AN: Anyone else shocked by 4x20? I mean what the hell? Klaus being a daddy? Something about that just doesnt sit right with me. All i want out of the end of this season is for Klaus to have sex with Caroline before he leaves and for Elena to stay with Damon. Anyway thank you for the reviews and favorites andd follows. Please review! This chapter is a little slower, just getting Layla out and about, meeting everyone. Don't worry the next chapters will liven up some more. I think i forgot a disclaimer before (oops) Vampire Diaries is not mine unfortunately. Enjoy!

Chapter 5

Laylas POV

When I wake up I'm almost instantly embarrassed about my lack of clothing. What the hell had I been thinking? I look to my left and I swear my heart stops for a moment. Damon has to be the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on. His raven hair is mussed but still looks perfect. He looks so peaceful, no smirk or intense expression. His sheet isn't covering his chest and I have a powerful urge to reach out and run my fingers over his taut muscles. Before I do something stupid I slowly and quietly roll out of the comfortable bed. I dress fast keeping my eyes trained on the beautiful vampire before me. I all but tip toe out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

The house is a mess. I guess no one had bothered to pick up after themselves, not that anyone ever did at parties. I almost want to clean a little before I leave but I know if I don't leave now I'll regret it. The morning air is crisp and cold, I should have brought a sweater.

As I drive home the entirety of last night hits me. I feel the color drain from my face and have a sudden urge to vomit. Why did I tell Damon everything? I'm never drinking again…yea right. When I get home I take a too hot shower and dress in a pair of black yoga pants and a pink tank top. I just want to stay home and crawl under a throw blanket on my couch and read a good book. I fish through my bookshelf and decide to reread The Vampire Chronicles; maybe some irony will lighten my mood.

I spend days doing almost nothing but reading. I answer my calls from Elena and tell her I'm not feeling well. I ignore Damon's calls religiously, his texts are bad enough. Feeling embarrassed that I saw that hot bod of yours? I'm not going to tell anyone you're Lizzie Borden Jr. If he was anywhere near me I'd punch him in his pretty face. It's the morning of my fourth self loathing bummy day when I hear a knock on the door. I reluctantly open the door, I immediately regret it. I should have known who would be standing there looking way too good. The leather jacket is gone today and instead a grey button up graces his way too attractive body.

"You think you'd get the hint that I don't want to talk to you."

I don't know why I don't want to talk to him or see him. I never planned on telling anyone exactly what happened with Terrin. Then I move here and I almost instantly tell this man everything, I spilled my guts like an idiot. I think I'm scared of what he'll thik of me now, scared he'll tell. And I'm definitely embarrassed about being naked. I used to be fairly confident about my appearance but after all I went through my self esteem dropped significantly.

"What's got your panties in a bunch? Don't worry you're not the first girl I've seen naked, nothing new princess. Besides you're pretty damn sexy, so what's the problem?" I seriously want to just slap the smirk off of his face.

"As I stated before I don't want to talk to you asshole." I glare into his icy blue eyes.

"How about you invite me in and we spend a nice day together getting drunk and telling all our deepest darkest secrets some more." His grin just widens.

"I will never invite you in you narcissistic douche bag." His face goes blank for a moment before his eyes flicker to my wrist, then the smirk returns. I'm confused.

He takes a step closer to the doorway, I cant help but be entranced by his beautiful eyes when he widens them, I see his pupils dilate and wonder why I feel like I'm locked in the gaze of a predator.

"Invite me in Layla." My mind is screaming no but that's not what leaves my mouth.

"Come in." He smiles triumphantly and steps through the doorway. I shake my head rapidly to get rid of the stupid hypnotism.

"What the fuck Damon!?" I am so pissed. He just used the creepy compulsion crap on me.

"Put your damn bracelet back on idiot. It has vervain in it, that's why I asked to see it when I first met you." I always take my jewelry off when I take a shower, I don't think I'll be doing that again. I run to the bathroom and put my bracelet on.

I walk right up to the stupid jerk so close that I can feel his body heat. I jab him hard in the chest.

"If you ever do that to me again I'll stake you in your sleep asshole." His eyebrow rises incredulously.

"Life in Mystic Falls rule number one: Never take off your vervain. Lesson number two: Don't threaten people that can eat you for dinner." For some reason this makes me laugh. I turn away from him and plop on the couch. He lets out a whistle. "You have a phenomenal ass." I flip him off which causes him to chuckle.

"Well all mighty one you might as well sit down since you compelled your way in here." He sits on the brown leather couch beside me and casually drapes his arm across the back. "Why are you here anyway?" He shrugs.

"I was bored, you were ignoring me and it annoyed me so I figured I should repay you by annoying you." He's so nonchalant all the time. Does anything affect him?

"Congratulations you've already accomplished what you came for, you might as well leave." He rolls his eyes. His eyes rake over my living room and stop when he sees the book on my coffee table. He chuckles as he picks it up.

"Tale of The Body Thief huh? I guess if you're going to read bullshit vampire fiction it might as well be Anne Rice." I snatch the book out of his hand and set it back down.

"Don't touch my things, its rude."

"If I remember correctly you're the one who so rudely used my sixty dollar shampoo without asking." I scoff at his statement.

"Sixty dollars for shampoo? Are you insane?" He looks at me like I'm stupid

"I like the finer things in life. I've got the money, might as well spend it on things to enhance my already perfect appearance." This time I roll my eyes.

"Should have figured someone who would spend eighty dollars on a t shirt would do the same for hair care products." He looks down at his John Varvatos black shirt for an instant.

"If you're going to bug me today can we at least doo something entertaining. I'm actually tired of bumming around." I won't admit it to him but he's actually cheered me up a little even though he forced his way into my home.

"Go get dressed in something pretty. Elena's forcing me to go to this stupid founder's party at teen wolfs place. If I have to suffer I'm dragging someone else down with me." I'm guessing my grandparents must have attended these kinds of parties since they were on the council. The thought is depressing. If I had moved here rather than moving in with Terrin I would have attended things like this with them.

"So you came over here to drag me to some stupid party with a bunch of boring people?"

"You're going with me, how could you possibly get bored? I need a hot date to keep all the cougars at bay." The word date has my heart racing, I get the feeling that he can somehow tell because his smirk returns.

"Fine, but you owe me." I dash upstairs and change into a red and white floral strapless sundress with a flared skirt. I pair it with a pair of white flats. I let my hair down and apply some light make up quickly. I'm back downstairs in less than twenty minutes.

Damons eyes take in my appearance and he smiles.

"Definitely a hot date." I try not to feel flattered. I push past him to head out the door. I feel his eyes on me as I head towards his car.

The Lockwoods home is more like a mansion. Why are there so many large houses in such a small town? Damon holds his arm out for me to take as we enter the home. There are a lot of very nicely dressed people here.

A woman who appears to be in her forties with shoulder length brown hair stops us as we enter.

"Hello Damon, glad you could make it. Who's your lovely date?" He smiles at the woman less smugly than I'm used to.

"This is Layla Aston, I'm sure Liz has told you about her. Layla this is Carol Lockwood, the mayor." Her eyes light up in recognition.

"Oh my, I doubt you remember me but I met you when you were just a little thing. I was friends with your father. I'm sorry about your grandparents; they were a vital part of the council and of this town." She's right I don't remember her.

"Thank you. It was nice meeting you again." I smile politely. Damon leads me to the backyard where the majority of the people are.

Stefan spots us and waves us over to he and Elena.

"I'm going to grab us some drinks." I nod at Damon and walk over to the waiting couple. They both look great. Elena pulls me into a hug. I've never had a friend quite as friendly as she is, it's actually nice.

"You look like you're feeling better." I almost forgot I had told her I was sick.

"Yep, all better. So what exactly do we do at a 'party' like this?" Elena smiles knowingly when I make air quotes at the word party. It's more like a stuffy garden party for middle aged women.

"You pretend to be more polite than you actually are, inconspicuously drink enough champagne to get at the very least buzzed, and avoid conversations with any of your friend's parents." Elena and I both laugh at Stefan's light hearted remark.

"And try not to get killed by anyone." I jump in surprise at Damon's voice so close to me. He grins as he hands me a flute of champagne. "Our little group of misfits seems to draw danger at every public event we attend."

"So you decided to invite me? Thanks a lot jerk." He flashes his eyes in that annoyingly attractive way of his.

"Don't worry. Nothing bad has happened around here in a while." Elena tries to sound reassuring; I down my champagne in one gulp nonetheless.

I see Caroline in the distance storming away from what looks to be another attractive man. Is anyone in this place ugly?

Damon focuses on the scene I'm watching with interest.

"Looks like blondie is trying to outrun the original asshole yet again." Stefan and Elena turn around to look too.

"You think he'd get the hint already." I look to Damon with a smirk for once. Elena just said exactly what I said to Damon earlier.

"Seems like most men in this town are oblivious." He takes a step closer to me and drapes his arm over my shoulders just to piss me off.

As if on cue, the man in question turns his gaze towards us as he gets closer. For some reason a chill runs down my spine. He doesn't look very intimidating. Caroline stops when she reaches us, she was practically jogging to stay away from the guy that's barely a few steps behind her.

"Leave me alone Klaus!" Her voice is high in annoyance. So this is the big bad scary hybrid.

"Oh c'mon love, what would one date hurt?" He has a pleasant English accent.

"I've already went on one date with you, it was just as awful as expected, I'd rather not repeat it." She turns on her heel with a humph. She takes in Damon's arm draped over me.

"Why are men such idiots! Come on Damon, really? Can't you leave one woman in this place unscathed?" Her eyes narrow at him but he just smiles and pulls me closer. I glare and try to get away from him but he keeps a lot of pressure on my upper arm.

"I didn't hear you complaining when you were the one in my bed." It looks like she's going to jump at his throat but its not Caroline who steps in front of Damon with a look that could kill, its Klaus.

My reaction is ridiculous. I hold my hand out to the murderous looking hybrid only inches from Damon. "Hi I'm Layla, I've heard so much about you." I feel Damon stiffen and tighten his hold on me. He looks down at me questioningly.

Klaus's cold gaze turns to me and lightens substantially. He quirks an eyebrow at me but takes my hand nonetheless. "Unfortunately I don't think I've had the pleasure of hearing about you love." He releases my hand after a little too long, I think he's trying to bother Damon. Little does he know I'm not involved with the man latched to my side. But I'll honestly let him think anything he wants as long as it keeps him from killing Damon. I hate that I even care. "It's a shame such a beautiful woman would subject herself to the likes of riffraff like Mr. Salvatore here." Damons jaw is set in obvious anger. His comment makes my temper flare as well. He was not giving me a very positive first impression.

"I've heard much nicer things about Mr. Salvatore than I have you." An evil looking grin lights up his face. I look up to Damon. "I think I need another drink. It was lovely meeting you Klaus." Everyone seems shocked at my sarcastic tone. Damon steers us away from the group and towards the house.

"Color me impressed." He smiles down at me obviously amused. I have a feeling I'm lucky I didn't get my throat ripped out.