The Little Lockwood

9

EDITED

It's been three weeks since the ritual that bound me to the Crescent Wolf pack and made me their queen.

As queen, I've chosen to live part time in the bayou, and part time with Klaus and his siblings.

I haven't made many rules besides the obvious few; no turning into a wolf in public just in the bayou or surrounding forest, do not kill innocent humans, do not talk about the pack in public places, do not kill any members of the pack or the punishment will be death.

Klaus and I, on the other hand, spend all our time in the bedroom. Sex with the hybrid has become my past time, my own personal escape.

Humming to myself I roll over in Nik's large canopy bed, naked and alone.

He must be off with Marcel and the other vampires in the quarter, I think to myself.

Gathering myself, I get out of the very cozy bed and onto my feet. As I'm so comfortable with myself and my body, I waltz completely naked down the open hallway and around a corner to my room, but I run into someone.

Rebekah looks my nude body up in down with...approval?

"Where are you going looking like that your Highness?" Rebekah snickers the last word as I nudge past her to keep heading to my room.

I don't even look over my shoulder as I respond to her,

"Straight to hell with all the other sinners."

And then I close my door behind me, shutting everything out.

** A few hours later **

Later on when I'm walking down Bourbon street, I feel refreshed. I showered, got ready, did my makeup and dressed completely hot. Black jeans, brown combat boots, a light pink sweater and my purse slung over my shoulder. My hair falling in gentle waves over my collar bones and down my back.

My boots make light thuds as I walk down the street just in search of a small place to eat.

I almost trip over my feet when I see him standing there, my eyes widening, my heart beat starts skipping in anger and fear and...excitement?

A warm familiar feeling starts to bubble low in my chest and I internally smack myself for letting him get to me like this.

He's leaning against a car parked across the street, probably two hundred feet away from me. There's no way he's seen me, or even knows I'm here.

Yet there he is, in all his big brother, bad boy glory with the black leather jacket and all.

Damon Salvatore.

Regaining my confidence which only faltered slightly at the surprise of seeing him, I make my way across the street to walk by him, pretending not to see him but making my presence known.

As I pass him, I listen closely as his breathing skips and I see out of the corner of my eye that he stands up and away from his car as I walk by.

"Debria? Debria?" He calls to me as I keep walking.

I don't turn around, pretending not to hear him.

"Little Lockwood?!" Damon almost shouts the old nickname he had for, causing me to actually come to a halt at the words.

I hear his footsteps getting closer, the musky yet sweet scent that he held envelops me as he stops directly behind me, making me hold my breath as to not become distracted.

I turn around and take my sunglasses off my eyes and place them on my head, I look directly into Damon's striking blue eyes,

"Damon? What the hell are you doing here?" I ask him seriously, doing my best to not let any emotions into my tone.

He narrows his eyes at me,

"Not relevant anymore, why haven't you come home? I know Tyler emailed you a lot, he just said you refused to come back and help with all the shit we had going on, that you had a new life in Alaska. This clearly isn't Alaska."

"I haven't talked to Ty in weeks, I left Alaska. But I got married there," I say bluntly, my tone bored with this conversation. I wanted to make him mad, or hurt, or upset.

I couldn't decide yet, but I wanted him to suffer in some form.

Damon's eyes immediately go to my left hand and find my wedding band sitting on my ring finger, his eyes widen,

"I thought you said you'd never be able to love after me?"

I hadn't removed the wedding band yet. It came in handy when I went out, men don't typically hit on married women.

Scoffing, I roll my eyes at his immaturity,

"Clearly I realized you're not that fucking great. And, well as you can see, I've survived without you."

"You just left Debria, you left us with a giant mess to deal with alone. You went off and got hitched and didn't even care about us. You didn't even talk to me after everything we went through," Damon says angrily, his eyes trying to push my buttons by the way he's staring me down.

Frustration builds inside of me along with rage,

"You have no room to talk about my marriage like that. Silas came for Brandon and I in Alaska a mere few weeks after we got married, and he killed Brandon. In front of me. So I ripped Silas into so many pieces I'm positive there is no way he could come back to life from that. Then I ran, I ran to New Orleans where Klaus told me before I left Mystic Falls that I would find him there. When I arrived, not even twenty four hours later I miscarried the baby that Brandon and I had made. And now I'm queen of the Crescent Wolf pack here in the bayou," I step once towards him, my eyes glowing silver at him as I keep ranting,

"I have been through hell and back. Do not act like I didn't fight for you Damon Salvatore, because I did. Hard. So please, forgive me, now that we are over, I'm exhausted and don't want anything to do with you." I am practically seething by the end of my rant and my hands clutch into fists to keep from throttling him out of existence.

Damon looks at me, completely speechless for a moment.

I take a few quick breaths to calm myself down slightly,

"So get out of New Orleans or find whatever it is that you're here for then fucking leave."

"Little Lockwo-.." He starts to say my nick name, but I cut him off.

"Keys. My last name is Keys now," I tell him sharply, my eyes flash the signature wolf blue now,

"Have a nice life Damon, I'm done being in it."

And with that I simply walk away, leaving him alone on a semi-crowded street, doing my best to try and not give a single fuck about Damon Salvatore.