Gabriella Gilbert || Vampire Diaries

Chapter Thirteen

    Since the events at the dance, Elena's been staying close to Stefan. I don't blame her. He can protect her. If he and Damon weren't with us at the dance, we'd be dead.

    So when Damon invited me over to his place, I didn't object. I'll take every moment of safety I can get, even if it's with Damon.

    "Alright," I sigh as I enter the house, "what's happening?" Damon comes out of literally nowhere, almost scaring the crap out of me. He quickly places his hand over my mouth before placing a finger on his lips.

    Shhh.

    I roll my eyes as he removes his hand but nod my head anyway. 'Lead the way' I mouth. He smirks before leading me upstairs.

    We enter a room in vaguely familiar with, greeted by a sleeping Stefan and Elena. I raise an eyebrow at the scene because they clearly aren't clothed under the covers.

    Damon sits at the edge of the bed, smirking at me before yelling, "Rise and shine sleepy heads!" They bolt up and cover themselves with the blanket. I cover my mouth, about to die of laughter.

    "Damon!" Elena exclaims, "Please!"

    "Oh please stop being so smutty." Damon dismisses with a wave.

    "Seriously," Stefan snaps, "get out of here!"

    "Gabby?!" Elena suddenly calls out, causing me to give an awkward wave. "What are you doing here?" Her cheeks flush a dark a red.

    "Trust me," I begin, "If I knew I would see this, I wouldn't be in here." They both start to sit up, forcing me to cover my eyes to hide from their vulgarities.

    "If I see something I haven't seen before, I'll throw a dollar at it," Damon sighs. I imagine him rolling his eyes. "Now, we have some very important business to discuss. "

    "It has to be right now?" Elena demands. I can hear her getting dressed.

    "Oh, we have lots to do: now that we're all friends working towards a common goal." He smirks. I hear him rise from the bed. "So, in order to open the tomb. We need to find the journal to get the Grimoire and undo the spell. First things first since you are Elena Gilbert. You are on journal duty."

    "Since when am I helping?" Elena sighs.

    "Well Stefan's helping and since you've taken up residence in his bed...ergo..." Damon replies. I try not to laugh.

    "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do," I hear Stefan reassure Elena.

    "I'll look for it today." She gives in with a sigh. I hear them both lie back down, making me peak through my fingers. I lower my hand once I realize they're dressed.

    "How do we know the location of the Grimoire is in this journal?" Stefan argues, "We listened to a random vampire. We could just be dimwits."

    "We don't have any other options," Damon argues back.

    "What is a Grimoire anyway?" I chime.

    "It's a witch's cook book," Damon replies. Stefan looks at me, but I look away. The thought of me almost walking in on them is nauseating.

    "It's every spell a witch can cast," Stefan still clarifies.

    "Yeah. A cook book." Damon states in a 'duh' tone.