Chapter Two
"This isn't fair," Elena grunted, her back pressed against Stefan's torso when his hands seemed to tightly grab at her arms that twisted at her back. Struggling against him, Elena finally managed to break free of his hold before turning around and facing him again. "The minute I start to get good at this, you step up your game," she finished, crossing her arms around her chest when eyeing the smiling Salvatore.
"It's been what, three months and a few days?" Stefan asked, bending over for a bottle of water before throwing it over at Elena who seemed to catch it immediately. He watched her take a few sips from it before she seemed to shoot him an annoyed look again. He laughed.
"Why is it just me being tortured today?"
"That's because you need it the most," Stefan responded, stepping in closer to her, "You're human and weaker—especially when it comes to facing hybrids and an Original…you've barely got a chance."
"Thanks for the words of encouragement Stefan," Elena stated sarcastically before throwing the bottle onto the ground next to her. She couldn't help but laugh though; she honestly didn't have a chance.
"I didn't mean—"
"I know," Elena started gently, "Its fine."
Smiling warmly at him, it took a moment for Stefan to smile back at her. Sighing, Stefan took hold of her arm again before grinning at her. "Alright, from the start," he stated before turning Elena around, only to have her struggle again.
"I really hate this."
"I know," Stefan stated, chuckling softly when the brunette continued to struggle in his hold.
-x-
Flashes, flashes and flashes, flashes of her and him…they were so vivid and so real.
"Blondie?"
Caroline jumped at the sound of a voice ringing from a few steps behind her. Turning around to face the man, Caroline tried her best to wipe the suddenly shocked expression off of her when questioning herself to why she was getting jumpy. She knew she was started to zone out on everything and drift off into her thoughts, but she couldn't help it when these dreams and flashes seemed to torture her mind.
"Hey," Caroline stated, trying her best to forget about everything she was thinking about for just a moment. She watched as Damon walked in closer to her, his hands finding her arms when his concerned eyes studied her.
"You alright?"
Nodding at the man, Caroline forced a smile at her lips, but she knew he could see through it. But she didn't stop with the act, she just kept smiling. "Why wouldn't I be?" she asked while wrapping her hands around his neck and practically flushing against him. His concerned form remained present though and all Caroline wanted was for him to stop worrying about her. She was fine.
"You sure Caro—"
"Kiss me," Caroline stated softly, interrupting his worried questioning before rubbing her hands at the back of his neck, urging him to kiss down at her.
"What's wrong Caroline?" Damon asked, taking hold of her hands that played at his hair and bringing it away from him. He knew something was up with the blonde but every time he was to ask, she would just push the thought aside. He hated that she wouldn't just tell him, but he also understood that she had been through a lot already and he didn't want to push the truth out of her. He wanted to be patient to the best of his ability.
"Nothing's wrong."
Patience, he was going to be patient.
"Okay," Damon stated, sighing before slowly grazing his fingertips at her cheek. He smiled faintly at the blonde when she seemed to shut her eyes tight at his touch. Licking at his bottom lip, Damon slowly leaned down at the blonde before pressing his lips gently at her lips. His stomach fluttered when she seemed to kiss him back instantly, her lips twitching into a soft smile when kissing him.
"We've been having sex almost every day now," Caroline whispered at his lips, pushing Damon off of her, only to have him stumble against the door behind her. She grinned when his brows furrowed at her. "And I still can't seem to get enough," Caroline whispered, biting at her lip before crashing her lips against his again. She grinned when he laughed at her words, his lips kissing back at her just as quickly.
Moaning, Caroline wanted him. She wanted him now. Ripping at his shirt, Caroline's hands roamed his bare torso before hastily unbuttoned his jeans. She moaned again against his mouth when he seemed to lean off of the door and stumble forward, causing her to quickly start to move backwards and eventually onto the bed.
Plopping onto it, Caroline's head arched back, her mouth gaping open as she let out another moan. Feeling Damon bite at her neck, Caroline let her hands slip into his pants, causing him to groan above her. Feeling his lips attack harder at her skin, Caroline let herself breathe out his name in contentment before letting her hands grip at his shoulders.
She wanted him. She wanted him now.
It took a moment for Caroline to process the fact that Damon had stopped. Eyes looking away from him and towards the door where he was staring at, Caroline's eyes widened at the sight of an awkward Elena at the door, she flushed underneath Damon.
"I'm sorry," Elena started, blushing slightly, trying not to replay what she had just walked in on, "Stefan needs you Damon."
Caroline looked over at Damon who was still hovering over her and she couldn't help but grin at him when he looked down at her again. He seemed torn, and Caroline was hard from bursting out with laughter.
"He'll be right out," Caroline answered for Damon when looking back at Elena who seemed to nod at her. Watching as the brunette seemed to wink at her, Caroline watched as Damon seemed to roll his eyes at the brunette and Caroline giggled before slapping him playfully at his bare chest that hovered over her.
"Just pretend I didn't interrupt," Elena stated laughing before quickly closing at the door and walking back into her bedroom at the far end of the hallway. She was already exhausted from all the training today and she was simply done for the day.
"Too late for that," Damon muttered before putting his attention back on the blonde underneath him. "My little brother: the cock block," Damon stated grinning before arching his neck down towards Caroline and quickly pecking her at the lips. Caroline giggled when Damon seemed to roll off of her and off the bed before searching through the small drawer at the other end. Watching as he picked out a new shirt, she watched him change into a new one, her bottom lip unknowingly curling under her teeth at the sight of him.
"Rain-check?"
Caroline nodded at him, sitting up on the bed before smiling warmly at her when he seemed to walk over towards her again. Sighing in contentment when he seemed to kiss down at her again, Caroline's stomach fluttered when he seemed to pull away only to rest his forehead against hers.
"Never going to get tired of that," Damon stated softly, before pulling away from the blonde.
She smiled at him and Damon winked at her before slowly walking towards the bedroom door again. Opening at it, Damon glanced at Caroline one last time before finally exiting the bedroom. He couldn't help but grin hugely when Caroline's voice seemed to ring from the outside of the hallway.
"I love you!" she yelled from the bedroom.
Rolling his eyes at the fact that his stomach started to flutter at her words, Damon walked down the hallway. He sighed when his eyes met his younger brother's.
"This better be important," Damon muttered before sitting down loveseat that seemed to be placed at the side of the fireplace.
Stefan looked over at Damon and sighed, "Yeah, I won't be able to check up on Jeremy this weekend, so I was hoping you'd go this weekend."
Damon groaned.
"Would the Gilbert really mind if you skipped on the weekend visit?"
"Damon," Stefan started but didn't continue when Damon seemed to sigh.
"Alright."
"Thanks," Stefan stated, smiling at his brother.
"You owe me one," Damon muttered before grabbing his leather jacket that stood on the coat hanger just by the front door. Taking hold of the door knob, Damon opened at it but stopped when Stefan seemed to voice something out to him.
"You didn't take the keys," Stefan reminded Damon, his brows furrowing slightly when his brother seemed to grin in his direction.
"See this is why it takes you the whole weekend Stefan," Damon started amused before walking out of the Cabin, "I'll just run it and be back in a few hours."
Stefan rolled his eyes at his brother's tone of voice.
"We're vampire's remember?"
Jeremy watched as she finished the last bit of her dinner. Taking hold of the empty plate, Jeremy placed it on the bedside table before looking back at the brunette who seemed to look better than she did a couple of days ago. It's probably because she's finally starting to eat, he thought to himself.
"Alright, like we promised, ask away," Jeremy sighed, grinning when the brunette seemed to narrow her eyes at him.
"Why don't I remember anything?"
Jeremy's eyes softened at the girl before he tried to find the exact words to explain the situation to the brunette without scaring her further or giving too much away. "You lost your memory," Jeremy started, "You were in an accident and you lost it."
He watched as the girl's eyes widened at that. Smiling reassuringly at her, Jeremy sighed, "This all probably seems really confusing to you—waking up to me," Jeremy started, grinning slightly at the girl in attempt to try to calm her, "But trust me, if you weren't to lose your memories, you'd know exactly who I am."
He watched her shoulder's slump, her form relaxing slightly at his words. Smiling warmly at her, Jeremy waited patiently for her to whisper back at him the one thing that she seemed to want to ask him from the moment he had introduced himself. He watched her hesitate at first but he waited patiently.
"Are you—um, my boyfriend?"
Jeremy's eyes widened at that, his brows arching. He was expecting her to question him, but that was one thing he hadn't expected. Watching the girl hesitantly look up at his shocked form, Jeremy was about to answer her but was distracted by the doorbell to the front of the house ringing. Looking over at Samantha that seemed to get tenser by the minute, Jeremy sighed before getting off the bed.
"Hold that thought," Jeremy stated before walking towards the door of the bedroom. Walking down the hall, Jeremy looked down past the staircase and out the window of the front door. Sighing at the sight of a familiar face, Jeremy walked back into Samantha's room.
The moment he seemed to walk into her room again, Samantha's eyes shot towards his again. Walking in closer to the girl, Jeremy stood a few steps away from the brunette that seemed to still have a hesitant exterior.
Arching his hand out for her to take, Jeremy smiled at her slightly when she looked up at him in shock.
"You can trust me," Jeremy stated, taking another step into the girl who sat on the bed.
Eyeing the boy before her, Samantha glanced repeatedly between his hands and his face; it took a moment for Samantha to take hold of his hand. She did it slowly and hesitantly. The moment her fingers trailed past his palm, Samantha softened instantly at the feeling of him squeeze her hand gently.
Slowly getting off of the bed, Samantha looked up at Jeremy quickly who seemed to be looking down at her too. Relaxing further, Samantha followed Jeremy out the door and down the stairs, never letting go of his hand throughout it all.
Reaching the door, Samantha stood far from the door, hiding a little behind the man whose hand she seemed to be holding. Studying the face of the other man that stood on the opposite side of the door, she watched as Jeremy opened the door for the dark haired man.
"God, what took you so long?"
Jeremy glanced at Samantha whose grip on his hand seemed to tighten at the sight of Damon make his way through the door.
"Hello to you too, Damon," Jeremy mumbled before closing the door behind the older Salvatore.
Rubbing his hands together, Damon grinned at Jeremy before stopping in his tracks at the sight of the witch who had practically helped them save Caroline from Klaus.
"She finally decided to come out of the room?" Damon asked in slight amusement as he looked over at Jeremy who seemed to glance back at the woman who hid slowly behind him. Looking back at Damon, Jeremy nodded.
"She's awake and she doesn't remember a single thing," Jeremy started, "So nothing's really changed here."
"She's clueless of everything," Jeremy stated sighing, "Apart from the fact that she thinks that I might be her boyfriend."
Stepping to the right so he could eye the woman behind him, Jeremy caught her eyes, "About that, I'm—"
"Your boyfriend," Damon interrupted quickly, watching as both Jeremy and Samantha shot their eyes at him. "He's your boyfriend. Jeremy Gilbert is your boyfriend," Damon urged, forcing a huge smile to plaster at his lips as his eyes glanced between both the curious girl and the shocked Gilbert.
"Damon—" Jeremy questioned, only to be interrupted by Damon once again when he suddenly wrapped his arm around the younger Gilbert's shoulders, roughly pressing him at his side, not letting the forced smile leave his lips.
"You guys were the cutest too. Two little love birds," Damon started before pushing a confused Jeremy into the girl who glanced between the both of the men, clearly trying her best in trying to process the new information.
Pointing at the younger Gilbert, Damon couldn't help but grin at the glare that Jeremy shot his way. Playing on with the act, Damon smiled at the silent girl. "This guy right here—your boyfriend—yes, he was always protective of you. Loves you to bits, so don't be scared of him alright, wouldn't want his poor little heart to shatter."
Jeremy's eyes narrowed at Damon who casually let complete lies roll off his tongue. Feeling Samantha's gaze on him, Jeremy glanced in her direction before forcefully sending her a small smile. Looking back at Damon, Jeremy glared at the older Salvatore who seemed to simply continue.
"I remember the first time you two kids met, it was like love at first sight, you even—"
"Samantha, you should go rest—I'll come back up in a bit," Jeremy stated quickly, interrupting Damon from continuing. Looking over at the brunette who took a while to finally nod at him, Jeremy smiled quickly at her nervous form before watching as she let go of his hand so that she could walk her way back up the stairs.
When finally making sure that she was out of sight, Jeremy's smile faded instantly when he looked back at the older Salvatore who seemed to simply be grinning at him.
"What the fuck was that?" Jeremy softly yelled. Glancing at the stairs to make sure Samantha wasn't overhearing any of this; Jeremy turned his attention back on Damon.
"I just saved your ass from making a huge mistake," Damon stated, grin faltering as he pasted by Jeremy and eyed the house that he had rented for Jeremy and the witch to stay temporarily.
Brows furrowing, Jeremy followed Damon as he made his way further into the new home. "What huge mistake?" Jeremy asked, still extremely confused over everything that had happened.
"You almost told the girl the truth," Damon stated, causing Jeremy's brows to furrow.
"And how is that bad?"
"Because she's confused Jeremy—just by looking at her you can see she's fucking terrified. By knowing that she might have a boyfriend can be pretty reassuring… maybe she'll even trust you enough to not get scared and run away when your ass is sleeping in the middle of the night," Damon explained eyeing the full house. There was furniture and pictures everywhere; giving it the right sense that someone was actually living here. This would help Jeremy's case a lot.
Eyes narrowing at the information, Jeremy tried to calculate his thoughts clearly before he spoke up, still pretty confused over what Damon wanted him to do.
"So you want me to pretend to be her boyfriend?" Jeremy asked his eyes wide. He didn't know why but to him, taking advantage of the witch's memory loss was just low on so many levels. He was supposed to get closer to her so that she could trust him? According to Damon, this would help with keeping the witch under their eye and far away from Klaus' radar as much as possible. In a way, Jeremy couldn't help but agree. This might actually work.
"Yeah, it shouldn't be that hard. She's hot and you're single and have nothing better to do," Damon sang out in a fake cheery tone, causing Jeremy to glare at him.
"What about proof? What if she asks for proof?" Jeremy asked, testing the Salvatore.
"She won't ask you that," Damon replied.
Jeremy's brows rose at the confidence that raged off the Salvatore. As if he were reading his thoughts, Damon sighed before continuing, "Something zapped her of her memories. I'm pretty sure she's desperate for answers and you being her boyfriend is probably the only answer she's got so far. She's going to want to hold onto that one fact because—again—she's fucking terrified and confused."
"How am I supposed to pull this all off?" Jeremy asked. He honestly didn't know how to put on a façade this huge. He was going to be stuck with girl, in this house, for god knows how long! How was he supposed to convince her every day that he was the man that apparently loved her before she had gotten amnesia?
"It shouldn't be that hard Jeremy," Damon started annoyed, "I mean...I can see she's starting to get comfortable with you already so just slowly ease into the convincing."
"But Damon—"
Ringing, that's what interrupted Jeremy and made Damon groan in frustration.
Taking out his phone, Damon looked over at the caller ID before answering the call.
"What do you want now?" Damon asked annoyed when his brother seemed to chuckle on the other line.
"I thought it was only going to take a few hours," Stefan stated on the other line.
Damon rolled his eyes at the amused expression on the other line. "And it will be, I was just heading out," Damon stated before glancing at Jeremy who seemed to raise his brow at him. "See you in a bit," Damon finished before ending the call.
"You just came!" Jeremy exclaimed softly, confused over why he was worried of the girl upstairs to hear him. He watched as the dark haired man avoided him, simply waving his hand in Jeremy's face before turning on his heels.
"Alright, I'll come back in a week or two to check up on you alright?" Damon asked, walking out the house before turning around to face the younger Gilbert who seemed to watch him nervously.
"Don't worry about anything else. Just go up there and be the best boyfriend you can be," Damon stated, grinning hugely when Jeremy seemed to groan out loud.
Laughing at the boy, Damon turned around before slowly walking away from the new house.
Sighing, Jeremy closed at the door before letting his eyes glance at the stairs that lead up to the one room where he knew she was waiting for him. Pursing his lips together, Jeremy hesitated before finally getting the courage to go through with it all.
He was going to be the best boyfriend he could possibly be.
Elena took hold of the cold knob of the door before slowly creeping it open. Walking out onto the small deck, Elena shivered at the sudden wave of cold air that hit her bare legs. She shivered again at the sudden scent that arose from the hoodie when the breeze hit.
Biting at her lower lip, Elena refused to ever let her mind wander to him again and questioned why she even decided on wearing his sweater after the first time. She had sworn she'd never wear it again and yet here she was.
Rolling her eyes at her thoughts, Elena reminded herself to forget about the man since he had made it clear to her that he clearly wanted nothing to do with her when she had kissed him and gotten an unwanted reaction. He had made it clear to her that he wanted nothing to do with her, and she surprisingly felt okay with it from all the days she had to think about it these past three months. She was going to get over him and everything was going to be fine…
Walking further onto the deck, Elena loved the sound her boots made against the wooden panels. Knowing that it was probably extremely dark out, Elena decided on grabbing a blanket from the rocking chair that sat at the side of the deck before wrapping it around her shoulders.
Walking further away from the cabin, Elena slowly walked onto the dock before finally sitting down at the edge of it. Bare legs crossed, she did nothing but look out into the horizon while waiting for the first star to make its appearance in the night sky.
A rustling in the bushes and Elena managed to jump to her feet so quickly her attention zipped away from the now darkened atmosphere. Sudden terror acted at her gut.
"Who's there?"
She got nothing.
Placing the blanket on the deck, Elena found herself to start walking closer to the noise.
It's okay—I've trained with Stefan for the past three months, Elena reassured herself since that thought was the only thing that seemed to build her confidence at the moment.
Now stepping off the dock, Elena's boots seemed to kick at the small stones on the gravel-like pathway. Scared and confused to call out again, Elena looked at the cabin and back at her position. Would she make it if she were to run?
Trying to convince herself that it was probably nothing, Elena jogged her way back onto the dock before picking up the small blanket in her hands. Deciding that it probably wasn't so terrible to stay indoors, Elena turned back around.
Gasping loudly when she seemed to bump right into a hard surface, Elena stumbled backwards only to let out another shaky gasp when hands seemed to grip at her hips, stabilizing her against his form.
Eyes darted upwards, Elena's eyes practically popped out of her head at the sight of the man before her.
The man she thought she'd never see again for a long while.
"Alex?"
-x-
She could feel his hands trail at her bare arm. Shivering slightly, a small grin started to form at her face before she allowed herself to flush further against him.
"How long do we have to hide like this Niklaus?"
She watched as the man grinned at her softly, sighing, Caroline let her hand play through his long blonde locks. She smiled when he seemed to sigh at her action, his head moving in towards her every time her hands touched at his bare flesh that hovered above her.
"Just a little while longer Rosetta," he replied, rubbing at her forearm again in reassurance.
Smiling, Caroline placed her hands at the back of his neck before pulling him closer towards her. Her breath hitched when his lips seemed to gently press against hers and butterflies erupted at her stomach. She could feel his hands finding their way under her long and plain dress and Caroline sighed against his mouth when he seemed to whisper down at her.
"I love you, Rosetta," he whispered down at her.
Nodding, Caroline pressed her lips against his again before whispered back at him.
"I love yo—"
"No!"
Caroline's form jumped forward onto the bed, chest heaving for air, Caroline's head shot from side to side. She was alone. She was alone in her room. She was alone in the Cabin. She was alone.
Sighing in slight relief, Caroline's brows furrowed at what she had just dreamt about, curling her knees up to her chest, Caroline buried her head in her hands before letting out a few shaky breaths.
"What's happening to me?" Caroline whispered to herself, her voice wavering when she could feel the defeated tears start to brew at her eyes.
What's happening to me?
