Devil's Angel ° {K.M}[Rewriting]

{013}

Daddy Issues

"Today's little moments become tomorrow's precious moments."

An ongoing ringtone roused her from her slumber, America groaning as she rolled away from the noise only to hit a solid body. "You plan on getting that?" She opened an eye to squint at Damon as he raised his head from his pillow with a grimace. She made a disagreeing noise as her headache registered, grunting as the light peeking in through the window worsened the pounding in her head. "Who's it?" She slurred, grimacing at the stale taste of alcohol on her tongue.

Damon made his displeasure known as he pushed himself up, reaching over her to grab a hold of the device. "Sure you want me to answer this? Cause at. . . 7am. . . it's gonna sound pretty suggestive." America opened her eyes, frowning up at the man as he dangled the device above her. "Huh?" The man gave her a deadpanned, tired look. "It's Tyler. Now shut it up, I'm going back to sleep." The young woman huffed, sitting up with a groan as she answered the call. "Ty?" Sliding out of bed, America nearly stumbled when the boy spoke. "What happened to Mason?"

She straightened up, whipping around to face Damon with wide eyes. The man himself had rolled over to meet her gaze, bewildered as he overheard. "What?" She echoed both of their questioning thoughts, running a hand down her face in her frustration. "He's dead, and I want you to tell me what happened." America wished he had called and asked why she snuck out of his bed in the early morning. Why she had decided they were done. Why anything else rather than the one thing she couldn't and didn't want to answer.

"Tyler, I. . . I don't—" She cut herself off as she made her way into the bathroom, turning on the pipe to wash the taste of old alcohol from her mouth—and her face as there were dried tear tracks and her eyes were red and swollen. "Then let me tell you: Stefan and his brother Damon killed him, because Stefan and Damon are vampires, like Caroline." She spat out a mouthful of water, shutting the water off before she braced her hand on the counter with a scowl. "Ty, who told you that?" 

America dried her face before she made her way out of the bathroom and to the door, noting absently that Damon had gotten up, the door ajar. "Not my own girlfriend, that's for sure." She sighed through her nose, pressing her lips in a thin line as she slipped through the gap in the door. "Tyler—" A frustrated noise left her lips as the boy hung up on her, the young woman running into Damon's back. "Ugh, great. What," she frowned up at Damon who still wasn't facing her, "are you—" America stepped around him and wished she hadn't. 

Elena stood in the middle of the hallway, mouth agape as her eyes flitted between her and Damon. Stefan appeared beside her, a contemplative look on his face as he glanced between the pair. "Yeah," The brother beside her shot her a smirk as he backtracked into his room, "I think you got this one." 

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"America—" She groaned, her hand pausing on the handle of her car. "Whatever it is, I did not do it." She turned to face Caroline who had stopped in her tracks, regarding her with a look of confusion. "What?" America barely opened her mouth to correct herself when the blonde's expression changed, "So you're not avoiding me?" She pursed her lips then, a bit of guilt bleeding into her eyes as she averted her gaze. "Okay, well, that might actually be one thing I'm doing."