Friday Night Bites Part II

Arabella would be lying if she said that she wasn't feeling extremely awkward sitting in between Bonnie and Stefan, especially since it was clear that they didn't like each other very much. There was a doorbell ringing and Arabella was grateful for the distraction. "I'll get it." She stood up and headed towards the doorway, however she had not been expecting what she had just seen. Caroline was standing there holding a pie and the smirking asshole who Arabella had meet a practice was right there. The joy.

"Surprise," Caroline squealed. "Hope you don't mind, Bonnie said that you were having dinner so we brought dessert."

"Oh," Arabella said flatly.

Damon smirked when he saw the displeased look on Arabella's face. "Hope you don't mind."

"What are you doing here?" Stefan asked breathlessly. He had run so fast that Arabella had barely heard him walking next to her.

Damon cocked an eyebrow. "Waiting for Arabella to invite me in."

"Fine," Arabella said as he curled her lip. "Come on in."

A few minutes later they were in the dinner room finishing the remainder of their dessert. As usual Caroline seemed to be doing all of the talking. "I cannot believe that Mr. Tanner let you on the team. Tyler, must be seething. But good for you."

"That's what I always tell him," Damon said. "You have to engage. You Can't always wait for life to come to you."

"Yeah," Caroline continued. "Like take Arabella, she went to cheer camp all summer and she still screwed up- "

"I'll work with her, Care," Elena interrupted. "She'll get it."

"I guess we can put her in the back."

Damon raised an eyebrow as he stared at Arabella. "You don't seem like the cheerleading type, Arabella."

Caroline shook her head as she started playing with her fork, though in all honestly Arabella wanted to stab that fork in one of her pretty blue eyes. "Oh, it's just because her parents died and she's going through this blah and emo phrase she'll totally get over it- "

"Caroline will you shut up," Arabella snapped finally losing her temper as she sat up. "For once in your life, think before you speak. That shouldn't be too hard for you, should it?" Without a second look back, Arabella went towards the kitchen fuming and feeling a little bit guilty by the way that she had exploded. She really needed to learn how to control her temper.

"You have quite a temper," a teasing voice said behind her. "I wouldn't have been surprise if you would have torn her head off."

"Believe me, I wanted to." Arabella grumbled. "What do you want?"

Damon laughed. "I'm not your enemy, Arabella."

"Now how can I be so sure?"

"Do enemies give advice?" Damn quipped. "Because I have one for you. Quit cheerleading. I saw you out there. You looked miserable."

Arabella stood by the sink and sighed. "I used to love it, you know. But things are different now, I'm a different person and now everything is so dark."

Damon handed her a dish towel. "Believe me sometimes the darkest people are the most honest."

The next morning, Arabella was feeling uneasy as she stood in the parking lot in her regular clothes. She couldn't believe that she had taken Damon's advice. But he was kind of right in a way. The old Arabella was dead and buried. "Caroline is going to kill you," Elena said with a frown as she stood next to Arabella with Stefan at her side wearing his football jersey.

Arabella shrugged. "That's a risk that I have to take."

"You're brave," Stefan said with a small smile. "Caroline can be a strong person to stand up too."

"Well, I'm a strong girl." Arabella said with a shrug as Stefan handed her something. It was a small necklace with a blue stone. "What's this?"

"Stefan said he found it in some antique store," Elena said with a shrug. "He said it's for good luck or something. Something about good fortunes."

Arabella blushed a she tied the necklace around her slim neck. "Wow, thanks you don't have to do that, I know we have only just meet."

"Nonsense," Stefan shook his head. "You're Elena' sister and in my book that means that your family. We better go."

"I'll be in the stands, watching," Arabella said awkwardly.

She turned around and saw Caroline staring at her with her hands on her hips. "And you're not in uniform because?"

Arabella could feel herself panicking even as she told herself repeatedly to calm down. The game was barely reaching halftime, but Arabella had forgotten how late it had gotten. She could still hear the cheering coming from the stands, but Arabella could not concentrate. She needed to get out of here before she turned into a wolf and you know killed everyone.

She yelped slightly when she saw that Damon was hiding behind the trunk of her car. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"The question is why are you so pissed?" Damon asked amused. "And if you must know I'm hiding from Caroline."

"Well can you hide from Caroline someplace else?" she growled. "I need to leave."

"Not just yet," Damon narrowed his eyes, trying to compel her. "You are going to get into my car with me, then you and I are going to have fun- "Damon winced when he felt Arabella kick him in the balls. "That hurt." He grimaced.

"It better have. Go be a sick prevent somewhere else."

"Why didn't it work?"

"What didn't work?"

Damon blinked. "Vervain. It's the only explanation."

"What-You need to leave now," Arabella said, slightly panicking as she looked at the full moon. She could already feel her body trembling. "Quickly, now Damon I'm not joking."

Damon looked at her concerned. "Arabella, what's wrong."

Arabella didn't answer him, instead she just let out a scream as every single bone in her body started breaking. She kneeled on all fours and felt as her spine broke in half. Damon watched in awe expression as Arabella turned into a white wolf with hazel green eyes. Wolf Arabella growled at him, before she forced herself to walk in the other direction. She needed to get out here.

-End of Chapter Two-