Lost and Found (The Vampire Diaries)

Chapter 9: Drink my Blood and Eat my Flesh

Jade's view

I pried my eyes open, glued together by un-removed mascara, to sunlight and a splitting headache. Did vampires get headaches? Evidently so, since my head was fit to burst, but I guess that's the consequence of consuming around two bottles of brandy. And it would seem that there are no exceptions for the un-dead as it were.

I was lying on the couch with a shirtless Damon behind me; he hadn't bothered to put another shirt on after the 'wooden bullet' incident. His arms were wrapped around me and his face rested on my shoulder, but apart from the missing shirt, nothing else was out of place so nothing else could've happened. For the moment, last night was a bit of a blur, but I wasn't worried.

I sat up, pulled his arms apart and away from me, and stumbled to my feet. I looked back down at Damon's undisturbed slumber,

"Awww, the beauty of alcohol," then I made a quick getaway to the shower. The sensation of hot water pouring over my face and down my back woke my mind out of its alcohol based dreams to the reality of my situation. I was a vampire.

This we had already established but it still seemed surreal. Elena was the spawn of Hades himself, I would have to keep an eye on her. Katherine was after me, but only as a favour to Alyson. Funnily enough, this did not make me feel any better. Stefan was really interested in my life story; this could get a bit complicated. And finally, Damon was enjoying my company just a little too much. Oh dear.

And all in one day, that was quite an achievement.

Stepping onto the now warm, moist linoleum, I grabbed a clean white towel and rubbed myself down before wrapping it around my body. I let my hair hang behind me in a dripping tangled mess and looked in the mirror. My skin was pink from the hot water and although the towel was short it covered the necessities.

Unfortunately, I had no clothes or make-up to work with, which was a problem, especially with Damon around. I told myself that he was probably still asleep and unlocked the bathroom door. It opened silently, thank God, and I crept into the room.

I was behind the couch and from this angle I couldn't tell if Damon was still there or not, but my question was soon answered.

"Hello Jade," I spun into a hard and well defined chest.

"For God's sake Damon! Put a shirt on why don't you!" He smirked,

"Why would I do that? When you so obviously enjoy my lack of clothing," He stepped forward and I stepped back.

"You're obviously very deluded and should put something on before the cold completely ruins your mental capability." His gaze swept over me,

"You're one to talk," I pulled my towel closer to me, again he stepped forward and I stepped back. His smirk grew into a grin, "I like it."

"I never would have guessed," my voice dripped with sarcasm. Damon's smile became chilling and I only had a second to register his thoughts before he had lifted me into his arms. "Damon! I'm wearing a bloody towel!"

"Really? I never would have guessed," his tone and his words suggested all too clearly that he was mocking me.

"This isn't funny!"

"Well, I think it's hilarious," I held on to my towel while he ran into his bedroom and threw me onto his bed. When I looked up he was gone and on the bed next to me was a set of clothes and make-up…

Damon's view

I buttoned up my brown silk shirt and blue jeans in the lounge while thinking about Jade. Her life sounded as horrifying and difficult as my own, only she was lucky enough to have no pathetic brothers to have to compete with.