𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐘 ✯ damon salvatore

15. beer pong

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OPHELIA WOKE UP IN A BED that she was not familiar with. However, by the strong scent of bourbon and cologne, Ophelia knew she was at the Salvatore's.

Walking down the staircase, she saw Rebekah walk through the doors, carrying shopping bags.

"You're Klaus's sister?" Damon closed the door and looked over to Ophelia who was groggily walking down the stairs.  One foot missed a step and Ophelia was about to fall down until Damon flashed in front of her, catching her swiftly.

"I knew you would fall for me," Damon said, acting cocky as usual. Ophelia pushed his chest away and proceeded to lead herself in the living room where Rebekah turned to look at her.

"Hello, niece. Can you please tell these two that I can stay here?"

"Come on guys, let her stay here. After all, she is my family." After the pleading looks Ophelia gave the brothers, they still insisted that Rebekah should leave. But Rebekah didn't listen anyway as she showed her way to a guest room.

"Are you guys going to that party tonight?" Ophelia questioned the brothers and Stefan nodded his head.

"I'm going, but you're not going to." Ophelia turned her head to Stefan, glaring at him for thinking he has the authority of telling her what to do.

"Oh, and why is that?"

"Klaus told me I have to protect you at all times." Ophelia rolled her eyes at how Klaus compelled Stefan to protect her.

"I don't need a babysitter. I'm turning eighteen soon. I'm going to that party whether you like it or not." She walked past Stefan as their shoulders brushed up against each other. Ophelia walked out of the house and slammed the door shut.

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The red solo cup that was in Ophelia's hand started to get warm since she was clutching it for a long time. The poor cup almost got crushed.

"Why so glum, little niece?" Rebekah went over to Ophelia and replaced her warm beer with a nice cooler one.

"Not glum, more of pissed. Did you know Klaus compelled Stefan to look over me while he was gone?" Taking one swift gulp of alcohol, Ophelia wiped her lips, finally starting to feel buzzed.

"I know you don't remember this, but when you were first born, Klaus swore that he would protect you with every ounce of power he had. He really loved you, Ophelia, even though you might remember that."

Although Ophelia didn't want to admit it, she knew Klaus was doing this out of the good of his heart.

"Thanks, Rebekah, but honestly, all I want is my dad. I could really use a father figure right now."  With that, Ophelia walked away leaving a stunned Rebekah, who now felt sympathy towards the girl.

Walking over to the fire, Rebekah was stuck in her mind, now wanting to pry her way through Klaus' devious plans just so she could get Elijah back to his daughter. It was clear that Ophelia wasn't herself and Rekah knew the only two people that were able to cheer her up were Bonnie, Elijah, and Damon.

"What you have no friends your own age?" Speaking of Damon, he sat next to Rebekah who was talking to her about the joys and fun of making s'mores.

Completely ignoring what Damon was saying, all she could think about was her niece and how she missed Elijah. "You know, Ophelia really misses her father. I want to get him back for her."

"You sure about that? Like are you sure Ophelia considers him as a dad?"

"Mind your tongue, I can tell when Ophelia shows affection for someone. She might even have some for you."

Damon couldn't help but smile slightly at this, but he still stayed in character as his job was to flirt with Rebekah.

The pair couldn't see, but Ophelia was watching them from afar. The back hairs on her neck spiked up, indicating that someone was behind her.

"What's that look?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, come on, like it doesn't bother you at all that your crush is flirting with your aunt."

Ophelia's temper was on the thin line of snapping."Can you please shut up?"

"As you wish, your majesty." With that, Stefan walked away, leaving Ophelia more relaxed.

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"Your brother does not know when a lady is pissed." Ophelia plopped on the couch in the Salvatore home, while Damon was rolling up the rugs.

"Trust me, I had to deal with that for over 150 years. You get used to it eventually."

The soft silence of the crickets from outside soon got interrupted when a vase shattered on the floor, peaking both Damon and Ophelia's attention.

"Keep it up, Stefan." Ophelia and Damon helped pick up the broken vase shards.

"What a dick." Ophelia started to pick up the bigger shards, but her attention was cut short when Damon flew in the air, being punched by the one and only, Mason Lockwood.

"Mason?" Ophelia started to back away, petrified knowing that he is supposed to be dead.

"This is going to be fun."

I just saw black widow and wow... i cried 😭. hope you all enjoy this chapter!! my mikaelson sibling book should be out very soon, so stay tuned for that!!💕