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Damon grunted when Foster pushed him the bookshelf, a few books falling off when she did, and her fingers digging into her chest. He had to admit, Foster with her fangs and eyes red, veins around them pulsating, was downright scary. "Get in my head again, I will rip your heart out," Foster snarled, fingers digger deeper for emphasis.
"Maybe it wouldn't be so easy if you'd let up on Thumper," Damon countered. Foster growled and pushed deeper and Damon winced. "Okay, yeah, got it."
Foster pulled her hand away, grabbed a handkerchief from the nearby end table and wiped the blood from her finger tips. The wooden leg of the table was looking far too tempting, but she walked away.
"Did he get in your head too?" Stefan asked once Foster was back in her room. She nodded. "A mountain lion attacked a hunter this morning, and they think it's the animal that's been killing people."
"Should we tip them off that it's actually a 5'10" douchebag with an inferiority complex so he acts out as some sort of compensation?"
Stefan pretended to mull the thought over and then shook his head. "If they find Damon, they find us. He's covering his tracks because he's planning on staying."
"That's lovely."
"He's planning on going after Elena."
"To be expected. Elena hates him though. She thinks he's a dick."
"So you're not worried?"
Foster hung her clothes in the adjoined bathroom and looked back at Stefan. "I'm worried about a lot. Such as whatever his top secret plan is, but on the topic of Elena — I think she's smart, and while I'm going to do anything to protect her, I don't think she needs help understanding that Damon is bad news." Foster grabbed her phone from her nightstand. "Now can you get out? I have to get dressed."
"Where are you going?"
"I'm just gonna wander. Don't worry about it."
Foster straightened her shirt before ringing the door bell of the Gilbert house. From the other side, she heard footsteps approach, and when the door opened, Foster blinked at the woman through the threshold. "You must be Foster," she said and Foster new from then that she was Elena's aunt. "I've heard a lot of things about you from Elena."
Pink dusted Foster's cheeks. "Good things I hope."
"All good things," Jenna said, a sly smile pulled at the corner of her mouth. She turned her head to the side and called for Elena, who's eyes widened at the sight her aunt talking to Foster. The way she moved reminded Foster of when she had ran into the kitchen to throw away the takeout containers.
"Hey!" Elena greeted, wincing subtly at the volume. "We should go upstairs." Foster looked at Jenna, who looked far too smug, and Elena, who looked like she was going to combust. Slowly, Foster nodded and was pulled inside and up the stairs.
