(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 following morning I awoke curled up next to a shirtless Damon. No words could describe how red my face became. He is so peaceful when he sleeps. His arrogant resting face is completely gone and relaxed. I torn my eyes off of him and got into the shower. I let the warm water wash over my body and calm my nerves about what may come today. After fifteen minutes or so I exited the shower and wrapped myself in the clean white towels the hotel provided. I looked around for my clothes and then realized they were in my suitcase still.
Great. I hope to god Damon's asleep.
My hand pushed the bathroom door open slowly. Damon wasn't asleep but he wasn't in the room either. I found my clothes and took the lazy route of changing in the middle of the room. I got my bra and underwear on before I heard the door click open behind me. Slowly, I turned myself around.
There stood Damon Salvatore with a small grin on his face as his eyes roamed my body. My face started to heat up. And then my shoulders and chest. And then everywhere. I grabbed the nearest thing to me, a pillow and hurled it at Damon.
"Get out, pervert!"
[3 Hours Later]
The embarrassing incident with Damon from this morning had faded to the back of my mind. It's not that I didn't want him to see me like that, but I wanted it to be on my own terms and not the will of god.
After we were all ready, we hiked out to an abandoned library somewhere in the woods of Italy. It was old and dusty and looked like it hadn't been touched in hundreds of years. We decided to split up and collect interesting items to bring back in an hour.
I wandered the left side of the first floor in the library. I've grabbed a few ancient grimoires that seemed promising and if they can't help me at least they can help Bonnie.
"Come on library. Help me out here," I mumbled under my breath.
Not a second later a book hit the ground behind me. I turned and crept towards it slowly. Compared to the rest of the books in the room it was light colored. It was platinum white and without dust somehow. I leaned down and picked it up and slowly read over the gold text on the cover.
'La lumière qui se trouve dans le cheval blanc'
I opened the cover up and look at the words on the first page. Their were only 4 words.
'Phasmatos incendere ad pulvox.'
Maybe if I read them out loud they would do something. I took a deep breath in.
"Phasmatos incendere a-" I gasped as a hand clasped over my mouth.
"Don't move or I'll snap your neck," a thick British accent spoke into my ear.
I froze in fear. He turned me around to face him. I looked into his eyes which began to dilate.
"Don't scream and only answer when you are spoken to," he signed. I began to study the man before me after he finished speaking. He had blond brown curls and brown eyes and he was incredibly handsome.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed? Or worse, unpurified?" He questioned with a harsh tone.
I stared up at him with a dull expression, "No, sir. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with me."
"Nothings wrong with you, darling," he said rolling his eyes. "Other than the fact that you are a complete imbecile."
I scrunched up my nose at him. I hate that I can't yell at him right now and tell him how much of a real asshat he is.
"Calm down, (Y/n)."
He knows who I am. That must mean he knows what I am and what's wrong with me. I didn't need a grimoire I needed a person. But who is this person...
"Let's get going love while you're idiot friends are still distracted," he said sweeping me off my feet and vamp-speeding the two of us away.
