."
He zipped them upstairs and had her top and pants off and flung into a corner seconds before her back hit the mattress.
Evie gripped his back as he nipped and sucked down her neck, leaving little reddening marks on her skin. He slipped his hands underneath her and unhooked her bra, pulling it down before capturing a nipple in his hot mouth, sucking harshly. Evelyn moaned and arched her back, making him smirk against her skin. He released her breast with a wet pop and moved on to the next one, one of his hands trailing down below her belly button. She dug her nails into his back as his fingers teased up and down her inner thighs, making her whine when he didn't touch her where she wanted him too.
"You want something?" He growled in her ear and she shuddered. "Mm? Tell me." She refused to say anything and he smirked. He ran his fingers up her heat in strong quick motion and she bit her lip to hide a gasp. Damon chuckled. "Come on, Eves. Talk to me."
"No."
He loved it when she fought with him. He smirked wider and nipped at her side and sucked hard, marking her skin. There'd be a bruise later, a reminder of his claim on her.
She groaned and tried to wrap her legs around his waist, her hips rolling against him.
"Talk to me, my Eves." He purred. "You want me to fuck you?" His fingers tugged at her panties, pulling them to the side to run his fingers along her bare slick skin.
"Yes, damn it!"
He flipped her over onto her hands and knees, fingers hooking around her underwear and ripping them off.
"Hey!" She scowled. "Those were my good pair!"
Smirking, he brushed a finger down her spine, and she shivered.
"I'll buy you news ones."
"Oh, no you won't." She protested. "I know what kind you'd get!"
Chuckling, he moved behind her and she gripped the sheets beneath her. He cupped her ass cheek before delivering a sharp smack and she yelped, glaring at him over her shoulder. He smirked at her before pressing himself into her hot core. Evelyn's head dropped down and she moaned.
"Fuck." He cursed, burying his face into her back as he started a steady pace.
Evie clutched at the bedsheets. "Harder." She demanded and he growled, digging his fingers into her hips. Damon snapped his hips into hers, making the headboard whack the wall.
He slid a hand down to tease her clit and she moaned, making him smirk against her back as he built her up. She was clenching around him, so close to completion.
"You like that? You like it when I touch you?" He asked huskily.
She didn't respond and he pulled his fingers away.
"No..." She groaned. "Damn it.."
"Answer me." He demanded, slowing his thrusts.
She chewed her lip, trying her best not to answer.
His lips were at her ear, hands cupping her breasts. "Answer, my Eves...Do you like it when I touch you? When it's my hands on you?"
"Yes." She whispered and he nipped her earlobe.
"What was that?"
"Yes!" She yelled when he sucked on her earlobe. The sensation went waves of pleasure to her core.
Grinning, he kissed the skin behind her ear. "Good girl." His hand slid back down between her thighs as he started thrusting faster again. Evie moaned and rocked back against him. "Come for me, my Eves." He said seductively. "Come around my cock." She cried out, clenching around him and he came soon after, pressing his face into her back.
"..Hey there Delilah, you be good and don't you miss me.
Two more years and you'll be done with school and I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you, we can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah, here's to you, this one's for you
Ohh, it's what you do to me, ohh, it's what you do to me
Ohh, it's what you do to me, ohh, it's what you do to me
What you do to me
Ohhh..."
Damon opened his eyes and glanced over at Evie when she had finished. It never ceased to amaze him how talented she was with the guitar and her voice was pleasant and comforting. Hell, her mere presence was comforting at some levels, levels he really didn't want to admit he had.
The girl was writing something on a music sheet she had on her nightstand, her tongue sticking out of her mouth in concentration. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a shirt that was much too big on her. Her comfort clothes, but it was all Evie.
"Stop staring." She said without looking at him. "It's creepy." He smirked and turned his head to glance elsewhere.
"Couldn't help it."
He felt her foot smack his side and he smirked.
"Shut up."
Tossing her hair over her shoulder, Evie started to put her guitar away and the music sheets.
"So..." She began, frowning slightly. "John Gilbert's journal might tell where the grimoire is?"
He nodded slowly, turning his gaze on her ceiling.
Evie tilted her head. "Do you think you can trust Stefan?"
"Didn't you make a speech to me about trusting him?" He arched an eyebrow and she shrugged.
"What do I know? I don't have siblings." She retorted and he rolled his eyes with a snort. "Can you trust him to keep his word?"
"At the moment? I don't know." He shrugged. "He seemed genuine last night. Very adamant about me leaving with Katherine."
"You're going to get just her out, right?" She questioned, eyeing him suspiciously. "Not the others."
He scoffed. "Yes, just her."
"Good." She muttered and stifled a yawn.
He moved up the bed to claim the pillow next to her. "You should come with me to talk to Elena and Stefan in the morning."
"Why?"
He lifted his head to smirk at her. "We're going to announce our partnership."
She smacked him with another pillow. "Seriously?"
"Seriously." He nodded, taking the pillow from her and shoving it under his head with the other one. "Stefan and Elena can be partners and so can we." Evie eyed him for a second before pulling the chain on the lamp and plunging them into darkness. "The more people helping the better."
"Right." She nodded. "Just tell them I volunteered. That I want you gone too. Stefan will get that." She smirked at him and he stuck his tongue out at her childishly.
"You'd miss me and my amazing sex skills." His hand slid up her thigh. "Speaking of..." His fingers brushed her hip bare hip as he slid his hand under her shorts.
She smacked his hand. "Knock it off. I need sleep."
"Fine." He said dramatically and she smirked before clicking the light off and rolling up under the covers.
December 14th, 2009
"Geez. My eyes! You didn't say people would be naked." Evie scowled when she entered the room and Damon smirked at her from the end of the bed.
"Well we could be-"
"Don't finish that sentence, Salvatore." She warned him and he shrugged.
"Just a thought."
"A perverted one."
Elena sighed irritably at the vampire perched at the end of the bed. "What do you want, Damon? And why did you ask Evelyn to come over?"
"Well, seeing as we are all on the same team, I thought I'd even up the partnering. You and Stefan, me and Eves." The couple glanced at her.
Evie rolled her eyes and shrugged. "I figured the more helping him, the faster he'll leave town." She told them and Elena nodded.
"We're besties." Damon spoke up and Elena snorted in disbelief.
The blond pointed a finger at him. "No." She told him firmly. "Just partners for a brief amount of time."
He patted the bed. "Sit."
"No. I'm good." Evie stated.
He shrugged and turned back to face Stefan and Elena.
"We have very important business to discuss."
"And it has to be right now?" Elena snapped.
"Well we have lots to do, now that we're all friends, and working toward a common goal." Damon smirked and stood up. "So, in order to open the tomb, we need to find the journal to get the grimoire to undo the spells. First things first, since you are Elena Gilbert, you're on journal duty."
"Since when am I helping?" She asked.
"Well, Stefan's helping, and you've taking up residence in Stefan's bed ergo..."
"You don't have to do anything that you don't want to do." Stefan told her and then looked at Evie. "Either of you."
"Um, I'm voting to kick his ass out of town and anything that will speed that up, I volunteer for." The blonde stated and Damon winked at her over his shoulder and she snorted.
"I'll look for it tonight." Elena said and dove back under the sheets.
Stefan frowned. "How do we know that this journal will hold the location of the grimoire?"
"Well, stalker pretty much said so." Evie spoke up. "It's a lead isn't it?"
"True, but he seemed like a dimwit."
"A dimwit that spilled the beans." She explained. "Anyway, it's worth a shot, right?"
Elena sat back up, slapping the sheet down. "What is a grimoire anyway?"
"A witch's spell book." Evie informed her. "It's got all the witch's spells inside. Every kind that they cast is unique so that made a note of it."
"In other words," Damon stated, moving to lean over Evie, his chin resting on her shoulder. "A cookbook." She elbowed him in the stomach.
"Right."
Stefan frowned. "What about our mystery vampire? Dimwit obviously wasn't working alone, so whoever's out there knows who we are."
"And I don't like that disadvantage," Damon nodded. "So..." He clapped his hands. "Chop, chop." He turned to leave the room, draping an arm around Evie's shoulders and dragging her with him. "Come on, partner." She scowled and tried to get away. "You know I really like this whole foursome vibe we've got going. It's got a kink to it." He said to the room.
"Now, I'm even more weirded out, thanks." The girl grumbled.
"Don't screw it up." He sang and pulled Stefan's door shut.
Evie rolled her eyes and followed him down the steps. "Seriously? A little warning would have been appreciated." Damon suddenly turned backed her into a wall and put his hands on either side of her head, to keep her from running. Her eyes widened comically, and he snickered, leaning his head close to hers.
"Wouldn't have been as fun."
She scowled. "You are such an asshole."
"You like it."
"Oh, shut up and get off me."
"So who is he?"
Evie raised an eyebrow at Caroline. "Who?"
"The guy you're screwing."
The blunt sentence caught her off guard and she started choking on her drink.
The taller blonde made a face as coke was spewed across the table and she quickly tossed a napkin on the mess. She had come to eat a late lunch with Evie after her swim practice. Caroline was going out of town to visit her dad for a while so this was their time to talk.
After her coughing fit was under her control, Evie cleared her throat. "...I'm not seeing anyone."
"Liar. I can tell. You're more relaxed than usual. So who is he? Anyone I know?"
Evie rolled her eyes. "I'm not seeing anyone. Honest."
Caroline gave her a skeptical look. "Keep your secrets then."
"Whatever you say, Care."
Evelyn went into the locker room after Caroline, wrapping a towel around her body as she walked to her locker. As usual she was the last one in. Fighting with her beat up locker, she wrenched it open and froze. A single red rose was lying on her books and a note was attached to it. Slowly, she reached out and picked it up. She flipped the card up and nearly dropped the entire thing.
Inside it read:
Roses are red, Violets are blue, your mother was beautiful and so are you.
Frowning, she shoved both the flower and the card into her backpack and hastily pulled her school clothes back on.
She stepped out of the locker room and spotted Damon.
"It's about time." He commented and she rolled her eyes.
"What are you up to?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to tell you that I'll be at Elena's tonight."
Evie nodded. "Okay, and?"
"Thought you might want to come too. Hang out."
She snorted. "No, thanks. I've got something I'd doing tonight."
"Something or someone?" He smirked and she used her powers to pull the chair out from under him. "How rude!"
Evelyn hitched her backpack up higher. "I don't do dinner parties. I didn't like the last one I was invited too."
"I often forget how antisocial you really are."
"Shut up." She scoffed and frowned. "What else? You could have just text me."
"Can I trust them? Stefan and Elena?"
"Didn't we talk about this last night?" She frowned and came to sit down next to him on the other chair. "I don't really know." She replied honestly, shrugging her shoulders. "I don't think they'd try to screw you over, but I don't know either of them that well. Elena and I grew up together that's true, but we've never ever been close. I'm not sure what to tell you, Damon. You know Stefan better than I do. I can't really say if you can trust them or not."
Damon contemplated what she said before sighing. "Yeah me neither." He tilted his head. "Can I trust you?" He wasn't asking her directly and she met his eyes.
"You have to decide that too. I can tell you to trust me, but it might be a lie. I could ask you the same thing, but I'm not looking for answer right now." She replied. "Is that why you're going to Elena's? Trust issues?"
"Something like that." He nodded and then stood up. "I'll text you later." He zoomed off and she shook her head.
"When did I become your therapist?" She muttered and left the gym.
"Can I trust him?" Damon asked again, peering into her eyes.
Elena frowned. "I'm wearing Vervain, Damon. It's not going to work."
He frowned at her. "I'm not compelling you. I just want you to answer me. Honestly."
"Of course, you can." she said simply and turned away.
He stared at her, wishing he could fully trust her.
"Do you think she was being sincere?"
"I don't know! Stop asking me questions." Evie muttered into her phone, setting up her photos on the plain white wall. Like an artist would, photographers got a chance to show off their skills in a gallery held every two weeks. This time, Evie put her name on the list.
"Where are you? Why are you whispering?"
"At a gallery." She said looked over her shoulder, but no one was in her part of the building yet. Most of the local artists were painters and model makers.
"Like an art gallery? Are you showing off your photos?" He frowned. "Why didn't you tell me? I would have gone."
"You and I both know that you've got to figure this out. Only you can decide if you can trust someone."
"When do they close?"
"I don't know. Focus. You can tell when someone is lying...most of the time and so only you can determine that."
"Right. Most of those places close at eleven."
"Hey, are you even listening to me anymore? I'm pretty sure you're going to look suspicious being on your phone all the time. Stop calling me and act normally."
He snorted. "Ah, I care about you too." He smirked.
"I didn't say that." She huffed.
"Kiss kiss." He said loudly when Elena came back into the kitchen. "I'll see you later."
"You are so annoying!"
He hung up and Elena raised an eyebrow.
"Who was that?"
"Somebody."
She shook her head. "Trust breeds trust, Damon. You have to give it to get it."
"Are you lecturing me?"
"Do you need to be lectured?" She gave him a haughty look.
"I just want her back. I'm sure you can understand that."
"I can understand that you would do anything for her, yes."
He moved closer to her. "Then you understand what I will do if anyone gets in my way." He said lowly. Elena only nodded.
"Where's Evie? Thought you were partners with her."
"Jealous?" He smirked.
"She hates you." Elena snorted her back to him. "I highly doubt there is anything to be jealous of."
Damon grinned widely. If only you knew.
"She's busy doing something."
The rest of the night went by in a blur of emotions. Stefan had betrayed him. Even fucking Elena had betrayed him. After getting the journal from Anna, he had figured out where to go only to find his sibling and Elena digging for the book. Of fucking course.
Enraged he had done the only thing he could think of to get to the book, threaten Elena. She may look like Katherine, but she wasn't her. So then he got the book of course. Stefan would risk anything that would harm Elena.
So he took the book and left.
Now Damon didn't know where to go or what to do. He felt betrayed and angry and all kinds of emotions. He had drank so much and now felt drunk on top of the other emotions. Stumbling, he came out of the trees and headed for the large building in front of him.
He had to find the one person who could give him what he needed.
The smell of paint, clay, and other people drifted into his face as he entered through the glass door. There was hardly anyone around.
He found her on the second floor. She was in a little office space, putting things away.
She turned when she saw him come staggering in. Confused, she frowned.
"Damon?"
He pushed her backward, his body forcing her further back without a word. She wanted to ask what he was doing, but he was unbuttoning her flannel shirt rapidly and shoving it off her shoulders to let it pool in the floor, leaving her in a black tank top. His mouth made a searing hot path down her neck, his hands squeezing her sides as his hips pinned her to the wall they had reached.
"What are you doing?"
She was confused at his behavior. It was aggressive and yet not. He seemed confused as well. Then it made sense.
Something had happened to make him upset and Damon didn't do well with distressed emotions. He let out a frustrated groan against her neck as he tugged at her jeans. She could smell alcohol on his breath.
"He lied. Ruined everything."
"Stefan? What's he done?" She asked, but he was shaking his head.
He was clearly fighting the need for comfort of some kind.
Evie ran her nails up his back, harder than she normally would, and he sighed at the little pricks of pain. Sensing what he needed from her, she tangled her hand in his hand and used her leg to flip their positions so that he was shoved against the wall. She tugged on his hair to lower his head and kissed him possessively.
He relaxed under her hands and she jerked on his shirt in a silent command. He tossed it off with his jacket and she unzipped his jeans, pushing them down and freeing his already hard erection. She wrapped a hand around him, squeezing tightly.
Damon groaned and his head fell back against the wall. "Fuck."
She wasn't sure what had happened, but it had upset him to the point that he needed what he perceived as comfortable norm. Which apparently was sex. He was still hesitant, obviously waiting for permission.
"Okay, fuck me." She nodded. He launched himself at her as soon as the words left her mouth, lifting her so that her legs went around his waist and he zipped with her over to the table in the corner.
He unzipped her jeans, taking them off her.
"Off." He growled at her, talking about her tank top. "Want to see you."
She tossed the item of clothing into the floor before she took her bra off too.
He palmed her breasts before kissing down between them, going lower and lower until he was nuzzling her hip and hooking a finger around her panties, ripping them away.
"You need to stop ripping my underwear. I'm going to run out." She panted as he caressed her thighs. He had his head on her naked thigh and it was sending little prickles of desire through her body.
"Good. Don't need them." He muttered against her skin, before inhaling her scent. "You smell so damn good." He growled and ran his fingers up her slick center. She bit her lip to stifle a cry of pleasure. "And you're so wet for me."
Evie, tugged at his arm, trying to get him to come back up. "Yeah, well I thought that was why you were going to fuck me."
He lifted his head and grabbed her thighs, spreading her wider and he entered her in one smooth thrust. He took her hard and fast, pounding into her as a way of getting out frustration. She yelped as he flipped her around, taking her from behind instead as he screwed her against the table. He came with a rough groan, slowing his thrusts a bit. He slid out of her and she tried to catch her breath.
Evie slid off the table on wobbly legs, pulling her jeans on. Damon stood there with a lost expression on his face.
She turned to him and sighed. "I'm sorry, I should have been there. Let's go home, okay?" She murmured. "I have to take my photos home." He nodded, face still blank. "I'll be back." She picked up her flannel and tied it around her waist before going out the door.
She walked down the hall to the wall she had put pictures up on and sighed. What was he doing here? He was clearly buzzed and off kilter. She was just glad no one else was around to hear what had happened.
Evie put her phone to her ear and dialed Stefan's number.
"What the hell happened tonight, Stefan?"
"He can't bring her back, Evie." He told her about the events and she shook her head when he was done.
"That's messed up." She said.
"Yeah, but Elena's okay-"
"No, not that." She scowled. "What you did. I told him to talk to you because I thought for some reason that you were a decent person."
He sighed. "I know, but he can't Evie. You have to understand...Katherine and Damon will tear this town apart. He cannot bring her back. You're not still wanting to help him, are you?"
"Well, who has the grimoire?"
"Damon does."
"Then I think we know the answer to that." Evie muttered. "I'm sorry if that puts us at odds, but I promised to help him and I'm not backing out." She hung up and started to take down the first photo.
"It's good." Damon said from behind her. "Very moody."
"Thanks. That's the look I was going for." She quipped and he snorted.
"You stood up for me." He sound less drunk now.
"Well, somebody has too. You don't have any friends." Evelyn turned her head to smirk at him.
"Can you leave it for tomorrow?"
"No, someone might take them. There was a creepy guy here earlier and he-"
In a few seconds everything was off the wall and stacked neatly in the box. She blinked for a moment and then surged. "Oookay. Time to go then."
"What creepy guy? Pizza guy vampire creepy or ex-boyfriend creepy?" Damon asked, carrying the box of photos towards the elevator.
She frowned. "Well, a little of both I guess. He looked familiar, but I don't know where I've seen him before."
"You all right?"
"Yeah, there was too many people around. I was just glad when he left."
"Not that..." He said quietly and she arched an eyebrow.
"I'm fine. You were upset obviously."
He just nodded.
They got off the elevator and went out the front door of the studio. Evie followed after Damon, waving at the security guard.
They crossed the parking lot and got into the last car in the parking lot.
"Smells like old ladies."
"Don't let my Gran hear you. She adores you for some reason."
"I'm charming." He grinned.
"Not the word I'd use." She countered and he snickered.
"Sorry I missed the big event. I didn't get my invite."
"I didn't invite anyone. This was for me." She said.
Damon turned his head to look at her. "Can we stop for a drink?"
"Uh, that's a no." She scoffed. "You still smell like a bar. Let's not."
He groaned and pressed his head to the window of the car. "It's his fault. All of it. The reason Katherine is in there."
Evie turned to glance at him as they sat at the red light. He was staring unseeingly out the window, lost in thought. "Tell me." She said quietly.
He was silent for a moment, collecting his thoughts before saying: "We both knew what she was. She told us and let us see her real self. Separately obviously." He said she snorted.
"Thanks for the clarification. I didn't need the threesome imagery."
"You liked it." He smirked and she rolled her eyes.
"Just continue."
"Anyway, the town was getting antsy. The bodies that were hidden were found and they knew of a vampire's existence. Stefan and I promised each other, not to tell our father. Dear old dad, one of the biggest bigots in town." He remarked dryly before continuing. "Stefan told him about her in hopes that he'd understand. That we had come to love her. He was an idiot. No sooner had he spilled the beans than the townsfolk and our father came down on her. He vervained her and locked her away."
"And then?"
"We attempted to rescue her and ended up being shot by our own father. Woke up in transition and the rest is history." Damon said and Evie got the feeling there was more to it but she didn't push it. He was already angry enough.
"Wow, so he was a tattletale."
Damon snorted, but appreciated the humor. "Yeah."
He was silent the rest of the drive home.
As she towel-dried her hair, Evelyn reflected that it really hadn't been the smartest idea to get involved with Damon. The sex was great and the no-strings meant that he didn't go out of his way to be romantic, which suited her just fine. No, the problem was...He was Damon. A vampire. A dangerous vampire at that and he had a girlfriend. Albeit one that was trapped in a tomb underground, but a girlfriend nevertheless.
Evie sighed to herself. She was going to miss him when he left. She thought of him like a friend...sort of... He bothered the hell out of her nine times out of ten, but still she'd miss him. She had to get him out of town pronto. He was becoming too familiar. That would be a mistake. She already admitted to herself that she'd miss him but becoming familiar with someone meant she would be upset if he left. She would not be upset of he left. Nope, not one single bit. He could leave right now and she wouldn't give two flying flips. She was a complete liar.
And she was starting to trust him. She couldn't do that. She couldn't fall for him. She wouldn't.
Evie gently ran her fingers through his soft raven hair, neither of them speaking. He was lying so that his head was resting on her chest and the rest of him lying almost on top of her. She gently scratched his scalp with her nails every once and a while, and he gave out a very soft contented purr, sounding almost like a cat. He relaxed against her.
"I just didn't think she'd lie to me."
"Elena?" She asked and he nodded. "Well, she probably listened to Stefan. You know, technically you have a right to hold a grudge. I mean he got her caught and trapped." She paused. "They shouldn't have lied to you. I should have been there to help, but you didn't tell me your plans either. I just empathized with the dark one. Wow."
Damon buried his face into her chest again. "I just wanted the journal."
"Well, you've got the grimoire now." She told him. "So I can scan over it tomorrow and see what I need to do. We'll open the tomb and get her out."
He glanced up at her. Her eyes were closed, minutes away from falling asleep and really studied her. She wasn't lying, she wasn't trying to shut him up. She meant every word. He felt warmth in his chest again. Elena, the Katherine look-a-like, was beautiful and different from Katherine in her own way. But Evelyn...She was like no other girl he had known. She wasn't a doppelganger or a face from the past. She was...just Evie. And she wanted to help him.
It was strange because there was no compulsion or manipulation to help him, she just volunteered. He still couldn't wrap his head around it.
"Should have told me. I would have come to your photo thing."
"Go to sleep." She told him and he raised his head to look at her.
"I would have." He insisted. "Tell me next time."
Sleepily, she smiled. "Sure." She muttered and fell asleep. Damon moved so that he was lying next to her and pulled the blanket up under her chin. She didn't move. He glanced around the room and spotted something sticking out of her backpack that was next to the bed. he opened the bag and took hold of the object that was sticking up, frowning at the rose. A card fell to the floor and he stretched to get at it without disturbing Evie. The human girl mumbled in her sleep when he moved and rolled away from him, lying on her stomach.
Damon picked up the card, eyes scanning over the words.
"The hell?" He said under his breath. "Who gave you this?"
Evie's phone began ringing and she reached out for it.
"Ugh, what? I just went to bed." She said into the phone and then Damon heard Stefan talking rapidly. "What?" She sat up and turned the light on. "What do you mean she's gone?"
Evie frowned and then turned to Damon. "Who the hell is Anna?"
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