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𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 me that morning and dragged me into Stefan and Elena's room. I stood awkwardly at the end of the bed, turned away from the couple.
"Rise and shine, sleepyheads." The older Salvatore sang.
My twin jumped up at his voice and covered herself with the sheet, "Damon, Lia. Please."
"What are you doing?" Stefan asked.
His brother only rolled his eyes, "Oh, stop being smutty."
"Seriously, get out of here." The younger boy told him.
Damon didn't move from his seat on the end of the bed and continued, "If I see something I haven't seen before, I'll throw a dollar at it. Now listen, we have some very important business to discuss."
"And it has to be right now?" My twin sassed.
The raven-haired vampire smirked, "Well, we have lots to do, now that we're all friends and working toward a common goal. So, in order to open the tomb, we need to find the journal to get the grimoire to open the spells. First things first, since you are Elena Gilbert, you're on journal duty."
"Since when am I helping?" She rolled her eyes.
"Well, Stefan's helping and you've taken up residence in Stefan's bed, ergo." He trailed off with a smile.
Stefan turned to his girlfriend, "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."
"I'll look for it today." She sighed, "But what about Lia?"
"Lias with me." Damon shrugged.
I frowned, this was news to me, "Since when?"
"Since now." He grinned in my direction.
"How do we know that this journal will hold the location of the grimoire? We're really going to take the word of this vampire?" The brunette vampire frowned.
"What exactly is a grimoire, anyway?" Elena asked.
"It's a witch's cookbook." He replied with a playful tone.
Stefan rolled his eyes as he began to explain, "Every spell that a witch casts is unique in itself. So every witch would document their work."
The man nodded, "Yeah, cookbook."
"What about our mystery vampire?" I asked, "Dimwit obviously wasn't working alone, So whoever is out there knows who we are."
Damon nodded, "And I don't like that disadvantage. Chop, chop. Lia, with me." He ordered as he stood from his place on the bed, "You know, I really like this foursome team thing. It's got a bit of a kink to it." He chuckled, "Don't screw it up."
