Chapter 13
I think you've said enough
2014
Anastasia giggled, not quite as sober as she was before. She pulled herself up onto Damon's knees and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her head, along with Damon's, snapped towards the door as it opened abruptly. Kol walked in, his hair toussled and messy as if he had ran his fingers through his hair many times. "Crap! hide me," She murmured hiding her head in his shoulder. "I could hide you in my bedroom if you want?" Damon asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She giggled "you know what? I think I would like that Mr Salvatore." "Mmm, good. You never really quite had any choice in the matter." She smiled into his neck before pressing a soft kiss to his jaw bone. Kol scanned the room before finaly finding the black ringlets he was looking for. He walked over to the bar noticing her sat on Damon's knee he felt his lip curl a little. "I didn't know you woke up," He stated simply before leaning against the bar. "Is he talking to me?" Anastasia wispered. Damon chuckled before nodding, hesitantly Anastasia pulled back to look at Kol. "Stop trying to make conversation, I know your real reason for coming,"
"Oh, yeah? May I ask what that would be then?"
"'The era of the Angels'," she quoted making his skin go pale white. "I do believe that your bedroom awaits, Mr Salvatore." she informed as she hopped off Damons knee and grabbed his wrist, like a child trying to make their dad take them to a toy shop. Damon just chuckled and followed her brushing harshly against Kol. "Tough look." He muttered before following Anastasia. She laced her fingers with his and they began walking. As they walked Anastasia spotted a peice of paper tied to a lamp post. She grinned and let go of Damon running over to grab the paper. She snatched it from the lamp post and hid it behind her back. "I have a peice of paper," she giggled. "Oh, my goodness," Damon gasped in mock horror. She rolled her eyes. "You don't have one," she wispered as if he didn't already know. "Really?"
"Yep,"
"What does the paper have on it, anyway?" Anastaisa shrugged. "I'll guess you'll never know, scene as though I'm the one with the paper,"
"Oh, I see. I'm meant to catch you, aren't I?"
"Yes, you are," Damon smirked then blurred behind her and pulled the paper from her grasp. "Ha, now I'm the one with the piece of paper," Anastasia spun around and giggled as Damon unscrewed the sheet and scanned over it. His face straightened immediatly. "Whats wrong?"
"You might wanna read it." He stated simply before handing her the sheet. At the top was a bold headline 'Missing' then it held a photo of her. 'Have you seen this girl? If so please contact...' the rest of the page was filled with ways of how to contact them. She bit her lip, it was unfair when she just got up and left Anne and her husband. "I'll go tomorrow." she promised.