Chapter 2

Sleeping Beauty

"Bonnie!" I yell, moving through the dark, still halls. Making my way to where the dog stench is still coming from. "Why does it still reek like dog in here?"

Finding the source of the gut wrenching smell, curled up in my favorite spot in the parlor. "I thought I told you to take care of that smell and then bring the walking blood bag to my room? So, I could compel her and send her on her marry, little way."

"Yeah, a little helping carrying her up the stairs would have been nice." Her beady, little eyes glared at me from behind the huge stack of books, piled in front of her. I wonder if she is finally back to looking for a way to break this damn curse.

"And what did you want me to do, throw her in the tub and watch her drown?" She continued on.

"Come on you've tossed me around this very room with just the flick of the wrist. I'm three times her size. You're telling me you couldn't," flicking my wrist in the direction of the stairs.

"No, asshole. I'm not going to fling her across the room and up the stairs." Man, if looks could kill, I'd be a dead man. If technically I wasn't already dead. "What I wouldn't give to have your brother here right now."

"Ouch, that hurt." Bringing my hand to my chest, I make a stabbing motion. "NOT!"

Looking over at the heap in the corner of my couch. She doesn't exactly look like she is sleeping, more like she is dead. But I can hear her heart beating, steady, rapidly. Almost like it is going to pop out of her chest.

I plop myself down on the couch next to her. I little rougher than I need to. Her body jumps but she doesn't move. "Yeah," I look over my shoulder at the fiery brunette sitting at my desk. I can feel her eyes burning a hole into the back of my head. "Because my hero brother, totally wouldn't be ripping into this girl's jugular, with all her blood dripping all over my sofa."

"I'd take another 100 years of blood stained halls over a hundred years with you."

"Now, Bonners," I pull myself of the couch and make my way closer to the tiny brunette, laying so still on the couch. "I know you don't mean that," moving the girls long chestnut hair from around her neck, exposing her bare flesh. "Because if you really want a hundred years of blood stained walls." I feel the snake like veins forming around my eyes, I drop my fangs out slowly. The long sharp fang, slicing across my lip.

But, she doesn't make a pep or a move towards stopping me.

"What?! Go ahead," she nods her head towards me and the girl. Her arms crossed over her chest. "Kill her." She slams the grimoire closed and pushes it away from her, knocking into the larger stack of books right behind it. Knocking them to the floor, in front of the desk.

She stands, the chair she's sitting in falls to the floor and she moves towards stairs. "She's dead anyways." She spits out before making her way up the stairs.

What does she mean, she's dead anyways? Hunching closer to the girl. I can hear her breathing. I can still hear her heart beat. "What do you means she'd dead anyways?" I shout, but she doesn't answer.

Biting into my hand, I push the moist flesh of my hand to her lips. Squeezing my palm, causing the blood to run off onto her dry lips. She doesn't move. Her wounds don't start healing. "What the fuck?" I yell up the stairs. There's no responds from either of them. The girl lays still, and silent.

Biting into my lip, I bring my lips to the still open cuts along her arms. Pushing my blood against the wounds with my tongue

"Oh come on," I yell into the empty room. "I'm trying here. I was trying to something good." I don't know if I'm yelling at the god that I don't believe in, Bonnie or this fucking house.

"It's a curse." Bonnie says from behind me. I never even heard her come back down the stairs.

"What is? That you're stuck in this house with two blood crazed vampires, for eternity or one of us dies. Because yeah, I thought we figured that out a couple hundred years ago." I plop myself up on the floor in front of the sleeping girl. My back leaning against the couch.

I continue playing with the open wound on my hand, opening and closing it. Watching as it closes slowly and nothing is left but the now drying blood.

"No, her," she points to the girl.

"What is she like sleeping beauty or something." I laughed, "She was awake and talking when I found her. She was mumbling something over and over."

"No. I mean yes. I mean, no the curse isn't making her sleep. She's not sleeping beauty." She moved across the room, stopping right in front of me and sleeping beauty. Pushing her forward until she almost falls off the couch. I turn just in time to catch her; she falls against my chest. Bonnie rips the girls dress from the top, all the way down her back.

What I see is breath taking. I've never seen anything like it in all my time. It's beautiful and colorful. It is a tattoo of a huge oak tree. It's covering her whole back. The roots grew down past were Bonnie had ripped her dress and the branches stretched out, covering every inch of her tiny back.

"Wow! Make me wish my skin didn't rejuvenate itself and I could add some color like this to my skin."

"Find the witch that put it on her. I'm sure she'd be willing to add another curse on top of the one or two you're already living." She moves away from us. Sitting on the arm of the couch.

"What? How is this a curse?" I reach out and touch the bright green leaves and I have to admit. I freak when the leaves move, like the wind had just caressed them. Falling back on the small coffee table, my ass decides I need to take a set after what I just saw.

"What is it?"

Bonnie raising her shoulders and then they fall again. "I don't know; I've read through every one of grams' grimoires."

"Then how do you know she's dead or dying." Reaching out, I brush my fingers against the leaves and they move again. Bending a press my lips together and blow a light breath of air on them, causing them all to rustle together.

"I found something," her eyes are on the girl. Watching me play with the tattoo. She watches as one of the leaves floats to what would be the foot of the tree. "Don't!" She yells, jumping across the couch and smacking my hand away from sleeping beauty. Causing me to jump back. "They are her life line…" She looks down at the now wilting leave. "I think," she says. "I don't know."

"You think? You don't know? What is it Bonnie? You said you didn't find anything in Grams books."

"I don't know. I found something. Maybe, in one of grams' grimoires. But I can't translate everything in it. All I know is, I mean I think it says something…"

"What? spite it out." I don't understand why I'm so pissed. I don't even know this girl and could care less about her and her fucking curse.

Yes, I do. Who am I kidding, I know why I'm pissed. "You, you and your fucking witches." I shouted, pointing at her. Pointing at poor Bonnie. I grab her by the neck, lifting her feet off the ground. "You guys always have to meddle in everything. You guys can't just let people be can you."

She's kicking her feet wildly, her nails digging into my hand. She could make me drop and I know it. I flick or the wrist or squeeze of her hand and I'll be on the floor. But, it doesn't stop me from wrapping my hand even tighter around her neck. "I didn't…" She's tries to say again and again. "I didn't do this…I didn't curse you, Damon." It's low and she's chocking on every word. "I'm here, too."

When she says it, I drop her. She drops into a heap on the floor. Her hand flying to her throat. I know she didn't do this. I know she isn't the one who cursed me and I know that she's stuck her with us. But she's a witch and I still hate her for it.

I have to get away from her, from the girl, from all of it. Flashing towards the door, I have to get away. Throwing open the door, I try to run through it. But I get pushed back with just as much force as I used to try and get through it.

"It's your turn, Damon…. You can't leave." She said holding her throat.

"You fucking locked me in here?" I turned towards her.

"It's your turn. I can't call him back. Not yet, he needs time."

I don't care that he needs time, that he was going stir crazy. I haven't even been here 24 hours and I'm already, ready to kill someone.

"It's the choice you guys made." She's steps closer, but when she does. So, do I and she takes a step back again.

"This isn't a choice." I snarl at her, stepping another foot closer. "I didn't choose to be here. To spend half my life time being locked in here with you." I take another step closer.

"We're all cursed to be here. If you leave, it's not just your life that ends." I don't want to hear it. I flash up the stairs and to my room. Slamming the door. Pacing the room, over and over. Back and forth. It's doing nothing to calm my nerves.

I need to get that girl out of my house. I can't have another cursed soul, trapped in this house with me. I can't be responsible for another life.

I hope you guys enjoyed the second chapter. Hope to see you with the next update :)