Once Eve got out of her shower, she proceeded to get ready for the bachelor raffle. She wanted to look nice for it. She was, after all, trying to seduce a man who was a possible threat, and also had a girlfriend. Which could mean two possible threats if Eve screwed up and got too close or his girlfriend was a jealous. Eve shook off the thought as she pulled on a single shoulder strapped light purple dress that barely reached her knees. Eve let out a frustrated sigh as she tried to straighten out the ruched bottom. Eve quickly gave up, forgetting about the situation with Alaric and her dress, and instead focused on her hair.
Eve twisted her hair up in a french twist as best she could. Little flyaway hairs poked out instantly. Eve grabbed a few bobby pins and quickly tried to pin them up. Eve let out a low grumble as she held a bobby pin in her teeth. The more she tried to fix her hair, the more her hair gave way to more flyaways. Eve let out an exasperated sigh as she put down the few bobby pins she had planned to use. It had been a while since she had tried doing her own hair into something other than a simple ponytail. Now she had to work on her eyeshadow.
Eve hopped up onto her sink counter and pulled her makeup bag closer to her. Eve looked down at her makeup pallet. Eve looked down at the mix of darker colors. She couldn't be so dark. She had to be light. Alaric wasn't the only challenge she had tonight. Eve let out a silent sigh as she looked into her makeup bag to see if she could find lighter eyeshadow. Luckily, she had a smaller pallet of natural colors. Eve brushed on a lighter purple onto her lids before she put on a darker purple at the edges of her eyes. She blended the two near the edge to have a slightly blended look. She quickly did the other eye before grabbing her eyeliner. Eve decided to have a black wing. After decades of practice, wings were still difficult to get perfect.
Eve pulled away and looked at the edges of the wings before hopping off her sink, satisfied. Eve As annoyed as she was that the dress only had one strap, she couldn't help but feel proud of the overall outcome of everything.
As she left her steamy bathroom, Eve slipped a silver bracelet and began putting her dangling beige pearl earrings. She grabbed her daylight ring quickly. Eve couldn't help but look at her reef knot lapis lazuli daylight ring as it lay across her right ring finger. It was fairly plain compared to Stefan's and Damon's, but that was the point. Plain was less noticeable to the naked eye, while Damon and Stefan's rings seemed to shout at anyone who walked by. Eve thought that if one day, someone who knew she was a vampire wanted to take her daylight jewelry, the person wouldn't instantly go for her ring; or, at least that's what she told herself.
All of a sudden, Eve's ears perked up at the sound of the front door opening. Stefan must have finally come home.
He still needed to wash her sheets. Eve walked out of her room. The wood hallway floors felt like ice on her bare feet. Eve brushed off the annoying nagging of her last memory as a human tried to play in her mind before she flittered back to her room and put on her shoes. She pulled the two heels quickly before she flittered towards the railing at the top of the stairs. As Eve was about to shout at Stefan, she looked down at the front door and saw a girl with dark brown hair, standing there, looking around the living room. Eve froze.
"Stefan?" The girl's voice rang out as she closed the front door. Eve couldn't help but stare, out of both fear and curiosity. This was the girl Eve had seen in pictures during so many drunken rants from Damon. This was the girl who turned Stefan and Damon both. Eve stared at the girl who looked nervously around. As Eve watched the girl make her way towards the stairs with her head down, a sudden jolt of fear ran through Eve's body. Eve had heard of this woman, and from the stories, Eve hated her. But as much as Eve hated this woman, it still didn't help that she was powerful. Katherine Pierce. The fear only lasted a moment before anger brewed through Eve's system. Katherine soon looked up towards where Eve leaned against the railings. Katherine jumped and gasped up at Eve.
"Oh, wow, hi! I'm sorry I didn't see you!" She smiled up at Eve. Eve remained silent as her eyebrows furrowed together in slight confusion. Katherine was supposed to instantly kill her for just being in the same house that the Salvatore's were in, not give a general greeting. "Are you one of Stefan's friends?" Eve noticed the gentle tone in her voice as the girl questioned innocently. "I haven't seen any pictures or anything...I'm Elena." Eve saw the nervous smile that flew across her face. Eve couldn't help but cock her head in confusion. Elena?
"Evelyn." Eve said quietly, still unsure about this Katherine look a like. "Yer name's...Elena?" Eve questioned. Elena simply smiled up at Eve and nodded before Elena began to make her way towards the stairs once more.
"I was wondering if Stefan was here..." Elena said, starting to walk up the stairs. Katherine was a liar. That much Eve knew. Maybe this was all a rouse. If so, it was working.
"Haven't heard from him. He could be in his room dough." Eve trailed off suddenly cautious of what she said in front of this Kath-er...Elena, girl. The sweet innocent look wasn't fading as Elena got closer. The closer she got though, the more tense Elena appeared. Damon had told Eve on the way back Charlottesville that Katherine wasn't in the tomb. She was supposed to be dead in the tomb, but she was neither in the tomb nor dead. Damon passed out before she could get any more information out him. That still brought up the question of why Katherine would want to come to the Salvatore's in the first place? She could have done so earlier...Maybe this was all a scheme of hers. Elena gave an awkward smile as she reached the top of the stairs and nodded at Eve politely before walking towards Stefan's bedroom.
Eve silently followed behind her as Elena walked into Stefan's room.
"Stefan?" Elena questioned. Without missing a beat, Damon's voice followed. Eve got closer to the door.
"Better; Me." Damon stated nonchalantly. He didn't sound surprised. What had Damon not told Eve? Eve thought she had gotten caught up on most of Mystic Fall's drama...unless...Elena was the girl!
"You look...um..." Elena trailed off hesitantly as Eve hovered near the door to Stefan's room. She was still reeling about the new information that was Elena. Damon was going to get an ass kicking. This was the girl! Both the Salvatore's were getting an ass kicking for not telling her of the lookalike.
"Dashing? Gorgeous? Irresistible?" Damon asked. Eve could hear the taunting in his voice as she continued to eavesdrop on the two.
"Wrecked. You look wrecked." Elena stated calmly. The Salvatore's and their obsession with one face was a little unnerving.
"No reason why." Damon muttered. "Do you know that I'm one of Mystic Fall's most eligible bachelors?" He questioned.
"Most eligible bachelor fer a reason. Ya keep chasin' after de same lookin' woman fer centuries." Eve thought to herself as the whole situation began sink in. "Dese boys, so help me." Eve hissed in her head. "Damon needs ta get laid, maybe I should have helped him out, Christ." Eve thought to herself, blushing at the idea alone. Eve quickly tried to save her mind from the thought of her and Damon.
"Huh." Elena said in a higher pitched voice. Damon made a small 'yep' before his footsteps started becoming quieter. "How are you doing?" She questioned, more seriously.
"Never better...yep." He muttered. Eve rolled her eyes at the sound of his voice. He was such a drama queen.
"I don't mean to sound rude, but who is that woman?" Elena questioned quietly. A silence filled the room as Eve listened more carefully at what Eve assumed was a question about who Eve was.
"What woman? Evie?" Damon questioned with a little pause, assumable from a nod from Elena. "She's my friend. Why?" Damon questioned before another pause. "What? I can have friends." Damon muttered defensively. "She is!" Damon's defended. "I can have friends that I don't sleep with! Or kill!" Damon sighed. "Not to say if she wanted to do more than be friend, I wouldn't say no."
"That's enough!" Elena snapped suddenly, cutting Damon off. Eve was grateful for this Katherine look a like as Damon's chuckled filled the room.
"Now...What can I do for you?" Damon asked. "I'm a barrel of favors today. It's my newfound purpose—how can I help people?" His 's' in purpose stood out as he let it slur. Damon wasn't drunk anymore, Eve knew, but maybe slightly buzzed. She hadn't taken away his bourbon from under his bed before she showered. That was enough time for him to drink the whole bottle.
"I'm just meeting Stefan; we're going to the fundraiser." Elena stated, ignoring Damon's question.
"Help a guy out, will you? I...can't get this." Damon muttered. Elena sighed before her footsteps got quieter as she walked away from the door.
"So...I found out who my birthmother is." Elena's voice oozed happiness.
"Euchh. Who cares." Damon muttered. "She left you." Damon muttered, his tone became more gentle. "She sucks." He muttered making Eve smile.
"Eve?" A voice questioned behind Eve. Eve let out a sharp gasp as she spun around, her hands flying up to defend herself. Stefan quickly grabbed her hands before Eve could do anything. An amused look was on his face as Eve pulled her hands back, putting them over her beating heart.
"Christ, Stefan, ya nearly gave me a heart attack!" Eve hissed at him. Stefan raised an eyebrow at her, glancing behind Eve, assumingly towards his slightly opened door. He cocked his head and nodded at the door. Eve couldn't say anything though before he walked around her into his room.
"Stefan." Eve turned around to see Elena and Damon standing close together. Elena tucked some hair behind her ear as she walked past Damon towards Stefan. Damon glanced back at Eve before focusing on Stefan.
"Hey." Stefan said glancing at Elena before looking at Damon.
"Ugh." Damon muttered, making everyone's attention turn towards him. "I need a bigger jacket." He whined, pulling the jacket off. "Wow, you know, an occasional sorority girl might, um, you know," Damon made a gesture towards his chest, "Help fill you out a bit." Damon almost growled as he walked past Stefan. Damon fumbled with his top button as he walked out of the room and closed the door. Eve folded her arms.
"Ya have a bit of explainin' ta do, Mr. Salvatore." Eve snapped at him, her arms folding. Damon only swatted his hand towards her, making his way back towards his room without a single word. Eve let out a sigh before she heard Elena's voice again.
"He's fine." Elena stated.
"He's Damon." Stefan answered.
"Maybe this heartache will be good for him. It'll remind him that he has one, even if it doesn't beat." Elena hissed. Eve felt a small surge of anger fly through her body at the statement.
"Won't hold my breath." Stefan muttered before Elena laughed. Eve looked down towards Damon's door before deciding it best to talk to Damon instead of listening to the two in the room talk about Damon as if he couldn't hear them.
"Damon, are ya about ready?" Eve questioned as she let herself into his room. There he was, sitting on his bed still fumbling with his top button again. "Is dat a no den?" Eve questioned
hesitantly as he kept his attention on his button. Damon let out a grumble and an irritated sigh. His blue eyes suddenly connected with Eve's.
"Just help me with this damn button." He sighed, seemingly giving up. Eve couldn't help but smile and roll her eyes as she made her way over to him. Even as he sat on his bed, Damon seemed to tower over Eve.
"Where did ya even get more alcohol?" Eve questioned, already knowing where it was at, as she tried to button his top button. He shrugged with a small smirk. Eve rolled her eyes and finally pushed the button through.
"You know where; you're the one who showed me the place in the first place." Damon raised an eyebrow with a small smirk. Eve couldn't help but smile as she straightened the shirt for him subconsciously. "Prohibition was a hell of a time." Damon muttered as he leaned back on his elbows.
"Indeed, but we don't want ta be late now do we, Mr. Salvatore?" Eve muttered pulling on his shirt to get him off the bed. Damon smirked at the gesture as he stood up and pulled Eve closer, lifting her chin up towards his face
"Maybe we should skip out on the whole bachelor raffle. Or we could play it out here. I'm an eligible bachelor and oh look! A beautifully dressed Irish woman looking for a bachelor! Wow, what are the odds?" Damon smirked as Eve's eyes widened at every motion.
"Damon." Eve tried to squeak before she pulled herself away from him and punched him in the gut. Instantly, Damon bent over from the pain with a small 'ow, fuck' under his breath. "Get yer shit together or I swear, I'll kill dis Laric guy before you can even find out if he's dangerous or not, do ya understand?" Eve muttered as Damon only nodded, still holding onto his stomach. "Good talk, now come on." Eve commanded, holding out her arm for him to take. Damon glanced up at it quizzically before standing up and looping his arm with hers.
"Shall I escort you or shall you escort me?" Damon questioned straightening his back, his words still a little forced from his pain. Eve let out a small huff of a laugh as she led him down the hall towards the steps, ignoring the hushed tones from Stefan's room.
"I dink ya drivin' is out of de picture." Eve muttered "Now, do ya need a bigger jacket?" Eve questioned, remembering the conversation from earlier. Damon smirked down at her
"Someone was being nosey." Damon muttered as they stopped beside the top of the stairs.
"Someone was bein' hostile." Eve muttered back, glancing up at him. "I don't blame ya though. With a girl who looks like Katherine, I would be hostile too." Eve muttered, trying to get a subtle point across. Damon's eyes instantly dropped away from Eve's brief gaze. Eve only sighed. "Go downstairs and wait. I'll grab ya a jacket." Eve grumbled nudging him towards the stairs.
"Hey watch it!" Damon muttered sarcastically as he slowly made his way down the stairs. "We don't need me falling to my death and becoming a vampire now, do we?" Damon sassed as Eve made her way to his room. Eve let out a small scoff as she glanced back at him descending the stairs with a smirk across his face. Eve could only roll her eyes before walking into Damon's room.
Unlike Damon, his room was open. Everything seemed bigger from the lack of furniture and the placement of his bed. Even his closet seemed open for anyone. His closet was what really showed off his personality in the entire room. Closed off from everyone else and always dark. There was a switch to turn on the light, but even Stefan could never find it. Hidden in the back, though, behind his shoes is a small switch that turned the one light bulb on. Sure, the light didn't shine in the darker corners, but it just made Eve seem more secure. Damon told Eve about his idea of his closet once in a drunken rant. Eve was the only one who could brighten up his world even if with the lights on, everything was still black. Eve let out a small chuckle thinking about how silly it sounded. His personality was in the closet. The thought made Eve snort.
In a different drunken rant, Damon told Eve that the reason he wore black all of the time was because it was the color of his soul. Eve chuckled mindlessly at the memory as she looked at his large collection of black jackets alone. Damon had a problem. Who owned this many jackets in the first place?
"Hey Damon?" Eve said aloud, hoping that Damon had his listening ears on. A few moments passed before a slight whisper rang in her ears.
"Yeah?" Damon's voice muttered.
"What size of jacket do ya have on now?" Eve asked aloud, focusing more on the silence than the actual jackets she pushed aside.
"A large." Damon muttered, sounding frustrated. "Make it John Varvatos."
"Dey're all John Varvatos." Eve grumbled under her breath finding a larger black jacket. She folded it over her arm and turned off the light before flittering to her room and grabbing her matching handbag before flittering down the stairs. She found Damon standing next to the bookshelves by the stairs.
"Here, I hope I grabbed de right color." Eve mocked him. Damon's eyes lit up for a moment before he grabbed the jacket and pretended to inspect it.
"Obsidian, it seems. This will never do with my shirt!" Damon sighed dramatically placing his wrist over his eyes to sell the bit even more. Eve scoffed out a laugh as she looked up to see Stefan walking towards the two. "Here comes fun." Damon muttered towards Eve under his breath before starting to put his jacket on. "Where'd our girlfriend go?" Damon questioned towards Stefan, his words still slightly slurred.
"She's on her way to the Grill." Stefan stated nonchalantly before pulling something out of his pockets. Stefan glanced up and gave Eve a look. The look told Eve that whatever was in his hand involved Damon and was important. In simpler terms, if Damon was too drunk to be cooperative, Eve was next in line for questioning of what Damon might think. "I, uh, wanted to talk to you." Stefan stated handing the picture over to Damon. Eve glanced at the picture with Damon. In the picture, there was a woman with dark brown hair and a smile. Eve studied the picture before glancing towards Damon. A small smirk played at his lips. "This is the woman, Isobel, from North Carolina." Stefan said looking at Damon's expressions as well. "Remember her now?" Stefan asked, already knowing Damon knew.
"Who wants to know?" Damon asked suspiciously.
"I do." Stefan answered simply.
"Who else wants to know?" Damon questioned Stefan lowly. Stefan took the picture from Damon and put it back into his jacket pocket before giving Damon his full attention.
"Did you kill her?" Stefan asked irritably. Damon shrugged his shoulders before he looped his arm with Eve suddenly. Eve flinched from the sudden contact.
"Sorry." Damon muttered, to Stefan or her, Eve wasn't sure. "Don't know her." He said almost playfully, pulling Eve past Stefan before stopping again and glancing back at Stefan. "Hey, are you coming?" Damon asked. "The Real Housewives of Mystic Falls await." Damon clicked his 't' before pulling Eve along once more, leaving Stefan behind. Eve looked over at Damon and raised an eyebrow.
"Eyes on the prize, Evie." Damon patted her arm gently as the two walked out the front door. "We don't need any distractions for tonight. Especially if you're to win over this school teacher." He smirked playfully. "Do you think he will be like a school boy instead of a teacher though?" Damon questioned. Eve raised an eyebrow at him. "I mean, since you're older. He would have to be the student. Or would you be into the whole role play aspect. You know, the whole naughty school girl type of thing. Would you go all ou OW!" Damon let out a sharp cry as Eve stomped on his toe, passing him to get to the driver's side of her car.
"Hey Day?" Eve questioned as Damon's arm looped with Eve's subconsciously as the two walked towards the bar. Damon glanced down at Eve. Even with her two inch heels, Damon still seemed to tower over her. "What if he doesn't like me?" Eve smirked as Damon let out a chuckle.
"You could always kill him." Damon shrugged nonchalantly. Eve nodded in agreement as the two walked into the bar. There was already a crowd forming. "This is where I'm going to leave you though." Damon said as the two stopped just inside of the doors. A small booth was set up close by with a blonde girl sitting behind it. A cash box was on one side while a roll of tickets was on the other. "Don't try and compel the blonde. She has vervein." Damon muttered as he walked past Eve. If looks could kill, Damon would have been twice dead from the glare the blonde gave him. Eve walked up to the boothd.
"Um. Hi." Eve smiled. The girl smiled back before leaning closer to Eve.
"Hi, a little word of advice from one gal to another," The girl whispered towards Eve. "That guy you walked in with is a real skeez." She whispered. Eve let out a laugh at the harsh tone in the blonde's voice.
"Yer tellin' me, I'm his friend." Eve chuckled. "Eve." Eve put out her hand as the blonde slid back in her chair with a small laugh.
"Caroline." She smiled brightly. "You must be new to the town; I've never seen you before." Caroline smiled. Eve nodded glancing behind her to make sure she wasn't holding up any lines.
"Just flew in today." Eve smiled. "Someone was havin' a temper tantrum." Eve nodded towards Damon, who was talking to an important looking woman. Damon's eyes met Eve's for a brief moment before Eve winked at him playfully.
"Flew in from where, Ireland?" Caroline asked instantly. Eve let out a small chuckle as she shook her head.
"L.A., actually." Eve chuckled. "But I'm glad ya picked up on me accent and didn't say Scotland." Eve laughed. "But I should probably get ta doin' dis silly raffle business." Caroline nodded with a smile. "How do I do dis den?" Eve laughed, realizing she had no idea how anything like this worked.
"Oh, you pay for a ticket and then, if you're lucky, you'll get picked from a bowl to date a bachelor." Caroline explained. "The more tickets you have the higher your chance of getting a bachelor."
"Gettin' a bachelor sounds like dese men are whorin' out deir bodies for tickets." Eve muttered looking around the room. Caroline let out a snort as Eve turned back towards her, rummaging around in her small hand purse. "Well, here ya go." Eve pulled out a ten dollar bill. "How much will dat get me?"
"Five tickets." Caroline said, ripping off five tickets from the roll.
"Dere any way ta rig it?" Eve wondered aloud, glancing around the room again before spotting a tall man with dark blond hair. "So I don't have ta date dat skeez." Eve said, looking back at Caroline. Caroline only laughed and shook her head.
"You'd have to talk to Mrs. Lockwood about that, and from the looks of it, she may rig it herself to get with the skeez himself." Caroline sassed, looking over to where Damon and Mrs. Lockwood were standing. Eve let out a snort as she shoved her tickets into her purse before looking back at Caroline who gave a side smile. Eve liked this girl. She was very quirky and very witty.
"We can only hope." Eve muttered back. "I should probably mingle. Er, somethin'. But it was nice chattin' with ya." Eve smiled, patting the makeshift booth.
"If not, you're welcome to come talk to me." Caroline smiled warmly. "I'm here all night." Caroline smiled.
"Are you tryin' ta charm me into more tickets?" Eve raised an eyebrow playfully. Caroline only shrugged back innocently. Eve couldn't help but smile as she walked away from the girl, wiggling her fingers as a goodbye.
Ruched is a fucking word, trust me. Look it up. FASHION. But anywhere. Here is some of the raffle. SO CLOSE TO ALARIC AND EVE SCENE. Now, it might actually take longer now that I've caught up with my first person edit of the story because now I have to actually write out the next part of the story. Ugh. But I think it will go by quick, seeing as I've added almost a thousand words alone to this one chapter. But anyways. I hope you liked it. I'm also still sorry for the pun that is the chapter name. I cannot resist.
Surprise GiraffePanda2, I added some Caroline! Because the world needs more Caroline
toopreshforthisworld. I plan on writing '85 out sometime because THAT WAS A WILD TIME LET ME TELL YOU...but not yet ;) (and this wasn't the Damon and Lexi time, there's a whole different story (with Eve) for that (which I will probz get to!)) And I'm glad you liked the Irish! I was a little weary on putting it in at all, but I thought "you know, it's when Eve was a little baby (and not a blood thirsty killer vampire), and she's with her Irish family that is so Irish they survived the potato famine, they need to speak some Irish." ALSO. I hope you are at the edge of your seat for the long awaited Alaric and Eve. Because I was originally going to have a cliffhanger at the end of this chapter, but instead, I put Caroline in. You thinking I'm presh is such a presh thing to say omg