Vampire Diaries 2

Chapter 6: Plan B

Chapter 6: Plan B

Two days have pass since the open park indecent, Liz was still lock in the cellar downstairs, Elena was helping Stefan control his blood urges and Samathea was now bed ridden until she was back to full strength again. She laid against the bed as she read a book, getting bored out of her mind. So she pushes off the covers and stealthy tip-toes around the bed and walks right up to the door, she grips the handle and slowly turns it, making the door open and she slips out of the room, heading downstairs.

She quietly walks downstairs and into the kitchen, she looks for something to eat, she then spots a bowl full of fruit, she beams, grabs it and sat at the Island and dug in. picking the fruits. "What are you doing Sammy?" Damon whispers as he was right next to her, but she wasn't fazed. "I got bored and I was hungry and no I am not going back into that room, I'm bored," she tells him. He smirks and leans on the counter next to her, "Yeah FYI, you pass-out from the amount of energy you gave off all at once, plus you had wings sprout out of your back and swear you were hawk-girl for a moment and you look like you were about to die, so you need the bed rest." he tells her, she looks at him and plops another grape into her mouth.

"Yes I know I need bed rest, but I also need food and exercise and commentate with other people. I can't stay coop up in the house," she tells him, he sighs. Knowing that she was really stubborn. "I know, but sadly, you have to rest," he tells her, patting her shoulder, she whines and leans against the counter. He rubs her back, "It sucks, but you rather, be outside. Having fun, but you have to rest." he tells her, she lifts her head up and looks at him, "Can I bring the fruit with me?" she asks him, Damon smiles at him, "Yes, you can, I said bed rest, I didn't say, starve yourself. That will only make you worse." he tells her then picks her up in his arms. She didn't struggle in his arms as she held onto the bowl of fruit in her arms.

He vamps up to his room and places her back into bed. "And you're allowed to shower too," he informs her, she smiles. "Yay, I won't smell anymore," she states and lays back, Damon smirks at her then heard Jeremy at the door. "BRB," he tells her and vamps out of the room and to the door.

He opens and there stood Jeremy, as he predicted. "I need to talk to you," Jeremy tells him. "And I don't need to talk to you," Damon states and went to close the door, but Jeremy stops it. "Taylor Lockwood has to kill someone to activate his curse. He's not a werewolf yet." Jeremy informs him. "Wow... fascinating. Not enough." Damon states and went to close the door again, but Jeremy stops him again. "But Mason Lockwood is and he's looking for a moonstone, a special rock connected to the werewolf legend, that's why he's here," Jeremy informs him, getting Damon's attention. "A Moonstone," he states. "And I know where it is," Jeremy tells him.

"And you bring me this way?" Damon asks him, Jeremy shrugs. "Do I need a reason. Look, I just want to help, ok?" Jeremy tells him. "And what do your sisters say about this?" Damon asks him and Jeremy sighs. "Elena and Sam don't want me getting involved in all of this." Jeremy tells him as he went to talk a step inside, but Damon places his hand on Jeremy's chest and stops him, "And you think because you're a Gilbert that you can help yourself." Damon tells him, pushing him back a bit and Jeremy glares at him. "Wow, your search for lives purpose is obvious as it is tragic." Damon states.

"Are you going to let me in or not?" Jeremy questions him, Damon glares at him and steps to the side, letting Jeremy walk into the house, Damon sighs. Knowing that he was going to regret this and that Samathea was going to chew his ass out and so, he closes the door.

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Everyone was gathering at the Lockwood manor for the party set up, "Jenna thank you for hassling the volunteers." Coral tells Jenna. "Of course for a good cause, plus I have always been a sucker for Masquerade Balls," she tells her, Coral smiles at her. "So was Richard, it was his favorite time of year." she tells her, then heard Matt and Taylor struggle with a very old table, "Boys... careful with that, it's from the 1800s." she tells them and walks up to her.