ten // pentagon

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Oh, why hello my lovely readers, didn't see you there.

Don't you hate it when people do that, because you know for a fact they saw you? I sure as hell do.

Anyway! I've got a serious question for you all!

I've been writing a few chapters a head and I was thinking, well, sex has to be on the table at some point. So my question is, do you guys want that? Do you want a real sex scene? Or would you prefer a make out scene and then I be totally cliché and say something like, 'I think you know what comes next...'

Please comment or message or write on my wall, whatever you like.

I have a long chapter for you and I hope you enjoyyyyy :);)

Love you alllll
xx Charliiiiiiii

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Faith's POV

"What do you want Damon? Have you come to tell me off for making your poor Elena upset?" I ask, laughing bitterly. Normally I wouldn't be rude but I'm over being stuck here and want out.

"I do that enough on my own, I don't need you" he replies, sitting down in the seat Elena once sat in.

"Uh oh, what did you do now? Because from what I gather, you have a reputation" I smile.

"Oh, you know, slept with your boyfriend's sister" My mouth dropped. "Just another day."

"You slept with Rebekah?!" I ask, coughing harshly after the words leave my mouth.

"Not my greatest idea but hey, what can you do?"

I shake my head at his behaviour. He doesn't seem like the type to think before acting.

"Wait, I thought Elena was with Stefan" I say. "Why does she care what you do?"

Of course I know that she's in love with them both but he doesn't obviously, otherwise he wouldn't have done what he did. I'm just surprised he hasn't figured it out yet.

"Because she's Elena, she cares about everything. Oh and Rebekah tried to kill her" he brushes off the information as my mouth drops, again. "But it's okay because Elena stabbed her in the back. Literally."

"What?! Is Rebekah okay?" I ask frantically. He simply laughs. "You saw her last night, she's perfectly fine, just has some revenge issues."

I sigh in relief. I almost forgot she couldn't die.

"So why are you here Damon? I know it wasn't to have another one of our special talks."

He sighs, before smirking sadly. If that's possible. "I've kind of pissed off everyone and honestly I need a drinking buddy."

I smile. I might be taken captive but I genually think Damon likes me. I'm glad, even if I somewhat hate him but like him at the same time.

"Then where's the drink?" I ask. He raises a finger, telling me to wait a second while he gets up and leaves the room.

He comes back with two glasses and a bottle of ... I can't read the bottle.

He puts them on the ground, and surprisingly, he breaks the chains holding down my right arm. I stretch my wrist and grin brightly when he places a glass in my hand and pours a bit of alcohol in it.

"What are we drinking?" I ask.

"Bourbon. It's kind of my drink."

I nod in understanding. I've never drank it or heard of it for that matter but hey, I'm willing to try.

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