Alison bounded down the steps of the Gilbert residence and entered the kitchen where her Aunt Jenna and her sister Elena were conversing. She smirked, leaning forward on her arms.
"What're you two talking about?" She asked. Both went silent, Elena narrowed her eyes at her older sister before grabbing her bag off the counter and storming out of the house. Alison sighed, leaning against the counter in defeat.
"What's going on now?" Jenna questioned her niece curiously. Alison glanced over her shoulder at her red head aunt before looking back ahead of herself.
"I knew about something that was important to her and I didn't tell her." Alison admitted tiredly shrugging her shoulders.
"I'm sure you two will work it out," Jenna placed a comforting hand on the brunettes shoulder. "You on the other hand, look drained."
"Yeah," Alison nodded running a hand down her face. "How much do you love me?" She asked randomly.
"Depends on what you want?" Jenna narrowed her eyes at the girl suspiciously causing a lazy smirk to pull at Alison's lips.
"Can I skip school," Jenna opened her mouth to protest but Alison quickly cut her off. "Please, just with all the drama with Elena and finding out I'm adopted I just need a day to myself, let loose."
"Today, and today only." Jenna pointed a stern finger at Alison who only beamed.
"Thanks, love you," She said in a sing song voice placing a kiss on her cheek before turning to the stairs, only to run smack into her little brothers chest. "Oh, Jer, hey."
Jeremy didn't say anything just stared at his older sister like he was trying to figure something out, like he knew something but didn't voice it. Alison arched an eyebrow and snapped her fingers in his face seeming to pull him back from wherever he had gone to.
"Right, hey Alison." He replied back dazily moving passed her to the fridge. Alison watched him walk away confused, sharing a look with her aunt who only shrugged, clueless. Deciding her brain already hurt too much from everything else that was going on she shook her head and bounded up the steps.
…
Damon walked down the steps of the Salvatore boarding house, his sense perking up at the new presence in the house. Cautiously he turned the corner in the living room to see Pearl sitting there with her back to him, her daughter Anna standing a few steps in front of her
"Hello Damon." She greeted, her back still to him.
"Ever heard of knocking?" He inquired with a roll of his eyes at the unwanted intrusion, glancing from the older ladies back to Anna
"An invitation wasn't necessary. I'm surprised that no living person resides here," Finally she stood up and glanced at the Salvatore boy curiously. "Is it just you and your brother?" Damon only shrugged.
"Yeah, how do you keep out unwelcomed vampires?" Anna asked, taking a few steps forward so that she was beside her mother.
"Kill them," He answered simply and flashed in front of Pearl, his hand enclosing around her neck, although it had no effect on her. With a straight face she gripped his wrist and twisted it until and unsettling snap sounded through the room. "Damn." Damon muttered as he was toss to the ground.
"Have a seat Damon," Pearl offered sweetly. Damon glared at the older woman before sliding onto the couch. "I was hoping we could have a word." Damon sighed leaning back onto the couch, his arm spreading down the back of it.
"Sure."
"We've taken up residence at a farm house just outside of town," Pearl explained taking a seat on the arm chair across from Damon.
"All 25 vampires?"
"Not all some," Pearl corrected. "I imagine that a few have already left town. Others are probably still in the woods or, like us, acclimating." Pearl explained glancing up at her daughter.
"How'd they get out of the tomb?" Damon asked bewildered.
"I think the witch screwed up that part of her hocus pocus." Anna smirked, crossing her arms.
"Oh."
"I understand from Anna that the founding families still have a secret council." Pearl pulled the attention back to her.
"And you apart of it." Anna added.
"That's ridiculous." Damon scoffed, rolling his eyes. Anna rolled her eyes right back at him.
"I've been here since the comet, I'm up to speed." The black haired girl reminded him.
"And so am I," Pearl added pulling the attention to herself once more. "And now that you've infiltrated the council, I need to know everything that they know. Starting with a list of names of all the council members and their families." Pearl demanded more than asked.
"And everyone you've supplied with vervain." Anna added, Pearl nodded.
"That will have to stop immediately."
"What exactly are you trying to achieve?" Damon narrowed his eyes at the two suspiciously.
"Mystic Falls is our home, Damon. They took that from us. Our land, our home. It's time we rebuild." Pearl replied easily.
"What? Are you crazy?" Damon's eyes widened slightly "It was 1864! Wake up, woman! The world has moved on."
"As a reward for your help I' willing to give you what you want most." Pearl bargained.
"I want nothing." Damon replied easily.
"Katherine." Was all Pearl said. Damon glanced at her before his eyes narrowed.
"You won't even know where she is. You've been underground for the last century and a half." Damon snapped.
"Katherine and I were best friends a long time before we came to Mystic Falls, Damon. Iknow how she thinks, I know her patterns, I know where to find her." Pearl explained not at all fazed by the Salvatore's outburst.
"I no longer have any desire to see Katherine ever again. And there's no way in hell I'm going to play the role of your little minion." Damon stood up, only to be shoved back into his seat by Pearl.
"Fine, if the promise of Katherine will not work, I have other options. Anna, Darling," Pearl glanced at her daughter. "What did you say that girl's name was again?"
"Alison Gilbert?" Anna smirked when Damon's gaze sharpened, a sick glare given to both girls from the Salvatore.
"You won't touch her." Damon nearly snarled.
"Then you might want to consider my offer, Damon," Damon let out a growl of pain as the older woman dug her thumbs into his eyes. "I have 400 years on you, little boy. I'll rip you limb from limb without blinking and you know it."
"Damon?" Anna glanced over at the archway when she heard a feminine voice. That's when Alison came into view her eyes widening considerably at the scene. "Damon!" She shrieked flashing to his side. Pearl let go allowing Damon to stumble into the girl's arms.
"I'll be in touch." Pearl added as Damon began to rub furiously at his eyes. Anna smirked once before following her mother out of the room.
"Come on," Alison muttered, helping Damon onto the couch before running into the kitchen to get a wet cloth. She flashed back to the Salvatore.
Gently she took his chin in her hand and wiped away the blood as Damon's eyes began to heal. Her stroke became softer, and slower as his gorgeous blue eyes came into a view again and she sighed.
"You just know how to piss everyone off don't you?" Alison asked sarcastically, tossing the bloodied rag onto the table, then placing her hands on her hips.
"Pretty much, it's my specialty." Damon quipped, squinting his eyes as they were suddenly very sensitive. Alison rolled her eyes, letting her hands drop to her sides.
"So what was that all about?" She questioned dropping onto the couch beside him. HE smirked at the girl beside him.
"We have 27 vampire round up." Alison's nose crunched up in confusion, slowly as it settled in, her eyes widened.
"The tomb vampires?" Damon nodded. "How they get out?"
"My guess is Bon-Bon and the older witch messed up their little spell." Alison nodded as she quickly stood to her feet.
"Then we have to go get them." Alison nodded fiercely. Damon groaned throwing his head back.
"Not right now, tomorrow." Alison let out a surprised yelp when she was pulled back onto the couch and in one quick motion Damon was on top of her, smirking wickedly.
"Damon." She whispered in a warning tone.
"Alison." He mocked, his eyes flickering a crossed her face.
"You know usually it's not the ideal thing to try and seduce a girl after attempting to kill her father the night prior." Alison pointed out sarcastically.
"Attempted?" Damon repeated confused.
"I explain later," And in one quick motion Alison flipped Damon off of herself causing him to tumble to the floor. The brunette smirked down at him as she stood above him. "But first we're going to the bar."
"Look at you," Damon sat up with a smirk. "All bossy and demanding," Damon flashed to his feet a mere inch from Alison's face. "It's sexy. You know we could always just stay here and have a few drinks." Damon whispered suggestively. Alison rolled her eyes placing a hand on his chest.
"Nice try."
…
Alison walked into the grill pulling off her jacket, followed closely by Damon.
"So apparently, Isobel had given him this ring, and the ring brought him back to life." Alison explained as they neared the bar.
"That's impossible." Damon muttered confused.
"That's what I said." Alison glanced over her shoulder at the Salvatore as she slid into a bar seat, Damon sitting in the one next to her.
"Alison?" Alison glanced over her shoulder to see an older red headed woman who she recognized as Kelly Donovan.
"Kelly?" Alison turned fully with a wide grin. "Matt told me you were back." Kelly laughed lightly taking note of the handsome man behind the brunette.
"Who's that?" The older woman asked pointing to the blue eyed Salvatore.
"My friend Damon, Damon this is Kelly, Matt's mom." Alison quickly introduced the two. Damon gave a small wave.
"What's with the glasses inside?" Kelly asked tauntingly.
"My, uh, ah, my eyes are a little sensitive today." Damon explained pulling the glasses off and setting them onto the counter, Alison gave him a knowing smirk.
"You're new around here." Kelly pointed out glancing from Alison to Damon.
"Oh, on the contrary. I'm very old," Damon corrected before turning to the barista. "Bourbon neat."
"Scotch, straight up." Alison ordered simply.
"I haven't been gone that long. I would remember someone who looked like you." Kelly responded, obviously trying to flirt. Alison scrunched up her nose quickly and tried to change the conversation.
"Where'd you go?" Alison asked with a polite smile.
"Around, about." Kelly answered vaguely.
"Been there." Damon threw in his two cents before taking a gulp of his drink.
"I love to see a man drown his sorrows. It's so sexy." Kelly commented with a small smirk, a smirk of his own tugged at Damon's lips.
"It's more like nursing my wounds." Damon corrected.
"And you? What are you doing here?" Alison asked trying to block Damon from Kelly's eye sight.
"I was supposed to be interviewing for the bartender job, but, um, I think the manager blew me off." Kelly gestured around, as to point out that the manager was nowhere to be seen.
"Well, that's not very nice." Damon commented, leaning forward onto the counted to look at Kelly.
"Yeah. Last time I was in town, I slept with her boyfriend." Kelly explained, not at all looking ashamed of the fact.
"Well, that's not very nice, either." Alison gave up on trying to get them to stop conversing and scowled ahead of herself, downing her drink in one gulp.
"It happens." Kelly shrugged.
"Yes, it does." Damon agreed, downing the rest of his drink.
"Kelly? Kelly Donovan." A slightly familiar voice spoke from behind the three but Alison couldn't quite put her finger on it.
"Jen!" Kelly shouted standing up to embrace the redhead. Alison's eyes widened as she whirled around to see her aunt.
"I heard you were back in town. You used to baby-sit me." Jenna said, her arm still around the older woman.
"And then, I used to party with her." Kelly explained to the two in front of her, her arm around Jenna. Alison scurried to push the empty glass over to Damon so it looked like it was his drink.
"This woman was crazy." Jenna breathed out with a smile.
"Not as crazy as you." Kelly countered.
"Ha, not anymore," Jenna shook her head that's when she noticed Damon and Alison shoving the cup back and forth, having a silent argument with their eyes. "Is that yours?" Jenna asked her niece pointing to the glass in the brunette's hands.
"Heh, funny story actually." Alison chuckled weakly twirling the cup in her hands.
"You're only 18, you could get arrested." Jenna scolded taking the cup.
"Oh, come on Aunt jenna, you said I get just today to let loose." Alison whined slightly.
"Yeah, come on, I won't tell." Damon smirked, gesturing for the barista to come over, even Kelly joined in with an encouraging smile.
"Sit, have a drink with us." Kelly guided the woman into the bar stool.
"Just this once," Jenna pointed a stern finger at her young niece. Alison smiled widely picking up the shot Damon had ordered. "This is not gonna end well." Jenna pointed out.
"Can't wait." Alison smirked clinking her glass with Damon's before the four all downed their shots. Damon let out a deep breath as he set his shot glass down.
"What's up with him?" Jenna asked her niece pointing to the blue eyed Salvatore.
"My primary reason for existence has abandoned me," Damon answered before Alison could. "And, after today's events, the remains of the shaky ground that I walk on are about to go kaboom."
"That was deep," Alison said in all seriousness. "Let's get hammered."
"Let's." They all agreed taking another round of shots.
"You know, Ali," Damon leant forward on his elbow, resting his chin in his hand as he gazed at Alison like she was the only girl in the world. "You amaze me." He smirked gesturing for the bartender.
"And how's that?" Alison challenged.
"You're just the 'I amaze people' kind of person," Damon explained, turning to the barista. "Bourbon."
"An 'I amaze people' kind of person." Alison repeated.
"Yup." Damon smirked, wiggling an eyebrow at the brunette. Jenna and Kelly shared a look before something over Damon and Alison caught Jenna's attention.
"Quick, hide. We're not here." Jenna whispered, pulling Kelly as the two hide behind Alison and Damon.
"Why? Where'd we go?" Kelly asked confused.
"Children under our care at 5:00 o'clock," Both adults looked over to see Caroline, Elena, Matt, and Stefan. "This is not role modelish." Jenna scolded herself.
"Damn," Alison laughed at her aunt's and Kelly's bad luck taking a sip from Damon's bourbon. Damon narrowed his eyes at the girl, snatching the glass back greedily causing the brunette to smirk. "Sharing is caring." Alison pointed to the glass.
"Then I don't care." Damon answered easily, gulping down the last of his glass. Alison's bottom lip puffed out.
"Now you owe me a drink." Alison proclaimed childishly. Damon rolled his eyes.
"What do you want?" He asked. Alison placed a hand on her chin in thought.
"An electric lemonade." She decided with a raised eyebrow and a small smirk.
"Fancy. A need an electric lemonade, extra vodka." Damon ordered from the barista his eyes not leaving Alison. The barista nodded turning to make the drink.
"Extra Vodka?" Alison repeated with a small smirk. Damon only gave her an innocent look, taking the cup from the barista and handing it to Alison encouragingly.
Alison rolled her eyes, taking a small sip causing Damon to roll his eyes.
"You can do better than that." Damon pushed.
"Chug! Chug!" Jenna and Kelly chanted from behind her. Alison rolled her eyes for what seemed to be the hundredth time and began chugging down the alcoholic beverage, feeling the burning sensation traveling down her throat. Having gulped down the half the drink she set the cup back down onto the counter actually feeling a buzz for the first time since her transition.
She stumbled closer to her seat, the Salvatore besides her catching her before she face planted into the marble floors.
"Whoa there." Damon chuckled slightly. Alison looked up into his blue eyes and seemed trapped. Jenna and Kelly shared a look at the fact the two were giving each other bedroom eyes.
"I think that's our cue to leave." Kelly whispered and the two ducked out, Alison and Damon not noticing there absence.
…
A couple shots later both Alison and Damon found their way back to the Salvatore Boarding house. She was staring up at a large painting near the stairway holding a glass of bourbon in her hands.
"That hasn't been there the whole time has it?" Alison questioned in a drunken state. "No, it hasn't," She decided with a nod before turning to Damon with a smile only to find that he was already staring at him. Drinking in her form with his eyes. "What?" She asked with a slight giggle.
"Nothing," he took a step closer setting the glass down on the small N-table leaning over Alison. "It's just…" He tucked her hair behind her ear resting his hand on her cheek, his thumb tracing small circles on her cheek bone.
"I'm a little too drunk for this to be safe." Alison whispered pointing between the two of them, but made no attempt to make him move.
"Playing it safe is boring, you've said it yourself." He smirked slightly before it dropped into a serious look, crashing his lips to hers.
Immediately, she kissed back, her hand tangling into his black hair the other setting the glass down beside Damon's before gripping his collar pulling him closer. Damon's arms snaked around her thighs, hoisting her up against the wall, deepening the kiss as his tongue explored the new territory. Alison gripped the railings behind her as steaming hot kisses were trailed down her neck.
"Alison!" The familiar voice of Elena cried out in shock. The sound causing her to sober up immediately. She shoved Damon back lightly, allowing herself back onto her feet.
"Oh my, God." She muttered quietly, pulling at the ends of her shorts that had risen up. Had she really just made out with Damon? Sure, that was how their relationship started but it was so weird now, she considered Damon as more of a best friend than a boyfriend.
"Alison," Stefan sped over at a human pace and took her face in his hands when the stench of alcohol hit his nose. "Are you serious, Damon?" Stefan looked up at his brother in disappointment and slight jealousy.
"Jealous?" Damon taunted with a small smirk. Both Alison and Stefan shot the older Salvatore a death glare causing Elena to look between the two suspiciously.
"Come on," Elena grabbed Alison's arm, the older Gilbert too drunk to protest. "I'm sorry, I have to take her home." Elena apologized sending a quick smile to her boyfriend and two friends before guiding her sister out the front door.
…
Later that night Alison was sitting in her bed bored out of her mind the slight sting of a hangover like a poke in the back of her head.
'The Good Life' by three days grace played from her phone signaling Stefan was calling. She was a little hesitant to answer but figured it'd be better to just get it over with.
"And what do I owe the wonderful pleasure of my bestest friend in the whole world calling me?" She asked in a sweet, innocent tone.
"Nothing special, just wanted to make sure you got home safe." Stefan replied, but Alison knew that wasn't it.
"Stefan… What aren't you telling me?" The Gilbert girl pride, pushing herself to her feet in concern.
"Don't tell Elena." Stefan said immediately.
"Don't tell Elena what?" Now Alison was even more curious.
"The tomb vampires are loose and two of them attacked Damon and I tonight." Stefan explained. Alison's eyes widened slightly in concern for the two Salvatore vampires.
"Are you okay? Is Damon? What happened? I'm coming over." Alison began to pull on her converse, holding the phone securely between her ear and shoulder.
"No, no, I don't want to worry Elena. Today was such a good day, we'll deal with it all tomorrow. Just give her one normal day." Alison sighed, kicking off her shoes and falling backwards on to the bed.
"You're too kind for your own good, you know that Stef." Alison let out a light chuckle.
"Goodnight Ali." Stefan spoke, the smile clear in his voice.
"Night Stefy." She giggled slightly at the nickname she gave him and hung up. With a sigh she tossed her phone to the side and pulled the covers over her shoulders.