The Mikaelson Bloodline

Chapter 2

Izabelah's POV

"We're out of champagne." Damon told me from the bath, while I was stood at the mirror trying to get ready for actually facing people. My make up had become my mask, hiding how I felt about everything. The only one who really knew was Damon. He was all I had right now.

"Huh." I smirked, turning to face him, my thick black eyeliner half done. "No, you are out of champagne; I have been trying not to drink in the morning, not that you're helping, my Love."

"Well would you be a dear and strip off, after getting us some more..." Oh, that was tempting. But I really couldn't, I didn't mind one of us being bare, but together. It made my skin crawl like a thousand bugs were all over me. We'd been trying in our three months together, but it just wasn't happening.

Sitting carefully on his counter, I watched him, smiling. "I think you can probably get it yourself, Dae. I'm not your slave, I'm your girlfriend."

"Hmm, don't forget love of my life." He smirked, standing up and getting out of the bath and walking over to me and pressing a kiss softly to my lips. And soaking my dress. "Oops, looks like you're going to have to change after all."

"You did that on purpose!" I laughed, grabbing my darkly floral perfume and spraying him. "And now I'm going to run."

I dashed back into our room, but he grabbed me around my middle, picking me up and going to throw me on the bed, but stopped as Elena was in there. And then he hid behind me. "You know, you should really learn to knock, Elena." He told her, while I used my magick to pull a towel closer to us.

He wrapped it around himself while she covered her eyes, and then he was covered. "Sheriff Forbes gave us another location to check, Grams." She pulled out a note. "Memphis."

Damon rolled his eyes, taking the note. "Another dead end you mean."

"You don't know that."

I hated doing this to her, but the way we were doing this involved not getting her hopes up. There was a good chance that Rosie was dead, or maybe worse, and that Stefan was a monster that had turned it all off. "You're right, Elena. This could be the one. After two months this could be the one clue that tells that Stefan and Rosalyn are sill alive and well and living in Graceland."

She ripped the note back from Damon. "Fine, I'll go myself." And then she tried to walk away. Which didn't work because I put up a barrier spell.

"Right, and let Klaus know you're tracking him. He thinks you're dead, my Love, lets keep it that way."

"It's a new lead Grams, Damon. We haven't had one for a while."

I caught my boyfriends eye and then we walked forwards, taking the piece of paper again. "OK, we'll check it out. If we we find anything, we'll call you."

"But..." But nothing, we'd already walked away into our main room.

Pulling out our cupboard, we put a new pin on the map. "They moved on to Tennessee, baby. No sign of wolf attacks, so Rosie is still undetermined."

"The fluttered victim we were looking into had family in Tennessee." I remembered, leaning on him as he looked at the map hard. We were trying to find our lost siblings, like we had been for the last two months. I needed her back, she kept me in control.

"Which one? Pensacola?" I nodded, cuddling into him. "Up for a road trip, baby?"

I smiled up at him. "Definitely. Not like the shop needs to be opened, I've brought all the plants here and am just doing deliveries at the moment." My heart really wasn't in it any more, all my magick was being channelled into the roses that now grew again in the Salvatore gardens, keeping it steady and unlikely to just explode. "Call Ric, I'll change my dress, again."