Blood Red Lies - A Vampire Diaries Fanfic (sequel to NTB)

Chapter 1

Hello :D I'm back lol.

Just a little recap. No Turning Back loosely followed season 2 but started following the episodes more closely near the end. I own nothing but several characters I have created. My main character Charlie Dubois is a vampire turned in 1764. She is the girlfriend of Damon Salvatore. She has recently found out that Elijah is her biological father, making her part original and literally immortal. Only a bite from a now hybrid Klaus can kill her.

Here we go :D

Chapter 1

It had been several months since Stefan had left town with Klaus. It was now summer and despite everything they had to deal with, Charlie and Damon wanted their relationship to work.

It was early morning and Damon and Charlie were taking a bath together. Charlie was sat in front of him, their legs tangled together as Damon absentmindedly traced patterns up and down her spine.

Turning around to face him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed the skin just above his collarbone. "I know you're going to hate me but I need to get out. Caroline wants me to meet her in town soon. She needs help choosing an outfit for Elena's party tonight."

Damon held onto her. "Blondie can find her own dress. You're staying right here with me," he breathed, kissing down her shoulder. "I'm not letting you go."

Charlie pulled away from him, though the feel of his lips against her bare skin made it extremely difficult to do so. "I have to. Caroline also needs me to pick up the cake."

Damon frowned at her. "So you're doing all this hard work for Elena's party and you're seriously not going to tell them it's your birthday too?"

"No. And you're not going to either. Otherwise I'll have to kill you," she said with a slight smirk.

She attempted to stand up but Damon grabbed her wrist pulling her back down into the bathtub. Water sloshed over the sides and onto the floor.

"Damon," she glared. "You're making a mess."

"Charlie," he mocked. "I don't care."

"I need to go, Damon." She pulled away from his grip again. "Don't be so immature."

"Wow, somebody's in a bad mood this morning. I know what will change that," he smirked as he ran his fingertips across her thigh.

She slapped his hand away from her leg. "Don't, Damon."

"Okay, grumpy. Tell me what's wrong."

"I'm fine," she huffed.

"No, you're not." He pulled her towards him and gently kissed her mouth.

She smiled slightly against his lips; she had no willpower when he kissed her.

"Just tell them it's your birthday, Charlotte," he said as he pulled back to look at her.

"No. It's Elena's day. Not mine. She needs it. Plus, I'm 262 today. After two and a half centuries I'm a little bored of never officially turning seventeen." She got out of the tub and wrapped a white towel around herself. "It's just a reminder that I'm never going to get any older, I'll always be sixteen."

Damon sighed and got out of the tub too, water and bubbles dripping from his body. "So your bad mood, which you're taking out on me, by the way, is because you're sick of being eternally young and beautiful," he mocked.

She walked back into Damon's bedroom. "You just don't get it, Damon. But I don't expect you to. Not all of us are as happy being dead as you are and that's okay."