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Chapter 15

I wanted freedom
Bound and restricted
I tried to give you up
But I'm addicted

Now that you know I'm trapped sense of elation
You'd never dream of
Breaking this fixation

Our Time is Running Out by Muse

Damon's POV

After giving Layla three amazing orgasms with nothing more than my fingers she happily fell into the deep sleep of someone completely sated. She tried to reciprocate of course, but I just wanted to do something for her. I wanted to make her feel amazing. I feel asleep not long after but now I'm just lying here at four a.m. with a still raging hard on. Of course I'd love nothing more than to roll over and kiss Layla into consciousness but I should let her sleep. The thought of the amazing blow jobs she gives does nothing but make me that much painfully harder. I think a cold shower is much needed.

Ten minutes into my shower I can finally think with my brain rather than my dick. Even from my shower I can still see her sleeping. She lets out a sigh and rolls to her side. Is she dreaming?

I was only gone a week, and I thought I was going to lose my mind not seeing her. I was moody and irritated the entire time. I couldn't focus on a damn word that bastard Klaus was saying. Not that I listened to him anyway. Luckily for me we were about a hundred miles away dealing with a fairly large clan of vindictive vampires, so my frustration was put to good use, staking and ripping out hearts. Apparently Klaus had killed a couple of vampires a few years back and that really pissed off a few others so they decided to try to make a little army to try to take out the original. Is that some Twilight shit or what? It was dealt with pretty easily, they were all young, much weaker than my brother and I and waaaay weaker than Klaus. Problem was they kind of caused a scene in broad daylight and had to be exterminated then and there, which led to the very tedious task of compelling a city of spectators. If I never have to speak to the hybrid again it will be too soon.

I get out of the shower and dress into my usual get up. I pass my bed and have to stop for a minute. Layla looks so peaceful, so at ease. A small smile plays at her lips. I want to crawl into bed with her and never leave. I just want to keep her there and let her know that I can't stop thinking about her. I want her to know I'd do anything to keep her here.

It scares the shit out of me, how much she makes me feel. I didn't know I could feel this way. I'm terrified to feel this way because know if I fuck up or if she decides she doesn't want me it'll kill me. Katherine and Elena nearly destroyed me sure, but I never had this with them. I never was actually with either of them. Elena and I had a few stolen kisses, not even one date, no feelings were admitted on her end. Katherine and I snuck around and fucked…that's pretty much all that that was; she used me and my brother for her twisted enjoyment. I loved them both but I never got to hold them the way I do Layla. I never took them to dinner or opened the door for them. I never spent an entire afternoon cuddling on a gad damn couch like a prepubescent boy with them. And every single second of my time with Layla is amazing. I hang on every word she says. I say stupid corny shit just to make her smile. Theres a part of me that knows I don't deserve her but I'm selfish, I want her so badly. She kisses me and touches me without caring what everyone else thinks of it. She looks at me across the room in a way that makes my barely beating heart speed up. I'm addicted, all I want is her. It's so unlike me it's laughable. If the me of a few years ago met the me of now he'd rip my god damn head off. I don't want to lose my edge, lose my control. I don't like that I so obviously have a weakness now. I'm so fucking scared.

She makes a sound that sounds like a mumbled version of my name and every insecurity is magically wiped from my mind. She rolls onto her stomach, every delicious inch of her back revealed. She's so beautiful. There's a scar that starts at the top of her shoulder blade and goes diagonally for a few inches. How'd she get it? Did that piece of shit ex of hers cause it? That choking rage bubbles inside of me. I wish he was alive, I wish I could rip him limb from limb. How the fuck could he hurt her!? She loved him for Christ's sake! I could never in a million years hurt her like that. If she loved me…

Her phone rings obnoxiously by the bed. I don't think I just grab it and race down the stairs; I don't want to wake her. I put the phone to my ear and answer. There's a long pause before a raspy female voice speaks.

"Is this Damon Salvatore?" Why the hell would someone whose voice I've never heard on a phone that's not mine know who I am?

"Isn't it a little early to be calling someone?" I evade the question with my usual snarkiness.

"If this is Damon would you do me a favor and let my daughter know I'm trying to get a hold of her." I don't know if I'm confused, worried, or pissed.

"Aren't you supposed to be dead lady?" She laughs in an unnerving way.

"So she's told you about me…that's interesting. To answer your question, I am dead, in a way. I'm sure you understand, you're not really all that alive yourself Mr. Salvatore." I want to kill this haughty sounding bitch…again. So she's a vampire? How the fuck did that happen? Layla knew nothing about vampires before she came here.

"How exactly do you know about me?" It's bugging the crap out of me, she should not know who I am.

"I have quite a few friends you see. I've heard a lot about you. I hope you're better than Layla's last choice in boyfriend. He was a real piece of work. Not to say she didn't deserve all that she got." I'm murderous now. This woman watched her own daughter go through all of that shit with her ex and didn't do anything about it? And she's saying she deserved it! She let Layla feel guilt over her supposed death and now she calls years later for what exactly?

"You better hope you're very far away bitch. If I ever see you i will rip your heart out of your fucking chest. You stay the hell away from Layla. I don't know what you want but if you think you're going to get anywhere near her you are sorely mistaken." She laughs in that horrible way that reminds me of Katherine again. Maybe I can get witchy to do her weird little tracking spell and I can find this woman before she can ever speak to Layla.

"Don't worry, I have a few things I need to do before I come see my daughter. You have some time before you have to meet me. I am so looking forward to it. My name is Andrea by the way. It was great talking to you Damon. "

She hangs up and I'm left standing here in shock. What the hell does she want? I have a feeling she means to cause Layla harm but why? She didn't actually kill her, Andrea ended her own life. She sounds insane. I don't want to tell Layla she called and I sure as fuck don't want her calling again and talking to her. I eye the still lit fireplace and launch the cell phone into it. I'll just buy Layla a new one. It takes care of the short term problem. Now I just need to plan for if and when she shows up here.

"What're you doing?" I turn around startled. I have got to stop being so damn spacey. I'm a vampire; I should be able to hear people coming! Layla is at the foot of the stairs looking sleepy and unbelievably sexy wearing one of my expensive button ups.

"Contemplating throwing myself into the fireplace because you're about to be very mad at me." She rolls her pretty green eyes. She walks into the room and leans her head against my arm; I gladly wrap it around her.

"Why am I going to be mad at you?" Adorable is the only way I can describe the way she looks right now. My shirt sleeves are way too long on her and she just lets them envelop her tiny arms. Her hair is a mess, eyes still tired, voice thick with sleep. She nestles against me as close as she can get. I formulate a quick lie.

"You must have had an alarm set on your phone and it woke me up. I was annoyed and not thinking and kinda threw it at the wall." She just laughs a little.

"You smashed my phone because it woke you up? Thanks a lot jerk." I have to protect her. I can't see her upset because of that crazy bitch.

"I'll buy you a new one. And because I feel so guilty I'll cook you up a nice breakfast. Go take a shower and it'll be ready when you get out." She stands on her toes and presses a kiss to my lips.

"You better buy me the new iphone!" She yells it as she bounces up the stairs.

Apparently my cooking drew my brother out of bed; he eats breakfast with the two of us. Layla tells him all about her run in with Katherine, I contemplate trying to murder the heartless slut again. My brother laughs when she tells him what she said to Katherine but also warns her of Katherine's strength and cruelty. The way he looks at her is so warm. For some reason it makes me happy that Stefan likes Layla.

A few hours later and I've been unwillingly dragged into a game of Monopoly with my two house mates. Yes, I am playing a board game. Has anyone seen my balls?

"I think you're a cheater Stefan. You can't just land on Park Place and then conveniently draw a card on your next turn that says go to Boardwalk." Stefan laughs heartily and hands her the money for his property.

"You think I stacked the cards in Monopoly?" It's extremely depressing and degrading that I'm actually enjoying this.

A knock on the door makes us all look up. No one ever knocks. I blur to the door, curious and ready to kill anyone suspicious. Both to my relief and chagrin it only Blondie. She's standing at my door sobbing. She looks as if she's going to launch herself at me. Hell no!

"Uh…Layla." I do not do comfort. Sure I've been there for Layla when she's upset but that's a different story, I actually care about her well being and her reasons for crying are always legitimate. Caroline Forbes cries because the DJ at the school dance doesn't play everything she specifically asks for.

Layla appears a moment later. "Oh my God. What's wrong Care?" Blondie instead launches herself at my girl. She hugs her back tightly.

"T-Tyler d-dumped me." Oh God. I roll my eyes. Layla glares at me over her friends shoulder.

"He's an idiot. Why would he break up with you? You're amazing to him." Stefan comes over to the girls, now Caroline's crying into my brothers shirt.

"Why would he leave me Stefan?" The two of them had formed some weird mushy friendship.

"Like Layla said he's an idiot. He'll realize he made a huge mistake." I am so glad I didn't inherit whatever gene it is that makes my brother such a pansy.

"I-I need a drink." Barbie wipes her eyes with a handkerchief Stefan gives her.

"Let's go get you prettied up and we'll go to the bar, ok? It'll be good to be out and around people." Layla squeezes her friend again.

"That's a great idea. I definitely need to be drunk to handle any more of this." Both Stefan and Layla shoot me glares.

The girls disappear upstairs which leaves me and good ol little bro.

"You should be nicer to Caroline. She really loved Tyler. How would you feel if Layla broke up with you?" The thought is like a stake to the stomach. I cover up my worry my usual way.

"Did you hear her last night? That was using only my fingers brother. You really think she'd give up multiple orgasms and my amazingly handsome face?" The suspected look of disgust appears on his face.

"You're a dick. And you're not fooling me Damon. I see the way you act with her, it's like you're a different person. You're falling in love with her." Ice cold dread shoots through me. I can't think about that. Succumbing and admitting to that would be like signing my death sentence.