The Heavenly Appeal {A Vampire Diaries Fan Fiction}

{20} Under Her Shadow

A new year for Heidi and the Originals. A VERY complicated chapter ahead in 'The New World,' beware. Any questions? I do not own The Vampire Diaries, but my ideas and OCs are my own. -Her Lady

Chapter Twenty

Under Her Shadow

=-Mystic Falls, Virginia-=

2010

"Argh! There's nothing here!" I heard Damon groan from afar.

I sat up from my slouch, tired and cranky as hell. My stomach was grumbling from the lack of food, my muscles aching at my stiff posture. Damon kept Alaric and I in the apartment for hours to search for something that was never here, not even Johnny Boy's diary. "Yes, Mr. Obvious. Thanks for repeating what I just said for the past afternoon!"

"Now, now. No need to be pissy."

"I'm hungry, damn it. I can afford to be pissy."

"This is another dead end," Alaric summarized carefully, not wanting Damon and I to argue for the hundredth time. He was weary too but he didn't exactly complain as I did every five minutes. Then again, Alaric wasn't as spoiled as I was. While he settled for frozen dinner, I demanded champagne and caviar.

The apartment complex had been searched inside out, starting from the bedroom and bathroom. It stung painfully when I went through Henry's stuff. They were reminders that Damon and Alaric shared hands at killing him, and I honestly blamed Damon more than Alaric - his vampire instincts, to be more specific. He knew about my position with murder and Alaric didn't, but he still did it anyways. Maybe I was disappointed that he didn't really regard my feelings as thoroughly as Elena's. So much for friends.

The kitchen and the living room were the last to be checked. Unfortunately, the last microwavable meal was already thrown at the garbage, eaten, and there was no cable. Adding from my starving state, I was so, very bored! I had quit with rummaging through random newspapers and open letters and escaped to my thoughts for the last hour and a half, getting up from my spot whenever I was called from time to time. "There's nothing to do here!"

Damon sighed, plopping down on the sofa cushion and rummaging under the seats. He sounded disenchanted. "Damn. I was at least expecting porn under the sofa."

I questioned, disturbed, "Is that where you hide your dirty magazines at home?"

"Seriously? Have you looked at me recently, Char? Why read from paper alone when I can get the real experience firsthand?" He retorted, smirking at my grimace.

Embarrassingly enough, he was aware that I thought he was pretty hot. With his chiseled abs, gorgeous face, and striking gray blue eyes, who could blame me? It was hard to avoid ogling the hardness of his stomach with the tight black shirts he preferred to wear - no fat and all muscle. If he could, Damon would've stuck with open button polo-shirts to expose most of his very impressive chest. He wasn't ashamed with perfect body, that alone was clear, but it didn't mean I was going to try anything with him anytime soon. Besides, I still had Tyler to think about in that department.

"And speaking of experiences-"

"Don't," Alaric warned, shooting the dark-haired vampire a cautious glance. "Save the jokes for later. We haven't found anything here."

"Oh, stop with the depressing act. What exactly did you really think we were gonna find in this apartment?" Damon snorted unattractively. "I can't imagine Isobel in a silk bathrobe with a lit cigar, congratulating you on finally finding her."

I frowned at him. "Harsh."

Alaric didn't even respond to Damon's antics as sorrow quickly filled in his features. "This is it, I guess . . . I-I can't spend the rest of my life seeking someone who doesn't want to be found."