The Salvatore Weakness

Ch. 25 Phone Call

Lillian's POV

After showering, I made my way back downstairs into the kitchen to find both brothers.

"And she returns!" Damon quips from the stove.

"I wasn't in the shower for that long!"

"No, but there were a couple extracurriculars going on, weren't there?" Feeling my cheeks getting hot, I figured my best way out of this was to say silent.

"Who would have thought that giving her mouth something to do, leveled out all those snarky comments?" Stefan added, chuckling at his own thought. That just set ablaze a fire in my mind though. The calm, peace that clouded my thoughts immediately dissipated.

"I'll give you a snarky comment!" 

"How about I give you food and we keep peace in the kitchen. We have sharp knifes that I don't think you should be near when fired up." Damon said while placing a plate of lasagna in front of me. 

"Fine, truce. Thank you." I gave him a kiss on the cheek after looking at the food and deciding it was more important. While I ate my food silently, Stefan's phone buzzed. He looked at the name and answered it.

"I don't care what you or your sister say, she's not going back to your house for a couple days." Wow, okay. It's Nik then. Did he even give him a chance to talk? Then there was a pause.

"Wait, what?" Another.

"Okay. Tomorrow at 2? See you then." Hanging up the phone, the brothers just looked at each other. What am I missing? I wish I had vampire hearing!

"So... What did he say?" I asked out loud, hoping at least one of them would answer.

"The Mikaelsons are coming over tomorrow." Stefan said.

"Okay. I like them, but there's obviously a reason so what is it?

"You don't need to worry about that." Damon added.

"Why won't you tell me?"

"You don't need to know." Stefan deadpanned. 

"The fact that you won't tell me is telling me I do actually."

"Lillian, leave it."

"I don't think you realize I can't."

"Oh? And why is that?" 

"My anxiety will just get worse the longer I know there's something I don't know and will only create bad situations in my head as time goes on."

"Why don't you trust us to keep you safe?" Damon asked.

"I do trust you. You have to remember I've been through some things and now my mind has walls. Plus, you just confirmed that there is some type of problem that may or may not involve me."

"So what I'm hearing is that we just have to distract you enough for you to dissociate and bye bye anxiety." Wow Damon logic...

"Well you're no doctor are you?" I laughed at his thought. I mean yes, but no. Depends on how distracted, but that will only last so long. The second my brain is working, the anxiety is back. Why won't they just tell me? That would save a lot of time and effort.

"You know this could be solved a lot quicker if you just tell me what's going on."

"Or I could tell you how delicious you look in my shirt." Stefan said once he practically appeared in front of me.

"That's not-"

"Or how much I enjoyed seeing you on your knees for me. Do you know what you do to me, Lillian?" His hand threaded through my hard, twisting it around his finger at the end. Quickly, he let go of my hair and grabbed my by the hips to place me on the breakfast bar. 

"My brother is right, Lillian. You do look absolutely delicious." He made his way over, looking every bit of the predator stalking their pray. 

"You know, you made me dinner, it's only right that I offer you some as well, Damon." A smirk graced his lips at the thought.

"That would be the right thing to do. What a good girl. Knowing the best ways to say thank you. I can see why everyone says you're smart now." His hand trailed its way down from my neck to my hips while his right was placed on the marble next to me. 

"I'll always be your good girl, Damon." I moaned his name as his right hand tangled itself in my hair, baring my neck to him. 

"Say it again." He demanded. 

"Damon." I moaned again, as his teeth pierced my skin. Once he was satisfied, he tilted his head back as the veins under his eyes were still present. My blood coated his lips and his eyes looked dazed.

"I will never be satisfied with any other's blood but yours, sweet girl." I giggled at the strange comment I didn't think I'd ever hear before coming back home. 

"Thank you. Now..." I pointed at my lips indicating what I wanted.

"Sorry sweetheart, you're going to have to tell me what you want." He smirked at me.

"Please Damon, can I have a kiss?" I pouted, giving him puppy dog eyes.

"Of course, princess. I don't think there will ever be a day I say no." He brought his lips to mine, creating absolute bliss. Swiping my tongue across his lips, I could taste my own blood on him. A low growl escaped him at my subtle action. Giving me a second to breathe, he rest his head against mine.

"You're such a tease."

"Am not."

"It's not a debate. It's a fact." I glared at him, but soon turned my attention to Stefan who has been standing a couple feet away, watching our exchange.

"Are you hungry too?"

"Yes." He answered with hungry eyes. He was the true predator in the room, the ripper.

"Well, there's blood bags downstairs." I said off-handedly. A deep growl shuttered through the kitchen and he appeared in front of me.

"What if I'm only hungry for you?"

"Well you might just starve then."

"And why the sudden hostility? I thought you were a good girl? Or do you need to be reminded?"

"Sorry, blood and kisses are for people I like."

"You like me." He said with such arrogance. 

"I don't like not knowing things."

"Oh really." He said mischievously. He dipped his head towards me, trying to capture my lips with his, but I was quicker. I turned my head so his lips landed on my cheek, which earned another growl from the ripper.

"You don't refuse my kisses. Not unless something is wrong." He roared out.

"Something is wrong. You just won't tell me."

"Lillian, you swimming in dangerous waters."

"So let me drown." The gleam in his eyes told me how riled up he was. As bad as it sounds, I could only pat myself on the back. My carefully articulated plan may just work. As much as they share me, I can use the other to rile a brother up. They see what they're missing out on and it drives them crazy.

"The Original Witch and her coven want you." He slammed his lips on me and I kissed him right back. Giggling, I looked up at him.

"See was that so hard?" I said while baring the other side of my neck for him.

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