Chapter 3 I'm Not Calling You A Liar

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Without further adieu...

I tapped my foot on the stone porch outside of the Salvatore boarding house waiting for someone to answer. The robust house stretched throughout thick trees that enshrouded it from the public eye. They did a good job on picking to live in a secluded area. God only knew how many decaying bodies were hidden within the house's walls.

I rang the doorbell again, patience evaporating in the air like smoke. There was no reason for me to be waiting this goddamn long. It was noon for god sakes. What could they possibly be doing that required them to be this rude?

"There's just no winning with you, Damon. You're impossible." The doors swung open, startling me. "I know Stefan can be saved. I can see it in his eyes. But why can't you? Why isn't it possible for you to believe in him after all the times he's seen the good in you when no one else did?"

There stood a man who I couldn't quite see because of the girl standing in front of him. And with the doors bursting open, I caught a a whiff of the girls scent and it, instantly made my stomach sick. Klaus told me about her. The Katherine doppelganger, Elena. But she was nothing like her clone counterpart, Katherine. Not as stylish, not as feisty, not a bitchy. Elena was vanilla. She even smelled lame. There was a sweetness to her. She always had the best of intentions and was the definition of 'pure'. She'd gone through a lot, but still managed to be a princess. Bleh. I'm sure she was a fine girl, but from first glance, the brunette was boring.

"It's a little something I like to call, 'living in reality,'" The man spoke, sarcasm flooding his tone. "You should try it sometime. Maybe you won't act so stupidly."

Elena threw her hands in the air, admitting defeat. "Why do I even try to reason with you."

"Because you're a user, Elena."

This was getting good.

"Excuse me." Elena's hands were now on her hips.

"Without me you'd be shit out of luck on your 'save Stefan' mission. And you know that so you use me to help you out. Well, let's see how far you get without me."

Stefan was the ripper right? If so, then I'm sure all of Elena's attempts to 'redeem him', were laughable.

"Damon, you may think I need you, but that's far from the truth. I've never needed you. And as for my 'save Stefan' mission, I've done a fine job without your help."

I'm sure she did do a fine job watching Stefan eat people like they were potato chips.

"Well then why are you still here, Elena?"

Ouch. It was obvious that his comment hurt her feelings, but she fought to be strong. "Fine."

"Fine," He repeated.

"Excuse me," Elena said, stomping past me on her way to her car. She got into her car angrily, then started it angrily, then drove away angrily. The girl was just an angry mess.

I turned around, ready to give Damon the big news that he had a new rommate, but words never managed to leave my lips. Instead, I sucked in a breath as startling blue eyes pierced my green ones. They were an endless supply of blue and I felt myself drowning in them, not wanting to be saved. A mass of black hair caressed his face gently and the urge to reach out and grab fistfuls of his strands tempted me to no end. This man was captivating.

And he smelled like a menagerie of things. Sex and carnage. Good and evil. He was the type who had pure intentions but a filthy head that kept him in trouble. His desires were in limbo. Part of him wanted to be swept away by that malevolent voice whispering wicked nothings in his ear, while the other wanted to strive to prove everyone wrong. To show everyone he wasn't as bad as what other's made of him. That he was capable of being a sweet little boy who kept himself out of trouble.

I had to hold in my urge to tear him apart. To rake my fingers across his skin and claw my way into his soul. To plant kisses on his chest and taste his quivering heart. To corrupt every ounce of tenderness he held onto and let his blood sing in my veins. But I had to cage in the savage he seduced me to be.

A smirk, both alluring and irksome, spread on his face. He noticed me checking him out. Of course he did. I'm sure he had stolen all the hearts of the tweens that infested this town. But there was no reason for me to feel myself blushing considering I was older than he was. Flustered and embarrassed, I shifted my eyes away from him. What the hell was happening to me? If I wasn't ashamed to let Klaus see me in my darkest moments, why was I so mortified now over some pathetic vampire?

"You don't have to tell me, I already know, I look good enough to eat."

He had no idea.

"Hi, I'm Lucy, your new roommate." I said, extending a hand that went untouched. .

Damon's smile faded like a sunset. "Why do people seem to think this is a fucking motel? I mean, when you pulled up, did you see a sign that said 'Motel 6?'"

I answered his rhetorical question. "I didn't pull up because I haven't got a car, but when I walked up, I did see a nice little sign that read 'Salvatore Boarding House.' Unless that's false advertisement. I bet this whole boarding house thing is a scam to lure in unsuspecting women and feed off them. Which if you ask me, isn't too shabby of a plan."

His brows furrowed. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I think you do."

"All the rooms are filled here."

"You don't have to lie to me."

"Who's lying?"

I laughed. "You want to help me with my bags?"

Damon and I looked over to my bags. Which was literally three trash bags filled with clothes.

"Classy," he said, leaning against his door frame.

"I'll never understand why people will spend fifty dollars on a suitcase when they can simply buy a trash bag for less than one fifth of that. They both get the job done."

Damon folded his toned arms over his chest and sighed heavily. "Regardless, you're not living here."

This was ridiculous. I wasn't going to stand here and bargain with some vampire scum to let me in. If I wanted to, I'd simply take it.

"I'll be your best friend," I said, batting my eyelashes.

"I don't do friends," He scoffed, sounding like a ditzy teenager.

"I'm not asking you to do me, unless of course you want to." He thought he was the only one who could give lewd remarks and be a smug prick? "And who wouldn't want to?"

"Don't flatter yourself. You're far from the type of girl I'd fuck."

"Once again, you don't have to lie." I smiled.

"Who's lying?"

"But I bet that Elena girl is your type, huh?" I whispered like it was a secret. Damon obviously had a thing for her. If he didn't, he wouldn't have looked so jealous about the fact that Elena still wanted to help Stefan. "And I bet that the fact that she likes your brother enrages you. But in some weird, twisted way, it turns you on more than you would want it to. She's that forbidden piece of fruit that you know you shouldn't eat, but you want to so badly. Am I right, or am I right?"

"Good bye, Lucy."

Damon slammed the door in my face, leaving my with no one to keep me company besides my bags. He thought he won? He thought that this game was over between us? Damon had to be an idiot to think I'd give up so easily.

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I tip toed in the Salvatore Boarding House, making sure not to make a peep. Why Damon didn't lock the door was beyond me. Perhaps he thought I wouldn't be courageous enough to do this. Perhaps he was just an imbecile.

Grip tightening around the edge of the trash bag, I tried my hardest to haul it up the flight of stairs. I still had two more to get after this one all without making a peep. And considering how large this house was, hopefully Damon was at too great of a distance to use his vampire hearing to detect me. I just had to concentrate on getting these bags up first.

I walked into the first empty room I could find, which wasn't too bad looking if you consider only having a bed as 'not to bad looking'. Oak floor with walls to match, a closet, and even my own personal bathroom. It was simplistic. But with my feminine charm and flair, the room would transition from bare and dull to stunning and lively. Yep, this room would do.

Click.

The sound of the door closing caused me to sigh. "You weren't supposed to see me yet, Damon."

Turning around, there he stood. Well, he wasn't actually standing, but slowly walking towards me with a scowl on his face. Stiffened shoulders and squinted eyes, Damon wagged his index finger at me like I was an incompetent dog who chewed through his shoes.

"Didn't I tell you to leave?"

I scratched my head. "Well, you told me goodbye, and that I wasn't the type of girl you'd fuck, but I don't believe you uttered a single word about me leaving."

As soon as the last bits of my remark fell from my lips, I found myself sandwiched between Damon, and the mattress of the bed. His hand gripped my throat in what I guess was an attempt to demonstrate how strong he was. But his efforts were futile. Zombie's bodies were naturally made to fight off pain. And while some things do hurt, like setting yourself aflame, or being stabbed, simple things such as punches or in this case, stranglings, feel like nothing more than a swat to the hand.

"I don't care to know what you are,why you don't have a scent, or why you insist on pissing me off, but if-"

"This is you pissed off?" I feigned a yawn before continuing. "Then you are a truly boring man."

"We'll see just how boring I get if you don't leave." He squeezed harder and I laughed.

With a simple push, I sent Damon crashing into a wall, body sinking onto the floor. I stood, making my way over to the fallen vampire. Crouching down, our eyes met. "I don't take well to threats, Mr. Salvatore. So if you don't plan on acting upon your silly insinuations to kill me, and killing me is highly unlikely, then please refrain from saying them. Klaus may have promised not to lay a finger on you or your brother, but I most certainly agreed to no such thing."

"How do you know Klaus?" Damon gazed up towards me through the strands of hair that shadowed a handsome face.

"You need not worry about that." I joined him on the floor. "But I will tell you that he asked me to watch over you all and I accepted."

"Great, and another player is added to the never ending bullshit game Klaus likes to play," Damon said, sardonically. I could tell these little quips would be a reoccurring thing so I'd best be on my toes when around him.

"I know all about the game you're talking about, Damon. You've played it for what, six months at the most? Try centuries. The difference between you and I is that I can take my piece off the board if I so desire."

"Then why don't you?"

I didn't have an answer to his question. Klaus wasn't someone I could just toss away like rubbish. He understood me the most. And vice versa. And while we may not have understood each other completely and whole-heartedly, the chunk we did know sufficed."You're guess is as good as mine. "

I expected Damon to continue his fit of rage after our conversation, but he kept quiet. And this discomforting silence wasn't needed now. Not on that note.

"I know you don't want me here, but you haven't a choice in the matter, so I'll reintroduce myself. Hi, I'm Lucinda."

I extended my hand once again to this time have Damon reluctantly shake it.

"Damon." He sounded defeated.

"I know you said you don't care to know about what I am, but I figured that that was a lie. So I'll spare you the trouble of playing detective and will tell you. I'm a zombie."

Puzzlement took over his features. "You mean like, Night of the Living Dead, zombie?"

"Not much of a George A. Romero fan, but yes, something like that."

"Well, I'm a vampire," He said, making less of a big deal about the fact that I was a zombie than what I thought he would. I didn't feel like a freak of nature for once. I mean, zombies were rare. I'm sure I was Damon's first encounter with one. His chances of meeting Big Foot were greater than meeting a zombie. I'd only known one and I hoped to never see that fucking cunt as long as I was alive. Which would be an eternity.

"Pleasure to meet you Damon the Vampire."

"Pleasure's all mine, Lucinda the Zombie."

To the normal person, this may have seemed like just some regular conversation. Two people, who were once not on the greatest of terms trying to mend their already strained relationship. But it was quite the opposite. Damon was pretending to be cordial where as I was actually trying to bond. For Damon to just simply allow me to live here without making a fuss would be an impossible task. He would plan on making my stay here a living hell. And I would accept whatever he threw at me with open arms.