Til Death Do We Part

Chapter Three: Sibling Rivalry

°Rylee°

"Stefan's gone." Damon greets the second I walk into the house.

"Figures." I reply as I walk into the kitchen. I've changed my mind about drinking. I really need it right now.

"He came home not to long ago, packed some stuff and left." He persisted.

"Why should I care? You're the one who  let him leave, whatever blood he sheds is on your hands anyway." I scanned over my options, finally deciding on a bottle of cherry Vodka.

"Isn't he the reason you came home?" He swiped the bottle from my hands.

"No." I attempted to pry the bottle from his grasp.

"I only came back because stupid Klaus insisted on it." I groaned.

He gasped suddenly, nearly dropping the bottle as I kicked him in the groin.

"I am a woman of the twenty first century; do not mess with my alcohol." I grabbed it from him and popped the cap off.

"You used to be such a good little sister." He grunted. "Now look at you, drinking and swearing constantly."

I rolled my eyes at his dramatic attempt to guilt trip me, "I've been through a lot of shit Damon," I took a swig.

"You used to be a good brother. It seems like everything's gone to hell since I've been gone." I sighed.

"Maybe we need each other." He peered up at me with puppy dog eyes.

I paused, as if thinking about it.
I shook my head, "No."

"Maybe, things would be great if you'd just learn to stay in your place." I snapped.

Even from down here I could hear klaus laughing.

"You know what Rylee?! Maybe if you wouldn't have run off with that hybrid dick, things would still be fine!" He bit back.

"Blame all of your damn problems on me then! Or klaus or whoever Damon, but the truth is you're too immature to take responsibility yourself." I spat.

"As if you're any better." he rolled his eyes.

"Like you're actually my brother." I turned on my heal and ran up the stairs before he had the chance to see the tears pricking my eyes.

"Thats real mature! Rylee Dewayne Arabella Salvatore! Don't run away from me." he called after me as I bounded up the steps.

I slammed the bedroom door.

"That was rather tense." Klaus greeted from the bed.

"Hush." I slammed the bottle on the night stand.

I crawled into the bed with him.
I tossed my hair to the side as I straddled him, smashing my lips furiously with his.

I huffed when he pulled away.
"Maybe we shouldn't do this with your brother in the house." He reasoned.

"That's exactly why I want to do this." I planted kisses on his neck.

"You're very persuasive." He breathed out, flipping me in one quick motion so that I was underneath him.

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