Should I Love or Stake? (On Hold)

Chapter 13- A Ticklish Girl Mistaken for a Vampire

I walked through the front door of the boarding house.

"Honey, I'm home!" I called, walking into the parlour and going over to the liquor cabinet.

Right before I reached the cabinet, Damon appeared in front of me.

I smacked into his chest and stumbled back.

Once again, his chest is like bricks.

"Jesus, Damon!"

I was expecting some kind of flirty comment or a smirk, but he stayed silent, studying me closely.

"Where were you? What happened?" He asked.

I shrugged my shoulders and turned around to a table and started sorting through papers on the desk.

"Katherine wanted to chat."

Damon scrunched his eyebrows together and walked over to me.

"How do you two know each other?"

I sighed. "I was on a mission for V.H.A  to grab her and bring her back to headquarters. I succeded...or at least thought I did at the time. It turns out she had let me take her in because she was bored and wanted something fun to do. We bonded some over the period of time she stayed there and when she got tired of V.H.A, she left."

Damon stayed silent for a moment.

"What did she say?" Damon asked, referring to her kidnapping me.

I sighed and told him the truth, about the moonstone and everything.

But instead of telling him my plan to take it back to V.H.A, I told him I would get it for him.

He tilted his head to the side. "Now why would you do that?"

I gave an exasperated groan with my head tilted back.

"Because Damon! I'm here to help."

Damon nodded.

"So how do you know Mason?" He asked.

I told him about the alley thing.

He stared at me blankly.

"You do realize that I don't care to kill him, right?" He said.

I decided not to answer that.

I didn't know what I would do if Damon decided to kill Mason.

I shrugged off the topic and reached for the glass of bourbon in Damon's hand.

He slapped my hand.

I slapped his.

He wrapped a hand around my throat and slammed me into the wall.

His face went all vampire mode and he squeezed my neck harder and harder, cutting of my air ways.

"Damon....please...I can't......breathe!"

He hissed and showed his fangs and my eyes went wide.

Was he going to hurt me?

Over a glass of bourbon?

Then, he did the last thing I expected.

He started tickling me.

I was extremely ticklish.

I laughed so hard that it was silent and tears streamed down my cheeks.

Damon was smiling the whole time and it was strange how he seemed to know all my ticklish spots.

Finally, he stopped and I slid onto the floor panting and giggling.