The Other Original Vampire

Chapter Six

I woke up, my face in the pillow. Wearing just a shirt. Damon must of taken off my shoes and stuff for me when I was asleep. I lifted my head up and looked around, Damon wasn't here. Looking towards the bedside table, the alarm clock flashed the numbers 11:57 to me. I literally slept like the dead. No irony intended. I slowly stood up and pulled on some clothes, I looked in the mirror. I looked like hell. 

"Wow, she's awake," I heard a sarcastic voice murmer from the doorway. I turned around and saw Damon leaning on the doorframe with his arms folded. He was wearing black jeans, black shirt, black boots and a black leather jacket. The usual.

"Don't be mean to me," I whined walking over to him and placing my head on his chest. 

"You've been mean to me, you were asleep for two days... It makes me think that you secretly had more alcohol than I saw that night," he said smirking, and he lent down and kissed me on the top of my head.

"Which is drastic, because I am still tired," I said frowning, "And because of that, Imma go get coffee," I said, I shoved past Damon and made my way downstairs. 

"I should warn you," Damon said, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist, he placed his chin on my shoulder and whispered into my ear, "We have no coffee."

"What?" I moaned, "No coffee?" Damon nodded, "Why does everyone hate me?" I pouted.

"Go get dressed, we can go to Starbucks after, okay?" Damon asked.

"Okay," I nodded, smiling. I gave him a quick kiss on the lips and then went upstairs to get changed.

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Damon's P.O.V

I'd sent Annabelle upstairs to go get dressed so we could go to Starbucks together. Her obsession with coffee was kind of dangerously ridiculous. I grabbed my phone off of the side table and sat on the sofa, the door knocked.

"It's open!" I called out. It didn't really bother me who it was. If it was a girl-scout, I'd tell them to leave, if it was a religious preacher... I'd probably bite their neck. And if it was a vampire, we could always have a good old fight. The door slammed open with quite some force and knocked into a lamp. 

"Why didn't you tell me there was another doppelganger?!" Klaus roared. I could tell it was Klaus from the strong British accent.

"What do you mean 'another doppelganger'?" I asked, standing up. 

"The girl who Stefan was with the other day, Elena Gilbert. She's a doppelganger," Klaus said angrily. 

"Not possible, Katherine didn't have kids," I said simply. 

"You've seen Elena haven't you?" Klaus asked, I nodded, "Don't you think that she looked a lot like Katherine?"

"Well, yeah, I thought that she was Katherine, but Annabelle said that she was definitely human, so I didn't think much of it," I explained. 

"Is Annabelle here?" Klaus asked.

"Yeah, she's upstairs getting dressed, she'll be down in a minute."

"I'm here and I want coffee!" I heard Annabelle yell from halfway up the stairs.

"That might be a bit delayed..." I said.

"What?!" she asked, walking over to me. 

Annabelle's P.O.V

I walked over to Damon, Klaus was stood next to him, "Klaus!" I yelled, and ran up and hugged him. I pulled away and looked up at them both, "So, are we all getting coffee?" I wondered.