The Other Lockwood (On Hold)

HOT DAMN MAN

I opened my eyes, then closed them again, deciding that I didn't need my eyes, feeling the effects of the alcohol I consumed the night before. I'm going to need some milk. I like milk.

I tried moving but was held back by an arm. Opening my eyes once again I looked at my stomach. And there was an arm. I look to my right to find none other than Niklaus staring right at me with a smirk on his face.

"Did we...? Oh my god.. we did, didn't we!?" I took some breaths, I'm not a one night stand kind of person! Wait... I'm still fully clothed. Klaus's next words confirmed my ending conclusion.

"No Sweetheart, we did not sleep together. You were far too intoxicated for it to be anything but sloppy." He smirked.

"Ah!" I hit him on the chest, struggling to get out of his grasp. "Let. Me. Go." I said in between hits to his chest, Klaus just brought me closer to his body. Man, where's Damon when you need him?

"Damon! Help me! There is a psychopath in my bed!" I knew he could hear me because I heard him downstairs.

"You know Love if you really wanted to get out of my embrace you could've done it by now." Klaus smirked.

So what if I might've wanted to stay in his embrace. Damn hormones.

So with that comment, I got myself out of Klaus' arms hearing him chuckle behind me.

"It's not all that funny Klaus," I muttered before sauntering into the bathroom to take a shower, wait... this isn't even my house... aw, to hell with it. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom closet and got into the tepid water.

I washed up then got out, my hair smelling like a man because that's the only shampoo they had. I wrap the towel around my body, hoping Klaus is now gone as I pad over to Damon's room.

"Damon?" I ask. He walks out of his bathroom with a towel hanging loosely around his waist, droplets of water cascading his body.

"Yes?" He smirked as he notices me being caught off guard. I shake it off and ask him the question.

"So, I know we aren't all that close and all, but would you do me a solid and possibly let me borrow some clothes for the time being?" I rambled on.

"And what if I want you to walk around in your towel?" He smirked.

"Psh, I will if you will." I challenged.

"Okay." he walked out of his room his towel still around his waist.

I watched his bare back as he walked on down the hall and took a turn for the stairs.

"I was kidding Damon." I said loud enough for him to hear me.

"I wasn't" He replied. I trotted down after him, refusing to let him win.

"Damon, do you know if Klaus has left yet? He's a bit of an asshole." As the words leave my lips I start to think of the feelings he was giving me roughly an hour earlier.

"Now you understand it." Damon said arriving in the kitchen, "but he's gone."

I pursued after him into the living room and stopped once again due to the look of his bare chest. "Holy..." I muttered.

"Like what you see?" He smirked after winking at me. I never realized how attractive he is. I mean, damn. Like holy fish sticks, sizzle my nizzle Damon.

"Nah, you're just really pale." I smirked.

"Ha, right. You got a little drool on your chin there Andy."

I checked my chin on reflex and he laughed. "Asshole." I responded with a smile upon my face.

Damon walked where I assumed he kept his alcohol and got out a glass. "It's a bit early to start drinking, isn't it Damon?"

"It's never too early for a drink." He looked back.

"Well if you're getting one, might as well get me one while you're at it." He gave me a look. "Please?" I added.

"Fine. But this is the only time." He huffed and got me a glass as well.

"Thank you Damonnnn." I grinned.

"Don't mention it, but seriously, don't mention it, I don't want any of your friends coming in here and stealing my stuff." He said while handing me the glass full of a light brown liquid.

I looked down at myself and once again realized that I am still walking around in my towel. Well, at least I'm getting some alcohol in my system now.

I took a big gulp of the drink and was taken back to a distant memory.

*July 17th*

"Oh God." I stumble across the street. It takes a whole lot to get a werewolf drunk and I about drank out the whole bar. I'm only seventeen but hey, the server was a dude and I have an extremely hot bod.

But back onto topic which is drastically difficult in my current state. Today marks a month since I killed my best friend, hence the drinking. And tonight is my first full moon, hence the drinking once again.

I totter to where I am supposed to meet John before the change. John found me after I killed her and he's offered to help me out. He didn't freak which I assume because he's a supernatural creature himself. I found him quite comforting.

"Are you seriously drinking again Love?" John asked.

"It's aye okay John, just lock me up so I can be with myself." I walk up to the giant steel door, John following.

"Why would I leave you alone? So you can swim around in the fact that you killed Layla?!"

"Don't go there, John." If looks could kill, he'd be six feet under.

"It has been a month Alexandrina!" John yelled. "You have got to stop blaming yourself! I have been with you since that night and you have been doing nothing but drink and talk about how hard it was for you!"

"It was! And I have my curse to prove it! If I hadn't been drinking that night I wouldn't have wrecked the car!" I bellowed back, tears running down my face.

"That's what I'm talking about! It was her decision to get into the car with you sweetheart. I've been with you the whole way since that night, and I know you cared for her, but she is gone and there is no way she can come back." He ended with a soft voice, noticing my tears. "Come here." He walked over to me and took me in his embrace.

"John, what would I do without you?" I said into his chest, while his chin was resting upon my head.

"I don't know sweetheart, but you probably would have gotten alcohol poisoning for all we know." I knew that if I looked up, he would be smirking.

"I love you, John." I smiled at my boyfriend.

"I love you too." he replied. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that he is my boyfriend. See? Drunkenness. It just isn't good for concentration.

I pulled back from him suddenly, and screamed, the shift making me lose all focus.

*Present Day*

"Andy!"

"Hm?" I look at Damon with an innocent smile on my face.

"You look too concentrated, it is too early and I am way too hungover to concentrate, so you should be a hundred times worse." Damon looked at me.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about, never mind. Let us get intoxicated, I am way too sober for this talk right now." He laughed and tossed me some clothes, I noticed he got some pants on as well, his chest still bare. "When did you..?"

"When you were in the middle of drooling over how attractive I am."

"Oh! I must've been really out of it if I was drooling over that!" I walk into the bathroom and put the clothes on, Damon's boxers and one of his black tee shirts, oh whatever. I Put them on then rushed back to meet Damon and finish off my glass. "Let's get this party started." I Smile.