Eve fell into a silence as she drove back to the boarding house. The night's events were still swarming around in her head. How did Alaric know who she was? Elena, Stefan and Damon were the only ones who knew who she was…but Damon was with Eve the entire day. That left Elena and Stefan. But that still didn't explain how Alaric knew what she was. It was highly doubtful that he held up everyone with a stake to the throat and questioned about the location of Damon Salvatore. Eve didn't know Elena well enough to know if she would talk about Eve to strangers. If anything, Elena talking about her was an accident. But Stefan talking about Eve would have been on purpose. Why would Stefan talk to Alaric about her though? Did he realize how far Alaric was willing to go? So far as to hold her up and threaten her with a stake? Why would Stefan do that in the first place?
"Eve." Damon's voice drew Eve's attention towards him. "You've been quiet. What's wrong?" Damon questioned. Eve blinked a few times before returning her attention to the road and shook her head.
"Nothin', Day. I'm only dinkin'." Eve admitted truthfully. It wasn't like she was going to tell him what she was really thinking about. No need to inform him that the history teacher held her up for information on him.
"Thinking about what?" Damon wondered aloud. Eve shrugged innocently. "Are you scheming something without me? Because you know how I feel when you leave me out of your mischief." Damon's bottom lip curled out as he gave Eve a large pout, folding his arms to add onto his act. Eve raised an eyebrow at him as she couldn't help but grin.
"I would never leave ya out of me devious plots." Eve emphasized. "What would be de point without ya? Dere would be no one ta blame it on." Eve glanced over towards Damon with a smirk. Damon rolled his eyes at the statement.
"You always need a scape goat." Damon whined. "Why can't we ever just go on a murder spree and fess up to it?"
"'Cause Stefan would have a cow." Eve chuckled. "Both literally and figuratively." Eve couldn't help the laugh that escaped her at her own joke. Damon rolled his eyes at her playfully before Eve nudged him.
"Damon. I am funny. Admit it." Eve smiled, glad to be distracted from her thoughts. Damon shook his head defiantly.
"Over my dead body, Evie." He chuckled. Eve looked over to him seriously.
"If ya insist." She said quickly pretending to snap his neck and making the cracking noise that would have followed. "I admit dat Eve is de funniest ding ever." Eve tried to imitate Damon's low voice as she put her hands back on the wheel. She glanced back at him. Damon's blue eyes met hers, amusement swirling around in them.
"Somehow, you made me sound more Irish than I actually am." Damon sassed. Eve rolled her eyes at the statement.
"Ya wish ya could make sounds like me, Salvatore." Eve sassed back. "But alas, ya can never be as perfect as I." Eve fluttered her eyelashes towards him innocently as she drove into the driveway. A smirk slipped across Damon's lips quickly.
"But if I sounded like you, I wouldn't have to wonder what you sounded like in bed, and that takes all the fun out of trying to get you there." Eve's eyes widened as her head snapped towards Damon, almost slamming on the breaks to stop. Warmth burned her ears as she slowed the car to a safe stop, trying to ignore Damon. Damon didn't even glance at her as he let out a feminine moan. "Oh Damon, I wanted ya so bad!" Damon said, mimicking her accent. Eve's fingers clenched the wheel in embarrassment before she smacked his arm.
"Knock it off, ya prick." Eve hissed, knowing her face was burning red. Damon instantly went with the whole situation, holding back cackles.
"Oooh, 'it me 'arder, Damon!" Damon mocked more as Eve scoffed at him.
"I can say me 'h's, Damon, just not me 't's." Eve rolled her eyes at him, before grabbing her small handbag. Damon chuckled lowly.
"That's your only concern with that? I never thought that my Irish queen would be into-" Damon let out a hiss of pain when Eve punched him in his arm. "Evie, you can't keep giving me these mixed signals. What are we?" Damon asked dramatically. Eve scoffed as she turned off the car.
"We," Eve gestured towards herself and Damon, "Are friends." Eve smiled and patted his head.
"Just friends?" Damon smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at her.
"Just friends." Eve confirmed with a small smile. As Damon let out a long winded sigh.
"But Evieee." Damon whined. "We could be so much more." He grabbed Eve's hand and pulled it to his lips. Eve rolled her eyes at the action, even as her cheeks began to burn once more.
"I'm too good fer ya, Damon Salvatore." Eve said, pulling her hand back towards her as she got out of the car. In a flash, Damon stood in front of her.
"You are too good for me, Evie. But that doesn't mean I can't admire." Damon smirked as Eve rolled her eyes before trying to walk around him. "And what a night to admire." Damon's arm flew up to trap her in between him and the car. "Come on Evie, the night is young, and the house is ours for some time." Damon's voice lowered. Eve couldn't help the small embarrassed squeak that left her mouth.
"Out of all de people from de raffle dat wanted ta take ya home." Eve breathed out, shaking her head in-spite of her cheeks.
"Who said I wanted to be with any of them?" Damon questioned, never taking his eyes from her frantic ones. "I couldn't let you come back here, looking as beautiful as you do, without someone to rip off that dress of yours." Damon's voice lowered as he took Eve's face into his hands. The heat from her face easily grew hotter. "And I thought, who better than me?" Damon took a step closer as Eve took a small step back before she bumped into the car and let out a small gasp. "You can't just tease me like this, Evie." Damon muttered, letting one hand fall against her waist. His head dipped to be right by her ear "You're giving me all the wrong ideas." He muttered as his hand against her waist started wiggling about. Eve let out a shriek as Damon's other hand went down to her waist and began tickling her sides.
"DAMON FRANCESCO SALVATORE." Eve screamed, dropping her bag and grabbing Damon's hands. Using all of her strength, she pulled Damon's hands off of her sides. "OH YA ARE SO DEAD." Eve snapped as Damon burst into laughter.
"Really Evie? Middle names are so old fashion." Damon teased between his laughter. Eve let out a frustrated scream before pushing him as hard as she could. Damon fell down from the force, but couldn't help but continue his laughter.
"Damon, I'm goin' ta kill ya!" Eve snapped, already straddling him, giving the same torture he had given her.
"Eviee, nooo." Damon whined through his now forced laughter. "E-Evie, I-I go-tta pee!" He snapped.
"Not me problem, Salvatore." Eve hissed at him. Eve, unfortunately, found that the tables could be turned very quickly. Damon pinned Eve to the ground with ease, his eyes glowing with both annoyance and amusement. Eve huffed out a sigh, blowing her fallen bangs from her face before sticking her tongue out at him.
"Are you done now?" Damon snapped playfully. Eve, rolled her eyes. "Good." Damon quickly got back to his feet before he pulled Eve up against his chest. Damon couldn't help but smirk at the way the two stood. "Very romantic. You against my chest. Clear night skies." Damon said aloud. Eve pushed herself away from him with another annoyed huff as she grabbed her bag.
"Ya can't even see de moon, Day." Eve sassed aloud as she started to walk. Damon rolled his eyes, pulling her to his sides and walking towards the house.
"Aw, is someone embarrassed?" Damon cooed at her. Eve nudged him as the two walked by each other.
"Bite me." She snapped. Damon smirked at the statement.
"I bet you'd like that." Damon muttered under his breath. Eve smacked his arm. "Oh stop, maybe I'll start liking all the abuse." Eve let out a groan as Damon opened the front door. "Save the groans for the bedroom, Evie." Damon said lowly as Eve walked past him.
"Yer the absolute worst, Damon." Eve hissed. Damon only snickered. "Ya remember what happened de last time we played dis little game?" Damon's eyebrow raised. "Dere's a reason we haven't seen each other since '97."
"Whose fault was that?" Damon questioned aloud. "I recall it was your precious Jameson that did the trick." Damon smirked. Eve rolled her eyes.
"Aye, but who started de whole ding?" Eve crossed her arms, staring as Damon closed the door behind him. He shrugged.
"You're still as beautiful as ever, Evie." Damon smiled. "Now that isn't my fault." Eve huffed out a breath. "And you can't even make that cute huffing noise you do. You weren't an angel in that whole thing either." Damon sassed. "If I recall correctly, you didn't really stop any of it either." Eve rolled her eyes once more as her ears burned.
"Fine." Eve hissed. "I didn't help de situation either." Eve said begrudgingly as Damon smirked, taking his attention off of her with an obvious chip on his shoulder. "But-" Eve quickly snatched the front of his jacket and pulled him closer. "I dink I won in de end." Eve lowered her own voice as she kept Damon near her. How the tables really could be turned so quickly.
"Did you or the Jameson?" Damon muttered back, his eyes never leaving hers. Eve quickly pushed him away, walking towards the stairs.
"Dis round is on me, Veiny Eyes." Eve smirked as she made her way up the stairs. Damon's hand quickly met his face to feel slight veins lingering against his cheeks before he let out an annoyed groan.
"Not fair, I haven't been laid in a week!" Damon shot back, obviously annoyed.
"What a shame, because ya still aren't gettin' laid tonight either." Eve sassed down to him, making her way to her room. "All dose women, Day, and ya chose de one who would rather shower den have sex with ya." Eve heard Damon make an annoyed grumble.
"Don't tempt me, Evie. I'm not afraid to join." Eve heard. She couldn't help but laugh at the statement. Eve: 1, Damon: 0. A very dangerous game, but one she knew would help him stop thinking about Katherine.
Damon glanced at a mirror on the wall, annoyed by the veins still stuck on his cheeks. Evie was something else, he would give her that. But he wouldn't tell her the real reason he got veiny eyed. She would drag him to the ground with jokes if she knew he got all veiny eyed. True he hadn't been laid in a week and that may have been a little bit of it, but the bigger reason he went all veiny eyed was because he was simply happy. He could already see her bright green eyes light up with mischief, which was why he wouldn't tell her he was happy.
Damon started walking towards the library, a slight smile on his face as he thought about what really happened in 1997.
Damon and Eve decided to meet up in New York City, due to the fact that it had been a year since the two had seen each other in person. They both needed a drink by the time they had caught up. Both ends of their stories grew funnier the more the two drank. Halfway through drinking, Damon said something sexual towards Eve. He was so used to her just getting flustered that when she retorted back at him, he was a little shocked. The more the two drank, the worse the innuendos that they threw at each other got.
At one point the two left the bar and went to some park. It was dark and no one was around. Eve insisted that they should both go on the swings. In pure drunken spirit, Damon sat on a swing and pulled Eve along. Eve only fussed about it for a minute before becoming distracted by some leaves.
"It kind a looks like a pot leaf." Eve muttered aloud pointing at one. Damon glanced down at it and chuckled, mindlessly pulling Eve closer to him.
"In this good and clean city?" Damon gasped. Eve let out a small snort before pushing him back, forgetting both that Damon was on swing and she was on Damon. "Jesus." Damon muttered as Eve realized what she had done and began to flair about only to make the two fall even quicker.
"Christ." Eve hissed as she tried to get off of Damon's chest only for his hands to pull her back towards him.
"Hey, who said you could leave?" Damon smirked up at her. Ever smirked back down at him.
"I dought we could save dis fer a warmer place." Damon chuckled, closing his eyes before he felt his shirt being pulled up. Before he could open his eyes, Eve's lips were suddenly on his.
There was a reason Evie never drank too much of anything. The 60's were a dark time. But the only reason they were so dark was because of his humanity being switched and somehow getting Evie to do the same. Bourbon was too strong for Evie, as they found out. Jameson, on the other hand, wasn't as strong, but it had a weird after effect. It made her bubblier. Bubbly and very flirty.
He'd kissed a lot of people since that night, and yet, the only one he remembered was hers. The way she broke first instead of him. After decades of tension, he wasn't the first to go for it. How she pulled him closer. The slight taste of jameson against his bourbon. How even with chapped lips, hers were still soft against his. Damon shook his head slightly. The memory had Damon's heart race.
As Damon got to the library, he walked over to make himself a drink. He had done a pretty nice job so far on drinking his Katherine problem away, but there was still the ache. Maybe from the alcohol that was most likely poisoning his system. Evie wasn't much help though, showing up and practically insisting he drank more. And Damon knew Stefan had called Evie. Evie always made him better, one way or another, even if it meant making him even drunker than he could get alone. A slight footstep sounded in Damon's ear. Continuing making his drink, he listened and heard Eve's shower running.
"Are you really this stupid?" Damon asked aloud. With his drink in hand, he turned around to see Alaric holding a stake. "Guess so." He muttered, taking a drink. Alaric's eyes fell to the ground. Damon set his drink before flittering over to Alaric and shoving him backwards. Alaric quickly got up and stood in attack mode. "You gonna put down the stake?" Damon asked. Alaric stayed standing. "Wow. That's courage."
"Where's Isobel?" Alaric asked. "What have you done to my wife?" Alaric questioned as Damon started walking towards him.
"You want me to tell you I killed her? Would that make you happy?" Damon questioned, continuing to walk towards Alaric as Alaric began to back away. "Because I think you know what happened."
"I saw you feeding on her."
"Yeah. I did. And I wasn't lying." Damon muttered as he began closing the space between the two. "She was delicious." Damon said with a smirk. Instantly, Alaric lunged at Damon. Damon easily hit him in the stomach. Alaric hunched over in pain before stumbling backwards away from him. "Oh come on, what do you think happened?" Damon snapped. "Not an inkling? Never considered the possibilities?" Damon questioned, watching as Alaric looked back up at Damon. "I turned her." Damon said, rolling his eyes.
"Why?" Alaric muttered lowly, sadness flowing into his voice.
"She came to me. All pathetic. Looking for vampires….There was something about her, something I liked. There was something special." Damon muttered, remembering.
"You turned her…because you liked her?" Alaric wondered sadly. Damon shook his head.
"No. I slept with her because I liked her. I turned her because she begged me to." Alaric began getting up, a new anger in his eyes. "Yeah, but you knew that too, didn't you?" Damon hissed. "Hmm. I guess she wasn't happy at home, wasn't happy with life in general," Damon trailed off as Alaric stood up. "Wasn't happy with you." Damon muttered, turning his back, waiting for Alaric to lunge at him once again. He was tired of playing cat and mouse. And he knew he had already won.
"Is that what happened with Eve?" Alaric questioned lowly. "Did you turn her because you liked her, and then she didn't have the same feelings?" Alaric snapped. Damon stayed still for a second before turning back around to look at Alaric.
"Evie and I are friends. Nothing more." Damon couldn't help but snap at him. Alaric raised an eyebrow at him, a small bit of amusement shining in his eyes.
"Just friends?" Alaric questioned. "Because from what I saw when you two were by your car, that wasn't 'just friends' kind of actions." Damon's eyes narrowed at the statement.
"Don't bring Eve into this." Damon growled dangerously. But Alaric knew he had hit a nerve, and he wasn't about to let Damon win as easily as he thought he would.
"I have to ask. Who made it so it was 'just friends'?" Alaric questioned "How long has it been 'just friends'? I mean, I have friends, but I never acted like that with them." Alaric stared at Damon, waiting for a reaction. "Let me guess. You're madly in love with her." Alaric noticed Damon's hands ball up. That was the nerve. "That's it, isn't it?" Alaric chuckled lowly.
"You're treading on thin ice, Ric." Damon hissed. But Alaric wasn't done. Alaric walked towards Damon, testing his luck. "She's my best friend. That's all."
"All that is but not all that you want it to be, huh?" Alaric snapped. Damon stared at Alaric, his blue eyes narrowed. "You know, I held her up in the alley tonight." Damon didn't say anything, but anger was bubbling through him with every word. "Did she tell you that?" Alaric asked. "Because I didn't do a good job. She easily pinned me against the wall." Damon stared at him, a hint of confusion flashing across his angry features. "But I'm here. She didn't want to kill me. She didn't want you to kill me either." With Alaric so close to Damon, Alaric could easily see the fury in his eyes. "Which is why I'm confused on why she would consider you 'just friends'." Alaric felt a pinch of pride as he poked fun at the topic once more, still gaining a reaction. "Maybe there's a reason you're only friends. Who could ever really be more than friends with the monster who turned her?" Alaric hissed. Damon quickly grabbed Alaric's stake and shoved it into his chest. A sharp hiss of pain followed as Damon pulled Alaric closer, causing the stake to go further into his chest.
"I've never slept with her, I didn't kill her and I wasn't the one to turn her." Damon snapped lowly at him. "But I do love Evie. Because being friends for more than nine decades does that." Damon hissed. "And just because she didn't want me to kill you, doesn't mean I was going to listen." Damon muttered, pushing Alaric away with a loud yell of pain. "Sounds like I got a lung. Which means I get to sit here and watch you die." Damon said nonchalant walking over to his drink and sitting on the couch.
"Damon?!" Damon heard, snapping his head towards Eve as she stood in a towel. A small pinch of guilt swam through him as her eyes fell towards Alaric's convulsing body.
Eve quickly rushed towards Alaric.
"Damon, what de hell happened?" Eve said holding onto her towel tightly, glancing back at Damon.
"Eve, listen, I-" But as soon as Damon started talking, Alaric stopped breathing. Eve looked down at the now dead man. A small amount of anger bubbled up. Why hadn't he listened to her? She knew what she was talking about. She knew Damon would kill him if he showed up. And there he was. Dead on the ground.
"What happened?" Stefan's voice brought both Eve and Damon's attention towards him as he rushed over to Alaric's body. "What did you do?" Stefan's eyes didn't even hesitate to land on Damon. Damon rolled his eyes, letting out an annoyed sigh.
"Do what? He attacked me." Damon shrugged. Stefan glared up at him, now glancing at Eve.
"Don't look at me, Stef, do I look like I killed a man?" Eve gestured down at herself, glad to be short for once, in a world with long towels. Stefan's attention went back to Damon as Damon casually took a drink from his glass.
"Damon." Stefan huffed out in a sigh.
"All I did was tell him the truth. His wife didn't want him anymore. It's not my fault he couldn't…handle it." Damon said nonchalantly, taking another drink.
"Like you've been handling Katherine?" Stefan snapped back. Eve flinched at the remark as Damon easily shrugged it off.
"Stefan." Eve warned lowly. Stefan glanced at her before shaking his head.
"I'm handling it fine." Damon insisted, ignoring Eve's comment. Stefan shook his head. "You know what? Isobel came to me. She found me. And if she's related to Elena, that means she's related to Katherine. Maybe Katherine sent her to me." A small smirk lit up Damon's face as Stefan shook his head defiantly.
"Stop it." Stefan snapped. "You don't have to keep looking." Damon's smirk died as he shook his head defiantly.
"Can't be a coincidence Isobel sought me out." Damon insisted. Eve looked up at Damon now. Damon glanced at her, and stood up quickly. "I don't need you two judging me, you know that?" Damon snapped towards the two. "Katherine is out there still." Damon hissed. "She has to be." Damon insisted, turning his back away from. "I'm assuming either of you will take care of this." Damon muttered, leaving the two with the dead man. Stefan let out a sigh.
"Sorry Stef." Eve muttered quietly. Stefan looked back up at her, sporting his big green puppy dog eyes.
"It's Damon." Stefan said. Eve shook her head at the statement.
"It's yer brother, Stefan." Eve insisted. Stefan calmly looked at her, ready to shake his head. "Damon is Damon. He will always be Damon. Dere's no use in fightin' who he really is, Stef." Eve insisted as Stefan's head lowered away from her gaze. His eyes met something. Eve looked towards what he was looking at to see Alaric's fingers moving. The two looked back up at each other before staring as Alaric's chest started to move too. As the two stared, Alaric sat up quickly, gasping for air. Stefan quickly helped Alaric as Eve stared at the man. Damon wouldn't turn him. There was no reason to. Unless he was just being a dick. But Damon wouldn't do that if he was truly pissed, and from what Eve saw when she came into the room was a very pissed off Salvatore.
"What happened? What's going on?" Alaric breathed out heavily, looking around the place as his hand held onto his chest.
"You were just…" Stefan trailed off as he stared at Alaric, "Did Damon turn you?" Stefan asked, glancing at Eve.
"No…I-uh," Alaric stuttered out. Eve went to his other side hesitantly. Alaric's eyes met hers for a moment. "I came at him at first, bu-but I guess he got the final blow, huh?" The light tone came out sounding forced. Eve had to bite her tongue or she would spit an 'I told you so' out, even to a resurrected man.
"No, no, no. You must have vampire blood in your system." Stefan insisted. "Somebody slipped it to you." But Alaric quickly denied the accusation.
"No, it's, uh, something else." Eve noticed Alaric balling up his hand. Her eyes shot down to his fingers. A massive ring caught her attention instantly.
"Then how?" Stefan questioned. A small pause plagued the three before Alaric's voice rang back up.
"Isobel." He said aloud, his voice cracking with confusion as he stared down at the ring. "This ring protected me."
"That's impossible." Stefan said, shaking his head in disbelief at the whole ordeal.
"I know." Alaric agreed. Eve rolled her eyes.
"Welcome ta Mystic Falls, Laric." Eve muttered, standing up and shaking his shoulder as she passed him. He let out a hiss of pain as Eve left, leaving the two men where they sat. She was done with this day. So done. She should have known better when she agreed to come back to the town. "What could go wrong?" She insisted to herself. "Everything." Eve thought to herself as she returned to her shower. It was going to be a long stay in Mystic Falls. She could feel it.
A Few Days Later
Eve let out a sigh. What was there to do in this town? Besides the commotion from when she first arrived, all had gone silent; even Damon. Damon was pouting, Eve decided, and decided to let him. She was here for him, but she wasn't about to deal with him complaining about a woman who never loved him. Eve heard footsteps downstairs and quickly flittered to the top of the stairs to see. Stefan walked with his girlfriend hot on his tail towards the door. Eve groaned causing the two to pause and look up at the withering vampire.
"Um, hello." Elena greeted cheerfully. Eve nodded at her as she dramatically laid herself over the railing. "Is she alright?" Elena whispered to Stefan. Eve was half tempted to just fall off to experience a rush in her life once more.
"I'm stir-crazy. I haven't left dis house in decades." Eve whined, pulling her leg over the railing so she could straddle the rail and lay down. "DECADES!" Eve hissed as she put her head down against the wood. Stefan chuckled lightly.
"Why not go out?" Stefan suggested. Eve groaned loudly.
"And what?" Eve sighed. "Murder de whole town?" On second thought, that didn't sound like such a bad idea. "Maybe I will murder de whole town." Eve muttered, looking back down at the two. "How many people live in Mystic Falls?" Elena's face went white making Eve cackle to herself.
"About seven thousand." Stefan said casually, causing Elena to look even more horrified.
"Only. I'll be done by nightfall." Eve smirked down at the two. Elena glanced at Stefan, fearful that the two weren't kidding.
"What is this, the 60's?" Stefan teased casually. Elena finally hit his arm playfully, annoyed by the nonchalant talk of murder. Eve laughed at the interaction. "Where's Damon?" Stefan asked. Eve let out a grunt of annoyance. "Still not talking?"
"What do ya dink, Stef?" Eve sassed. "He's out somewhere, probably getting wasted at de bar." Eve shrugged lightly. "Goin' out?" Eve asked, sitting up as the two started walking once more.
"There's school." Elena said, trying to get in on the small talk. Eve raised an eyebrow at the two.
"And what were ya two doin', stayin' together on a school night?" Eve questioned, wiggling her eyebrows at the two. Elena blushed as Stefan lightly nudged her towards the door.
"I'm older than you, you don't make the rules." Stefan sassed. Eve smirked at the comment.
"Steffy, ya have ta remember dat I'm 22, while yer only a little baby at 17." Eve cooed at him as they walked towards the door. Stefan turned around to roll his eyes at her.
"Eve, I am almost 50 years older than you." Stefan continued to sass her.
"Didn't yer parents ever tell ya not ta speak ta yer elders like dat?" Eve sassed back. Stefan shook his head as he led Elena out the door.
"Bye Grandma!" Stefan yelled as he closed the door. Eve couldn't help but cackle. That was the most entertaining thing that had happened in days. Stefan really never got the amount of credit he should have for the amount of sass that he had in him. With the two gone though, it was back to the agonizing boredom that was the Salvatore boarding house.
Eve got off the railing and went down the stairs. Coffee would help, she assured herself. A new challenge faced Eve as she got to the kitchen. Where was the coffee? Eve looked through the cupboards without any luck.
"Top shelf, above the stove." Eve whipped around, nearly slipping on her socks, to see Damon standing in the doorway. Eve raised an eyebrow at him.
"Good spot fer it." Eve sassed. Damon rolled his eyes, walking over to the stove.
"Great spot." Damon sassed back, reaching above the stove, not being in reach of the cupboard either. Eve let out a huff.
"Dat's probably really good coffee if no one can reach it." Eve muttered, feeling awkward now as she stood in her pajamas. It didn't help that her shirt said "If it requires a shirt or a bra it's not happening today".
"Now I guess you'll have to defy your shirt." Damon muttered, turning around and leaving the kitchen. Eve couldn't help the blush that spread across her face. "Come on, I'll take you to get some coffee." Damon's voice carried.
"Are ya alright ta drive?" Eve questioned, leaving the kitchen and walking back towards the stairs. A scoff filled her ears, making her smile.
"I didn't go out to drink." Damon muttered, standing near the stairs landing. Eve's eyes fell guiltily. She shouldn't have assumed what Damon was doing. Eve walked past him without looking at him. "You know, I hate to see you go." Damon muttered. Eve turned around quickly as Damon shot her a smirk. "But-"
"Stop it." Eve snapped with a roll of her eyes as Damon tilted his head dramatically. "Damon!" Eve hissed, as her cheeks began to burn, flittering up to her room.
Her closet was still nothing spectacular. Even with her new clothes in them. But there were still clothes she could wear. She pulled out two tank tops, one a dark blue and one white high low tank top. She threw the two tank tops on her bead, looking at her jeans before picking out a plain pair of skinny jeans. Eve glanced at her bathroom door, quickly deciding to shower, ignoring the voice inside of her head telling her how annoyed Damon would be. He could wait so she wasn't smelly and gross.
"Jesus Evie, you take forever." Damon whined from the other side of the bathroom door. Eve let out a sigh as she pulled on socks, before walking out of the steamy bathroom.
"What? Ya runnin' out of time er somethin'?" Eve sassed, walking past him to her closet. Damon let out a little sigh as he fell back onto her bed dramatically. Eve looked at her shoes before picking black ankle high heeled boots. Eve sat down beside Damon as he glanced at the shoes. "Don't judge." Eve hummed as she zipped up one boot.
"You know, this isn't a coffee date, Evie." Damon muttered sarcastically. Eve whipped around, placing her hands on her face dramatically.
"Oh no!" Eve shouted falling back, the back of her head landing against his chest, making him huff out a forced breath. "Whatever shall I do?" Eve muttered, turning her head towards Damon's, easily seeing a small smirk light up his face.
"This way we can kill without being emotionally attached." Damon muttered.
"Friends with murder benefits." Eve replied instantly. "We remain friends even dough we kill people." Eve continued. A warm feeling filled Eve as she let her head rise and fall with Damon's chuckling
"That's been our whole friendship in a nutshell, Evie." Damon said sitting up, making Eve sit up. "Well, let's go get coffee." Damon said standing up. Eve reluctantly stood up. Damon looked her up and down. Eve raised an eyebrow at her. "Put on a jacket, Evie, it's cold out." Damon commented. Eve blinked before rolling her eyes and walking to her closet.
"Whatever ya say, Day." Eve muttered, grabbing a black lapel jacket. Damon nodded approvingly. Eve rolled her eyes as Damon held out his arm. "What a gentleman." Eve sassed as she slid her arm through his.
"It must be nice to be able to talk to me without having to break your neck to actually see my eyes." Damon sassed back. Eve rolled her eyes at him as the two walked down through the house and out the door. Eve breathed in the cool January air. "Told you." Damon muttered as they continued walking towards his 1967 Chevy.
"Still with de old car, Day?" Eve questioned. Damon scoffed nudging her towards the passenger side.
"Of course, Evie. Just because it's old doesn't mean it's not good." Damon hissed defensively. Eve rolled her eyes as she got into the passenger seat. "I've had it since it came out, Evie. It's special." Damon mocked himself aloud. Eve chuckled as she put her hair in a ponytail. A sudden, angry buzz turned her attention to her phone.
Caroline: Ugh. Boys r dumb
Eve snickered at the text. Caroline had text Eve the night of the bachelor raffle to thank her, which turned into a bitching session that both girls seemed to need.
Eve: Oh?
Damon glanced over at Eve, a small pout on his lips.
"Are you and her best friends now?" Damon asked as he started his car and began driving. Eve quickly buckled her seatbelt before looking at Damon. Damon rolled his eyes, reluctantly putting it on.
"Are ya jealous?" Eve smirked over at him, nudging him. "Ya know I could never replace ya. We're friends with murder benefits." Eve sassed him. Damon couldn't help the small smile that slipped across his face. The buzzing brought Eve's attention back to her phone.
Caroline: It's just. Ugh. They r so dumb. Like. I m rite here. Pay attention 2 me.
Caroline: I mean. I no I m the rebound grl but make it less noticeable?
Caroline: Like. i m trying 2 b cute but I m bein shown up by Elena and Stefan making out? Ugh.
Eve: Why not try and go on a double date?
Caroline: Holy shit! That's a gud idea!
Eve: Well of course it is, you thought of it! ;)
Caroline: I lyke the way u think! ;))) Maybe we shuld just date ;)))))
Eve: You wish. Why do you even have your phone? Aren't you in school?
Caroline: O plz, I m perfect and can do wut I want!
Eve chuckled before Damon let out a small annoyed huff. Eve looked over at him and raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, so yer mad cause I'm not talkin' ta ya?" Eve snapped playfully. Damon glanced over at her and rolled his own eyes. "Fine. I'll pay attention ta ya, ya attention whore." Eve teased.
"Well, you ignored me the whole way here." Damon pouted. Eve glanced out the window to see that they were already in town. Eve looked over at Damon, a small amount of guilt brushing over her features. "Don't give me that look, Evie. Your world doesn't revolve around me, as much as I want it to." Damon said, turning his head to wink at her. Eve let out a small scoff as he parked his car in front of the grill.
"Dought we were getting' coffee, not drunk." Eve wondered as Damon rolled his eyes at her.
"We are, but parking here is easiest." Damon sassed, getting out of the car, walking over and opening the door for Eve.
"What is dis, Twilight?" Eve sassed, as she got out of the car. Damon let out a huff, closing the door and purposely hitting her in the arm. "OW!" Eve snapped, rubbing her arm.
"Oops. Did I do that?" Damon mocked as he started walking down the street. Eve quickly caught up with him, hitting his arm.
"Yer a prick." Eve hissed as Damon simple snickered before wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Eve looked around the town, a small sense of coziness filled her. It had been literal decades since she had been to the small town. She wasn't used to the happy faces that passed the two. Living in the city does that. All the faces that passed Eve weren't happy and carefree, but more burdened and spiteful, like they were annoyed at the world for its existence. Eve didn't even notice Damon looking at her before he nudged her. She blinked rapidly at him before realizing that the two were in front of a small café.
"It's not a Starbucks, but, it's coffee." Damon shrugged. Eve stuck her tongue out at him in light disgust.
"Starbucks is too popular." Eve said. "Not ta sound like dose…hipsters?" Eve questioned. Damon chuckled, opening the café door and nudging Eve in.
"Yes, they're called hipsters, grandma." Damon sassed. Eve couldn't help the small smile as she remembered her conversation with Stefan earlier this morning. And the two brothers insisted that they had two very different personalities. "Now. What do you want?" Eve looked up at the menu.
"What de hell is a 'CaraLotte'?" Eve questioned. Damon raised an eyebrow at her and chuckled.
"'CaraLotte' is literally just a caramel latte." Damon chuckled. Eve shook her head. "It's okay, Evie. I know you are a bit slow with the new times." Eve glared up at him.
"No, just cause I can't process special coffee names!" Eve snapped. Damon's arm wrapped around her as he continued to snicker. "Yer an ass." Eve hissed as Damon pulled her to the front.
"Hello." Damon drawled at the small cashier. She raised her eyebrow at him. Eve held back a snicker as he literally got rejected in front of her. Damon. The self-proclaimed sex god. Damon shot Eve a look that made her actually let out the snicker. Damon rolled his eyes at her. "Could I get the 'ChocoMocho'?" Eve snorted at how calm he was. "Are you done?" Damon sassed. Eve rolled her eyes at him and stuck her tongue out.
"Since I love de name, could I have de 'CaraLotte'?" Eve smiled at cashier who smiled at the two.
"What sizes?" She smiled with a raised eyebrow.
"De largest available. Maybe just put it in a bucket." Eve commented seriously. Damon rolled his eyes at her.
"The regular size is just fine for both." The cashier gave a little chuckle as she rang up the two orders.
"That will be $10.53." Damon pulled out his wallet from his back pocket and pulled out a ten. Eve looked at him fumble with his loose change before she reached into her pocket and pulled out a one dollar bill, grabbed the ten from Damon and handed it to the lady. Damon looked over at Eve and let out a frustrated sigh.
"I had that change, Evie." Damon muttered. Eve rolled her eyes and swatted the air.
"Aye, but ya were takin' forever." Eve muttered back at him. Damon let a small huff as he put his wallet back in his pocket. The cashier chuckled mindlessly at the two.
"You know, you two are the cutest couple I've seen in here in a long time." She smiled as she began taking out the change. "How long have you two been together?" She asked as she focused on counting the change.
"O-oh, we-"
"Oh, years actually." Damon smirked down at Eve as she tried to deny. A light blush spread across her freckled face. "Yeah, we met at a party. I was a little drunk over a girl." Damon said, happily continuing on with the story. "My brother had a thing for her, actually. But you know, being drunk and all." The cashier smiled as she listened intently while making the two coffees. Eve wanted to sink away from the embarrassment. "It was actually later that same night that we got to talking. I had sobered up a bit and my brother was nowhere to be found! He just left her all alone." Damon pulled Eve closer as her hands went up to her face to hide. "We just sort of hit it off when I said I would take her home. Her dad wasn't too happy about her getting home so late though. He was downright murderous." Eve kicked Damon's shin suddenly. Damon's smirk fell quickly. "But, things happened, and here we are." Damon quickly changed the subject.
"That sounds like a Hallmark movie." The cashier chuckled as she brought the two coffees over. "Well. Here you go! Thank you for giving me a little romance in my life." She smiled and winked at Eve who continued to blush. She grabbed her coffee and nodded politely at the woman before turning on her heels to leave the place.
"Evie." Damon's voice carried as he caught up to her as she exited the café. "Eve." Eve turned to Damon who grabbed her coffee.
"Oye!" Eve snapped.
"Evie, you picked up the wrong one." Damon rolled his eyes playfully before handing over her coffee. "Wouldn't want you to drink the wrong one." Eve rolled her own eyes at him as she took the hot drink in her hands. "Sorry." Damon muttered as he started walking back to the car. Eve watched him before catching up to him.
"Sorry, what was dat? Was dat an apology?" Eve teased playfully, taking a sip of her coffee, delighting in the sweet taste. Damon let out an annoyed huff.
"Yes. I'm sorry. I've been a dick. And that wasn't okay. I know that what happened that night still gets to you." Damon muttered lowly. "And I've just been a dick in general. With the whole Katherine thing." He continued. Eve stopped and stared at the man. Damon let out a sigh before turning around. "I'm not done, come on Evie. It's easier to walk and apologize without looking at your stupid puppy dog eyes." Damon gave a light smile, nodding his head for her to follow him once more. Eve reluctantly followed. "You and Stefan were trying to help." Damon stated. "I was just…" He trailed off as they reached his car. Eve placed her coffee on top of his uneven roof, ignoring the red lights that flashed in her mind for doing so.
"Damon." Eve stated, pulling his arm to make him look at her. "I'll try not ta do de 'puppy dog eyes' at ya, but ya have ta know it's okay." Eve said. Damon rolled his eyes, but Eve easily ignored the action. "I can't even imagine de hurt, Day. Waiting 145 years fer a woman who-" Eve cut herself off, not wanting to go into that. "Surprisingly, ya can have emotions." Eve said, staring at him sincerely. "De big bad vampire can feel." Eve poked his sides playfully, ignoring his sad eyes. "Now, take me home." Eve said sticking her nose up in the air and grabbing her coffee.
"You are something else." Damon muttered, a small smile slipping before he pushed Eve's face. Eve blinked at him before scoffing and going to the passenger side. "This isn't Twilight, princess. You lost your chances of me being a gentleman." Damon said dramatically getting into the driver's side. Eve let out an offended scoff as she got into the passenger side.
"Rude." Eve snapped, sipping her coffee once more. Damon rolled his eyes as he started the car.
"Evie." Damon's voice stopped Eve in her tracks as she walked towards the boarding house. She turned around as Damon picked her up into a tight hug. Eve let out a cough as she patted his back. "Shh. No tears. Just dreams." Damon muttered, hugging Eve tighter.
"Dam-on!" Eve huffed out as she tried to pull herself away from him. "M-me coffee!" Damon, just made shushing noises as he began to walk towards the boarding house, with Eve still in his strong embrace. He easily opened the door, finally dropping Eve. Damon stopped, putting his hand in front of Eve to stop her from moving. Eve looked over at Damon, opening her mouth to talk before Damon quickly put his hand over her mouth. His index going to his lips to shush her. Eve raised an eyebrow at him as he began walking out of the door's entrance. Eve snuck behind him as quietly as she could. As they two got out of the entrance, there sat a woman in a nice beige dress jacket and a matching skirt. A younger looking girl stood farther back from her. The younger woman raised an eyebrow at Eve cautiously.
"Hello Damon." The older woman's warm voice broke the silence as she stayed turned from the two.
"Ever heard of…knocking?" Damon sassed aloud.
"An invitation wasn't necessary." The woman stated casually before turning her head. "I'm surprised that no living person resides here." She said, standing from the spot and turning towards the two. "Is it just-" She cut herself off as she stared at Eve, confusion written on her face. "Who is she?" She questioned back towards the younger girl. The girl shrugged her shoulders.
"Oh, uh, hi." Eve said aloud causing everyone's attention to fall to her. "Me name is Eve." She smiled politely at the two, but Damon's hand gently grabbed her wrist before she could wave or make any action.
"Let me rephrase; Is it just you two and your brother?" The woman asked, curiosity seeping in her words. The younger girl walked and stood by the older woman as Damon shrugged.
"Yeah, how do you keep unwanted vampires out?" The younger asked.
"I kill them." Damon flittered over to the older woman and held her throat. Eve watched as the action didn't even cause a flinch from either of them. The older woman looked at Damon, annoyed by his action before she grabbed his wrist and pushed down. Damon grunted a little.
"Damn." Damon muttered as the older woman threw him to the ground. She began to smile.
"Have a seat, Damon. You as well…Eve." She hesitated as if she couldn't remember the name. Damon pulled himself up on the couch as Eve walked over cautiously, staring at the older woman. "I was hoping we could have a word." Eve plopped herself down beside Damon. This was all very confusing.
"Sure." Damon muttered casually as his arm laid on the back of the couch behind Eve. "So, how's the town treating you? I mean, it must be a big change." Damon hissed.
"There's a lot to learn, but luckily, I'm a quick learner." The older lady smiled. Eve couldn't help but let out an annoyed huff.
"Okay, wait, what is happenin'?" Eve snapped, all attention on her once more. "Who de hell are ya two." Damon flinched at Eve's demanding tone of voice, but the two women simply looked at one another and smiled.
"Forgive us, we have yet to introduce ourselves. I am Pearl, this is my daughter Anna." Pearl stated, giving a warm smile. Eve didn't feel the warmth from it though, but instead a threatening one. "Damon has not mentioned us?" Pearl questioned. The way she spoke had Eve thinking. Was this the Pearl from 1864?
"He might have." Eve said. Pearl was Katherine's best friend and Anna was her daughter. And Eve had nothing nice to say about Katherine, so why say it in front of her best friend? Damon glanced over at her. "1864?" Eve asked. Pear nodded.
"Indeed." She smiled before looking back at Damon. "We've taken up residence at a farmhouse just outside the town." She said, sitting across from the two. "It'll suffice for now."
"All 25 vampires?" Damon questioned.
"Not all…some. I imagine that a few have already left town. Others are probably still in the woods or like us, acclimating." Pearl stated, looking up at Anna. Damon looked at the two, confused.
"How'd they get out of the tomb?" Damon asked.
"I think the witch screwed up that part of her hocus pocus." Anna muttered. Damon made a small understanding sound. Eve listened quietly. Damon hadn't talked about any of this to her. All he said, through his drunkenness, was that Katherine wasn't in the tomb.
"I understand from Anna that the founding families still have a secret council?" Pearl stated.
"And you're a part of it." Anna continued instantly.
"Pfft, that's ridiculous." Damon muttered with a smirk, but Pearl's glare showed her disbelief.
"I've been in Mystic Falls since the comet, Damon. I'm up to speed." Anna sassed.
"And so am I." Pearl snapped. "And now that you've infiltrated the council, I'll need to know everything they know. Starting with a listing names of all the council members and their families." Damon took a small breath in. Eve could literally feel him becoming more annoyed. Or maybe that was how she was feeling. Pearl seemed very bossy.
"And everyone you've supplied with vervein." Anna said. Damon's attention shot to her.
"Yes, that will have to stop immediately." Damon squinted before turning his gaze back towards Pearl.
"What exactly are you trying to achieve?" Damon asked. Eve knew what they were trying to do. It sounded like the two were trying to make vampires be the top honcho once more. But maybe Damon just wanted to hear the two say it.
"Mystic Falls is our home, Damon. They took that from us. Our land, our home. It's time we rebuild." Pearl said very calmly.
"What, are you crazy?" Damon snapped. "It was 1864. Wake up woman! The world has moved on." Damon sassed, but Pearl was not smiling at all from the comment.
"As a reward for your help I'm willing to give you what you want most."
"I want nothing."
"Katherine." One simple word. Eve couldn't help the small glade she sent towards Damon. He glanced at her and knew.
"You wouldn't even know where she was. You've been under the ground for the last century and a half." Damon snapped.
"Katherine and I were best friends long before we came to Mystic Falls, Damon. I know how she thinks, I know her patterns, I know where to find her." Pearl smirked. Damon leaned his elbows against his knees.
"I no longer have any desire to see Katherine ever again." Eve's chest swelled with pride. She hoped that was true and not something he was just saying for Pearl. "And there's no way in hell I'm gonna play the role of your little minion." Damon stated, standing up before Pearl flittered to push him back on the couch.
"I'm not asking for your help, Damon. Finding Katherine was just a mere gesture of kindness. The rest is non-negotiable." Pearl once more flittered and shoved her thumbs into Damon's eyes. Eve acted quickly, shoving Pearl a few inches back. How old was she even?
"Alright, I've had it up ta here, ya psycho bitch." Eve snapped. The two looked at Eve like she had just said the most unbelievable thing. "I know de stories from 1864. I know a little bit of it, but it's not 1864." Eve snapped as Damon writhed in pain behind her. "Ya can't just turn de town inta a vampire hot zone." Eve said lightly. Pearl and Anna looked at each other before Pearl walked closer, up into Eve's face.
"How old are you?" Pearl said lowly.
"22." Eve sassed back looking up at her. Pearl wore heels, and even with Eve's own heels, she was still a few inches shorter. Pearl slapped her suddenly making Eve flinch, an image of her father flashed in her mind, before she glared back at Pearl. Eve felt the veins being to rise from her cheeks. "119." Eve hissed. Pearl's eyes lit up with a dark amusement.
"I have four hundred years on you both." Pearl laughed darkly. "I'll rip you both, limb from limb without even blinking." She snapped, shoving Eve backwards, tumbling into Damon as he let out a hiss of pain. "I'll be in touch." Pearl stated calmly, walking to leave the house, Anna hot on her tail. Eve scurried off of Damon quickly. He let out a grown as he took his hands away from his eyes.
"Fock." Eve snapped, glaring at the door before flittering to the kitchen. There had to be some type of stored bunny blood of Stefan's somewhere. As she looked, Damon let out a groan of pain. Finally, she found a small container labeled "Stefan's". She took it and flittered back to Damon as he was trying to get up. "Sit down, what are ya doin'?" Eve snapped as she lightly pushed Damon back on the couch. "Here." She opened the container and put it in Damon's hands.
"Oooh, Bambi." Damon sassed as he drank all of the blood in the container. "Maybe Thumper." Damon made a small disgusted face. Eve rolled her eyes at the statement as she took the container back from him, his eyes starting to heal. As she went to take the container back, she glanced at the mirror on the wall. A light hand print outline lay against her cheek. Anger bubbled up through her as she quickly went to the kitchen and set down the container, ignoring the sound of it falling to the ground as she stormed out of the kitchen.
"Are you okay Eve?" Damon muttered as he rubbed his eyes as she walked past him.
"I'm fine." Eve hissed. "I just need air."
"Are you sure?" Damon asked but before she could answer, she was out the door and running to her car.
As Eve got into her car and quickly drove off, she thought about how bad and idea it really was. A 119 year old vampire against 25 vampires at least 50 years older than her. She had a rough time with Damon's strength, let alone vampires older than Damon. And yet, Eve continued to drive to the country side of Mystic Falls. How was she supposed to know where this farmhouse was? She turned on a dirt road and parked.
"What are ya doin' Eve?" Eve asked herself as she walked down the path before quickly flittering behind a tree as a loud clatter from the house filled her ears. She focused on the voices that spilled out of the house.
"Fredrick, stop!" Eve glanced around the tree to see the large farmhouse more clearly. A white porch railing surrounded the house. Eve noticed a small brick wall. She flittered over to it and saw that it lead down a set of stairs. She walked down the stairs, cautious of the voices from inside. A locked iron door at the bottom stopped her. She looked at the lock closely. Maybe she could break it.
"What do we have here?" Eve twisted around quickly to see a man with black spikey hair, a mustache and a goatee staring at her. She quickly tried to flitter around him only for him to grab her neck and then nothing.
So hi. I know it's been a while but ugh computer issues and personal problems. But here is a SUPER long chapter to make up for my absence. Also. A late holiday gift. I was going to have it done by the 25th, but then I decided to make it longer and here it is. I tried to recreate the first 8 pages like I had written before, but I know I didn't get it exact, so if it seems not good, I'm sorry. ALSO. I haven't written anything in 2 months so I'm a little rusty. Thanks for sticking around! I'll try and keep my regular scheduling of once a month chapters. Maybe even make all the chapters this long. Idk. Okay. I love you. Bye!