Should I Love or Stake? (On Hold)

Chapter 18- I'm A Tree?

"Because I'm happy!" I sang along to the sweet song, a smile on my face as I twirled about in the Salvatore parlour. Had the colors of this room always been this bright? Had music always been this sweet?

I giggled to myself and did a leap onto one of the couches, running my fingers through my hair. So soft..

"What are you doing?" Damon sighed as he strode into the room, glancing at me from the corner of his eye as I swayed on the couch. He poured himself a glass of whiskey.

"Dancing," I replied, leaping from the couch and over to where he was standing. I poked his arm. "Care to join me, Mr. Salvatore?"

He tried to look annoyed, but a smile spread over his face. He downed his drink and turned to face me, a remark on his lips when his brow furrowed and he sniffed the air. "What's that smell?" He asked suspiciously.

My eyes widened a bit and I backed against the table by the couch trying to casually hide my items. "Your upper lip?" I asked doubtfully, then broke into a spout of giggles, doubling over in my laughter.

He rolled his eyes and muttered "original" under his breath before pushing me aside and letting his gaze fall upon my items. He groaned.

"Really, Lil?" He asked, exasperated as he held up my gold bong and stash box. "You're high?"

I steepled my fingers. "Perhaps."

He shook his head and set my stuff down. I leaped onto his back, wrapping my arms and legs securely around him. "Wha-" He began, but I shushed him. "Onward!" I said pointing straight in front of us.

"Lil," he groaned, completely exasperated. Feeling cocky, I moved my lips down to his ear, making my voice husky. "Please?"

He visibly swallowed and I smiled at the reaction. Could I make Damon Salvatore feel this way? But immediately I felt guilty at the thought. That's mean to tease him, he saved my life.

And killed your best friend. And is in love with Elena... another part of my mind whispered. I bit my lip, pushing these thoughts into a box and locking it.

Damon sped me around the house, both of us cracking jokes and laughing hysterically. Eventually he catapulted me onto the couch and I landed with my hair ruffled and in my eyes and gave him a mock glare.

He chuckled and sat beside me, putting my legs on his lap. He tapped his fingers on my knee to an imaginary song. I admired him openly as he stared off into space.

"What are you thinking about?" I murmured, tilting my head curiously. He looked over at me, his blue eyes bright and breath-taking.

He studied me for a moment, as if debating whether to confide in me or not, but he must have found something trustworthy in my eyes because he looked down at his tapping fingers and said, "1864."

I rose my eyebrows. The year he was turned? The year of...*mentally vomits* Katherine? My curiosity turned to understanding. Of course. With this whole Katherine thing going on, how could he not think of that time?

I pressed my legs against him warmly. "What were you like as a human?"

A small smile played over his lips as he lost himself in the memories. "I suppose the same as I am today. Except much more innocent and, well, nice."

I laughed. "An innocent Damon. Now that's something I'd sure like to see," I said, smiling at him. He laughed to, but then abruptly cut off as we both heard a noise.

We were both standing in a flash, Damon slightly in front in a protective way that made my heart warm. The sound of a door closing came next and I narrowed my eyes.