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Chapter 11
Who the hell are you?
2014
Damons eyes suddenly peeled back and he inhaled deeply. The first thing he noticed was a soaked girl with black ringlets, that he could have recognised anywhere, falling backwards off the bed. He went to catch her but a pair of arms stole her away before he could. Damon looked up at the stranger and furowed his eyebrows as he held Anastasia bridal style her head hanging back and his concerned hazel eyes raking over her. "Who the hell are you?" he asked appearing on his feet in seconds standing infront of him. "Kol, I was sent here to watch over her," he replied monotonously. "How am I even alive?" He asked glancing down at his arm seeing the bite gone. "Little Anna, here, made it clear that she didn't want you to die at her fault," Kol frowned before tucking a ringlet behind her ear. Damon was about to question him further but was interupted by Kol. "Where does she sleep?"
"Downstairs in the guest room," Kol blurred down stairs and opened the door to the guest room and laid her down on the bed. He arranged her arms so they were crossed. Damon followed curiously but froze when he saw her lying motionless on the bed. "Is this what you meant when you said that she didn't want me dead? She took her own life?"
"She's second generation," Kol sighed before walking through into the kitchen and pulled a blood bag out and took a sip from it. "So...?"
"So, her name has meaning, smartass," Damon pictured the night he first met Anastasia.
"Bourbon," she stated simply throwing an alluring smile at the bar tender before sitting down on a stool. Damon glanced in the direction seeing a girl with black ringlets that acted as a taunting curtain blocking him from heeing her face. "Aren't you a little young?" the bartender raised an eyebrow, She just sighed. "Excuse me but I think she asked for a Bourbon," he frowned compelling the bar tender. The bartender walked away and the girl's head whipped around to look at Damon. He instantly froze as he was met with a pale ivory face and striking blue eyes. She looked lost in his for a moment until her gaze broke away back to the bartender as he placed the bourbon on the counter and refused to take her money. "Thanks," She smirked before nursing her bourbon. "My pleasure. Damon," he smiled before taking her free hand and placing a soft kiss to it making her face go scarlet red. "Anastasia," she automatically answered placing the Bourbon on the counter. "Anastasia?" he asked curiously, his eyebrows furrowing at the strange name. "Yeah, its supposed to mean 'she who will rise again'."
"You didn't do a very good job at protecting her,"
"At least I didn't die,"
"I was bitten by a phyco werewolf!"
"Who would also qualify as my brother,"
"Damn," Damon pulled out another bloodbag from the fridge and sitting back down across from Kol. "Heres to messed up brothers." Damon smirked holding his blood bag towards Kol who grinned and knocked his against Damon's. "Cheers." Anastasia watched the two of them as she leaned against the cabinet. "I'm glad your both bonding over my death." She smirked knowing that neither one of them would be able to see or hear her, to them both she was still lying on the bed in her room. No, no this was much more fun.