The Perfect Mikaelson's

83|| Damon 🥃

Damon

"Nothing compares to bourbon from New Orleans." I finish off my drink, waving over the bartender. "Another one?" She smiles at me, pushing her blonde hair from her face. My eyes drop to her name tag, as I smile and look back at her.

"Thank you, Camille." She offers a soft smile, rushing off to go make my drink. "You just can't help yourself can you?" Stefan tuts beside me, nursing his glass.

"What? I'm just making sure she makes my drink right." He hums, shaking his head. "Well you should ease up. You don't know who we're meeting and we both know you don't want the wrong person hearing you." I roll my eyes, accepting the drink Camille brings back.

"She's married and has a kid. She doesn't care about who I flirt with." I lean back into the chair, staring at my refilled glass. Of course he would bring up Abbie when I'm already on edge about seeing her.

Even after spending months with her in California, I never got any answers. There was always something going on or we were just avoiding each other. My job was simple. Protect her and Hope. Asking any questions about our time together would've just complicated that. I don't want complicated anymore.

"Damon and Stefan?" We both look over to see a guy smiling at both of us. "Marcel Gerard. I've been sent to show you around." He holds his hand out, Stefan is the first to shake it.

I follow, grabbing my drink right after. If I'm about to see Abbie, I'll need it. "I hate to rush your drinks, but we really should get going." We both nod, abandoning our glasses as we follow him out of the bar.

"We thought we were meeting K-.."

"So I have a few places in mind to start our tour, so I think we should hold off on the questions." He draws, the smile never leaving his face. Fucking weird. "I promise I'll answer anything you want when we reach our first stop."

He leads us through the town, weaving us through the drunken crowd, while pointing out some landmarks. "Have you guys even been here before?" We both nod. "It's been awhile." I answer, keeping the answer vague.

If he knows the Mikaelson's, then he has to be a vampire or at least know about them. I'm keeping it vague, because he's being sketchy.

Why did he come get us and not Klaus? Where is Abbie? Why did he stop Stefan from mentioning Klaus? What the hell have we gotten ourselves into?!

"This is me." He motions to the car parked on the street, stepping out into the road to get in the car. I beat Stefan to the front seat, shoving my bag towards him.

When we're all in and heading down the road, his whole mood seems to change. "I'm sorry about earlier. We're in the middle of a war right now and we don't know how far it's gotten. So while you're here, try to keep from mentioning the Mikaelson's or anyone closely associated with them."

"Why didn't Klaus mention this?" Stefan questions. "Because we don't know who to trust right now. I can explain more when we get inside, but right now, I need you to do as I say and go along with this." He parks the car in front of a hotel and gets out.

Passing the keys to a valet, he waits for us at the door. "Are you getting a bad feeling about this?" I look up at the hotel, as Stefan shuts the door. "Yeah, but I'm putting my trust in Abbie to not get us killed." That I have to disagree on.

I believe she's still a Mikaelson and won't hesitate to go all scorched earth at the sight of me. When that happens, I'll let Stefan stay behind and continue to believe. I'll be halfway back to Mystic Falls by the time they finish with him.

Walking into the hotel, probably being the nicest I've stayed in, we walked up to the front desk. "Checking in for Stiles Stilinski." Stefan and I share a look. "Wasn't that one of the k-.." Marcel's elbow to my ribs cuts me off.