Only fools are blind when it comes to love.
Their eyes were dull, feet practically dragging across the marble floor.
"I can't feel my feet." Tyler muttered as he flopped onto the lobby couch. Alaric took a seat next to him, glancing around to the small group of men. Jeremy, Matt, Tyler, and himself had spent the past two hours searching high and low for Damon. Each time they walked away with no Salvatore.
"You think he left Las Vegas?" Matt asked while rubbing his sore ankle.
Jeremy shook his head, "Not after finding out that he has a kid," He thought for a moment, "Oh, wait."
Elena's Hotel Room
"I just-" Elena's mouth fell open, the tears sliding down her cheeks. The words couldn't form; her mind was busy worrying about her future.
Caroline's fingers began to rub deep circles into her temples, her legs tucked beneath herself. The weary day had taken a toll on the group of girls, Elena especially. Spending countless hours inside a hotel room was not the intention that neither Bonnie nor Caroline had in mind.
Bonnie's elbows were leaning against the Maple dresser, her mind in a different world. Her heart tore at the sight of her longtime friend balling her eyes out.
If only Mystic Falls didn't revolve around Damon.
She shook her head; thinking that way would only raise her agitation level. Not being able to take the sight before her any longer, she breezed towards the two girls, and lightly grabbed their wrists.
"We can't be cooped-up in this room all day." Her lips twitched upwards to give a reassuring, bright smile that filled the broken hopes for both girls.
"You're right. Let's go eat." Elena returned the smile before walking out of the hotel room.
Lobby
At the sound of the clicks of heels, the group of men's heads snapped up.
Caroline flashed a brilliant smile, seeing the question in their eyes, "We're heading out to the restaurant across the street." The group nodded before Caroline wiggled her pointer finger at Tyler, a silent farewell.
With Elena leading the way, the girls' eyes were hungrily locked to the restaurant just across the stretch of blacktop, Washington Square. It seemed like such an odd name for a restaurant in Las Vegas, but it would have to do if they were going to satisfy their growling stomachs.
Traffic seemed to stop at the sight of the three girls, dressed in the ivory, light pink and baby blue off-shoulder dresses. Their heels clicked as the world around them hushed, watching each of the girls' movements.
With a broad smile, Elena pulled the restaurant's door open, stepping inside the air conditioned room. She halted when she came to the booth where she shut her eyes to enjoy the fresh scent of hamburgers, pasta, and other Italian dishes.
Sitting down, she skimmed through the menu in her hands.
"Buona sera, senoritas." Each girl glanced up to the sparkling eyes of the waiter. His sandy, chestnut hair was brushed to the side, barely covering his firm, piercing blue eyes. His sun kissed skin was wrapped perfectly around the broad cheekbones. The pearly-white smile seemed to make Bonnie's heart melt.
"Hi," Caroline placed her chin in her hand, getting lost in his blue eyes.
"Ciao," Bonnie replied, her eyes sparkling with awe as she glanced at every detail of his face.
Elena shifted in her chair uncomfortably, for the waiter reminded her of Damon. Plus, it seemed wrong to be flirting with a man when she was still getting over the heartbreaking words that were emitted from Damon's wicked lips.
He cleared his throat before he glanced down to his pad of paper, "What drinks would you like?"
Bonnie was quick to reply, "Can we have a pitcher of Coca-Cola, please?" She flashed a smile as he nodded and walked back towards the kitchen.
Once he disappeared behind the swinging doors, Caroline lightly chuckled, "Did you see his eyes?"
Bonnie nodded, "As blue as the sky."
Elena clicked her tongue, "I thought you guys had boyfriends?"
The two immediately pursed their lips before going back to skimming their menus.
Meanwhile in the Lobby…
"What do we do if he sees us?" Jeremy whispered, his eyes following the leather jacket.
Matt placed a finger on his lips, gesturing to Jeremy to shush up. The patrons that were passing by couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of grown men hiding behind a couch, only to peek out to glance at the man in the leather jacket.
"Room key." The clerk coldly said, his hand outstretched.
Damon clicked his tongue before digging into his pockets to retrieve the key. Once his hand placed the keys in the clerk's hand, he snickered, "It was only one hole."
The clerk shook his head, "Sir, we can discuss this matter once I get ahold of my manager. Can you please take a seat in the waiting area?" He pointed towards the area where the group of men were peeking out. Damon narrowed his eyes before his boots thudded towards the couches.
Pulling out his phone, he took a seat on the couch directly opposite that of the group of men whose faces were oddly pale.
"Shit." Alaric hissed, trying to mask his face with a near plant.
His head tilted when he heard the familiar voice. Glancing up, his eyes captured the sight of the familiar citizens of Mystic Falls. His jaw clenched as he jumped up, "What the hell are you doing here?" His eyes skimmed the group of men.
Tyler stood up, running a hand through his chestnut locks, "Dude, what you said to Elena was not right."
Damon leaned in, "Who the hell are you to tell me what is and what is not right?"
Jeremy's face grew red, walking up to stand by Tyler, "You seriously hurt her."
Damon shook his head, averting his gaze from all of them, "She was trying to entrap me."
Matt immediately jabbed a finger into his chest, "Are you fucking blind?" His face was directly in Damon's, "She would never lie about something like this."
Damon waved it off like it was nothing, "You never know what a girl will do when it comes down to a situation like this."
Jeremy lunged forward, "You better watch your mouth when you talk about my sister."
Damon gave a mocking laugh, "Well your sister is a slut." His gaze dropped to the floor as realization of his words dawned upon him, "Wait, I-"
Before he could get another word out, the sickening thud of a fist against his jaw echoed through the lobby.
"There is something fucked-up in your head." Jeremy's face was beet red. No one ever talked about his sister like that. As he stormed out the lobby's sliding doors, Damon jumped to his feet, running after him.
As he came to the entrance of the Washington Square, Jeremy glanced over his shoulder to see him dashing through traffic, his eyes narrowed, face red. Fearing for his life, he rushed inside the restaurant.
"Elena!" He called out, frantically searching the restaurant. When his eyes landed on her face, he sped towards her, sitting directly next to her.
"Jer, what's wrong?" Elena's head was tilted in confusion, her eyes slightly wide.
Taking in jagged breaths, he opened his mouth to speak. But the hands on the collar of his shirt stopped him speaking another word. His wide, doe-brown eyes locked with the piercing blue before him.
"Let go of him!" Elena bellowed, jutting her foot towards Damon's leg.
Damon's eyes were dark as he glared down to Elena, "Gladly." Carelessly, he dropped Jeremy to the marble floor. The sickening thud of Jeremy's head against the hard ground sent a jolt of worry through her.
Pushing Damon aside, she nearly screamed as her eyes landed on the bloody pool surrounding Jeremy.
Caroline grabbed the back of Damon's shirt, forcing him out the door of the restaurant. Bonnie immediately jumped out of her seat. Her eyes were wide, mouth falling open as she glanced down to his paling face.
"Does he have his ring on?" Elena choked out.
Bonnie rushed to grab his hand. The clock on the wall seemed to be ticking time bomb that was Jeremy's life as Bonnie's eyes fell upon his finger. The restaurant was deadly silent as countless patrons and employees had to look away from the gruesome sight.
Bonnie's face dropped. "No," She whispered, snapping her eyes up to Elena's, "He doesn't have his ring on."
Elena's Point of View
As soon as the words were said, my mind didn't believe it. My eyelids kept closing, hoping that if I were to open them, everything would be alright. Jeremy wouldn't be lying on the floor, his life slipping away.
Panic set in as I glanced down to his paling face. He needed a hospital and fast. There was only one option at this point.
"Damon." I said, my eyes locked on Jeremy's face. Bounding to my feet, I rushed out of the restaurant's door where, just outside, Caroline was hissing at Damon.
"Caroline," My tone was filled with urgency. She snapped her gaze to me, seeing the blood on my hands, she immediately became worried.
Speeding to my side, she asked, "What happened? Are you alright?" Her hands had a vice grip on my upper arms.
"I-It's Jeremy," I glared towards Damon, "His head is bleeding badly."
Her jaw clenched, "I can use my speed to get him to the hospital."
I immediately shook my head, "You haven't had blood in a while, you're not as fast as," I glared towards Damon whose attention was directed to his feet, "Him."
She was taken aback, but knew not to fight it. Walking over to him, she forcefully tapped him on the shoulder, "You need to take Jeremy to the hospital," His eyes were sad as they glanced to her face. He immediately sped into the restaurant where his eyes fell upon the bloody scene.
Bonnie's shirt was plastered with blood as she rested Jeremy's head on her lap.
Damon's Point of View
In that one moment, I felt like a dick. This wouldn't be the first time that I nearly killed a Gilbert. Not wanting to be responsible for another death, I took his limp body from Bonnie's hands and breezed out the door, not even caring if the public had seen me using speed.
I glanced over to Elena whose eyes were locked to Jeremy's pale, bloody face. It sickened me to think that I had caused every bit of this mess. And I needed to clean up after myself.
Using my keen senses, I sped off in the direction of the local hospital.
My eyes were continuously glancing down to his face. His chest would rise with small, jagged breaths, his face was barely visible as the blood poured onto each feature.
For once, I felt absolutely horrible, "Don't die on me. Don't you dare die on me."
A/N: First off, I am sorry if some of the characters seem out-of-character.
Cliffhanger!
Next Chapter:
Will Jeremy die? Does Damon apologize for both Jeremy and Elena?
Will Damon believe that the child is his?
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