I am so so so sorry. Between project and exam I really had no time to write the chapters. I know this is very small one, but I promise I will post the next chapter as soon as possible. May be we could kill Mikael in the next chapter.

Damon was sitting in the living room of the boarding house with his brother, a glass of perfect mixture of bourbon and blood in his hand. He was absorbing his brother, looking for the changes he brought with him after his 'trip' with Klaus. He hated that guy, but he was grateful that he managed to fix his brother. But that doesn't mean he was going to back off from his plans.

If things go according their plans, then Mikael would be in town soon, and they can get rid of Klaus for once and for all. Elena was their top most priority. He might not be in love with her anymore, but that doesn't mean he would let someone hurt her, the way Klaus was doing.

But his only concern was about Arabelle. If things go according to the plan, he would never be able to face her for eternity. Not only that, she might as well kill them all, for all he knew. What annoyed and confused him the most was he could not pin point his feelings for her. But one thing was clear, what he felt for her was stronger than what he felt for Elena.

Stefan looked at him with an apologetic expression on his face.

Damon frowned, "Spit it, baby brother"

"I—" he was cut off by the shrill ring of the door bell.

"I'll get that" Damon said and rose up from the couch.

Damon knew from Stefan's expression that he was not going to like whatever awaited him. He walked toward the door at human speed, glass in hand. Opening the door he practical tripped on his own foot as he saw who was on the other side of the door.

Arabelle.

"Hi" she said slowly, nearly inaudible to human ears.

He just stared at her. He knew very well that he shouldn't be doing this, staring at Klaus' sister the way he had been, would only make matters worse. He could not look at her like this when he was planning her brother's death. He almost felt guilty. Almost. But not quite.

But he couldn't look away from her. He didn't pay any attention to the surroundings. All he saw was her, ignoring everything, blocking other things from his mind. For a brief moment he thought how it could have been if they were not in the opposite ends of the bridge. He might have taken a chance then.

He heard someone clearing throat from his right side. Cursing silently at whoever broke that little moment he got with her, he looked at his right. The blonde girl smiled at him that was somewhere between hostility and amusement.

"Who are you?" Damon asked the girl.

But the answer came from Arabelle. "She's my sister. Rabekah"

Damon raised his eyebrows, how many siblings did she have? But he knew the answer. According to Elena, who knew from Elijah, there were six Mikaelsons. But he said that Klaus has killed them. Well, except Elijah, who was not with him, and Arabelle, who was always with him. But there standing in front of him was the sister who was supposed to be dead. So, there was more to the story than it seemed.

Life in Mystic Falls was getting more interesting than ever.

"Would you mind…?" Arabelle trailed off with as she gestured him to move aside. Damon moved aside. Arabelle entered the boarding house followed by Rabekah.

'What the hell?', he thought. He looked at them both questioningly. What was she doing here? In his house?

"Niklaus is not in town and we have no place to stay. So, Stefan offered us to stay here." Arabelle said, "Until we find an apartment for rent, of course"

Damon blinked. What?!

It was difficult enough to always think about her, now he has to be with her in the same house? Under the same roof?

Damn.

Just then Stefan joined them, with a smile to both girls. "That's what I was going to say to you earlier" he said sheepishly.

Damon crossed his hands across his chest, "Yeah, you told me of our impending guests hours ago"

He didn't mean that to come that much harsh, but he was internally happy and the only way for his baby brother to not see right through him was sarcasm. 'What can I say? Sarcasm is my middle name'.

But Stefan ignored him. Seriously?!. "Your rooms are upstairs. I already tidied them and you can stay as long as you wish"

Damon scoffed, but he was grinning internally.

It's been two days since Arabelle came to the boarding house with Rabekah. She was avoiding every run in with the elder Salvatore as possible as she could. But she could not avoid him forever. She knew that very well. But she could not trust herself when she was around him. Life was little less messier before she met Damon, but she was glad she did. Rabekah has been asking her questions about her being 'busy' whenever Damon entered the scene. She possibly suspected the 'tension' that was obviously there between Arabelle and Damon. But she was glad that Rabekah was shutting her big mouth.

But she could not keep pushing her luck. She might take on the fact any time. Rabekah has this annoying sense of 'lie detector' in her brain. Arabelle wanted it to be Niklaus to know about this first. Until then she must keep lying to her sister.

With these thoughts in mind, Arabelle went down the stairs to the living room. Stefan and Rabekeh were out. Rabekah to school and Stefan was God-knows-where. Damon was in the house, that was why she kept herself in the bedroom. But she knew she has to get out of the room sooner or later. So she decided to go down, praying the spirits that nothing should go uncomfortable.

But all hell broke loose when she saw him in the living room, on the couch, with a glass of what looked like scotch with blood. She debated whether or not to join him. After what seemed like hours, she took a step forward.

"Finally" Damon said, she could practically hear his smirk.

"Hello to you too, Mr. Salvatore" Arabelle replied half sarcastically and half amusedly.

"Rabekah said you were busy" Damon said casually, nothing giving him away.

If only he knows. "Yes, I was reading some ancient Greek books" Arabelle said, lying through her teeth.

Damon raised his eyebrows as he looked at her. "You didn't go to school today?" he asked as he went to the bar and poured himself another glass of scotch and looked at her. "Scotch?"

Arabelle nodded.

He soon returned to the couch and handed her the glass. Sitting beside her, he took a sip from his glass.

Arabelle took a sip of the scotch and said, "I decided to take a day off"

"Good for you." Damon whispered against her right ear.

Arabelle didn't sense him moving near her until he said those words. It sent shivers through her spine. Her skin felt like tingling and her breathing labored. Between those moments, Damon took her glass from her hand and placed their glasses on the table beside them. She slowly turned her head to look at him. He was so close to her. His scotch filled breathes brushing her lips.

And then he kissed her.

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