Hate Burns • Kai Parker [2]

Chapter Twelve

"Hey!" I yelled, slamming the door behind me and glancing down at the sight of broken glass and bottles littered across the wooden floors. I stepped over the shards, furrowing my eyebrows as I walked through the room, crossing my arms  over my chest as I glared at the dark-haired blue eyed Salvatore who stood shirtless with an innocent smile, "Why the hell is it that I had to track you down with a locator spell when you could've simply picked up your bloody phone, hm?"

Damon watched as I walked over to the table he had laid out with various bottles of alcohol on display. "Huh." I picked up one empty bottle in particular as I turned to him, "Damon Salvatore runs out of bourbon... never thought I'd see the day."

I set down the bottle, turning to him, "Stefan called me. He's very concerned about you." I glanced around the room of tossed around clothing and empty and broken bottles, "I don't blame him. Don't get me started on you stepping into the ring of Julian's little fight club." I shook my head, "What's gotten into you?"

Damon only continued his staring contest with the ground, not knowing what to say as I scolded him like a stern mother.

"Stefan thinks you're going to flip your switch.. is that true?"

His eyes shot up immediately at my words, stepping forward, "Flip my switch? I'm not gonna flip my switch, Nayeli. I want to feel pain. I want to feel every miserable moment of this miserable life."

I furrowed my eyebrows together at his words, "What is this about? What did you do?"

He stared down into my eyes, and I could see so much deeper into them that he was hiding something. Something big.

I shook my head before shrugging lightly, "Fine. Don't tell me." I stepped back, going to take a seat on his couch. "You know I'm just gonna find out anyways--"

I paused when I felt something beneath me as I sat down. I glanced at Damon whose breathing had hitched as I shifted in my seat, pulling out a pair of black lacy underwear from beneath me.

I held up the lingerie, turning to Damon and fighting a smirk, "..And what's the name of this lacy little number?" I couldn't hold back my amusement as he leaned forward to swipe the underwear from my hands as I laughed out loud. "It's certainly not Elena."

Damon glared at me before answering, "Krystal."

I rose my eyebrows, "Krystal?" I repeated.

"Krystal." He confirmed, tossing the underwear out of sight and finding a shirt to pull over his head. "With a K."

I hummed, "Krystal with a K. Hm." I tilted my head before nodding slowly, "Sounds like pure class." I turned to him, cracking a smile, "With a K."

Damon rolled his eyes before groaning, "Go ahead, let it all out, Nayeli." He outstretched his arms, "I'm a vile cheater. I couldn't even wait a year-"

"Oh, please." I scoffed before standing before him, "Do you honestly really think I give a shit about your relationship status with Elena? Besides, if this is the way you choose to celebrate Julian's very timely demise well, who am I to stop you?" I shrugged.

"Wait, what?" He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at my words.

I squinted my eyes slightly, "What, Stefan didn't tell you?" I questioned as Damon suddenly went silent at the fact he's been out of the loop. "Oh yeah, he put a chair back through his heart."

Damon hummed before nodding in approval, "Oldie but a goodie. Hope he has enough chairs to take out the rest of Julian's backup dancers."

I uncrossed my arms with a sigh, walking over to the table to pour myself a drink, "Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure they're too debauched to even notice he's missing. Hey, speaking of missing," I turned, pointing to Damon, "when's the last time you spoke to Enzo?"