It sounded like something Damon would say, trying to play around, so she called him.
"Salvatore residence, Damon speaking." He answered.
"I got your message. Very funny."
"What message? I didn't even text you."
"Oh, so now you're gonna pretend to not know what I'm talking about? Real smooth Damon."
"I'm being serious Aimee. I didn't text you, and I won't…unless…" He changed his tone from serious to
flirty. "Unless you want me to."
"Maybe after I figure out who's messing with me."
"I'll help if you want. I bet we'd make a great team."
"Yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you?"
"I would. Why don't you come over and we can start working?"
"Are you trying to flirt with me Damon Salvatore?"
"I don't know. Do you want me to flirt with you Aimee Erna? Are you gonna come over or what?"
"I don't know. Do you want me to come over?" She could see his smirk in her mind.
"Of course. I wouldn't tell you to come over if I didn't want you to, would I?"
"I never know with you. You play too much." He chuckled sexily.
"Hmm, that's what keeps things interesting. Hurry your ass up, I'm bored!" Then he hung up on her.
*What a strange individual.* She thought.
When she got to the Salvatore mansion, she rang the bell and Stefan answered.
"Hey, what's going on? Damon told me you have a stalker or something?"
"I don't know what's happening, Stefan, and that annoys me."
"It's gonna be okay. We'll figure this out. That guy's an idiot for messing with you when you have me
and Damon around…especially Damon."
"What about me?" Damon entered the room, and Aimee felt a sudden feeling of calmness. Like no one
could hurt her because Damon was there.
"Like you weren't listening." Stefan said sarcastically. Damon shrugged his shoulders.
"What if it's another vampire?" She asked while Damon came and sat by her. They looked at each other
with furrowed brows.
"Elena told you, didn't she?" Stefan asked. Aimee nodded. "Are you mad?"
"No, I don't really feel different at all. I'm very accepting. Anyways, it could be someone we know."
"Doesn't matter. He has no idea the shit he's just stepped in by sending you that message. Now, he's
gotta deal with me."
"I'm gonna call Elena and tell her what's going on." Stefan walked into the other room.
"You're staying over for a few days. I need to make sure you're safe."
"Alright…I guess a couple nights won't hurt. I need to go to my house though and get a few things."
"Like what?"
"Like clothes and stuff."
"You can wear my clothes."
"I need other stuff too."
"No you don't. We have stuff here you can use. What kinda stuff?"
"Girl stuff…" He looked confused. "Oh my God, really Damon? Tampons!" I yelled.
"Oh…I see." Finally he got it. Aimee hated it when guys acted like periods were some big mystery.
"Come on, then. I'll drive you."
The ride to her house was silent; Damon was just in thought. Aimee was thinking about who was stalking
her and why. She was definitely not ugly. Some would argue that she was one of the most beautiful girls
they have ever seen, but she didn't even know that many people here. She went inside hurrying to pack
a bag and get out of there, and then she noticed something.
"I don't remember leaving my window open."