From Blood and Bone

Chapter 32

Elena got a call from Jenna and so she stepped out to answer the phone and speak comfortably. Damon and Bree were being secretive in a corner sitting at a small table alone. I stayed at the bar quietly, like a loser. My phone was still being blown up by Stefan and his insistent calls and messages. I get that he's worried about Elena, but why doesn't he call her instead? Blow up her phone?

Damon walks back to me, and I smile at him softly. "What do you say, should we get a burger and fries?" I groan at the sound of that. "I'll take that as a yes."

"You, Damon Salvatore, know that way to a woman's heart." He lets out a laugh then sits beside me taking the spot Elena had been using. "Can I get a milkshake too?"

He stares at me for a moment his gaze dropping to my lips. "Whatever you want." I'm stunned but nod dumbly. "Elena's coming." I nod again and he grins.

After a few minutes our food is served, and I have a mouthwatering milkshake in front of me. I take Elena's burger and take out the pickles from her bun and place them on my plate. Damon takes a bite from his burger and watches me do the same.

"Let's just say I'm descended from Katherine, does that make me part vampire?" Elena says taking a fire and only biting the end.

"Vampires can't procreate, but we love to try." I choke on my lettuce, and he laughs. "Oh, come on. You're not a prude are you?" He rubs my back till I stop coughing, then proceeds to talk with Elena. "No, if-if even you are related to Katherine it would mean that Katherine had a child before she turned."

"Did Stefan think he could use me to replace her?" Elena asked seething. Her voice low.

"Kind of creepy if you ask me." I nudge him to shut him up but he only smiles. "What's wrong with you, you don't like pickles?" He picks up the ones I took from Elena while shaking his head.

"You can have mine too." He groans, when I uncover my bun. He asks me if I don't like them and I shrug, his hand quickly take them. Elena moves my knee with her own and I look at her. She points at him with a wtf face. "It's fine." So, I do like pickles, in fact I love them, but he doesn't need to know that.

Elena sits straight and looks over me to see Damon. "How can you even eat, if...technically you're supposed to be.."

"Dead?" Damon finished for her. It's not such a bad word. As long as I keep a healthy diet of... blood in my system, my body functions pretty normally."

"This nice act. Is any of it real?" Damon looks at her, then glances at me. I stay quiet, I know that Damon is not acting, he's just an ass most of the time. Right now, is not one of those times. Bree walks over and hands Damon another beer. "I'll have one too." I nod as well asking for a Budweiser. "Time out, remember? For five minutes. Well, that five minutes is gonna need a beer.

Five minutes was not enough to forget our lives. And not enough to get drunk. Both Elena and I had been drinking since noon, and now the sun had said goodnight all the while we were partying, taking shots and drinking beers left and right. Elena was drinking shots along with a crowd while I dance alone to a sick beat. Damon was still sober, watching over us like a babysitter.

Elena's phone rang and she got up to answer it, once again she left the bar so that she didn't have to yell over the noise to speak. Now that she was busy and distracted, Damon made his way over to me, but was intercepted by a guy getting in his way. There were others dancing, but no one had gotten close. This guy was the first, so I dance along with him the second he placed his hands on my hips. He twirled me, causing my back to face Damon's. I giggled when he pulled me close his hand lowering to my butt and he took a handful, I didn't want him to stop. It was hazy and I circled my arms around his neck.

I whispered against his lips before we could kiss, he was good looking, but he isn't who I wanted. He didn't compare. "Damon." Next thing I know I'm being pulled away from the guy and lead outside the bar. I stumble up the stairs and groan.

"What were you thinking? No, I bet you weren't thinking at all." He sneered. I smiled at him, "Are you okay?"

"Damon, you're here." I laugh stepping back. My hand catches the rail beside me, and I frown hearing Damon sigh frustrated. He takes my wrist then pulls me to him hard, it makes me land on his built chest. My hand connects with his covered stomach, I smile to myself trailing my fingers over the fabric, down till I reach the rings of his belt loop. "What are you doing?" he whispers.

I don't respond, I'm not sure I can talk without my words being slurred. Simply, I pull him to me, and kiss him. He doesn't reciprocate the kiss; he just stands there. I pout at the rejection. And turn walking away, feigning indifference. It hurt my feelings a great deal, but I won't let him know. I walk far from the bar, stumbling over my feet till I reach an alley.

Damon walks quick to keep up with me. "Where are you going?" He asked frustrated, in a low whisper. He took my wrist in his hand once he thought I had gone far enough from Bree's place. "Come on, we have to go back."

"Damon no!" Elena's voice called out. We both looked up to see her tied up to a tower. She was scared, so scared I suddenly was sober. I ran to get her but froze when a man flashed behind me and pushed me to the side to get to Damon. He had a thick metal pipe, which he used to repeatedly hit Damon. I screamed stepping back, my hands shot out instinctively, I didn't have my wand but still he the man was sent flying. Too bad he got up fast and launched me, creating distance.

Groaning in pain Damon laid on his back. The vampire went back to beating Damon, and I could no longer stand up. Elena ran down the tower and made her way to me, she was blurry, I could only hear her dumb attempts to stop the man from hurting Damon.

"Who are you?" Damon asked through pain clenched teeth.

Stopping his assault he glared, "That's perfect. You have no idea. You killed my girlfriend."

I grunted closing my eyes and rubbing the back of my head. "I'll help you reunite with her," I said. Elena clamped a hand over my mouth to stop me from pissing off the man.

He pulled out a tank of gasoline and poured it all over Damon. I fading fast, not being able to focus on anything only the voices around me. Last thing I remember is Elena trying to stop the man yelling that Lexi loved him.