Chapter 7
Falling into place, Not
2014
Anastasia laid back on her bed and sighed. Being in Mystic Falls replenished vivid nightmares of her past. Her shakey hand brushed against her stomach before she sat up and fan her fingers through her hair, her head snapped up as she heard a knock on the door. "Come in." she said exhaling and calming her nerves. Damon walked in before taking a seat beside her on the bed. "You had a nightmare?" She nodded before resting her head on his shoulder. "You know I, personaly, have the perfect cure for nightmares. Me." She smirked and pulled back looking at him. She met his icy blue eyes and before long she found herself slowly edging towards Damon then her lips met his. Her eyes closed and they both turned toward each otcher his hands caressed her back and her hands raked over his scull. She moaned softly then she pushed him back against the bed.
Anastasia was ready for school wand was waiting for Stefan. "Come on!" She complained idly as she played with her hair with her mirror. No answer. She rolled her eyes and dwadled upstairs and knocked on his door. "I thought I spent ages on my hair," still no answer. She opened the door but there was no one in his room. She frowned before sighing, knowing exactly where he'd be. She thought she was doing him a favour by giving him her blood, clearly not. She walked down the stairs and down into the basement to see Stefan stood over an open freezer blood pools on the floor and empty blood bags everywhere. She knew it was a risk for her to even be anywhere near the house right now but she didn't care, quite frankly. She had been in worse positions. "Stefan,"
"Go away," She frowned before focusing and tears fell from her waterline. "Look at me, I sware this will help you," he hesitantly and slowly spun around to face her dark veins trailed from his eyes. She walked over to him and with a finger collected her tears on her finger tip. "Think about what you most want, in your case self control." He closed his eyes and she wiped her finger over his lips allowing the liquid to flow within him. The dark veins slowly faded away.
Soon after the two left for school. "So why don't you join football practice?" She suggested as the teacher droned on.
"I can't I'm a loner," she giggled and looked back over at the front. Through the corner of her eye she caught him fanning himself with his book as the sunlight shone through the windows giving the room a stuffy feeling. Not having much affect he put the book down and he lifted his shirt off over his head and she looked over his shirtless build approvingly. "Whats wrong?" he asked as he caught her staring. She blinked a few times before noticing that his shirt was still there and it actually looked quite windy outside. Did she really just fantasize over Stefan Salvatore?