Living my Dream (a Vampire Diaries fan-fiction)

Paradise lost

Written 2012 by VeGirl

I didn't reach the room. Just outside the room I got slammed into the wall by a pissed Katherine who was wondering what I was up to. "Are you moving in on Elijah as well now?"

"What?! Of course not; why would I?" It was a little hard to talk with her arm across my throat.

"Get off her!" Damon pushed her off me. "What the hell is going on?"

"You better put a tighter leach on her; she's moving on to the next one now!" she spat out and Damon looked surprised.

"Come on; I am not you, Katherine!" I was irate due to her accusation and marched out of there, leaving Damon to deal with his crazy ex. There was a bottle of burboun on the chest of drawers and I poured myself a glass and took a big gulp of the gold liquid that I really didn't like.

"What, are you two fighting over me now?" Damon entered the room with a smirk on his face.

I glared at him. "Actually, she thought I was moving in on Elijah," I snarled.

His smirk disappeared fast and changed into a glare instead. He pressed his lips together, turned and stormed off.

I growled. After walking round in the room for a few minutes, Elena came in. "Are you okay?"

"No!" I grunted. "I'm not okay." The worst thing was that I started to be sad instead of angry; I was not going to let that happen. I tore out my bag from the closet, threw it on the bed and started to shove my things in it, the little things I had unpacked these days. "I'm getting out of here!"

"Damon, get up here," Elena called.

I turned, sighed and glared at her; tell tale!
She left the room and I realised she had met him just outside the door. I heard there conversation "You don't have to be rude!" Elena snapped.

"Trust me; it's in the best interest of women everywhere," he snarled and stomped into the room. "What are you doing?"

"I'm getting out of here! It's obviously the best I can do." I kept going back and forth across the room to collect my things and take a gulp of the disgusting burboun.

Damon was just standing there with his lips pressed together and with a cold look in his eyes.

"Be useful, call a cab will you," I ordered.

"I will not!"

I knew this was getting out of hand, turning a little row into a fight, but I wasn't really in control anymore. I had to get out of here. "Thanks, I'll walk then!" I gulped the last of the foul liquid, grabbed my bag and walked right by him.

I didn't get far.

"If you wanna go, get out then!" He threw me over his shoulder and marched through the house and out the door.

Despite my anger, I was surprised that no one had come to see what was going on; they must have heard. I dropped my bag just outside the door but he kept his grip on me, carried me to his car and plopped me inside it. While he went to get my bag, I slammed the door opened and stomped out again. He threw my bag in the backseat and was of course standing in front of me before I had a chance to storm out to the road. "Did you think you could out-run me?" He spat out the words then lifted me over his shoulder and carried me once again over to the car and dropped me in the front seat.

By the time I grabbed the door handle he already sat in his seat and had the engine running. He sped out of the driveway and I had to hold myself not to fall into his lap when he took the corner.