Weeping Willow

Unpleasantville Part One

Chapter Twenty Three – Unpleasantville Part One

Willow had gotten home pretty late the other night. It wasn't the fact that she had gotten drunk, not true at all actually. She and Damon had been talking, playing pool, more talking, a game ofdarts, even more talking, and then they began talking of ways to get Katherine back.

Willow had agreed to allow Damon down to her house so that he could look through her family's journals. She didn't really see how that could help, but apparently it wouldn't hurt to check.

She was up in the attic looking for all her family's journals and stuff. She coughed when she saw all the dust and cob webs. Looking through all the boxes, she finally found it. An old cardboard box that was filled with books, journals and a few family heirlooms.

Picking the box up, she began to climb down the small ladder leading to the attic, but on her way down she lost her footing and slipped. She yelled in fright as she fell and braced herself for the pain that was to come, but it didn't. Instead she felt someone catch her.

Willow looked and saw that it was Damon who caught her and prevented her fall. She sighed in relief, "Thanks." And she looked up at him and he smirked, but didn't say anything, he just stared at her. Willow was beginning to feel awkward with him staring at her all the time and looked down at the box that she had managed to hold onto, only a few books fell out. She cleared her throat, "Yeah, so I found my family's journals and stuff."

Blinking and shaking his head, Damon set her down on the floor and picked up one of the books, "Um, yeah. Great."

She nodded, "C'mon." And she led him into her bedroom.

"Ooh, nice. Very artistic." Damon mused jokingly. Though it was clear, due to the vast amount of canvases, paint brushes and a guitar in the corner. It fit her personality perfectly. Very Willow.

Willow placed the box on her bed and turned to him, "So, hears all the family stuff. Why do you wanna look through the journals?"

Damon walked over to her bed and began looking through the box and answered, "Because that Logan Fell guy said that families passed down journals to their children. I wanna see if somebody wrote something about Emily in here." He told her while rummaging through the box.

Willow remembered something then that she hadn't done, "Um, yeah. I meant to thank you about the whole Logan kidnapping thing. So, thank you." She said, quite awkwardly. She wasn't very good with thanking people.

Damon stopped looking through the boxes for a second and looked at her, "No problem." She had to be the only person in this town who thanked him on anything in this town. He stopped staring at her and went back to looking through the box until he found a load of them at the bottom.

He picked them up and dumped them on her bed, "I'll do half and you do the other." He instructed her.

Willow snorted, "You can't tell me what to do."

Damon raised his eyebrows at her and smirked, "Actually if you didn't have that little necklace I could make you do whatever I wanted."

Her hand stroked her necklace and she smirked back at him, "Yeah, well you're never gonna know again coz I'm never gonna take this off."

Damon rolled his eyes and threw a book at her and she caught it easily and groaned, "But I hate reading."

"Tough." He dead panned and she huffed and sat on her window seat.

Damon picked up one of the books and plopped down onto her bed and began reading David Anderson's journal. He remembered him from back in the day and he was best friends with his father. Damon didn't mind the guy, he never agreed with his father's way of degrading him all the time, but he wasn't a fan of him as Damon was also friends with their son Louis who was sent away after he had had an illegitimate son with a woman that he was madly in love. Louis was never heard of again.