Chapter 4 The Heartless

I haven't updated in a while and I a deeply sorry for that. But I am here, giving you all another chapter that I hope satisfies you all. Spoiler alert for those who didn't see the newest VD episode. If the person that Bonnie saw in the coffin wasn't a Klaus doppelganger I'm going to be mad. He's the only reason I've continued watching the show. The writers are terrible and the only joy I now get is watching Stefan and Klaus. Everything is just so serious in the show, we need a bit of fluff. And if they call Damon and Elena kissing fluff, then I officially don't want to watch the show anymore. I'd rather be left thinking of VD as a good show rather than watch it spiral out of control. Anywho, thank you to all the sexy Klaus fans that enjoy this story. Reviews and comments inspire me to update quicker so you all know what to do. -wink wink-

"So would you be a dear and help me with my bags?" I smiled, lifting myself from the ground, dusting off Klaus's jacket. I'd already been scorned for staining it in Jared's blood and I had no desire to listen to another one of Klaus's never ending rants about me coating his coat in dust and debris.

Damon followed suit and stood, giving me an incredulous stare that I wasn't quite fond of. "Get them yourself. Do I look like a fucking bellboy to you."

If he intended on acting like this my entire stay here then I'd blow my brains out. Then revitalize and do it again. "Well if you are then I most certainly hope you don't expect a tip."

As if we weren't already close enough, Damon took a few steps more baby steps in my direction, connecting our bodies. The craving to throw him onto the ground and ravage him until he was nevermore remained a thought I could not eradicate from my mind. His scent tantalized my lips, beckoning me forth to sink my teeth into his pulsating flesh. Luckily for him, I'd already satiated my cravings.

"Get. Them. Yourself." He enunciated each syllable clearly.

"I'm a zombie, not deaf." He frowned, fully realizing I wouldn't back down from him. "And I would but I thought that you getting them would be a much better idea. Vampire's possess the speed us zombies lack. And while I am strong enough to carry them, I just thought that maybe you'd spare me the efforts and do it for me."

As he sighed the pungent smell of alcohol flooded my senses. He'd been drinking. I'd never quite liked the taste of drunks. Hopefully he did it sparingly. "So you're not going to get them because you're slow?" His eyebrows slowly raised, forming creases in his forehead.

"Yes." Zombies were the slowest of the supernaturals. But what we lacked in speed we made up in endurance. We were hands down the most relentless of the sups.

Damon took a few melodramatic steps backwards. Each step accentuating his disapproval of me staying here and his annoyance of me asking him to get my bags. "Fine. I guess I wouldn't be a very good host if I didn't."

It were this simple to persuade him into doing what I desired then who knows what else I could convince him to do.

"Done," he announced, tossing my bags onto the floor, spilling it's contents.

But I paid that no mind. He was just lashing out as any child would. "Thank you."

His arctic blue eyes gave me a glare that I'm sure he'd used on many others. This was the part where I felt intimidated by him and cowered in fear. As if I'd ever allow that to happen.

"Now that that's settled, I'll be downstairs bashing my brains out."

And then I'd eat every single morsel of them. "Mind if I watch? I'm dreadfully bored."

"Yes." He nodded his head rapidly. "Don't you have things to do? I'm sure Klaus left you a list of shit to take care of."

I ran a hand through my lush pink hair, removing the strands guarding my face. "I received no such list."

Damon's hands found the sides of his head, massaging his temples figure eights. "I'll be downstairs thinking of ways to stop whatever it is he wants you to do. If you need anything, please hesitate to ask."

He began walking away, leaving me completely alone in the unfurnished room. I honestly gave what he'd instructed me to do a serious thought. To sit in my room and behave. But I'd figured what I wanted to do was far more interesting.

I ran after him, maneuvering down the endless corridor until I finally saw his back. A low rasp of words I couldn't decipher came from his mouth as his hands moved in a variety of ways. I suppose he wasn't that happy about me staying here.

And to solidify those feelings I found myself in his grasp, not bothering to break free. He used his vampire speed to do so and I was fully aware of that. My eyes could register a vampire's movements, I was just too slow to escape them.

"Look. If you're going to stay here, you better learn rules and do it fast. Don't touch my leather jacket. Don't drink my booze. And don't piss me off." His attempt to push me away only resulted in him stumbling backwards, making him look foolish in the process.

I bit my lip. "I just thought that maybe you'd show me around. Or better yet, we'd become friends."

Damon's hands moved in towards my throat with the intentions on choking me before he wiped the notion from his head and walked away. And me, not wanting to be left alone continued following behind him like a stray puppy.

In complete and utter silence, we traveled down the long flight of stairs that led to his living room. Which was rather large and left me feeling swallowed whole. The color scheme was so terribly glum. Everything brown or maroon. The lighting was dim and the furniture looked outdated. This place needed a complete revamping. Which was amusing to me considering vampires lived in it.

"Lucinda Wright." A voice called to me. Soft and smooth like rose petals yet harsh enough to knock the wind out of me. "What an unpleasant surprise."

There stood the little monster whom I dreaded having to see again. You see, after the many years of living I've garnered a few enemies. This woman was number two on the list of people I could live without. Number one however, was the Antichrist. Hair the color of wheat and eyes the color of the ocean during a storm, Rebekah casted her evil glare onto Damon and I. An inner turmoil ruptured within me as I didn't know which way to handle the situation. I could let bygones be bygones and bury the hatchet. Or I could let a hate that's brewed for centuries play out.

Much to my surprise, I choose the former.

"Hello Rebekah." I offered her a warm wave to which she didn't receive very well.

"Why are you here?" Her voice cracked with anguish.

Damon answered the question on my behalf. "Klaus decided to add another player to the game."

"I'm here to watch after you all." I didn't sound as cheerful as what I would've wanted. "However, he failed to mention anything about you being in the picture. Please tell me your just visiting."

"Oh I wish I was. But like you, my brother has given me the task of keeping an eye out on everything." Then why would Klaus need me? Oh wait, I remember, to exterminate a pesky father. "And now I'm stuck here in this house."

"Hey, no one's forcing you to stay here. I'm all for you packing your shit and moving out." Damon opened a glass containing some vile smelling liquid before pouring it into a cup and drinking it in one swallow.

"I cannot believe Klaus didn't tell me you'd be here. He knew that I'd decline his offer if he did. Lying sack of shit," I sighed, realizing that I'd fallen prey to another one of Klaus's traps. Whenever he needed me to pick the pieces to a plan gone terribly wrong, he'd never give me the full details. And he knew that getting me to feed would cloud my judgment temporarily.

"I can't believe you're actually still in love with my brother." Rebekah covered her mouth, preventing me from fully hearing her snide laughter.

"Wait. Let me get this straight." Damon moved to my side, another drink in his grasp. "You're actually in love with Klaus? Wow. And here I was thinking you couldn't get more pathetic. Newsflash, Klaus loves no one but himself."

Love? Who said anything about love? Klaus and I were just decent friends. When he needed me to fix a problem of his, I was there. And when I needed him to help me find body parts for my deteriorating limbs, he was always a helping hand. But the two were making me out to be an absurd girl who knew nothing of the monster Klaus was. That he and I knew each other for barely a decade. That I just blindly followed his wishes in hopes that I could change him. But I was fine with who Klaus was and in no way was I trying to reform him just because I wanted to change.

But if they wanted to tease and ridicule me it was only fair that I did the same.

"You want to know what's surprising Bekah," her laughing stopped immediately, "how Klaus has yet to put you down like rabid little bitch. But don't worry, you'll share a coffin identical to the one's your siblings share soon enough."

Mouth agape, eyes filled with scorn, she was apparently hurt by my comment. And as she found a retort to insult me with, I'd already averted my attention to a still snickering Damon.

"And you, Mr. Hide-my-true-feelings-behind-an-irascible-facade, let's see how strong that wall of yours is once Elena is dead."

"Alright. That's it." Damon through his drink down before speeding behind me. Arm hugging across me chest, Damon pulled me closely against him. "Threaten me all you want, I really don't care. But once you threaten Elena, then we have a problem."

And they had the audacity to say that I was lovesick.

"She's going to die," I sang, rocking on the balms of my feet.

Under the impression that he could hurt me, he tightened his grip."Is that before or after I kill you."

"Most-assuredly before."

Rebekah intervened. "Really you two, can you stop with the foreplay and fight already. This is sure to be an entertaining one."

"You see, I'm not buying this whole Zombie scheme. You're probably just a vampire without a scent because you're in good with a coven of witches." As if that made any sense. Not having a scent only gave me an unhealthy amount of attention from supernaturals. And sadly, witches couldn't give me one. Something about me not being a part of nature's balance or some shit. "So I'm just going to kill you right here, right now."

Not by doing anything I haven't tried. "You can't kill me."

"And I guess that's because you're a zombie. Nah, that lie you're telling isn't going to help you."

"Bekah, will you please tell him that I can't die." I looked to her for help.

And she turned me down. "I think it's a brilliant idea, Damon. She's used this zombie bluff for years."

And Damon thought he was smart enough to be the first one to figure it out? Klaus had me living with a flock of idiots.

"Guess you're out of tricks," Damon taunted, free hand sliding up to the left side of my back. "Hope you've enjoyed your stay at the Salvatore Boarding House. Do come again."

I grit my teeth together, feeling Damon's hand rip through my back and appear in my view. Coated in blood, Damon held my heart out in front of me, squeezing it until it turned into mush. He removed his arm, leaving a gaping hole inside of me. Breathing labored, coughing up blood, I stumbled towards Rebekah, wishing that there was a way for her to save me, but knowing deep down that I'd just had to accept what was given to me.

She sidestepped me, causing me to fall onto the floor and marinate in a pool of my blood. I anticipated this happening during my stay here. I just didn't fathom it occurring this quickly. If they wanted to challenge me, then I would have no regrets giving them what they had coming. Rebekah would be joining the rest of her family in coffins. And I'd torture Damon.

Because unlike me, he could really die.

Unless maybe, just maybe, this time death wouldn't tease me.