[ 1 ] virtuous » klaus mikaelson

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My fingers twist the doorknob that opens to the Salvatore boarding house, stepping in the overly large home. To my surprise, Rebekah stands there in her dress from last night with a pair of heels in her hand.

"Good morning, Maya." she smiles at me and my lips form into a straight line. Damon comes to view rather quickly with a buttoned up shirt, except they weren't buttoned and his toned chest reveals itself underneath.

"Hi..." I mutter, shocked by the sight in front of me. The room goes silent for a minute or two, my eyes switching back and forth between the two of them.

"Well, I'd love to stay and chit chat but truthfully, I don't want to." Rebekah states bluntly and opens the front door. She shoots me a wink and waves to the two of us goodbye before shutting the door on her way out.

"What was that?" I turn back around and fold my arms to the blue eyes that bore into mine. "Why? Jealous?" he smirks.

I roll my eyes, growing impatient. "Please button up your shirt." I remind him, pointing to his revealing chest.

"Can't! My hands are full. Do it for me." he states with a smirk still lingering on his lips, raising his hands that are occupied with a bottle of bourbon and an empty glass.

A huge sigh escapes my lips as I come forward and do as he requests. I start buttoning his shirt, one by one as he stares at me from above.

"Why are you drinking this early in the morning?" I question, moving to the middle of his shirt.

"Sometimes you sleep with a person when in reality you wish it was someone else." he states, pouring his drink in his glass before taking a sip.

I finish his last button and pat his chest, looking up at him. "You mean Elena..." I trail on, stepping backwards.

Damon looks at me for a moment with pursed lips and sighs, "Yeah, sure."

He sets his drink down and looks at me, "How was date night with Klaus? Has he puckered his lips for you yet?" he grins at his own joke.

I glare at him, "He, uh, confessed his feelings for me so at least we know it's true. Oh, and he drew a picture of me." This morning I found his newly sketched art in my mailbox and I had an urge to toss it in the trash, but I decided not to.

I look at his facial expression changes from humorous to something unreadable in seconds. He clenches his jaw, "He draws? Since when?"

"If I lived a thousand years, I'd probably figure out how to draw too." I shrug and he nods, grabbing his drink and taking another sip. "Touché."

The door opens and shuts loudly and I turn around to see my sister strutting in with a stern look on her face. "What the hell was Rebekah doing outside?"

"I went over this with him already, Elena. He's just in a mood." I answer for her and she gives me a look before staring back at the oldest Salvatore.

"Did you stop taking your vervain?" Elena crosses her arms and Damon gives her a bewildered look, "You think Rebekah had to compel me?"

"What's wrong with you? She tried to kill me less than forty eight hours ago." she states.

"Can we just move pass that, Elena?" Damon rolls his eyes. "So is that how it's going to be now? I hurt your feelings and this is how you lash out at me?" Elena frowns.

"Well, maybe, for once, something I did had nothing to do with you." Damon states and holds up his glass of bourbon.

"Then who else would it be about?" Elena crosses her arms. Damon's eyes linger on mine for awhile, but doesn't respond to her. I furrow my eyebrows, but don't question it.