Alison laid flat on her bed starring at the ceiling, everything was silent. A soft breeze blew in from the window, causing the purple curtains to flutter gently. A small part of her hoped that Damon would just randomly appear like he did all those other times, but the other part of her knew that wouldn't happen and she just need to get over it. She didn't want to be that girl who's whole world stops just because of a guy.
With a heavy sigh Alison got up off the bed and headed over to her vanity. Pulling her hair up into a high ponytail her chocolate orbs scanned over the two items that laid on her desk. The necklace Damon had asked her to hold onto, and the vervain bracelet Stefan had given to her. She picked up both objects and stared at them, like each held a different path.
"Alison?" Alison snapped her attention to the door as she heard her sister's muffled voice. She quickly stuffed the bracelet into the box it came with before heading to the door as she clipped the necklace around her neck.
Alison opened her door to see Elena biting back an embarrassed smile. Alison rose an eyebrow at her sister as she moved out of the way to let Elena into the room.
"What's up?" Alison asked as she closed the door behind Elena and turned to look at her younger sister.
"I just ran into Vicki." Was all Elena said.
"Like here?" Alison asked pointing to the ground by her feet. Elena nodded, a small laugh escaping her lips. And as much as Alison wanted to laugh, to smile along with her sister she just couldn't find it in herself to do it.
"You know," Elena started, letting her smile fall into a look of pity. "Stefan told me about what Damon did."
"What?!" Alison looked up at Elena in horror, the last thing she wanted was for her little sister to know about vampires. She quickly hid it and clear her throat. "I mean… what did he say?"
"That he used you, hurt you," Alison only rolled her eyes and sat down on her bed. Elena sighed following her older sister and sat down next to her hesitantly. "Ali… you know you can always come and talk to me right?"
"That's the problem 'Lena," Alison voice raised involuntarily. "There's nothing to talk about. Nothing happened."
"Really? Then what's that?" Elena asked, a pitying look in her eyes as she pointed to the bite mark peeking out from under her shirt. Alison stood up quickly, pulling her shirt down to cover it.
"Nothing, you wouldn't understand." Alison mumbled.
"I would if you just talked to me!" Elena stood up, following her older sister.
"Just, get out." Alison shook her head, leaning up against her dresser, her back to her younger sister.
"Ali…" Elena's voice was once again quiet, and cautious.
"I said 'get out' Elena!" Alison shouted pointing to her door. There was a long silence before footsteps sounded through the room and the door shutting softly. Alison let out a deep breath before throwing on a smile and heading down to the kitchen.
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Alison closed her locker silently, letting out a startled shriek when she saw Stefan leaning up against the locker beside her. She let out a breath of relief before hitting Stefan in the chest.
"You scared me!"
"We need to talk," Stefan said bluntly, his face dead serious. Alison opened her mouth to protest but then Stefan said the words that would always pull Alison to a halt. The words that would make Alison drop everything. "It's about Damon."
"Okay," Alison let out a sigh as she looked around at the crowded hallway. "But not here." She grabbed Stefan's wrist and led him out the back entrance of the school to the parking lot. The parking lot was empty of people as usual, since it was the middle of the school day. Alison stopped at her car and leant up against the hood.
"Listen about what you said the other night," Stefan started cautiously, knowing that one wrong word and Alison would never give him the answers he wanted. "I know you think, you let Damon feed on you-"
"Think?" Alison cut him off with a scoff. "I know I did, Stefan, and I know I did it willingly despite what you may believe."
"Fine," Stefan gave in, crossing his arms. "Let's say you did let him, that he didn't compel you, why?"
"What?" Alison looked to the ground dumbfounded.
"Why did you let him feed on you? You had met him two, three times prior. He was a complete stranger. So why would you let him feed on you." The silence hung thick in the air as Alison racked her brain for an answer. Truth be told she had no idea why she did it, just that she did.
"Because… I was fascinated." Alison finally decided with a shrug.
"Fascinated?" Stefan repeated
"You wouldn't understand. It's just there's this thing about me that isn't normal, and I guess the unnormal part of me is attracted to other unnormal things…" Alison trailed with a sigh of frustration. "That even confused me." She grumbled dropping her head into her hands.
"Alison," Stefan took a step forward. "What are you talking about?" Alison looked up at the boy with a hesitant look before holding out her hand.
"Give me your hand." Stefan's gaze shifted from Alison to her hand in confusion before he slowly took her hand.
The second they made contact Alison took in a sharp breath her eyes coloring white as hundreds of dead bodies danced across her vision. Some without heads or other limbs missing. Alison jerked her hand back and let out a deep breath as her eyes turned back to her normal chocolate brown ones.
"You're eyes… they turned white," Stefan said slowly his eyes scanning her face. "Are you a witch?"
"No…" Alison trailed off looking down at her hands as she picked at the skin around her fingernails. "Damon said something about a seer… that they're these people who can get visions of the past or the future."
"You're a seer." Stefan stated more than asked, but Alison nodded anyway.
"I think I am." Everything was silent, the quietness driving Alison mad as she shifted from one foot or the other.
"Alison, are you wearing the bracelet I gave you?" Stefan finally asked. Alison checked her wrists before shaking her head.
"No."
"Good," Stefan then took her face in his hands and stared deeply into her eyes. "I want you to smash your windshield." Stefan's eyes dilated as he compelled her. Alison jerked away and looked at him like he was crazy.
"Are you insane? This car is my life, im not just gonna break it." Alison shouted.
"Oh, my god…" Stefan whispered, his eyes wide as he ran a hand down his face.
"What?" Alison's look of anger melted into one of confusion.
"You can't be compelled, which means you really did let Damon feed on you." Stefan rambled his eyebrows furrowing as he looked down at the ground.
"Stefan what are you mumbling about!" Alison shouted.
"Damon didn't compel you, cause you can't be compelled." Stefan finally spoke in a tone in which Alison could understand, and she couldn't help the small smile that formed.
"So you're gonna let Damon go." Alison stated more than asked. Stefan shook his head immediately, no hesitation.
"No."
"What? Why not?" Alison asked going from confused to angry. "You just said he didn't compel me."
"Okay, he didn't compel you. He still killed people, including coach Tanner."
"Coach Tanner was a dick." Alison placed a hand on her hip.
"He was still a person, Alison." Stefan looked at the girl like she was crazy. Was she really making excuses for Damon? Stefan shook his head and turned to go back inside the school.
"I saw them," Stefan stopped, his back still to her. "All those people, ripped apart. That was you wasn't it," Stefan finally turned around and looked at the older Gilbert girl, a haunted look in his eyes. "Don't worry. I won't judge you. Because I don't judge people on their mistakes, I judge them on whether they are willing to fix them." Alison then walked into the school, hitting her shoulder into Stefan's as she walked by.
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"The sexy suds car wash is tomorrow. The football team and the band have committed. Well, not all the band. Just the ones who could pull off the bikini. I want, in your face, sexy. I mean, it's a fund raiser, for god's sake." Caroline ranted to Alison while Bonnie and Elena just watched the two interact.
"If you want in your face sexy, you should let me greet people as they drive in." Alison said with a sly smirk and a wink, causing Caroline to let out a laugh.
"So you saw the marks?" Bonnie asked, Elena, as the girl watched her older sister with worry in her eyes. "And you didn't know anything about it?"
"No, Bonnie, she doesn't talk to me like she used to, ever since the accident…" Elena trailed off running a hand through her hair.
"Hey," Bonnie placed a hand on her best friend's arm. "She'll come around. You know Alison, she doesn't know how to keep a secret, she'll come around eventually."
"Hey." Stefan greeted as he walked up to Elena.
"Hey." Elena said awkwardly.
"You know, I gotta go… be somewhere right now." Bonnie walked away, sensing the awkwardness between the two.
"I'm so sorry I haven't called." Stefan apologized as soon as Bonnie was gone.
"No worries. I'll live." Elena nodded, looking to the ground.
"I was dealing with Damon-" Stefan tried to explain but Elena cut him off.
"And did you deal with Damon?" Elena asked, crossing her arms. "I saw the marks on Alison"
"Yes. I've dealt with him." Stefan gave a firm nod.
"For four days?" Elena asked with a scoff.
"You have every right to be upset with me. But can I explain it all to you? Please." Stefan might as well have gotten down on his knees, that's how much his eyes were begging Elena.
"Sure. When?" Elena gave in with a sigh.
"I gotta be home after school, but the grill, on four o'clock?" Stefan offered with a smile.
"Ok." Elena nodded. Alison walked passed the two carrying a bucket of supplies, her eyes meeting with Alison's briefly before she ducked her head and sped up to Caroline.
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Alison looked around hesitantly as she stepped out of her car, before walking up to the Salvatore boarding house. Her hand hovered over the doorknob before she opened it, a loud creak sounding through the large house. With a deep breath she entered the house, slowly trying not to alert anyone inside.
Down stairs in the basement cellar, Damon was leaning up against the wall, his face scrunched up in pain from the hunger building inside of him. He perked up slightly when he heard the front door open. Then he heard it. He heard her voice.
"Damon?" She called out from upstairs. Damon started pulling on the door of the cell, causing the wall to shake.
"Alison!" he called up, hoping she could hear him. "Alison!" he called once more, shaking the door with all his might. Finally she came into sight through the small window in the door, and Damon let out a sigh of relief. Finally he could get something to eat. "Unlock the door." Damon reached his hand through the bars and pointed to the handle.
"No, I think I'm just gonna stand here and watch you suffer." Alison said sarcastically, a hand on her hip.
"I really don't have time for your sarcastic comments, just open the damn door." Damon said more sternly, yanking on the door once more.
"Wow, you're moody when you're hungry," Alison teased as she unlocked the door. Immediately Damon yanked open the door and walked out, only to fall against the wall from the lack of blood. "Damon! Are you okay?" She asked as she helped him straighten up.
"I need to feed." Damon managed to get out, as his throat screamed in protest at the action.
"Here." Alison held up her wrist without hesitation. Damon almost took it, but he stopped himself. He knew that he'd drain every ounce of blood from her body if he took her offer. He pushed her hand away and started to make his way for the door.
"I can't. I'll kill you." Alison stopped and watched as Damon continued on his way for the stairs when Zach came running down, coming face to face with Damon.
"Damon," Zach started in a warning tone. He didn't get to finish cause Damon ripped into his neck, letting the body fall to the floor with a thud. Alison winced slightly, not daring to look down at the body as she walked up to Damon and turned him to face her.
"Here." Damon's face twisted in pain, like something was burning him on the inside. He shook his head and shoved her away, but she wouldn't have it. She looked around picking up a small rock off the floor. She took in a deep breath, whimpering slightly when she cut into her skin with the sharp part of the rock before letting it fall to the ground.
Damon turned around to look at her, taking in the blood that dripped from her hand and fell to the ground. He felt a burning hunger erupt throughout his entire body, his eyes stung slightly as the vein underneath them pressed against his skin, his gums ached as his fangs showed. Alison took a step forward holding her hand up.
"I trust you." She held her hand closer to his face, Damon took in a deep breath of the sweet, almost candy like, blood that coursed through her veins. Damon grabbed her hand licking the blood from her palm, the hunger only knawing on him more.
He looked at the girl before him, her eyes studied his every move, taking in his vampire face. She didn't look afraid, she looked intrigued. Damon yanked her closer so their bodies were pressed up against each other. Alison didn't move as Damon pushed her hair away from her neck and leant down ghosting his nose over the exposed skin.
"You really shouldn't." He muttered in her ear before sinking his fangs in her skin. He drank from her until she fell limp in his arms, the faintest heartbeat sounding slowly. Damon picked her up and carried her upstairs, where he laid her down on the couch.