Authors Note:
So sorry about the ridiculously long wait for this chapter. I have been out of the writing scene since my last official chapter was uploaded, so I'm not completely happy with this but here it goes..
By the way, this is a small time jump. About 2 weeks time.
Chapter Thirteen: Smiles and Blunders
Alaric looked curiously at Sonya's form as she was sprawled across his couch, sleeping like a dead person. No pun intended.
Since she had told him all about how she had died, Alaric had seen more and more of her and spent as much time with her as he could. He would be lying if he said that he didn't like having her around all the time, because the truth was that he really did enjoy his company.
Probably more than he should have, especially since he could tell that Damon still had some lingering feelings for her.
Sonya had also told him all about how she had met Damon, fell in love with him and then had to leave him. For his safety.
It had hurt her to do so at the time but at the end of her story, she had told Alaric just how much she knew it had been the absolute best idea. She didn't want to risk his life, not for her. She didn't want that on her conciense, she didn't want it to break her already fragile heart.
Everything that she had ever done for Damon was because she cared so much about him and she just could not let anything happen to him because of her. She just couldn't.
Alaric smiled as she wiggled about and whispered about a carousel and Elephant Ears.
She had a thing for Elephant Ears. What's not to like? They were hot and tasty dough, slathered in butter and heaps of cinnamon and sugar.
He continued to watch her as she smiled in her sleep and cuddled closer to the pillow that he had supplied her with not long before she had passed out like a log. He knew that he would have to go to bed himself before long because he had to teach in the morning. Something he wasn't completely looking forward to since it would mean that he wouldn't be able to see her for at least 8 hours or longer.
How much longer, he didn't know, it really all depended on whether or not he planned to actually give his students the pop quiz that he had been planning for the last two weeks straight. Sure, they were definitely due for a quiz, but he wanted to be selfish. Just for once he wanted to do something that he wanted. Something that made him happy.
And that was spending time with Sonya.
Sighing heavily, Alaric grabbed the blanket folded on the back of the couch and draped it over Sonya's pale frame before turning of the lamp at her feet and heading to bed. He knew that she wouldn't be there in the morning, but that didn't stop him from smiling once more at her from the doorway of his bedroom.
God, she was beautiful; he thought, as he closed his bedroom door. His eyes closed as soon as his head hit the pillow.
5 hours later...
It was still slightly dark out when Sonya's eyelids began to flutter, she was waking up from one of the absolute best dreams she had in so long and she wasn't going to be too happy about it when the sleep left her body.
Slowly, her eyes slipped open, causing everything to be blurry until she began to scrub her eyes with the palms of her hands in an attempt to clear them so that she could actually see where she was.
After a few moments longer of digging her palms into her tired eye sockets, she sat up, causing the blanket Alaric drapped over her to pool at her hips.
Sonya smiled as she threw the blanket haphazardly over the back of the couch as she stood up and smoothed the wrinkles out of her black cashmere sweater and then out of her knee-length jogging shorts.
She had grown to enjoy waking up to find herself in Alaric's apartment as much as she had. It was nice, it felt great and it made her smile every single time.
Sonya quietly padded over to his bedroom door, and slowly opened it, careful not to let it squeak or make him awaken.
He looked so peaceful and calm, with his hair completely disheveled along with his blue shirt and the covers that were comically tangled up with his legs. She had to clamp a slender hand over her mouth to prevent herself from howling with laughter at the thought of him attempting to wake up, only to end up face first on the floor after being tripped by his cobra-like covers.
He had done it once before, when he had woken up nearly 20 minutes late for work at the High School. Or he had thought that he was late, when it was actually a Saturday. But to be fair he had been up until nearly 4am talking with her about some of his students and a lot of what he was currently teaching them.
Sonya smiled at the memory of how into his History talk that he had been that he had not noticed how she was not listening to a word that he spoke. She didn't care too much for History, seeing as she pretty much lived the whole thing herself. Why would you need to learn about something that you were around for? You wouldn't, which was why she didn't listen to what he was actually saying, but she did enjoy hearing how passionate his voice was about that particular subject.
She stayed standing there for what seemed like hours before finally tearing her eyes away from his sleeping form and slipping silently from his apartment. But not before folding up the blanket and setting the soft pillow on top of it, along with a quick note to tell him where she was going.
2 hours later...
Damon was getting tired of waiting for Sonya to get back to the Boarding House, it had been two weeks, two damned weeks since she was there for more than a few hours. Only long enough for her to do some laundry, most of it his, take a long hot shower and spend maybe a half an hour doing her girly stuff and getting dressed.
If he said that he was not jealous of how much time she was spending on and with Alaric, he would be lying. His normally icy blue eyes were nearly green with his envy of Alaric at that moment, but frankly, he didn't give a damn. He just wanted Sonya to spend more time on him again, like she had done since they had first met nearly 100 years ago. He didn't want her to end up with Alaric. He was selfish that way but he wasn't going to let her or anyone else to know just how much he wanted to throw a fit and break a few necks, so, instead he had become severely broody and temperamental.
"Damon?! Stef?! Anybody home!" yelled her voice, before the front door slammed slightly. "Hello! I have a present for whoever is home right now!"
Damon threw back the nearly full glass of bourbon before setting the glass down with a small slam of his own and pretended to be bored as he trudged down the long staircase that would take him to her.
"Hey there grump." said Sonya with a quirk of a smile as she lifted a small bag, dangling off of her middle and pointer fingers and swung it slightly. "I got you a pretty little present. I hope you like it."
As much as he wanted to keep the straight, hard look on his face, Damon couldn't help but smirk at her as he eyed the small bag. She didn't usually come back bearing trinkets and now that she did, he was extremely intrigued.
"What is it?"
"Well you are just going to have to take a little looky for yourself now, aren't you?" she said with a mock scolding tone.
Damon's smile widened slightly as he went to grab the bag from her fingers, but before he could wrap his fingers around it, she pulled it right out of his reach again and again.
"Oh would you stop it." said Damon, finally letting a laugh escape his lips.
He attempted to grab it again but just like the last two times, she pulled it just out of his reach mere centimeters before wrapping his fingers around it.
"You have to be quicker than that, princess." laughed Sonya.
Damon rolled his eyes at her before using his speed to snatch the bag from her pale fingers.
"Why, thank you." said Damon cockily as he pulled the little metal splinters from the opening of the plastic.
Once he opened it, his crystal blue eyes widened ever so slightly. Inside the bag was a black leather antique cuff bracelet that really looked like it had been made many years ago, it looked almost ancient, yet it looked as if it was brand new.
"Like it? I found it in one of my old, old bags from before I met you but instantly thought of you when I did and I knew that I wanted you to have it. Besides, it totally says 'I'm Damon, don't make me break your little neck.' Don't it?" said Sonya happily.
"How old is it?" he asked, flicking his eyes to hers.
Sonya stood still, her head lifting to look at the ceiling as she thought about the answer to that particular question before quickly locking eyes with Damon.
"Oh, just.." she paused for a moment to clasp her hands together behind her back. "250 years or so."
Once again his eyes widened as they searched hers, "And you're just giving it to me because..."
Sonya huffed slightly, blowing a tuft of brown hair out of her eyes, before replying in a slightly mocking tone; "Well, if you don't want it, then I can just..."
As she went to grab it out of his hand, he quickly pulled it behind his back.
"No, no, no. Mine."
Her face was completely blank before she cracked an ecstatic smile and laughed hilariously.
"Oh hell, why are you laughing at me like that?" Damon asked, quircking his eyebrows.
Sonya couldn't even give him an answer as she doubled over, her laugh becoming slightly laboured as she attempted to stifle it but was unsuccessful and just made herself laugh harder and harder than she had in god knew how long.
"Oh my god, oh sorry, that just-" more laughter, "I can't believe you did that Day-" even more laughter and then some high pitched giggles, "You said 'Mine.' like little girl who was about to get her chocolate cake taken from her by her little sister."
"I'm not a girl, Son." said Damon haughtily, though he couldn't help the smile that slithered acrossed his handsome face.
"Oh, but Damon, you reminded me of my little sister Veronika just then and I couldn't contain my laughter." replied Sonya blissfully.
Damon stared at her for a moment, surprised. Since when was there another female Original Vampire? Weren't Sonya and Re- something it?
"You have a sister named Veronika? But there's only one other Original girl and, as far as I remember, her name doesn't start with a V."
Sonya stopped for a moment, her hand lifting to her lips as her eyes flooded with surprise and .
"I'm sorry, I'm going to go take a shower." she said quietly before darting past him as fast as she could, to her bedroom and slammed the door shut with haste before he could catch up to her.
She couldn't believe that she just let something like that slip in front of Damon, she only ever told him about Rebekah and the rest of the Mikaelson's who were supposed to be her family. How could she be so dumb and let it slip?! This wasn't good.
A/N: OK, that's Chapter Thirteen. I know, it really isn't that great but I have been out of the game for many months and I just wanted to give you all something. I'm kind of disappointed that it turned out as bleh as it did, but this is the best that I could come up with.
Also, I'm sorry that it is so short. I guess that is what I get for taking such a tremendously long time to write anything and for doing it at 3-4 in the AM.
Hopefully, I can get the next one to not be so short and bleh. Please forgive me for this.