Xenia Pierce of 1850 (Vampire Diaries)

Chapter 3

"Hey, Xenia?"

I walked towards my door, toothbrush still in mouth. My hair was a complete mess, and I still wore my nightgown. No doubt my skin was pale and translucent, since I hadn't had any blood in ages.

"Hey, Damon," I managed to say past the toothbrush and foam.

He lay against the door frame, all made up in a buttoned up silk shirt and jeans. His black hair was tousled from sleeping on the couch. He stood up. "Should I come back later?" He thumbed behind him. "Since you're uh, all--"

Still working around the toothbrush, I said, "No, no it's okay. Just--" I almost gagged on toothpaste--" wait here."

I hurried back to the restroom and finished brushing my teeth, rinsed, and wiped my mouth. I felt much better. Then I made my way towards Damon.

He quickly began, "I just wanted to uh, thank you, for--"

I held up my hand. "It's fine."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, why not? Shoot."

"What were you doing up so late?"

I ran a hand through my hair. "Um, I couldn't sleep. I felt like... like something was wrong. Like, off."

He crossed his arms over his chest. "Does it have anything to do with the fact that I was drunk downstairs and acting outrageously inappropriate?"

"No comment."

I tossed my hair behind my shoulder and plopped myself down at my jewelry table. Picking up my silver hairbrush, I began brushing my black, long hair. Obviously not getting the signal that I wanted him to leave, Damon walked into my room and watched me for a second. "You kept that?"

"What, this?" I held up the hairbrush.

He narrowed his eyes and stepped forward, taking it out of my hands. "Yeah... didn't your parents give you that? As a gift?"

I snorted, watching him inspect it. "After my sister used it like, five times and decided that she didn't want it anymore."

"Katherine?"

"Yeah. Her."

"You don't seem to like her," Damon noted, still looking at the hairbrush.

"You know why." I shrugged.

All of a sudden, Damon shrugged as well and ran the brush through his own hair.

I gawked. "Ew, Damon, gross!"

He smirked, then offered the brush back to me. "It's all yours, Xen."

"You set me up!"

"What? No!" He protested, baffled at my reaction.

I glared at him. "You know I don't like sharing my brushes with other people."

"Yet Katherine used this same one," Damon objected.

I gave a little huff and wrinkled my nose at the brush he was offering back to me. "You know what, keep it."

Damon rolled his eyes and tossed it onto my table. He gave me a devilish smile. "Cute dress."

I groaned. "Just get out of my room, Damon."

He strolled out with a straight face, but I could hear his laughter from downstairs.

And even though I was disgusted, I gave a quiet giggle as well, since it reminded me... well, it reminded me of back in 1850. When we were together. That's why.