Chapter 13

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Damon's P.O.V 

Stefan is mad at me . I can tell . He's mad because I have a thing for his girl . From the looks of it , she's not his girl anymore . The Petrova sisters will be the death of me . I swear . I like Katherine , don't get me wrong , she's just a major slut that's stabbed me in the back a lot . I took a sip of my Burbon and in walked Sydney . I was in an old place I'd found in the woods . 

She looked different. Like a siren . She was wearing leather . LOTS of leather .

She looked sexy . I liked it .

I gulped when she walked over to me and took the glass out of my hand and drank it , without even blinking . 

" That was nice . Got any Vodka ? " she asked . 

" Uhhh ... " I started , but she put a finger on my lips. 

" I'll get it . " she said . 

She walked over and grabbed the bottle and popped the top , putting it to her lips and drank some . She walked back over to me . I was sitting down and she came over and sat on my lap . I was SO confused . 

" This is your lucky day , Damon . " she said . 

I looked outside. 

" Actually , it's night . " I corrected . 

" Exactly . " she said , smirking . 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. 

Sydney put her arms around me and pulled me up to her lips . It was wierd, but I wasn't complaining . I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer to my chest . Sydney wrapped her legs around my waist, snakeing herself closer to me . DAMN ! The girl was on FIRE ! 

" Stefan . " I said . 

" Shhh ... he doesn't matter now . " she whispered , kissing me again. 

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