⛔Not of this Universe ✔(a Damon Salvatore story)

Chapter IV: Realizing the Reality

I hung around the house while the day went on, having no daylight ring like Stefan and Damon really dampened any plans I had to snoop into other peoples business. But I was in a vampires home.. I grinned as I left my room, looking at all the doors upstairs. Let's start downstairs.

I head downstairs and find what I believe is the library.

"Dear god Stefan." I mumbled seeing all the journals along the shelves. I knew he kept a journal for each year or whatever. But I never realized how many it truly was. I grabbed a random journal and sat at the desk where I had placed a glass with a blood bag next to it and a bottle of bourbon. 

I spent an hour reading, drinking my bag of blood I had stole from the fridge downstairs.

"Find anything interesting, Nancy Drew?" I heard Damon say as he walked into the study. I looked up at him, closing the journal from the 30s, which mostly spoke about how confused Stefan was of losing his 1920s memory's. Oh Stefan, if you only knew of the big bad Hybrid coming next year.

"Just boring Stefan. Feel bad here, become ripper there, Damon such a bad brother everywhere." I said pursing my lips at him. "Same old, same old." Damon flashed towards me, grabbing his bottle of bourbon I had stolen.

"Didn't I say to leave my stash alone?" He asked, opening it and taking a drink.

"Long day?" I asked, completely ignoring his question.

"Why? Do you know something?" He asked. His eyes looking at me, dragging down my figure before moving back up. "What are you wearing?" I tilted my head, looking down at my choice of attire. Looking back up as I stand up, twirling.

"Is something wrong with my outfit?" He narrowed his eyes, glancing back down at me and taking a sharp breath in.

"You stole my shirt." He pointed out. I nodded.

"Did you want it back?" I asked, smirking as my fingers moved to the hem of the shirt, pulling it up to show my toned stomach to him. Damon flashed to me, lifting me up and placing me on the desk.

"What game are you playing, Lexi?" He asked, leaning close to me. But when he said Lexi's name it made me push him away. It was a lot of fun getting under his skin, but hearing him call me Lexi instead Alex or Alexa just kills whatever mood that stirred between us. Damon looked at me confused as I slide down the desk and grabbed the glass I had used. "You're not Lexi are you?" I heard as I walked to the door. I froze, turning my head somewhat. "I heard Stefan talking about a girl, Alexa Jensen. Is that you?" I took a deep breath, trying to figure out if I should tell him or not. In the end I just walked away from him.

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After my encounter with Damon, I avoided him like crazy until the sun went down. Thoughts of my brother and his whereabouts running through my head. When Damon mentioned Lexi's name I started to also wonder where she went. Did I kill her by taking her life over? Or was she me now? Yanking some pants on, I made my way down the stairs to the door. But as soon as I opened the door there stood Damon. Like he was waiting for me.

"You're avoiding me." He pointed out.

"But yet you just keep popping up like really bad pimple." I snarked back, trying to move around him, but getting blocked.

"So from what I know, You're not Lexi, but Alexa, no much of a difference there. But you are 21 years old and definitely not a vampire." He told me. I narrowed my eyes at him. "Stefan writes everything down, you should know that since you know how everything works here."

"Let me guess, you want something. For me to tell you how to open the Tomb? Tell you where Kitty Kat really is? Or do you want to know how you or your loved ones die in the future? Tell me, Damon. What do you want?" I snapped out. His blue eyes look at me, a bit shocked but also confused when I mentioned him dying. Sure he never stays dead, but to making him react to the information gives me the kicks.

"You know everything, huh?" I nodded at him, trying to move around him again but failing.

"Like how you were going to hand Lexi over to the Sheriff last night. But I guess I messed with those plans, huh? Shame, maybe I'd be back in my world then?" I muttered, finally shoving past him, using my strength against him. It really pays to be the older one of us two.  "Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go somewhere else to drink my sorrows away." I told him as I flashed away.