Petrova...Isobel Petrova

Trust Me Now?

I wake up to the sound of International Love by Pitbull erupting from my phone. Unwrapping my arms from my sheets, I fling my arm around blindly, trying to find it.

"Hello," I groan.

"Your voice is very sexy in the morning," a familiar voice purred through my speaker.

"Damon? How did you get my number?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

"A fellow by the name of James Caulfield. Ringing any bells?"

"What do you want, Damon?"

"I want you, of course!"

"It's too early for this shit, Damon. So either you tell me what this is about, or I'll shove vervain down your throat and a couple of stakes up your arse."

"Well, since you ask so nicely. I need you-,"

"Damon," I warn.

"-to come over to the boarding house so you can help us with a little predicament of ours, then we'll let you continue your quest to kill your sister."

"Give me 10 minutes. I'll be there."

"You better be. If not, I'll enjoy hunting you down, throwing you over my shoulder, and hauling that cute ass over here."

"Damon, love, I think you forgot that I am much, much older and ergo, stronger than you. Also, I doubt that you would be able to get me to go, willingly."

I crawl out of bed and sprint to my bathroom, where I see a raccoon looking back at me.

'Damn, I forgot to take my makeup off.'

"Well, who said you would be unwilling? My powers of persuasion have grown over the years, might just have to use them on you," he whispers in my ear seductively.

"Your 'powers of persuasion' as you so cockily mention would have as much effect as trying to hold back a flood with but a single twig."

I hear Stefan bark a couple of laughs out at that.

"Why do you have to be so mean, Izzy?"

"You know, I once tried to be nice for a day."

"And how did that work out for you?"

"Worst 10 seconds of my life."

"You couldn't even make it 11 seconds? You're gonna make life harder around here, aren't you?"

"Only if you want things to get harder around here," I whisper seductively before hanging up on a silent Damon.

I wipe off yesterday's makeup, take a shower, dress in a new outfit that Jay bought me for my birthday, and apply new makeup. My hair thankfully took care of itself, drying slowly into my natural, bouncy curls. Taking one look at a clock, I notice that I have 5 more minutes before Damon would come looking for me, so I speed to the fridge and glance inside. Inside, there is blood bag stacked upon blood bag. I yank one out and pour it into a wineglass.

'My, my, James. You were busy last night, weren't you?'

Speaking-or rather-thinking of the handsome devil, I spot him passed out on the sofa. I grab my keys, kiss him on his forehead saying, "thanks, love,", and peal out of my driveway. Not even a minute later, I am standing on the Salvatore's boarding house porch, knocking on their ancient door. It flies open to reveal Damon on the other side.

"You are exactly 1 minute, 15 seconds, 5 nanoseconds late. Why?"

"What are you, my mum?" I retort, pushing past him to walk inside.