What Lies Beneath | Damon Salvatore

Confusion.

I slowly open my eyes feeling the warm sun hit my face, I sigh stretching my arms as I felt my hand touching the covers of Damon side of the bed not feeling his body. I sat up slowly holding onto the blanket that is wrapped around my naked body, "Damon?" I shout softly in my small New York apartment.

Damon shows up holding two glasses of blood that I figured he took from the refrigerator, "Morning." He says and then hands me the glass.

I smile and grab the glass taking a sip of the blood, I furrow my eyebrows and shake my head "Don't drink it, it's expired." I choke out shaking my head slightly.

Damon squints eyes and nodded, then he leans in pecking my lips softly. "I guess I need a taste of you." He says smirking putting both our drinks on the nightstand, then slowly crawls on top of me.

I hum softly wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. I tilt my head to the side as Damon starts to trail his soft lips down to my neck my sweet spots that he always finds quickly. "Damon." I sigh out softly as his soft lips against my neck drove me crazy. I grip onto him and turn him over as I am now on top of him.

"Well isn't it Damon Salvatore." I hear a familiar voice from across the room.

I look up quickly climbing off of Damon and holding the blanket against me, "Seriously dad, don't you ever leave me alone?" I snap shaking my head, my dad will always show up at the wrong time just to ruin my happiness. I have told him millions of time that I am fine and if I am really in trouble I will call him. I would like to have space...

Damon sits up and sighs looking at my dad, "Wow Mr. DeLisi I haven't seen you since-"

"Please we are in 2016, call me Xander." My dad says crossing his arm keeping his eyes on him.

Damon nodded, he hasn't seen my dad either since 1864 so calling him by his last name wasn't new to him, but now since it's not 152 years ago calling him Xander was definitely something new. Damon gets up from the bed as he is still in his boxers, he grab his clothes making his way to the bathroom.

I clench my jaw giving my dad a death glare, "Like I said, I can handle things myself."

My dad looks around and then walks over to the sink turning on the water, then he quickly walks over to me and sitting next to me on the bed. "Have you been having odd dreams?" He said softly.

I raise an eyebrow, "Well their is this dream where I am in the 16th century, and it's weird because I know what time period I'm in and-"

"That's all I need to know Flo." He said quickly and gets up going back to the kitchen turning off the water. I don't know why he did that in the first place, because if he didn't want Damon to know then something was up.

"Wait dad does it mean something or-"

Then all off a sudden my dad vanishes away from my apartment. I sigh, looking around biting onto my lower lip. I needed to know why he was asking. Was it that important?