**Chapter fifty two**

Atlantic City

*Hailey*

I felt the sun on my face, and I slowly opened my eyes, sleep still fogging up my mind. My entire body felt sore, especially my neck. I groaned softly, and I realized then that Damon and I were tied up like a human knot.

His arms were wrapped around my naked body, and his face was buried in my neck. I had one leg around his waist, one hand in his hair, and an arm around his neck. I shifted my body, and smiled softly at his sleeping body. Then I noticed what was all over the sheets, our bodies, and Damon's face especially.

Blood. My blood.

Last night came back to me, and I smiled smugly when I remembered that I had gotten what I had wanted for a while. Damon biting me, it had hurt in the beginning, but then it was all pleasure. I was right to trust him too, he didn't kill me.

A small voice in my head told me that if Elena found out that I let Damon bite me, she would kill him. But if anything, the fact that Elena wouldn't approve made me like the biting even more. I let Elena drift from my mind, as I pulled away from Damon, careful not to wake him up. I managed not to, then got out of bed and walked to the huge bathroom naked.

I looked into the full length mirror to see the physical damage. I was humming softly to myself, and pulled my long hair into a loose bun on top of my head. I was covered in dried blood, and there were smeared bloody kisses all over my neck, face, shoulders, and stomach. I felt lightheaded, and knew that it was because I lost a lot of blood.

I stretched my sore neck to see three bite marks. They were a little red, but not nearly as bad as some other bites I had had. Damon had been as gentle as he can be. I had a bite mark on my wrist, two on my stomach, three on my shoulders, two on my inner thighs, and one on my boob. I started to think that Damon bit me just to bite me.

I felt closer to Damon since he had bit me, and knew that this was for the best, that letting him bite me was a good idea. I had a big smile on my face, as I put on Damon's shirt, but it only hid some of the blood and bites.

I stretched again, and tiptoed back into the bedroom to get my phone. Damon was still asleep. I had a few texts, but none from Elena. I felt like I had swallowed a thousand rocks, and felt the sex euphoria disappear from me, as I looked at my wallpaper.

It was a picture of Elena and I. we looked happy and were the best of friends. I quickly changed my wallpaper, and deleted the picture. The guilt and pain was still there, and I struggled not to let them in. I took a deep breath, and put my phone away.

I was debating whether or not to wake Damon up, when the door opened and a middle aged woman pushing a maid cart came into the room. "Room service," she said, turning to look at me. She gasped when she saw that I was covered in blood. I just stared, frozen, at her.

"Wait!" I shouted at her, as she turned her cart around and started running out of the room.

Suddenly, Damon was in front of her, and he shut the door. He was just in his boxers, his hair was a mess, and blood was all over him. The maid looked petrified and was shaking. Damon leaned in, and I saw his eyes dilate.

"Forget what you saw. You were never here," he said, and she repeated what he said in a zombie-like tone, before leaving.

Damon looked at me when she left, and took in the blood and bites. I plopped down on the bed, and realized that we had ruined the blankets and sheets with my blood. Damon appeared in front of me, and tilted my chin to the side so that he could see my neck better. He touched a bite mark gently, and I saw a look of guilt pass through his eyes, as he dropped his hand. He had a look on his face that read, "Did I do that?"

"Hey," I said, grabbing his face so that he would look at me. "It didn't hurt that much. Really, I liked it."

I kissed him softly, but had to pull away because of how light headed I felt. "Ugh, I feel like I'm going to pass out," I groaned, closing my eyes.

"That's why you never tell a vampire to bite you harder," Damon smirked, apparently over drinking my blood.

I glared at him, as he bit his wrist and offered me his blood. I took it without a thought- vampire blood tasted pretty good, as morbid as it sounded.

He pulled his wrist away, and I got off of our bed and walked to the bathroom. "I'm gonna take a shower," I said, and then smirked at him. "You can join me, if you want."

Damon followed me into the bathroom without another word.

~LMF~

"So, I should probably tell you that we came to Atlantic City for another reason," Damon said, as I stole some of his fries.

We were at an outdoor restaurant, eating lunch. Damon's food had arrived but mine hadn't, so I was stealing his food, because I actually needed it. "What would that be?" I asked, taking a sip of my coke.

The look on Damon's face told me that he knew that I wouldn't like what I was about to hear. "I was thinking about the tomb vampires, and I think that the best way to end this would be to get a witch," he said, and I frowned.

"Well, I don't know about that. Witches hate vampires and fairies, which we happen to be," I said, stirring my drink with my straw.

"No, most witches are judgy bitches. I know one here who isn't," Damon said, as my food finally arrived.

"So, we came here to see a witch you know?" I asked, having a bad feeling about this witch.

Damon looked uncomfortable, and I narrowed my eyes at him. "Please tell me that she's not an exe, Damon," I said, not liking that he was still in contact with an ex-girlfriend.

"I haven't seen Molly in almost ten years, Hailey. Besides, our relationship was just sex," he told me, before realizing that he put his foot in his mouth.

"Did you place a huge bet against yourself in this fight?" I asked, glaring at him.

"Hailey, she can help us. I can promise you, Molly means nothing to me. She was just a blood bag with magical powers," Damon assured me.

I bit my lip, sighed, and then nodded. I knew that we could use all the help that we could get. "If witch slut makes a move on you, I'll kill her," I told him, stealing more of his fries.

He smirked at my jealousy, and I kicked him. "Again, you killed my ex-boyfriend," I said to remind him that he was worse than me.

Damon shrugged, as he stole my onion rings. "When are we supposed to meet her?" I asked, as we finally traded food.

"She bartends at a bar a few blocks away. I told her that we'd show up sometime today," he said.

"She knows that you have a girlfriend, right?" I asked.

Damon smirked. "Yes, I told her about you."

"Does she know that I'm a fairy and can kick her ass if she gets any ideas?" I asked innocently.

"I told her that you have superpowers," he said, before adding, "Hailey, if you don't want to do this, we can find another witch. There isn't a shortage of them."

I sighed. "No, let's just do this. I'll try to tone down my bitchiness."

We finished eating, and then started walking down the street to Molly's bar. Damon had his arm around my shoulders, and mine was around his waist. He knew that I didn't like what we were about to do, but appreciated that I trusted him and his plan. Damon opened the door for me, and I walked into the small, square bar. It was empty, except for a young bartender who I prayed wasn't Molly.

I pictured Molly as a middle aged, chubby, wrinkly, ugly whore. But the girl who looked at us, squealed, and ran over to Damon was a young, skinny, smooth skinned, hot whore. Molly had dark blonde ringlets and big blue eyes. She seemed naïve, but there was an edge in her eyes that made it clear that she was anything but.

"Damon!" she squealed, hugging him. Damon pried her off of him, as I gave her the death glare. She looked at me and smiled, though it was as fake as my mom's boobs.

"You must be Hailey," she said, and I stared at her offered hand, before shaking it.

"In the flesh," I said, dropping her hand quickly.

She checked me out quickly, and I just so happened to flip my hair so that she could see the bite marks on my neck. A dark look passed through her eyes, before she turned around and gestured for us to follow her to the bar.

"Do, you were telling me on the phone that you want me to help you take out some vampires?" Molly said, as she pulled out an old looking book from behind the counter.

"What's that?" I asked, pointing to the book.

"A witch's cookbook," Damon explained, and I gave him a confused look.

"A Grimoire," Molly explained. "It's passed down generation to generation of witches, and full of spells from each generation."

"Exactly, a cookbook," Damon said, as he pulled a bottle of whiskey out and poured three glasses.

"I think that there's a spell that I can do from here that'll get the job done. It'll kill any vampire within Mystic Falls," Molly said, flipping through the book.

"I'll have to call Stefan," Damon muttered, and I smirked to myself. He did care about Stefan.

"As long as he's out of the town boundaries, he'll be fine," Molly told Damon.

I took the glass Damon handed to me, and started to drink it. As Molly was flipping through her book, she was flirting shamelessly with Damon, and if looks could kill, she'd be dead on the ground.

"How've you been, Damon? You look good," she said, biting her lip which she probably thought was sexy.

She was completely ignoring me and I fought the urge to kiss Damon right then and there, to make it clear to that little skank that he was mine. Molly wasn't over Damon- that was very obvious. The way she eyed him, bit her lip, and stuck out her chest, made it clear that she was lusting after him.

Damon gave her a weirded out look, and eyed me, sensing that I was about to hurt our witch. He grabbed my hand, and intertwined our fingers. "I've been good, Molly," he said as he played with my ring.

She smiled, but frowned at our joined hands. "That's good," she said through slightly gritted teeth.

She continued looking for the spell, when it looked like something just occurred to her. "Did you ever manage to get that tomb open, Damon?" she asked sweetly.

I stiffened visibly, as I remembered that the reason Damon opened the tomb was to get Katherine back. It was also why we were in this mess in the first place. Damon looked out of the corner of his eye at me. "Yeah, I did," he said with an edge in his voice.

Molly ignored the edge. "Well, then where is she?" by the way she said her name, Molly didn't like Katherine, but she hated me more because it was obvious that I was the one Damon loved.

"It's complicated," I said bluntly for Damon, staring at her, daring at her to talk about Katherine some more.

Molly took the hint, and there was more silence. A few minutes later, she stopped at a spell. "There we go!" she said as she looked it over. "Yeah, this will do it."

Molly looked to Damon. "I'll need you to go get some things for the spell," she told him.

Damon raised an eyebrow at her. "And go to one of those witch stores where I'll get a stake sent through my heart by a witch or man-witch? No thank you."

"Damon, witches and warlocks here are much more liberal when it comes to vampires. I wouldn't ask you to go if you were in any danger," Molly assured him, before eying me. "But I'm afraid that fairies are another story. She'll have to stay here."

Damon looked at me, as Molly wrote him a list. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. How did she know that I was a fairy? Damon didn't tell her. "You don't have to stay if you don't want to," he whispered to me.

I looked at Molly and then back to Damon. "I'll be fine," I assured him.

He raised an eyebrow. "You sure?"

I nodded, and kissed Damon softly, making sure that Molly saw. Damon smirked at me when I pulled away. I shrugged, and mouthed, "I love you," as he grabbed Molly's list and left.

I smiled smugly, and turned to face sweet, innocent Molly. Only she didn't look so sweet and innocent anymore. "I know that fairies aren't exactly the brightest crayons in the box, but I never thought that one would be stupid enough to date a vampire- let alone Damon Salvatore," she said casually, not looking up from her cookbook.

I raised an eyebrow, feeling anger boil in the pit of my stomach. "How did you know that I was a fairy?" I asked.

Molly snorted. "Please, if that hunk of rock on your finger didn't give it away, your energy would've. Your arrogance doesn't help either."

I smirked at her. "I guess that there's a reason 'witch,' and 'bitch' rhyme," I said, as I drank the rest of my whiskey, and poured myself more.

Molly looked sharply at me, and I smirked back. She sighed, and closed her book loudly. "Listen you arrogant little bitch," she said, walking around the bar to me. "Let me tell you two things about Damon Salvatore. One, he's madly and passionately in love with Katherine Pierce. Two, he always will be.

"Don't get me wrong, Damon loves his toys. But like all men and children alike, his toys never last long. He either gets bored with them, or he breaks them. I mean this to be nice, Hailey. Get out while you can. I know, he's hot. He's dark and sexy and mysterious and has the whole 'bad boy' vibe down perfectly. Plus, he's really great in bed. But if you don't get out now, you never will. Trust me, I was a luck one."

I glared at her. "Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but he does love me- not Katherine. You may have been his toy, but Damon doesn't have to seduce me to sleep with him. See this?" I brushed my hair to the side and showed her some of the bite marks. "He didn't want to bite me, but I practically begged him to."

Molly glared at me, and I gave her a "bring it, bitch" look. "If you're so sure that Damon's team Katherine, why have you been throwing yourself at him?" I asked.

Molly gave me a slow, lazy smirk and walked closer to me. "Damon Salvatore is like a drug. You get addicted despite how terrible he is for you. Some get off of him, but you can still take a hit every now and then without getting addicted again. And you and your dumb belief that he actually loves you is getting in the way of me getting a hit," she told me.

I glared at her. "You want proof? I'll give you some damn proof, bitch," I called Damon on my cellphone, and put it on speaker.

"Please tell me that you didn't kill Molly," he said when he picked up.

"No, not yet. I just wanted to call and tell you that I love you," I said sweetly.

Damon chuckled. "You're doing this just to piss off Molly, aren't you?" he asked.

"No! Can't a fairy call her vampire and tell him that she loves him without there being some ulterior motive behind it?" I asked, smirking.

"Not when the fairy threatened to kill her vampire's ex-witch about five times today," he retorted.

I rolled my eyes. He knew me too well. "But I love you anyway," he added, and I smirked victoriously.

"I love you too," I said, as Molly's eyes went wide.

"I'll be back soon," Damon said, before hanging up.

I looked at Molly and smirked. "See, I told you-" but at that moment, I couldn't breathe.

Molly was muttering an incantation, her eyes glued to me. I tried to breathe, but I couldn't. I clutched my throat, as she continued to suffocate me. I felt very dizzy, and was terrified. She was going to kill me.

Suddenly, Molly's blue eyes went wide and the incantation stopped, and she fell to the ground.

I gasped for air, my heart pounding. I looked down at Molly, and noticed a gaping hole where her heart should be. "I hate witches- judgy little things, they are."

I looked up to see Zane holding Molly's heart in his hand, looking very smug with himself.

~LMF~

A/N: just out of curiosity, I was wondering what your guy's favorite chapter was so far? A random question, I know, but I was curious.

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