On My Own (TVD Series)

The Devil Himself

Turning the sharp corner onto a new aisle, I ran down with full force letting my shoes slide under the waxed floor as Damon came rolling down tossing some groceries into the cart. Munching down on the box of brownie bites I found a few aisles away, I checked off some of the things on Damon's list once I reached an empty endcap.

"Brownie, please!" Damon called out for, tossing him a bite.

"You know for a small-town grocery store, they really have more than you need."

Hopping on to the small basket at the end of the cart, Damon pushed our way through the meat section, holding two choices of meats for me to choose from.

"Ribs...and skirt steak. I want to barbeque."

"Italian or smoked?"

"Hmm...surprise me."

"...English sausage it is." Damon smiled tossing both packages in the cart.

"You're disgusting."

"You have bad taste..."

"And you like needy women. First Katherine then Elena...both desperately needing your attention." I added.

"Hey, that's your dead best friend you're talking about."

"...exactly, dead. As far as I know, she won..."

Hearing him scoff quietly, I felt the cart push off harshly into the dairy aisle almost crashing me into the iceboxes.

"Jerk."

"We need strawberries, eggs, milk, and almonds..." He blurted out, smacking the list in my hands with from fingers.

"...while you're at it look for some cookbooks, your pancakes are getting old."

Tossing a box of whipped cream into the cart, I pushed myself away from the icebox rolling over to Damon before his foot stopped me from running into his back.

"...for someone who knows how to cook, you would think you'd enjoy cooking."

"You're the older sibling, it's not my responsibility to feed you...just myself," I added.

Sliding off the cart, I strode down the dairy section of the store until I got a few yards down before Damon noticed.

"You just said that we weren't alone...now you want to wander off on your own?"

"We're the oldest creatures in this paradox...if they want to try me, they don't stand a chance," I blurted out.

"Says the one with magical powers and venomous werewolf bite."

Swinging the door open, I let Damon reach in to grab a milk gallon from inside while I spot a rack of sunglasses in the middle of the aisle.

"You're older so-"

"I'm useless...it's a good thing Stefan told you about your family when he did."

Ripping the tag off one of the glass, Damon reached over me taking the blue pair at the very top.

"Yeah, well...he was only a few hundred years late," I added.

"Eggs."

Taking my turn to reach into the freezer, Damon continued on with the crossword puzzle that we found filled out at the dinner table.

"I was thinking...you talk in your sleep so maybe your witchy powers filled out the puzzle by itself."

"...you're telling me that my words just magically floating they're way across that newspaper."