(Y/n) Gilbert was one of the most outgoing people you could ever meet, but when her parents died in an accident things became very rough. What once was a joyful teen became a heavy-hearted girl. When the Salvatore brothers moved to town she couldn't...
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The search for answers continued on for a few more days as I grew more and more bothered with my new life. I hadn't actually formally seen Damon since I made out with him at the Salvatore House, but he had come to see me a two or three times around 2 a.m.
"Pumpkin," a whispered called out. I groaned into my pillow and mumbled something that even I couldn't comprehend.
"Pumpkin," the hushed voice called out again. My eyes slowly opened and I came face to face with me favorite diamond eyed vampire. He was so close our noses were almost touching.
"Ugh," I said rolling my eyes with a smile, "who let a roach into the house?"
"You have a very special way with words, (Y/n)," Damon chuckled.
I sat up and scooted over in my bed so that Damon could sit next to me, "So any updates on what my disease is?"
"Don't call it a disease," he huffed, "It might make me feel grossed out when I kiss you."
I let out a giggle and laid my head down on his shoulder. He was so cold considering he had die but also so warm, almost radiating heat. It fit his personality; bipolar and hyper. I let out another giggle just thinking about it.
"What's going on with you Miss Giggle Pants?" he said and leaned over and started tickling me.
My body curled into a ball as I began laughing uncontrollably. I reached my arms out and tried to pry his off my stomach but, he just ended up pinning me down and hovering over me. We gazed into each other's eyes silently for awhile before our lips grazed one another's and we kiss. It wasn't hungry like the kisses at the Salvatore house. It was more soft and passionate and loving. We broke away after what seemed like hours.
Blush sprinkled across my cheeks, "You never answered my question, doofus."
"I guess I didn't but, that was convenient for you cause you got to taste my lips again," he smirked. "I got a lead, Pumpkin. Pack your bags cause we leave for Italy at noon."
And with that he was gone.
[The Next Morning]
A pillow slammed down on my face causing me to let out a loud grunt of pain. I rolled over and came face to face with my annoying sister.
"You're a real bitch sometimes," I mumbled.
"That may be so but, at least I'm not lazy. Get up. Get dressed. I packed your bags for you so you should be grateful," and with that she trotted out of my room.
I threw on some grey sweatpants and a (f/c) long sleeve crop top, allowing me to be comfy but look fashionable. My long locks got thrown into a bun and I grabbed a breakfast bar to eat. By the time that was done Elena was dragging me to the car so that we wouldn't miss are flight.
As I finally became fully awake I turned to my sister, "What did you tell Jenna?"
"Well personally I didn't tell her anything. I had Stefan compel her into thinking we are going out on a girls trip for the weekend. Jeremy thinks that too."
That right there was the beginning of my sister becoming a bold bad-ass; small start but big end game. We arrived at the airport and boarded the plane a few hours later and were off on our way to Italy. Elena was kind enough to let Damon sit next to me on the plane. As soon as he set down our hands intertwined and I leaned my head on his shoulder. I slept most of the flight not ever removing my hand from his.
[9 hours later]
A taxi drove us down one of the many streets of Catania until we pulled up to our hotel. It was late at night or really early in the morning depending how you looked at it. We decided that we would check into our rooms and start our search tomorrow.
Once again Elena was so so kind to let Damon share a room with me. She wasn't fooling anyone. We all knew she just wanted to fuck Stefan, but we let it slide. As soon as me and Damon entered the room I plopped on the bed.
"I know I slept the whole flight but I'm so fucking tired," I moaned into the covers.
Damon chuckled and then looked down at me with a smirk, "How tired?"
I had never seen Damon look at me like that. This was new. Sexual tension started to slowly fill the room. I rolled on to my back so I could face him.
"Damon..." I mumbled. "What are you thinking."
"Well... how do I phrase this..." he said slowly taking off his shirt causing my face to burn red. His eyes roamed me hungrily.
"Let's just say I can't wait for tomorrow night," he said with a smirk. He leaned in and kissed my forehead and after that he said one word.
His pupils expanded and shifted as he softly spoke, "Sleep."
