Devil's Angel ° {K.M}[Rewriting]

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The House Guest
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"Don't wait until it's too late to tell someone how much you love them, how much you care, because when they're gone, no matter how loud you shout and cry, they can't hear you anymore."
—Anonymous
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"Oh my god, I should've stayed outside." Elena had stayed the night at the boarding house and though she was still peeved at him for lying and daggering Elijah, Damon had spent the night with America. It was their usual movies and snacks and the man had been gone when she woke to Elena's message asking her to drive her and Stefan to school. The young woman had fully intended to wait in the car but for some ungodly reason, Damon had forgotten his wallet with her and she went in, ascending the stairs only to stop in her tracks at the four in the hallway. 

Two of them were her sisters of different eras, dressed nearly identically though one looked more pleased than the other. "Do I want to know?" She huffed, pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance. Damon mirrored her look, shooting the two brunettes a wary, unsure glance. "When Elijah got daggered, the compulsion on her broke." The young woman arched an eyebrow at that, a confused frown tugging at her lips. "And you didn't run because. . ?" America glanced between the two before she settled on the brunette in the blue denim jacket.

 "You need me, Eleanora. You all do. We all want the same thing. . . Klaus dead. Yet here you all are, running around like chickens with their heads cut off." She blinked wordlessly at the vampire, wondering if it wasn't obvious that she wanted Klaus dead almost as much as she wanted Elijah or Katherine dead. America may not want her sister sacrificed but just as they sorted out Katherine and had come to a compromise with Elijah before Damon and John interfered, she presumed the same could be attempted with Klaus in a best-case scenario. 

"Uh huh, sure because you had such an easy time with the Easter bunny. You three have fun planning to murder the first immortal because it's just that easy. 'Lena, Stef and I have school." She reached out for who she knew to be the right sister, barely missing a beat at the brunette's doubtful expression. "Elena, we shared a crib. I'm not mistaking you for Katherine, now come." The wariness receded, America nearly forgetting the reason she had ventured inside in the first place until Damon perked up.

"Hey, Raven—" he called, the young woman looking back questioningly before it occurred to her. "Oh! Yeah, you left it last night." She took his wallet from her jacket pocket, holding it up for him to take. Damon's grin was cheeky as he took it from her, America frowning in confusion until she played her words back in her head, groaning in exasperation. "I am not having this conversation again." She whined, recalling a similar night a month or so prior.

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To put it lightly, she was going to throttle her uncle. Whether he meant well or not, he chose the worst time when their life was approaching a climax of disarray. Jenna knowing about the duality of their lives would help as much as it would put her in danger because the woman was practical—too practical to take their truth and adopt it to her views just like that. Not to mention that their aunt was in every way human and few involved in their lives stayed human. America would have preferred to pass the worst of times before pushing the woman towards what would more than likely be a breakdown.