DD's // TOSKA

- SEVEN -

Around eleven am, Damon woke up with Abigail between his arms. A smile took over his lips quickly as he kissed her cheek. Abigail moved, disturbed in response, trying to find a better sleep position. Her face looked beautiful, some sunlight was getting in the room from the window, and the reflection was covering her cheeks, yet she's sleeping peacefully.

Damon left the bed silently, letting her enjoy her sleep. He covered her nude body with the blanket and left another kiss, this time on her lips. He smiled again, watching her sleep as he got ready to have some breakfast.

Damon left the room with small quiet steps but rushed towards the kitchen when he was in the hallway after closing the door. He opened the fridge, grabbed the bottle of orange juice, and left it on the counter along with some eggs.

"Morning, brother."

Damon chuckled, closing the fridge's door and finding his sister hiding behind it. She was holding a plate, a piece of cheesecake was on it, and she was eating it slowly with a golden fork. The cheesecake's image brought Damon memories from the last evening as he gave her a toothy smile.

"Morning! I didn't hear you come home."

"I slept at James' place. I returned half an hour ago."

"Oh, wonderful!"

Damon grabbed a pan and turned on the kitchen, leaving it there. He grabbed a bottle, letting the pan get filled with olive oil. Deetra was starring at his every move as Damon cracked the eggs and let them fry.

"This cheesecake tastes just like mom's."

"Really? I made it, didn't have the opportunity to taste it, though."

Damon mumbled, focused on the eggs that were making small noises because of the heat.

"We have to talk."

"Is it for Abigail, again? I swear- "

"It's for Mason."

Damon stopped in his tracks, his thoughts hanging from the familiar name. He almost burned the eggs, but the smell saved him. He pushed them quickly into a plate and turned to his sister.

"Mason from high school?"

"Yes."

"What about him?"

"He came with Abigail at the party. He was "Lester Allen"."

"No way, I would have seen him."

Damon held a fork, pushing a piece of egg in his mouth lazily. Abigail chuckled, knowing her brother's stupidity. She left her phone on the counter, besides Damon. The cameras' video was playing, and the date was from the night that the party was happening.

Damon almost choked when he saw his sister talking with a man he had last seen in high school. Mason hadn't changed dramatically, and he could recognize him easily in a crowd. He pushed the plate aside with force and grabbed the phone, bringing it closer. He needed a sign, something to prove that that man wasn't Mason but someone else.

"How did he get in here."

"As I said, he said he is Lester Allen and Abigail, his girlfriend, Anne."

Damon gulped, letting the phone down, a file catching his eyes.

"What's this?"

"Open it, and you'll find out."

He groaned, opening it, a piece of paper with the face of Mason, and information about him was lying there. He held it carefully, studying it with half-closed eyes.