AN: Oh. My. God. I feel so bad! I haven't updated in forever. I was so stuck on this chapter and I'm still not really satisfied with it. Please let me know what you think. Criticism is always welcome. Next chapter will not take this long I promise! 5 reviews for next chapter though :)
Previously on Beautiful Nightmare
The second somebody puts a foot through the doorway, Adelaide attacks. Super speeding, she wraps her hand around the persons throat and pins them to the wall. It takes a few moments for her brain to realize just who she is attacking.
"Stef?" She gasps, shocked at the modern Stefan.
"What? She was always violent" Damon defends her actions. His voice made her cold, dead heart quicken as she slowly turns to see the man she was going to marry in front of her. He was so different, yet still the same. He was wearing much different clothing then the last time they had seen each other and his hair much shorter but he was still the same Damon. He had his signature ice blue eyes and cocky smirk.
"Damon"
"Hey Addy" Damon smiles. Adelaide is about to smile back and run and jump into his arms like old times until another thought struck her.
"Where am I?" Her voice croaks, still dry from the years of no water
"Salvatore House" Damon answers
"I used to live in the Salvatore House. This isn't it"
"Oh, didn't I mention it's been a rough 160 years since you were daggered?" Damon smirks. Adelaide's face becomes void of any emotion. Her eyes staring into nothingness as she processes the fact that her brother, the one man she could trust to protect her for life, had daggered her in cold blood and left her to rot for 160 years, all because she wanted to live her own life. This infuriates her. Her face then contorts into one of anger. Blowing a loud puff through her nose, she starts to rant
"I'm going to kill him. I'm going rip his heart out and shove it down his throat under it coms out of his ass. Then I'm going to rip his head off and use it as a football." She babbles as she paces back and forth.
"Very creative" Damon comments, interrupting her pacing. She pauses and looks to the three.
"Where is he?" She growls darkly.
"Mikaelson Mansion, few blocks away" Damon informs. On a mission, Adelaide goes to walk out the door but Damon grabs her and pulls her back
"Are you really going to barge in there without a plan? That's not the Addy I know" He says
"I already described it, did you not hear me?" She slightly growls, just wanting to get out here.
"You may want to get changed" A female voice chimes in for the first time. Adelaide looks over at Elena, suspiciously. The girl had the exact same face as Katherine but having already known that the face made it's way through the Petrova family every couple of centuries, she assumed she was a doppelgänger. It couldn't be Katherine, this girl looked pure and innocent, two things that that bitch definitely wasn't.
"Changed?" Adelaide asks, not fully understanding what she meant
"You know, change your clothes" She says quietly, frightened that she was going to piss the powerful Original off. Adelaide looks down at her puffy dress and corset and remembers how different the doppelgängers outfit was.
"Good idea" She commends.
"Anyone got anything for me to wear?" She questions them
"I'll go get some of Caroline's clothes" Elena says, thinking that Caroline's clothes would be more Addy's style.
"I'll come with you" Stefan volunteers and they both walk out of the house, leaving Damon and Adelaide in a semi-awkward silence. Adelaide decides she's had enough and speaks.
"Did you miss me?" She lamely asks. He gives her a short stare before replying.
"They shouldn't be too long. You can change in here" Damon flatly answers then walks out. Addy freezes in the spot. Why was he being so rude to her? He loves her. Well he loved her in 1864, which for her seems like yesterday. Sighing, she walks over to the mirror in Damon's room and starts to undress. When she gets to her corset though, she has some trouble. The numerous strings seemed impossible to untie without her hand maid, who is no where to be found 160 years into the future. After groaning and complaining for a few minutes, she gives up and has no other option but to call the only other person in the house.
"Damon" She softly calls. He super speeds to the doorway and is caught slightly off guard when he sees her in a state of undress.
"This silly corset is difficult to get out of without help" She pouts and he steps forward. He stands behind her as he begins to unlace the corset. She stares at him through the mirror and feels as though this is déjà vu and comments on it.
"Remember the last time we were in such a state?"
1864 Mystic Falls
Staring at her own beautiful reflection, Adelaide sits by her vanity, stroking her golden locks with a brush only in her undergarments. She continues to stare blankly at herself until her heightened vampire senses kicked in and she registered a human standing in the doorway.
"You know Mr. Salvatore, it's not very gentleman like to spy on a lady while she is improper." She slightly smirks to herself without looking away from the mirror. Damon emerges out of the shadows.
"My apologizes, Miss Smith" He smiles. She sets her brush down on the vanity and twirls around on her stool to face the man.
"Since you're already here. Make yourself useful" She smiles seductively before standing up and turning her back to Damon. Damon eyes the strings keeping her corset enlaced and knows what she is suggesting. He can't help but obey. He steps forward and begins to softly unlace the laces. Her skin feeling so very soft under his hands and his hands feeling so very hot on her skin. By the time he had gotten to the last lace, the sexual tension in the air could be cut with a knife. Unable to take it much longer, Adelaide spins around and captures Damon mouth in fiery kiss, letting the corset fall to the ground.
Salvatore house, present time
"I remember" He tells her, vividly remembering the first time they made love. She goes to reply but he beats her to it
"There, all done. You should probably go get cleaned up, you've been in a musty, old coffin for like a billion years." He tells her, stepping away from her. Holding the loosened corset to her chest, she makes her way to the bathroom. She looked around and finds it to be very classy and elegant just like Damon's room. There was one strange thing in the room she didn't recognize.
"Damon?" She calls for a second time
"What?" He groans from his room
"What is this?" He walks in and sees what she is referring to
"That's a shower Addy" Damon informs, holding back slight laughter at her naivety
"A what?"