The Other Gilbert

Bond Fires, Am I Right?

I blend in with the many drunk high schoolers easily. However, with the many eyes that Damon is able to attract there isn't much use for me to attempt on being molded and meshed into the many. I look over at the eyes of the many girls who's hormones have escalated and blasted through the roof and watch their gaze land on Damon.

I let out a low whistle and stop our little walk. Damon notices my absence from his side and turns his head.

"What's up, buttercup?"

I frown at his strange nickname, "This is the part where we split up."

"Oh? You think you can handle it on your own?"

By the look on his face he seems quite amused. I frown and look around at the people surrounding me. There are slight urges still irking me but I'm slowly getting use to.

"Yeah, I think I'm fine. You're not gonna get anything done if you're with me. I won't get anything done if i'm attached to the hip with some eye candy- and no don't get any ideas. Plus-" I peak over his shoulder to find a familiar mop of blond hair standing beside Stefan, "You've got a girl to entertain, me being there would be very weird."

I turn on my heels and into the crowd of the many, leaving Damon to himself and his stupid smirk.

"Don't forget to meet up in a few!" He calls after and I can already hear the smile on his face.

There's not much light to guide me, it's only the faint light coming from the bonfire that lets me see where I'm going. I don't have much of a job in this plan but to blend in and make sure there is no one interfering with said plan.

I've been walking around only for a few minutes but have had many people offer me a drink. Obviously, I accepted with the only benefit that it takes gallons of alcohol to get me even tipsy. If I could get drunk then it would be a whole other story, I would never hear the end of it from Alaric.

You'd think the noise from the music and the mixture of conversations would start to kill my head, on the contrary, I've never been more calm. The music is therapeutic. I haven't had much of an issue with my urges surprisingly, even Damon is starting to notice I was quick to pick up my blood bag and animal blood diet. It's like throwing an alcoholic into a bottomless pit of drinks. I'm the alcoholic and all these beating hearts were meant to tempt me.

This might be a long night if I keep thinking about it.

I frown staring at the cup in my hands wondering if the drink is actually kicking in because I'm sure seeing things. We haven't been here long enough for me to even hit my third drink. There was a silhouette in the midst of the crowd that has caught my attention. I can make out the head, to the broad shoulders and legs. It was a person, yet I can't make a face. It's hard for me to look away in some weird way I feel like it's looking right at me. It's starting to creep me out.

The point of me even being here was just to keep watch on Stefan, who most certainly has been keeping watch of Elena. Everything, in general terms, is going smoothly. As smooth as one could get, I guess. After seeing Elena walk off and Stefan following far behind, I knew that part of the plan has been executed in its own strange drunk way. That is until I look over to check on Damon's task.

"Oh, geez." I mutter and rush to Damon's side. I grab the branch that's lodged in his stomach and yank it out, earning a few groans on his end. "I'm guessing you don't know how to work up your charm on a Original."

"Shut up, Kor." He grits his teeth.

"Don't be such a baby, it was barely a scratch." I say and toss the huge branch off to the side. Luckily, everyone's wrapped up in their own little world of booze to even notice the scene. "Let's get you out of here."

"What do you mean there was a problem?"

"The car blew up, Elena and Stefan were in it." My heart beat accelerated just at the thought of them inside the burning vehicle, "But they're out." He adds on. "I got them both out in time. We're heading back to the house right now. How's Damons end?"

A smirk tugs on my lips as I look at Damon dust off his now bloody shirt, "He got a stick up his ass."

"Korey!" If looks could kill i'd be even more dead.

"Listen, we'll be there in a bit and we'll go back home, okay?"

"Okay." I mutter and hang up.

After getting Stefan back in the house and watching Elena dig a stake into his stomach, I think it was best to call it a night. Before they walked off Alaric signaled me to follow behind and for a split second I almost tagged along but I couldn't. I made an excuse to stay the night, he wasn't exactly the happiest but it's best to stall.

"Kor?" Damon cocks his head to the side when he see's me standing in the hall near the front door.

"Yeah?"

He frowns staring at me for a bit longer, "May I ask why you're still here? Or is that just rude?"

"Eh, I've been thinking..."

"Oh?"

"I'm gonna stay here." There was silence between the two of us for a few seconds until he nods with approval, he doesn't say it but I can see in his eyes that he's glad I chose that option, "I figure I'm safer here than back at Elena's. Plus, i'm starting to believe you'd miss me too much."

"Right, Kor." Don't think that small smile didn't go unnoticed, Damon.

I laugh and shake my head, "I know, I'm a jokester. I'm gonna go change real quick and help with...all of that." I say, waving at the many blood stained carpets.

"Attagirl." Damon high fives me while I make my way upstairs.

I roll my eyes walking past the mess Stefan's guests made. I kick a piece of a vase out of my path and head for the bedroom.

My eyes widen at the sight of Stefan's room. I'm sure as hell I didn't make this mess and considering Stefan, heartless or not, wouldn't trash his own room. "I swear to God if Rebekah was here." The way my stuff is tossed around wasn't just reckless thrashing, it looked like someone was searching for something.

"That little bitch." I mutter under my breath. My clothes were resting on the floor, thrown in different directions.

"Coraline."

My body stiffens at the familiar voice coming from behind, but that's not possible. It can't be. My heart is racing so fast that I can't keep up with it. I turn on my heels as slow as I can just to keep myself still but the sight in front of me already has me tripping over myself and ramming my head against the cabinet close to me. I groan from the pain and the small specks of blood that I find on my palm.

What the hell? I shut my eyes tightly and find him still standing there. No matter how many times I blink, he still stands there. He is standing here.

"Dad?"