Devil's Angel ° {K.M}[Rewriting]

{002}

A/N: I'm going to brief the episodes from here to Masquerade and continue from Rose as not much is important from here on out until those episodes.

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Friday Night Bites
"Learn to love yourself first, instead of loving the idea of other people loving you."

Elena had patched things up with Stefan the night after the comet and though apprehensive at first—much to her sister's surprise—America had been supportive. Caroline too, in her own way, but what had surprised the girls was Bonnie's reluctance. Coaxed by Elena, the onyx-haired girl subtly asked the brunette about it during cheer practice and America wasn't sure if it was her overall interest in the comet and its effects or her genuine attentiveness when Bonnie recounted what her Grams often had to tell her but she had been pretty forthcoming with the truth that something about Stefan was dark.

It was dark and mysterious, hints of blood and gore and it honestly freaked her out because she'd never felt anything like it—or had such a vivid vision. When America relayed this to her sister, simplifying it to Bonnie's apprehension much the same as hers, Elena had the brilliant idea to invite both Stefan and Bonnie to dinner so they could get to know each other better and so the Bennett could see in Stefan what Elena saw in him. Naturally, America got roped in too under the guise of, "It'll be fun, and I know you've already kind of spoken to him but this can be you two becoming proper friends."

The onyx-haired girl had arched an eyebrow at that as she watched the brunette mill about her room looking for an outfit to wear. "Yeah, totally not so I can be a buffer between the awkwardness bound to happen." Elena had given her an innocent smile as she held up two different blouses in a silent inquiry. "What, can't I want my sister and boyfriend to get along?" America didn't grace her with an obvious answer but did sport a small smile as she pointed to the proper top. 

The dinner ended up going well and she did, absolutely, end up being the buffer against awkward silence but as it solidified a proper friendship between her and Stefan, it was confusing suspecting what she did. He wasn't anything vicious or murderous, dark or sinister and capable of spilling blood and gore. In a way, it made it all the worse. When Damon and Caroline showed up—uninvited but welcomed nonetheless—America could better see the tension between the two and she knew Elena noticed it too though Caroline opted to ignore it. That and the fact that Damon was far too old for her.

The onyx-haired girl would rip into the blonde later for what she'd previously been told was a passing attraction. None of it was passing when Caroline was sixteen going on seventeen and Damon was physically in his early twenties, and could possibly be mentally over a hundred and fifty years old. The semantics gave her an unforgiving headache, and America practically jumped up to do the dishes much to her sister's suspicion. It was where she was now, nearing the end of the night, relieved to get away from the crowd and all the secrets.