Okay, so what did everyone think of Leslie's reply to Damon in Chapter 15? I figured that since Damon isn't telling her that he's the crow. It's only fair for Leslie to keep her identity a secret from him, as well. Besides, Leslie still doesn't trust him that much and they barely became friends.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries or any of its original characters.
Chapter 16
(Stefan's POV) Bet you didn't expect Stefan, right? ;)
I was walking inside Elena and Leslie's house when suddenly, Leslie appeared at the top the stairs. When she saw me she smiled and yelled,"hey, big bro! What's up?" She ran down the stairs and came toward me. Before she could reach me, Damon suddenly appeared directly behind her. She instantly turned and said, "Damon, what..." Before she could continue, Damon grabbed her and spun her, so she was staring directly at me. Then he moved her hair away from her face and bit viciously into her throat. The last thing Leslie was able to say was, "Stefan" before she collapsed to the floor dead.
I jerked up from my sleep and noticed Damon staring at me with a smug smile on his face. When I glared at him he just smirked and said.
"Bad dream?"
I didn't respond and he just smiled.
"Do you know how easy it was to get into your head just now? You really need some human blood. It might even level the playing field. Football reference. Too soon?"
I glared at him and raced to pick up a knife from a nearby table and throw it at his chest. How could he be such a... I couldn't even think of an appropriate word to call him. After everything that Leslie did for him, he still had thoughts of hurting her. Leslie had decided to trust him and become his friend and he didn't care.
Even after she told him that she's sick. How could he still have malicious thoughts about her? She told him she has a very rare disease. If it's rare then there probably isn't that much medication or treatments for her. What if one day Damon made her so angry that she ended up in the hospital or something worse? I wonder how he would be able to live with himself if he did that to her. He wouldn't, because I knew what I would do if that ever did happen. I would kill him and not think twice about it.
Leslie was the first human that had completely understood me and not judged me for who I am. I had told her everything about me, even about the darkest things I had done in my life. All the innocent people I had murdered and killed. Leslie hadn't looked at me with disgust or judgement it was more compassion than anything else. Leslie was like the little sister I never had and I would do anything to keep her and Elena safe.
Also, based on the kick I received, being her enemy wouldn't be a very smart choice. Something told me that it was better to just stay on her good side. There was just something about her that said, make me mad and you'll regret it. She seemed to have this aura of... power? I wasn't quite sure what it was, but it was just something that made you want to stay out of her way and respect her.
Damon then looked down at the knife I had thrown at him and pulled it out. Then he smiled and said.
"Alright I deserved that, but I just wanted to let you know they caught the culprit. The animal responsible for killing 'Kool-Aid man' and all those people."
I simply stared at him in confusion. What animal? As far as I knew, the only animal attacking people around here was him. Also, did he just use Leslie's nickname for Coach Tanner? Leslie was definitely not going to like that when she found out. She didn't like 'saying stealers'. I just stared at him and replied.
"What are you talking about?"
"It was a mountain lion, a really big one. It attacked a hunter this morning it's all over the news. Deadly beast captured. All's well in Mystic Falls."
Before I could reply, I heard the front door slam open. Then suddenly Leslie stepped inside the room and said with a smirk.
"Was the deadly beast by any chance a conceited moron named Damon Salvatore?"
She gave me a smile and then turned to look at Damon. She just smirked at him and said.
"Guess not, since he's still here and not locked in a cage."
Then she pretended to be shocked and said with fake surprise.
"Unless... Damon is so in love with himself that he got a life-sized poster board made."
I suppressed a laugh and then she moved and poked him were the knife had stabbed him. She smiled and said sarcastically.
"Nope, this is the real thing. Dang, and I had some really good jokes to tell you Stefan. Well I guess I'll just tell them later. I don't want to be rude and be talking about him while he's standing in the room."
He frowned and she just started laughing. Then she said.
"So anyways, where's my car?"
I simply stared at her in question. Did she walk all the way here? Her house was all the way on the other side of town! I frowned and asked.
"Leslie, how did you get here? Don't tell me you walked all the way here?"
She just stared at me like I was some sort of moron. Then she laughed and said.
"Course not, my cousin Danny dropped me off."
I stared at her in surprise and said.
"I didn't hear a car."
She just smiled and said.
"You weren't supposed to."
Strange girl, and I didn't know she had a cousin. I wonder why I hadn't heard about him before. Then Damon moved closer to her with a smile on his face and said.
"What, no good morning kiss?"
She just grinned and said.
"Sure, would you prefer to kiss my fist or my foot?"
He just smiled at her and asked sarcastically.
"Not a morning person?"
She just sighed heavily and I could easily tell she was tired. Then I studied her more carefully and noticed that her eyes seemed to be a dark shade of green. They weren't her normal brilliant emerald color. She appeared to be kinda pale and weak as well. She looked like she hadn't slept in days. Why though? What on earth happened after we left? Instead of answering him, Leslie just moved and sat on the seat across from me. She closed her eyes and said tiredly.
"I haven't slept, smart one. Elena kept me up all night. She would wake up nearly every hour screaming about Kool-Aid man."
She then turned to glare at him and said.
"And I have none other than the deadly beast named Damon, to thank for that. So, thank you very much."
He just smirked at her and said .
"You're quite welcome. Any time you need me, I'm here for you."
She then glared at him and said.
"Get out."
He raised his eyebrows in surprise and replied.
"This is my house. You can't just kick me out."
She just smiled and said.
"How much you wanna bet I can?"
I smiled and said.
"I would definitely love to see that."
Leslie just turned to smile at me and said sarcastically.
"Great, not only will I get to kick someone's ass so early in the morning. I will also serve as amusement for my favorite big bro."
I tried to hide the smile on my face, but failed. She just grinned and said.
"Hey, I don't care if you make fun of me. At least I know that even though I feel like crud, I'm still fun."
At that I frowned, she was obviously not well. Her posture and expression showed that she was either sick or extremely tired. I was leaning more on the sick side. Did lack of sleep cause her disease to worsen? Did her symptoms increase when she didn't sleep well? She took me out of my thoughts when she asked Damon.
"So Damon, why did you get so scared all of a sudden? I thought Damon Salvatore feared no one and took orders from no one."
He frowned and said.
"I'm not scared."
She just laughed and replied.
"Of course, you're not."
He glared at her and replied.
"Why do you think I'm scared?"
She just closed her eyes and said.
"Answer me this, ..."
He smirked and said.
"This."
I glared at him, while she just smiled and said.
"Smart ass."
Other than that, she just decided to ignore him and keep her eyes closed. He was obviously waiting for her to continue, but when she didn't. He easily began to get annoyed. So, he sped and moved to stand directly in front of her with his back to me. I moved and was about to shove him away from her. When suddenly, she was standing directly between us and said to me.
"Chill, he won't do anything."
Damon instantly turned around and stared at her wide eyed. I merely blinked and said.
"How did you do that?"
She had moved so fast that I had barely been able to register her movement. She merely smiled and replied.
"Let's just say that Damon's beginning to get on my nerves."
I instantly began to panic. I had heard from Damon that when her symptoms kicked in, she lost control. What if Damon made her angry again and something bad happened? What on earth would I tell Elena? How would I explain myself? Leslie seemed to know what I was thinking because she instantly smiled and said.
"Don't worry, I have my emotions in check. Being annoyed is not that same as being pissed off. Right now, I'm a long way from being pissed off."
She then grinned and turned to look at Damon and said.
"Trust me, it's gonna take more than your annoying joke of an older brother to get under my skin today."
Damon simply smirked at her and said.
"Oh, really... and why is that?"
She just rolled her eyes and said.
"Because I've turned off my emotions for the day."
I simply stared at her in shock. She could turn off her emotions? She could actually do that? I had never met a human that was able to turn off their emotions. That wasn't possible, only vampires had the ability to turn off their humanity and emotions. That usually drove them to become real monsters, just like I had been when I first turned. I studied her curiously and said.
"You can do that?"
She merely replied.
"Yep."
She was obviously not going to say more, so I pressed on and asked.
"Would you mind elaborating?"
I really wanted to know how she was able to do that. If she was even able to. She just smiled and said.
"Yeah, I would."
She then moved to a desk that was nearby and hopped up to sit on it. After that, she turned and lifted her legs up on the desk and stared out the window. She stayed quiet for a while, but then she smiled and said.
"Anyway, I say you're scared because why in the hell would you cover your tracks? I mean come on, if I did something bad I would at least be man enough to admit it. Hell, there have been several occasions in which I have told on myself, on purpose! What kind of a cool, bad ass vampire does something wrong and then refuses to admit it or step up? That's just weak."
She then turned to smile at him and said.
"I thought you were cool. Guess, I was wrong. You're exactly what I thought you were. You're fake."
She gave a sad sigh and said with a smile.
"What a disappointment."
She was obviously making fun of him, but I did see her point view, somewhat. What I did agree with her on was, why did Damon cover his tracks?
Damon was just staring at her, not saying a word. I thought about what he might be thinking. He was either attempting not to rip her heart out. Or, he was shocked that she had been brave enough to say all of that to his face. Or, maybe, just maybe, he was actually considering what she claimed to be absolutely true. Whatever he was thinking he tried to hide it with a smile and he replied.
"Like I haven't heard that one before. My dear younger brother makes sure I never forget how bad of a role model I am."
I glared at him and said.
"I only state the truth Damon. You're not the type of person someone would admire or look up to. Besides, she asked you a question, so answer her."
I was really curious to know what his response would be. Was he only here to fulfill his promise to make my life hell for the rest of eternity? Was he thinking of staying? If that was his plan, then I knew that there would be major problems and death soon. That wasn't good and I wouldn't allow that to happen. That thought made me feel similar to the way Leslie looked. So, I moved and sat back on the chair I had been sleeping on. I would especially not allow it, now that I had finally found the sense of family with Leslie and Elena. Even their father seemed like a nice guy, sort of.
The first time I met him was after the bonfire, in which Damon had attacked Vickie Donovan. I had showed up at Elena's house in order to apologize for my sudden disappearance. Before I actually knocked, the door swung open. Standing at the door, was a muscular man dressed all in black from head to toe. He was wearing a simple black shirt with black pants and black shoes.
My first thought was that he was somehow related to Leslie and Elena. The similarities between them were so obvious that you would have to be blind to not notice. I guessed that he was either their older brother or a very close cousin. He appeared to be young, maybe in his early twenties. He looked approximately between 20 to 25 years old.
While, Elena's eyes were a beautiful chocolate brown color. He had the same outgoing emerald eyes as Leslie. He had Leslie's same smirk and aura of power. He also had their same olive toned skin color, as well. The differences between them were that he had short, jet black hair up in spikes. While, Leslie and Elena's hair was long and brown. As I studied him, he appeared to be doing the same thing to me. He then leaned against the door frame with a smirk on his face and said.
"Well, what do I have here? The younger Salvatore of course. Stefan, right? Let me guess, you're here to apologize to my daughter."
I stared at him in shock. How did he know who I was? And how did he know I was going to apologize? I had decided to apologize to Elena after my not so pleasant reunion with Damon. Also, did he just say his daughter? Did he mean Elena? Was he her dad? He didn't look like a father. I simply blinked and said.
"Your daughter?"
He looked like he was trying to hold back laughter, but he responded.
"Elena. She's my daughter, of course."
I was sure my mouth was probably hanging open by now. I stared at him and said in a shocked voice.
"Elena's your daughter?"
"And Leslie as well. Doesn't look like it, right?"
I couldn't really find my voice, so I merely nodded. He just smiled then stepped aside and said.
"Come in."
I stared at him curiously and said.
"Thank you, Sir."
If this was Elena's father, no matter how young he looked, I had to respect him. I had to show him that I truly cared for Elena and my intentions were pure and sincere. I walked towards one of their sofas and sat down waiting for him to speak or threaten me to not hurt his daughter. Instead, he surprised me by laughing and saying.
"We're not in the 1800s anymore kid, grow up. Just call me Zack."
He was calling me, a kid? How old was he? If I was right about his age then he must've fathered Leslie and Elena when he was about...
"Don't do the math kid because you won't get it right. And for your information, I'm technically 22."
I frowned and said.
"Technically?"
He just smiled and said.
"Good listener, nice. I'm glad my daughter was finally able to find someone that actually listens and doesn't just talk about football and how good he is at it."
I stared at him questioningly. What did he mean by technically? Was he older? Was he younger? Was he a vampire? Also, how did he always seem to know what I was thinking? It was almost like he could read my mind, how strange. He brought me out of my thoughts by laughing. He was staring directly at me and then he said.
"Trust me, things will only get better from here on out. Also, no, I'm not what you are, and yes, I am older. The reason I called you a kid is because you are a kid compared to me. I am much older than you think."
What! He knew what I was? How could that be possible? Leslie had promised that she wouldn't say anything about Damon and I. She wouldn't lie to me, would she? She seemed like an honest and reliable girl. She wouldn't tell her father about who I really was, right? I began to panic and I immediately said.
"Sir, I mean, Zack. Let me assure you that I have no idea what you're talking about."
He just smirked and said.
"Oh really? Then why do my sources say that your brother is the one that attacked the girl at the bonfire tonight?"
I was going to kill Damon! Someone had seen him hurt her and know Elena's father knew the truth. We had to get out of town fast, before he got the council involved. The council was a group of humans that was solely dedicated to protecting the town from any vampires. Once a vampire was found they were tortured and staked. I was about to run out the door when he said.
"I always do my research on all the towns my daughters move to. I also know more about you and your brother than you think. Anyway, there's no reason for you to worry. I have no intention of exposing you to anyone. You make my daughter happy and as long as she's happy, I'm okay with whatever she decides. Oh and when she finds out, don't be a big baby about it. Running away from your problems never solves anything."
I was so shocked that I couldn't even think of anything to say. Then suddenly I heard someone coming down the stairs and step into the living room. I turned and saw Elena standing by the door staring directly at me. She seemed really surprised to see me, but none the less she smiled. When she saw her dad she frowned slightly, but kept the smile on her face. She then spoke and said.
"Dad, please don't tell me that you were threatening Stefan."
He only smiled and said.
"When have I ever gotten involved in your romantic relationships, Elena?"
She stared at him and said.
"Never, but..."
"So, why would I start now? That's Leslie's job, not mine. Although, the look on his face when I told him I'm your father, was absolutely priceless."
He started laughing when he said that. Had my face been that shocked? He then looked at me and said.
"Yeah, it was kid."
Okay, this whole being able to guess all of my thoughts thing, was beginning to make me uneasy. Suddenly Elena spoke and said.
"Father please stop, you're creeping him out."
He looked at me and smirked then he turned to walk out. Before he left, he looked at me and said.
"It was nice meeting you Stefan. I hope to see you here often. Also, don't forget what I told you."
Ever since that day I haven't forgotten what he told me. It has always been wandering in the back of mind. Running away never solves anything. He was right, but what did he mean by that? Did he know something that I didn't? Was something bad going to happen soon? He was a very strange guy. He was nice, in a sarcastic way. Very similar to the way Leslie was. Even Elena had said, "now you know were Leslie got it from, right?" I had only smiled and nodded in agreement. I was taken out of my thoughts by Leslie standing directly in front of me saying.
"Hey Stefan, you okay?"
I blinked and stared at her then I said.
"Yeah sorry, I didn't get a very good sleep either."
As I said this, I turned to glare at Damon. He only gave me a taunting smile. He was obviously waiting for me to rat him out and tell Leslie about the dream. I only turned from him in disgust and looked back at Leslie. She was frowning staring at me with concern, then she said.
"Maybe you should sleep Stefan. Lack of sleep isn't a very good thing, even for a vampire."
Damon then spoke and said.
"Indeed little brother, why don't you sleep and rest. I'll watch over you and make sure the bed bugs don't bite."
Leslie then turned to glare at him and said.
"Shut your face, Damon. If you can't say anything intelligent, get the hell out of here."
"Again, this is my house. So, where am I supposed to go?"
She only narrowed her eyes and said.
"I don't know, go piss off Caroline or something. Just leave, sheesh."
Damon just grinned and said.
"Is that jealousy I hear?"
She blinked and said in a disbelieving tone.
"I'm sorry, what the hell did you just say? Can you repeat that?"
"Certainly, was that jealousy I heard when you mentioned Caroline?"
She stared at him in disgust and replied.
"You're unbelievable, Damon. You're dating her, but you won't stop flirting with me. What the hell is your problem? If you keep that up, I won't talk to you anymore. You got that?"
He stared at her curiously then his eyes widened and he said.
"You're serious."
She rolled her eyes and replied.
"Naw, I just like wearing a serious face and having a serious tone all the time."
She then moved to sit back on the desk and she muttered, 'moron' under her breath. He raised his eyebrows and said.
"What did you call me?"
She looked directly at him and said really loudly.
"ARE YOU FREAKING DEAF? I SAID... YOU'RE A MORON!"
She then turned away from him, but he pressed on.
"I thought we were friends now. That's no way to treat a friend."
She just smiled and said.
"How the hell would you know?"
He smiled and said sarcastically.
"Ouch, that stung."
She shrugged and said.
"You're right though, that is no way to treat a friend. The reason is because you aren't exactly my friend, just yet."
At that he frowned, and replied.
"But you said..."
"I said that we would give it a try. So far, we're still trying. Each of my soon to be friends undergoes a test. If they pass then they're my friends. If they don't, then I tell them to stay the hell away from me. As of right now, you're passing, sort of."
He stared at her and said.
"So, you're testing me?"
"Pretty much."
"What do I have to do?"
She smirked and said.
"Well, it wouldn't be a test if I told you the answer then, would it?"
He turned to glare at me and said.
"What about Stefan? Why didn't you make him endure a test?"
She just laughed and replied.
"You're such a child. FYI, Stefan already took it and he passed. That's why he's my friend and my official big bro."
I stared at her and asked.
"I already took it?"
"Yep."
I smiled and said.
"I passed to?"
She smirked and replied.
"You made a perfect score."
"Really? Wow, thanks."
Then something occurred to me, so I decided to ask.
"Leslie, when did I take it?"
She smiled and said.
"You started the first day I met you and finished the day you let me call you big bro."
"So, basically three days?"
"Right, again."
Damon was staring at her disbelievingly and he said.
"So, he already passed even though we've both known you the same amount of time?"
Leslie just smiled and said.
"In case you've forgotten. You and I didn't precisely get off to a good start."
He looked like he wanted to argue, but decided against it. She then smiled and said.
"You started the test the day you and Caroline went to my house together. From that day forward you've been taking it. Let me say that I'm impressed. Nobody has ever been able to come back from me wanting to kill them to them becoming my friend. Nice job."
Then she looked at the ceiling and said.
"I guess it also has to do with the fact that Stefan's my big bro and I'm more mature then when I was 15. Anyway, we've totally gotten off topic."
I couldn't agree more, so I said.
"She's right, so why would you cover your tracks Damon?"
He simply smiled and replied.
"I've decided to stay a while and I'm having way too much fun with you and my sarcastic, soon to be friend over here."
He then tilted his head towards Leslie's direction. I saw her smile and then she said.
"Damon."
He looked at her and said.
"Yes."
She stared out the window and said seriously.
"Why do want to be my friend?"
Good question, I hadn't even figured out his reasoning behind wanting to become her friend either. Maybe it was just because she looked so much like Katherine. Maybe, just maybe, he really cared for her and wanted to make her take Katherine's place in his heart. He cared for her, that I was absolutely sure of. The question was, how deeply did he care for her? Did he care for her enough that he might actually open his heart to her and fall in love with her? Or did he care just so she could be Katherine's temporary rebound? I knew that Leslie wouldn't be too thrilled to hear either of those reasons.
Damon finally spoke and said.
"I like your attitude and you're really fun to be around. You know how to laugh and make others laugh along with you. You're not all serious and brooding like Saint Stefan over there."
She smiled and said.
"So, basically what you're saying is that you want to be my friend because you think I'm a freaking clown. I'm just a big joke to you. Well, thanks so much. I'm glad you find me so amusing that you decided to want to know me better. That way, I could make you laugh any time you wanted. Wow, I certainly haven't heard that one before."
He stared at her and said.
"You know very well that's not what I meant."
She raised an eyebrow and said.
"Oh, do I now?"
He smiled and said.
"Yes, you do."
She only shrugged and said.
"I guess."
With that, she jumped off the table and said.
"Hey, you guys have anything to drink? I'm like really thirsty."
I stared at her and said.
"Yes, there should be some bottles of water and soda in the fridge."
Then she turned to look at me and asked.
"You don't have any apple juice?"
I frowned and said.
"Apple juice? No, why?"
She sighed and said.
"Dang, that's too bad. I really wanted some. Oh well, I'll just get some water then."
"You like apple juice?"
"It's my second favorite thing to drink."
I smiled and said.
"What's your first?''
She grinned and replied.
"Water, of course."
She then smiled and walked into the kitchen to get her drink. I heard her open the fridge door and then I heard a lot of bags fall to the floor. I then heard Leslie mutter, 'crap'. Oh no, I forgot Damon stuffed the fridge with blood bags from the hospital. Before I could run into the kitchen and help her, she yelled.
"Dang Damon, thirsty much?"
Damon just smirked and replied.
"Why? You offering?"
I glared at him, but I heard Leslie laugh and reply.
"Nah, not today. Thanks for asking though. I know that must be so out of character for you."
I listened as she carefully began to pick up the bags and place them back inside the fridge. I glared at Damon and went into the kitchen to help her. I felt Damon following close behind me, but I decided to ignore him. When I got there Leslie was on the floor picking up the bags and storing them orderly back inside. She was arranging them by blood type and placing them in alphabetical order. I went to her and began helping her store them back the way she was doing it. I smiled and said.
"You're very organized, right?"
She fought back a smile and replied.
"Is it that obvious?"
I just kept smiling and said.
"Not really."
She smirked and said.
"I'm not a germaphobic, I just can't stand messes."
I nodded and replied.
"I understand."
She only smiled at me and kept placing the bags in the fridge. When I looked at her I noticed how she was still wearing the locket I had given her. I smiled truly pleased at how she hadn't taken it off even though she said she didn't need vervain. I wanted to know if the vervain was still there, so I decided to ask her.
"Leslie, is the vervain I gave you still in the locket?"
She stared at me, grabbed the locket, and opened it to show me the vervain was still inside. I smiled and said.
"I'm glad you kept it."
She just rolled her eyes and said.
"I wonder why."
When we were done we walked back into the other room and she took her usual seat on top of the desk. I wanted Damon to know very well that Leslie was on vervain. So, I said to him.
"Leslie still has the locket I gave her."
He merely smirked and said.
"Well the vervain keeps me out of her head, maybe that's not my target. Believe it or not Stefan, some girls don't need my persuasion. Some girls just can't resist my good looks, my style, my charm, and my unflinching ability to listen to Taylor Swift. Isn't that right, Leslie?"
I saw Leslie nearly choke on the water she was drinking. She put the bottle of water down and started laughing. When she saw us staring at her. She just kept laughing and replied.
"My bad, it's just... man, Damon. You're freaking funny."
Damon just smirked and said.
"I know something funnier."
Before she could ask what, he picked up the knife I had thrown at him and stabbed me in the stomach. I instantly fell to the floor in pain. I heard Leslie stop laughing and then jump off the table and come walking towards me. I looked up and saw Damon staring at me and say pointing at the hole in his shirt.
"This is John Ravellos dude. Dick move."
Leslie then came up behind him and said.
"Move."
He did what she said then she leaned down and pulled the knife out of me. Then she held out her hand and said.
"You okay?"
I took her hand and stood up. Then I responded.
"Yes, I'm fine."
"Let me see."
I sighed and lifted up my shirt and showed her that the wound was already healed. She gave it one look and nodded. Then she turned and went to sit back on top of the desk. She stared out the window and said.
"So, who has my car keys? I have to get home and help Elena get ready for that stupid Founder's party."
Damon then smiled and said.
"Are you going to be there?"
She groaned and said.
"I kinda have to. Did you know my mom's side of the family is one of the founding families?"
I frowned and said.
"Wait a minute, your mother is part of the founding families?"
If her mother was the one that was part of the founding families. Then her last name must've been Gilbert. So, what was Leslie's father's last name? After I asked, she merely responded.
"Yeah."
I decided to see if she would tell me his last name. So, I looked at her and asked.
"So, what's your dad's last name?"
She smiled and said.
"He doesn't have one."
"Oh okay, wait a minute, what?"
She sighed and said.
"He has a lot of fake ones, but he doesn't have one personally."
I stared at her curiously and said.
"How is that possible?"
She just smiled and said.
"Why don't you ask him yourself? I'm sure my dad would be very happy to explain to his daughter's boyfriend his personal life."
At that, I instantly closed my mouth and decided to let it go. Although, I did ask Leslie one last thing. Just to make sure I had it all right.
"So, you only have your mother's last name. Since your dad doesn't have one, right?
She smiled and nodded in conformation.
"Okay, just making sure."
Damon just smirked and said.
"Well to answer your question, yes, I did know. I also knew your ancestors back in 1864."
She then glared at the window and muttered.
"Stupid founders with their stupid parties, piss me off. No wonder my mom left all these freaks."
I smiled and asked.
"My guess is that you're not very fond of parties."
Her eyes narrowed and she responded.
"I've always hated them, even when I was little. During our birthday parties, Elena would always be out in the middle of everything. Meanwhile, I would just hide in my room. Or, I would tell anyone that came near me to leave me the hell alone."
Damon then looked at her and asked.
"Why do you hate parties?"
She just rolled her eyes and said
"Really? I thought vampires had super hearing. Guess that trait passed you, huh Damon? I already told you, parties are stupid."
I simply shrugged and said.
"I'll take that as answer."
She smiled and said.
"I'm glad at least one brother got the super hearing trait."
Damon just glared at her while I just smiled. Finally she sighed and said.
"Seriously guys, I have to go. So, give me my car keys. Oh and by the way, where is my car?"
I instantly pulled her car keys out of my pocket and handed them to her. Then I answered her and said.
"Your car is in the garage. I stored it there, so nothing bad happened to it. I wouldn't want to owe you a new car."
She smiled and said.
"Ha cute, but thanks."
Damon then spoke and said to Leslie.
"Well can't say this hasn't been fun, but I have other things to do. So, I'll see you at the Founder's party then?"
She just turned to look at me and said.
"I'm serious, is he deaf or does he just pretend? Didn't I just say I would be there like three minutes ago?"
I merely smiled and replied.
"No, he isn't deaf. Damon just like messing with you, that's all."
She smiled and nodded understandingly. Damon gave me a glare, but decided not say anything. He then left and slammed the door on his way out. Leslie raised her eyebrows and said.
"Dang, he sounds pissed. Is he mad?"
I had a pretty good idea of why Damon had gone into such a bitter mood. He was probably not very happy with the fact that Leslie was so mean to him, but she wasn't to me. I would say he was maybe even jealous of my friendly relationship with her.
He knew I didn't like her the way I like Elena. He also knew very well, that to me Leslie was nothing more than a little sister. But he still didn't like it. Damon definitely had feelings for her. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, it was the truth.
I could easily see it, but I wasn't quite sure if Leslie could. Maybe she did and she was just deciding to ignore it. Or maybe she didn't and she just thought he was being a jerk. I was taken out of my thoughts when I heard Leslie say.
"Wow, I thought he could take a joke. Guess, I was wrong."
She then shrugged and said.
"What a baby."
I laughed when I heard her say that. I was sure that she probably wouldn't be saying that. If she knew the real reason behind Damon's dramatic departure. Leslie was definitely the type of girl that was fun to be around. She didn't let anything bother her. She always found a way to make things funny and entertaining. She then surprised me when she said.
"Hey, where's Damon's room?"
I frowned and said.
"Upstairs, why?"
She grinned and said.
"Because pay back's a bitch."
I stared at her and asked.
"What do you mean?"
She got off the table and made her way to the stairs. As she was walking up she said.
"You'll see."
I followed her all the way to his room and watched her go inside. What on earth was she planning? She went straight to his closet and said.
"Hmm, my guess is that his favorite color is black, right?"
It was quite obvious since everything in his closet was black. So, I simply nodded my head in conformation. She smiled and pulled out a small metallic can from her jacket. When I looked closely I noticed it was some sort of spray.
She pulled out three of his favorite black, leather jackets and placed them on the bed. Then she took the lid off and sprayed pink paint all over them. The paint was like a hot pink because it was very bright and strong. It would instantly be seen on the jacket once Damon put it on. Man, Damon was going to be so mad when he saw this. I stared at her and said.
"Why are you dong this?"
She smiled and said.
"Payback."
"For?"
She placed the three jackets near the top of the bed and then moved to the other end. She then smoothed out the bed sheet and wrote all over the sheet in big, pink letters.
"R3V3NG3
S'
SW33T!"
In other words, it said, "revenge is sweet." Revenge for what? What did Damon do to her? Then it instantly clicked and I said.
"This because he threatened to hurt you at the game, right?"
She smiled at me and said sarcastically.
"I'm proud of how you were easily able to figure that out, Stefan. I'm sure that when Damon sees this he'll be up all night trying to figure it out."
I smiled and said.
"I just hope he doesn't get too upset and tries to do something to you."
She smirked and said.
"He won't. Damon's slow, but he's not stupid. He knows that if he tries anything, him and I are done. Which for some reason, I don't' think he would like."
She definitely had no idea of Damon's feelings for her. Oh well, we'll just have to wait and see his reaction. Something told me that it would be very wise not to be here, when Damon got home.