The Devil went down to Virginia.
BPOV.
It was great to have my sister back but having her back seemed to raise more questions then it answered...
For example; why was she so desperate to protect me?
Or perhaps it would be better put this way; why does she insist on being my body guard?
And then there was another tiny problem, but this problem came with a name.
Damon Salvatore.
Vampire douchebag extraordinaire.
And since the incident at the school a week ago, my shadow.
He was everywhere I went, sometimes thinking he's slick by hiding in the shadows. Others he was just blatantly following me.
It was an annoying mix of creepy and hot.
And because of his stalker like tendencies Angelina has been stuck to me like white on rice.
I'm seriously not kidding, she follows me everywhere! Even in the bathroom.
So here I am sitting on my bed with a thousand thoughts running a marathon through my brain as a couple hundred questions fought with my tired mind.
Why did Damon care about my life?
Why didn't he kill me when he had a chance?
Why did he keep doing that creepy eye thing?
So many questions, so little answers.
But the supernatural bullshit wasn't enough so the universe thought it would be a good time to give my boss his man period.
'Alex! Stop your slacking off! I want three songs by the end of the month!'
Fucking Jackson thinks it's just that easy, just grab a pencil and that shit magically appears.
Newsflash buddy it ain't that easy, I need a muse!
Add to the bowl of shit that has been my life, I've now got the worst case of writers block I've ever had.
Shit I should just call Jay, he's really good at unblocking my writers block.
Now you may be thinking 'who the hell is Jay? Alex you been holding back things from us'
Why yes, yes I have.
Jay is a man, a very, very talented man.
One that I've known for a good piece of time.
He's also a very married man, but that's nobody's business is it?
I didn't think so and neither does he.
Plus his wife is an annoyingly clingy bitch that doesn't care what (or who) he does as long as he eventually goes back to her.
He doesn't love her but he has to put up with her until he meets his so called soul mate. To me thats total bullshit, but he's into that fate crap.
Not me because if fate was real then it hates me, but that's a different conversation we'll need to have later.
I'm getting off topic aren't I? I'll fix that.
Jay is (for lack of better term) my friend with benefits.
Surprise!
Now before you go all 'wait aren't you a virgin?!'
No I'm really not, and I haven't been since before I was even Alex, because Jay remedied that little problem.
That also means he is one of the very small hand full of people that know who I really am.
He's a bit of a freak but who isn't?
Lord knows I am.
With that said I take out my phone and dial his number.
Smiling I wait for his to answer, and after a single ring, he does.
"Well, well, well, if it ain't just the person I'd been hoping for, what can I do for ya?" He answers, his voice cheerful as me speaks to me.
"Well I could think of a few things but first I need to know where you are"
"At the moment, I'm in northern Virginia, why?"
"Well that works out just great, and because I need your help"
"Wow I don't hear from you in weeks and the first thing ya do is ask for my help, ya know if I didn't know better I'd think your just using me for my body" he jokes with a bit of a bitter chuckle.
"Well as much as I enjoy your body it's not the main reason I want you here" I told him honestly, I truly do enjoy his company but his fuck hot body is a great bonus.
"I'll be there without a doubt, but where is here? Actually don't tell me the chase if half the fun. I'll see you tonight" he said cheekily before hanging up, not even wait for a reply.
I wasn't joking when I said he was bit of a freak, but God knows that man has permanent place in my heart so I can't help but love him even though he's not the sanest man alive.
Just as the call had ended I got a text from Angelina telling me to get my ass dressed for dinner.
I picked out my outfit and got in the shower.
Stepping out of the cooling spray I dried off and got dressed.
Black leather pants so tight they look painted on.
Blood red corset top with black rose embellishments and long sheer lace sleeves.
Dangerously high black heels that make my legs look fucking hot.
And finishing touch is my favorite black leather jacket with metal spikes on the shoulder.
Sexy and badass.
Now it was time for makeup.
Blood red lipstick with a thick coat of gloss.
Dark black smokey eyes with lots of mascara.
And finished off with ice blue colored contacts.
Dark and dangerous.
And last but certainly not least my hair.
Messy sex hair that was artfully styled to look perfect.
And just like that I'm ready to go.
Walking carefully down stairs I see Angela pacing anxiously across the foyer.
"You ready?" I asked smirking slightly at her impatience.
She turn on her heel to face me, jaw dropping as she took in my appearance.
"Holy mother of hotness! Who pissed you off?" She asked looking me up and down slowly.
"Why,big sister, do you think someone pissed me off?" I questioned in a faux innocent voice.
"We both know that you do the whole 'I'll rip your throat out with my teeth' look when somebody has gotten your goat" she said knowingly.
"One word, sister, Damon" I said with an air of 'duh'
"Sure" she said drawing out the word sarcastically. "Let's just go, I'm starving" she suddenly announced tossing me the keys to my car.
The drive to the grill was filled with comfortable silence as me listening to music.
Getting there we ate dinner and made small talk about this that and the other.
"My name is Matt and I'd like to thank you all for coming to opening mic night at The Grill" the blonde boy said causing a few cheers to erupt from the tables around us.
The people came and went, their talent ranging from 'hey that's not that bad' to 'please stop before I shove this knife into my own ears' but all and all it wasn't that bad.
"Up next we have a newcomer by the name of J.W please give him a round of applause" the boy I now know as Matt announced making a small smile grow on my blood red lips.
"Thank ya for y'all's kindness, I'd like to dedicate this song to my friend Alex" Jay spoke looking me directly in the eye, a smirk tugging at his perfect lips.
"You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I've got no soul to sell
Help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
Help me tear down my reason, help me its' your sex I can smell
Help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
Through every forest, above the trees
Within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
You are the reason I stay alive"
As he finished silenced filled the mystic grill.
Pin drop silence.
Shock filled my entire being as I stared blankly at the smirking blonde that was bowing proudly at the shocked crowd.
"He didn't" I moaned dropping my head on the table with a 'thump'.
"Oh yes he did" Angela giggled dementedly.
"Oh god, he didn't?" I repeated banging my head lightly against the table.
"Yes... Yes he did... Now do you care to explain why he did it?"
"Yea, I'd rather not and say we didn't"
"Oh yes you will! Why is he singing about fucking you like an animal? And my God is that-" she stopped her mini rant when she got a good look at the soon to be pile of ash.
"That's! Thats Jasper fucking Hale!" She choked looking at me with widening eyes. "Tell me you didn't?!" She begged motioning in his direction.
Jasper having heard our conversation bowed once more at the shell-shocked crowd before jumping gracefully off the stage and strutting to our table.
Every eye in the room was following him, but he paid them no mind as he sat across from me.
"Ya know, it was almost too easy to find you" he said sounding bored. "It's like you weren't even trying to hide from me" he finished his face pulling into a childish frown.
"I wasn't hiding" I admitted with a shrug.
"Oh you're no fun! What's the point of my prize of I don't have to work for it?" He asked crossing his arms over his chest with a huff.
"That's not why I asked you to come here! I need help of a different kind." I told him.
"Well do share you're reasons"
NPOV (it's a first for me)
Little did our favorite pop star know that as she spoke with her old friend a pair of blue eyes watched her every move.
Each blink was counted.
Every breath noted.
Each fidget noticed.
However in his cloud her words went unnoticed.
Damon was confused, and he hated it.
He hated how his strange heart seemed to call for her.
He hated how his mind seemed to focus on her.
He hated how human she made him feel.
And most of all he hated how unaffected she seemed.
But he was wrong, she was affected just as strongly.
She could feel his eyes on her.
She could sense how close he was.
And most of all she could tell he felt the same as she did.
If only she didn't fight not to feel.
Two stubborn creatures were never a good mix.
One to scared too make a move, the other too prideful.
Both were too stupid to see that their soul mate was mere feet from them.
As two halves of a whole they seemed to feed from each others weakness instead of their strength, it was all together a toxic mix.
Apart they were poison to each other.
A ticking time bomb waiting to explode.
Together they would be the remedy that would heal all their wounds.
A medicine to fade the scars that littered their hearts.
If only they would stop seeing one and other as a threat.
He didn't know that he could never truly harm her.
She didn't know that he doesn't truly want to.
He didn't know that behind her mask she was broken.
She didn't know that he was even wearing one.
So many words left unspoken.
So many pieces missing from the puzzle.
Too many lies told.
Too little truths spoken.
How long until somebody tells the truth?
Who can even be trusted in a world like this?
Doomsday is coming to this little town, but nobody notices the signs.
Even as the horseman ride nobody hears their trotting.
Everyone is much too focused on their allies to notice the wolf in sheepskin.
What will make them see death as he stands behind them?
What will become of our friends when the cards are down and everything they thought they knew comes crashing down on them?
And when will somebody see that the real devil is Mystic Falls, Virginia, playing his golden fiddle as they rip themselves apart?
That song though!
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