Loving a Mikaelson

Chapter 3: Damn Dreams

Lacey's POV

Chapter 3: Damn Dreams

I gasp, and sit straight up in bed.

It was a dream... A dream. Only a dream... 

I didn't even know I was crying until a tear drops onto my hand. I run my hands through my hair. I'm almost surprised I wasn't sceaming out loud, but greatful all the same. I don't want to wake up anybody. Night number one with Stefan and Damon is going just wonderfully so far - note the sarcasm.

What's wrong with me? I've never had these dreams before. Why can't I just be a normal girl, with like sexual fantasies or something? Why do I have to have terrifying nightmares that leave me afraid to go back to bed?

I hear a rustling in the bushes outside. I stand up, glancing out my window. No one is there. 

"Great." I murmur. "Just great. I'm going mentally insane."

Lacey's POV

When I wake back up, it's morning. No more nightmares. At least for tonight. I quickly hop into the shower, the warm water easing away anything I'd previously stressed over. When I'm done, I shut off the water and wrap myself in a fuzzy white towel. 

It's then I realize I don't have any clothes to change into.

"DAMON!" I yell.

"WHAT?!" He calls back, his tone somewhat aggravated. "I don't have any clothes." He groans loudly. "Just hold on a minute." In just a few moments, the bathroom door creaks open just enough for his hand to get through, holding a t-shirt and jeans. 

"Is that your clothes?"

"Do you have a better idea? Stefan can drive to your old house later and get stuff, but this will have to work for now. We don't exactly have an extra bra. Sorry." He says, sarcastic evident in his tone.

"Thanks." I retort.

 I get dressed, then head to the living room. I hear voices around the corner. From instinct, I hide behind a corner and listen.

"But what if it doesn't work?!" That sounds like Damon.

"Well of course there no guarantee..." That voice... I know that voice. I sneak a glance and I nearly gasp, my jaw drops.

Can it really be him? I never thought I'd know that face. I never thought I'd see him.

"Elijah?"

They look up, his eyes meet my own. The world seems to freeze, time stands still. A smile forms on his lips.

"Lacey?"

 "You two know each other, then?" Damon asks, suspiciously. I nod, tearing my eyes away from him.

"My favorite teacher. That is, until you disappeared."

"You haven't changed a bit." He chuckles. "Let's just say I'm not the type to get any older."

"You're kidding."

"I am not."

"Is everyone a vampire these days? Looks like I'm missing out." I smirk, taking a seat in a nearby chair. "Now that you two have caught up, can we get back to this 'so-called' elixir?" Damon ask,  sounded annoyed (as usual). "Nice clothes by the way, Lacey."

I scoff. They begin taking about something called a doppelganger and a sacrifice. "Does someone want to tell me what the hell you're talking about?"

Damon sighs, explaining how Elena is going to die at the hands of Elijah's brother. I can tell by the expressions on Stefan and Damon's faces that they both care about that girl. I suddenly feel bad for both them and her. Maybe that''s why Damon's such an ass. But that still doesn't mean anything since Stefan's practically an angel from heaven. In the end Elena will have to choose one of them. It will tear them apart.