Raised By A Vampire

Chapter 6

"Please explain why I have to go to a stuffy tea party. Why can't you take Rose?" Hazel whined to Damon.

"Because I need your help and you love me" Damon grinned, "Also, I need to figure out if John Gilbert is setting me up. He gave me a dagger that can kill an Original."

Hazel was automatically suspicious. "I'm going to say it's a trap. Why would he help you? Doesn't make sense, at all."

Damon nodded, "Yeah, that's what I figured. We're still going." He smiled as he pulled her to the car. 

"Will you take me car shopping? I have no clue what to get but I definitely need my own." Hazel asked on the drive.

"Yes! Please don't say you want a girly little car." Damon whined.

"No" she laughed, "I think I want an SUV but I'm not sure what kind. I know the trunk space is good for hauling bodies."

"That would worry me if it wasn't a possibility we would need it" He joked.

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Walking into the Lockwood residence, Hazel gripped Damons arm. "Don't leave me alone with these people.

He laughed as he led her to Carol. "Carol, lovely party." Hazel greeted the woman next and then noticed who she was standing with.

"This is Elijah Smith, he's an author and is writing about small towns." Carol explained to them. Hazel knew exactly who this man was and she really hoped Damon didn't manage to piss him off. 

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Entering a room, Elijah looked to Damon, "Where's Elena." 

"Safe with Stefan. Care to tell us why you're here." Damon asked.

Hazel rolled her eyes and sat on the sofa and watched them. She knew this wouldn't go well, Damon could manage to piss off a saint. She watched them 'talk' and then Elijah must have had enough because he stabbed Damon in the neck with a pencil. Hazel moved to him, checking him over. 

"What the hell" she glared at Elijah. Damon wouldn't die from the wound but still, rude. Making sure all of the wood was out, she returned her glare to Elijah. "What is your problem? Fucking men" she muttered the last part. 

"Who are you? I don't recall you being on the list of Elena's loved ones." Elijah stared at her. 

Hazel rolled her eyes, grabbing a glass from a bar cart, she cut her wrist and let the blood fill it. Handing the glass to Damon, she looks back to Elijah, "I wouldn't be. I'm his" she motioned to Damon.

Elijah looked surprised, "You're with Damon?"

"No, ewe. Why does everyone assume that" Hazel huffs, "He raised me" Damon handed her the glass back so she could clean it. She never left her blood behind.

Elijah watched the two before giving Damon one last threat and leaving. 

Hazel glared, "I'm leaving" he nods but follows her out.

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"Why does your blood make me feel like I'm high?" Damon asked while Alaric poured the two men drinks.

Hazel shrugged, "Might be from my magic. Who knows." She kicks her feet into his lap. 

"I don't think I would trust that dagger and ash. You already pissed Elijah off, don't need to more" Alaric told Damon while Hazel nodded in agreement.

"Probably not smart." Hazel yawned and cuddled in. 

Alaric stood, "I've got to go get Jenna."

"You need to tell her the truth." Hazel sat up and looked to Alaric. "People who are kept ignorant always end up dead."