Damon Salvatore: A Story

The Rooms

I marched into the living room. Bourbon was just sitting there, so I poured myself a cup and sipped it. Elena walked in. The tension in the room grew.

"That's not yours," she stated. I raised an eyebrow at her. Was this girl serious?!

"Oh, honey, you shouldn't lecture me on touching things that aren't mine, since you don't listen to those rules yourselves, you slu-" I began to say.

"What did you just call me?!" she cut me off.

"First of all, never interrupt me. Second, I didn't get to call you anything  since you so rudely cut me off," I sassed. "Plus, I've lived in this house longer than you and long enough that anything here can be considered mine."  I calmly warned. Caroline sped towards me, I threw her across the room as she tried to attack me. I let Elena go. She fell gasping for air. Nobody dared to help her.

I looked around.

"I'm going up to my room, don't bother me," I said and made my way up to my old room. When i walked in i was taken aback. My room was not empty, nor was it filled with boxes. There were clothes all over, clothes that did not belong to me. I cringed and sped downstairs.

"Who tf has been living in my room!!" I exclaimed, it was mostly pointed towards the brothers.

They sheepishly looked at each other.

"...Elena..." Stefan whispered. My eyes turned red.

"I want her stuff out of my fucking room and my stuff i. my room by the time i come back, or i'll have your heads!" I threatened them. The ran up to the rooms. Tyler looked at me in shock, probably 'cause i just made Damon Salvatore and Stefan Salvatore run away. I just smirked.

"Anna, you coming?" i asked my bored looking friend.

"Yea sure. Anywhere is better than being in this hell home with these hags," she said with a pointed look towards Elena and Caroline. i just laughed and led the way to somewhere i haven't gone in years, The Mystic Grill.