I Know The End | D. Salvatore

Are we out of the woods yet?

The weather was comfortably warm with barely a cloud in the sky, which was lucky for the picnic that was happening at theMystic falls historical society volunteers day.

I dusted my hands off and stood up from my crouched position on the ground after doing some fence painting. As I was walking over to the refreshment stand, my eyes landed on Damon. I started walking over, noticing that he was standing with Mason Lockwood. The last thing we need is a fight in front of the entire town.

"Hey, Mason." I greeted the werewolf with a kind smile as I swooped in next to Damon and linked my arm through his.

"Althea, how are you?" Mason asked, his tense expression lightening into a smile at my presence.

"I'm good, and you?" I asked politely

"I am doing great." Mason reached forward and placed his hand on my shoulder in what was supposed to be a friendly gesture.

I felt Damon tense up beside me, his muscles straining under my hand that was on his arm. It dawned on me what Mason was doing, he was trying to anger Damon. He wanted to get under his skin after Damon stabbed him with Aunt Jenna's silver knife. Oh, god. I'm Bella Swan. This is not going to end well.

"I should get back to work, it was nice seeing you again. You have a good day, Damon." Mason said, giving me a light squeeze before he dropped his hand and walked off.

"That son of a bitch." Damon's voice was low, and it almost sounded like a growl slipped from him.

"Damon, don't let him get to you, okay?" I said quietly, trying to placate him before he ripped his head off. "He was doing that on purpose to rile you up. It didn't mean anything."

Damon didn't reply, but his muscles were still tense and his jaw was clenched so tightly I was surprised his teeth weren't cracking from the pressure. His blue eyes were lit with rage as he stared after Mason Lockwood.

"Please tell me that you were just bonding." Stefan suddenly asked, coming up to stand on the other side of Damon.

"So, what's up with this, um, faux drama in your relationship." Damon asked, trying to steer the conversation away from Mason to try and dampen his anger.

Oh, the faux drama. Elena had come to me last night...after Damon had left, to tell me about how she and Stefan were having to pretend to be separated and in the middle of a spat because of Katherine. She somehow had Caroline spying on her behalf, and she made it very clear that she would kill everyone in order to get what she wanted. Which was Stefan.

"What are you talking about?" Stefan asked, pretending to be oblivious in case Caroline was listening.

"Oh, come on, Stefan. You and Elena don't fight. Especially not over me." Damon said. I raised my brow, wondering what fight they had decided to have to throw off Katherine.

"Drop it, Damon." Stefan stated firmly

"With pleasure." Damon shrugged and turned to the booth behind us that was filled with plastic cups of lemonade.

"Would you like some lemonade?" The young girl behind the stall asked with a smile on her face.

"Thank you, sweetie." Damon said kindly as he reached forward and took the cup from her.

He tilted the cup up to his lips, and took a mouthful of the liquid. He held it in his mouth for a moment before he suddenly choked and spat it out. Damon gasped and keeled over, evidently in pain. Stefan and I quickly grabbed his arms and helped him over to a picnic bench.

"Vervain. Vervain." Damon managed to choke out as he gasped through the pain. I watched him worriedly, uncertain as to how I could help as he gasped and choked on the burning pain of vervain layering his esophagus.