Chapter 10

Ian was asleep and I was on his chest. Again. I have no willpower. His cell phone rang.

I reached down to wear he threw his jeans –blushed at the memory – then answered it.

"Hello?" I whispered.

"Hello…um…who is this?" A male voice said.

"Jessica…I'm Ian's…" I looked to see if he was awake and whispered, "Fiancée." And then grimaced.

"Oh, hello. This is Kevin Williamson. The writer." He added, as if I wouldn't know who he was. He wrote Scream – my favorite movie. Of course I would know who he was!

"Oh, Hi!"

"I was actually wondering if you could act."

"Me?"

"Yep. Nina said you were pretty, pale, and you looked like you had a our actress for this vampire role just dropped out last minute. Would you be interested?"

"Uh…I don't know…I…" Hm. "Will I get to bite Damon?"

"Actually yes. The two get into a vampire fight." He laughed.

"Alright, I'm in." I grinned.

"Great. Tell Ian I'll see him tomorrow."

"I will. Bye."

I hung up and put the phone on the floor. I looked at my "Fiancée's" sleeping face. I giggled to myself. I'm so evil.

I scooted up to his head, kissed him softly, then jumped off of him and went into the bedroom. I put in his contacts and fangs; they were really uncomfortable. I looked at myself in the mirror and jumped. I looked FREAKING awesome! I ran into the living room (we were both naked by the way ;D) and looked at Ian. Still sleeping. I crawled on him without waking him up and bit down on his neck.

He jumped and gasped. He fell off the couch, carrying me with him. I laughed. "What's the matter? Scared?" I joked.

He looked at me, his eyes got wide for a second then he grinned. "Yes. You're very frightening. And the contacts and fangs are scary too."

"Hey!" I laughed and a fang fell out. I looked down at it, then jumped back in fake mania screeching, "Ahh! My tooooooth!"

Ian laughed and picked up the fang and examined it. He put his boxers on and threw my nightgown at me. I put it on and started screeching like a manic vampire again.

"My faaaang!"

Ian walked over and opened the curtains to the living room like he always did. I guess that's why he had us put clothes on. Ha.

I screeched louder. "The sun! IT BURNS!" then I mimicked him. "WHERE'S MY RING STEFAN? I need it so I can feed on sluts like Caroline in the daylight! Ooh! Let's turn Vickie, shall we!"

He laughed and let out a playful growl.

I raised an eyebrow and said, "Rawer" Very unenthusiastically. He jumped and pounced on me. I squealed as he tried to wrestle me to the ground. I bit his arm playfully and he pulled it back and said "Ow" in mock horror. I laughed at his goofy expression.

He turned to look at me, and he looked really pissed. Uh-oh. An unsettling grin spread across his face.

"My turn." He said.

I screamed and he kissed my neck. I tried to push him off, but the way he kept growling was making me laugh too hard. He bit down on my neck and I let out a playful squeal.

Out of nowhere, I heard two other voices laugh. Ian and I looked. Paul and Nina were laughing.

Me: Blush.

Paul saw me and gasped, then laughed. "Where's your fang, Countess?"

"It fell out." I looked at Nina. "Don't you just hate that, you bitch – er – I mean Katherine." I grinned my one-fanged grin.

Ian looked at me. "Did you just call Katherine a bitch?"

"Yep."

He laughed.

"Don't you mean," I started mocking Damon again. "No! Katherine loves me! And I love her! She may have lied to me about the tomb, and may have been also screwing my brother, but though I'm fully aware of Vampiric compulsion, I'm just so desperate and delusional to think that Katherine doesn't love me and just move on to screwing Elena behind Stefan's back."

Silence.

Oops. I looked around.

Paul had a "WTF" look on his face, Nina was trying not to laugh, and Ian raised an eyebrow at me.

"What?" I asked.

They all burst out laughing. Paul and Nina looked down and immediately looked at us and grinned.

"What?" I asked. Ian and I looked in the direction they were looking in and that's when I saw my bra, underwear and Ian's shirt, pants and belt on the floor.

Me: Blush

Ian laughed. "Yeah…we were sort of…busy last night…well, at least I was…"

"Ian!" I smacked his shoulder.

They all laughed.

I looked at Ian for a minute. He stared back. "Uh…Ian?"

"Hm…?" He said, nuzzling my neck.

"Get off of me!"

"Mm…nope." And he kissed my neck, making me giggle.

"Stop it!"

"Nope!"

"Don't make me go all Vampire on your ass!"

He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. He tickled me.

I squealed. "Stop it!"

He laughed.

"You played Paul Denton, You're not into me! You like guys!" I laughed.

He looked at me. "Actually, Paul was bisexual, my dear."

I rolled my eyes. "You are Sooo mature Mr. Somerhalder."

"Whatever you like…Mrs. Somerhalder."

"Gah!" Okay, I had that one coming.

Jessica Somerhalder. Hm. didn't sound half bad, actually.

Ha!

SHUT UP!

Are you going to marry him?

I…don't want to…

But…?

But I kind of like him.

Duh.

Shut up!

Are you going to marry him, then?

Probably. Dammit.

"Well, we were wondering if Kevin had called you yet." Nina asked.

Ian thought about it. "No, not yet."

"Yep!" I said.

He looked at me.

"He called while you were asleep. I am going to be on The Vampire Diaries if I don't tank the audition…Ian."

"Hey! I may have tanked the audition, but I got on the show!"

"Yeah, who'd you screw to get that done?"

His mouth dropped open and he laughed. "Girlie, you're going to be bitch-slapped in about 2 seconds."

"One, two!" I grinned.

"That's it!" He growled and bit down on my neck harder, and made me cry out.

He laughed and pulled back again. He pretended to examine my neck. "I think I left a mark." He said matter-of-factly.

"What?" I squealed and tried to get up to see if he was joking. Ian didn't move. "Move!"

"Nope." He grinned down at me. I put two hands on his chest and tried to push. Nothing. Curse my frail weak body!

I tried again. Still nothing. Ian smiled mockingly.

I smirked at him. "Fine." I jerked my knee up and he grabbed it.

"Alright, alright." He rolled off of me. "You know, if you knew how much that hurt you wouldn't try to do it so often."

"Yeah, I probably still would." I laughed, getting up.

"Yeah, you're pretty twisted that way."

"Rawr." I said. "I need to take a shower."

"Yeah, you smell like sex." Ian said.

"DUDE!"

He laughed. "Just kidding, Mrs. Somerhalder."

I groaned and walked out of the room. I picked my bag up and looked through it in the bathroom. I took a shower and brushed my teeth. I put on my black V-neck that said "Love is for Suckers" with bloody fangs around it with dark wash jeans and tennis shoes. I fixed my make-up and walked back into the living room where Ian was sitting, apparently he took a shower in the other bathroom because his hair was wet.

I resisted giggling like a preteen at a "Back Door Boys" concert when his blue eyes became fixed with mine.

"It's a good thing Kevin called to wake us up." He said.

I snapped back to reality. "Huh? Why?"

He looked at the clock. "It's time for school, my dear." He grinned.