Craving~ a vampire diaries fanfic

Part 8

Adeline sighed as she stood in her room. Running a shakey hand through her long blonde locks. Claras journal still playing heavy on her mind. Clara had to be mistaken. She didn't know how Damon and Stefan were alive 150 years later but they were so theres no way they died in 1864. She moved to her closet to pull out a sweater. It was cold tonight and she wasn't about to freeze her ass off.

"I'd go with the white," Adeline jumped at the sound of Damon's voice behind her. She didn't turn around but she could tell how close he was. "You'll look so delicious in white."

He tugged on a strand of her hair as she grabbed the white sweater off of the rack. "So are you gonna tell me why you're in my bedroom? Or how you got in?"

"I walked in." He seemed to chuckle to himself but Adeline ignored it, Finally turning to him. She tossed the sweater on the bed next to the rest of her clothes. Damon followed the sweater throwing himself on the bed by her clothes. He held up the bra she had laid out with a smirk. She ripped it from his grasp.

"What do you want?" She went to close the door that Damon left open.

"Stefan told me about your little journal. I wanted to know if you found something out yet. It's getting so boring without you knowing."

She stepped closer to him, her hips meeting the edge of the bed as she looked down at him. "Then why won't you tell me?"

Damon chuckled. "You're lucky I'm even letting you keep that little journal of Clara's." Damon sat up against the head board continuing to mess with Adeline's tank top as he talked. "Stefan was on my last nerve for letting you continue to read it but then I realized how much fun you would be when you find out."

"I thought you said it was dangerous. That I was treading on some very thin ice." She leaned forward placing her hands on the bed in an attempt to get closer to Damon. He leaned slightly forward his face contorting into a look of familiarity.

"You seem to not realize that I don't care."

"I don't care."

"I don't care."

The room around Adeline shifted into a bedroom that was plain. A bed with White bedsheets with wood details. A handcrafted vanity in the corner. An armoire in the other corner. In the middle of the bed lay Damon with plain clothes, a t-shirt with suspenders. His regular attire when he was with Clara.

"Well I do." Damon rolled over closer the Clara as she sat down on the bed.

"Let's just not talk about her." Damon sighed as he laid his head near Clara's hip. His arm snaking around the hem of her skirt. " I'm here to spend time with you."

He sat up looking at her face as she sighed. His hand placed on the bed on the opposite side of her. She looked deep into his eyes before looking away again. Swallowing deeply. She wanted to say so many things to Damon but instead she swallowed them all. Instead opting to lay back. She stared up at him as he looked down at her. He held an unreadable expression. He looked like he wanted to say something but instead layed down next to her on the bed.

Adeline sucked in a deep breath as the room shifted back into her bedroom. She stared at Damon as her nose started to tickle. She caught the first drop as it fell into her hand. She stared at her drop of blood on her hand. Blood started to pour down her chin before she could plug her nose. She quickly grabbed a tissue from her bedside table but it wasn't before the front of her was covered in streaks of blood. She looked down at Damon who was staring at the blood that had dripped onto her chest. Not a muscle moved as he watched her holding her nose shut. The blood smearing all over her as she attempted to clean it up and plug her nose at the same time. She let out a heavy sigh.