Dreamer | TVD [1]

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Why should Damon get to dictate anything in his life, Felix frowned, his face set in a grim look of contemplation, "So what's it going to be?" Damon asked, his own face still sporting that obnoxious grin.

Felix stared at him for a second before he slowly started to smile, "Can I have a second to decide?" He asked, trying not to let his smile grow at Damon's confused glance.

Felix didn't wait for an answer, his eyes quickly growing out of focus as he focused on the vampire before him and the question at hand.

After a moment he found himself no longer standing at his own doorway and instead in the forest, a young woman around his age standing a few paces ahead, a small smile on her face.

"Hello, Felix," she smiled, a loose green dress flowing out from around her, her curly blond hair falling over her shoulder . There was something painstakingly familiar about her, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

"Do I know you?" He asked, glancing around at the forest he was sure was his backyard, although the house was not there.

"You wanted to ask a question didn't you?" She asked, ignoring his question, the small smile on her face not falling away.

"Yeah, about what I should do about the homicidal vampire outside my door," he said slowly, his eyes still wandering over her trying to place the strange woman, "who are you?"

She laughed, the sound carrying on the wind, "I'm one of the first psychics in our family, Cordelia Rhodes," she said, "From what I understand you are far better at seeing the past then the future, I was the opposite, so would you like to know what I would do? Knowing your future?" He nodded his head once, still unsure as he tried to remember any of the genealogy his mother had told him before, "I would slam that door in Damon Salvatore's face and make yourself a nice cup of tea," she said, another light laugh escaping her.

"How is tea going to help me?" He asked, confusion growing in the young teen as he looked at her.

"You have a garden of vervain in your backyard, Felix, I should know it's been growing there since my time. Just take a little bit of it and mix it in some tea, or coffee, or water, or even a glass of bourbon if you're so inclined," she grinned, taking another step towards him. "Damon Salvatore is a troubled man, but you cannot let him walk over you, Felix," her hand reaches to cup his face, "I do hope you manage to avoid the future I have seen for you." Felix stiffened his eyes going wide, but before he could ask Cordelia was already turning away. "Oh, do try and be more careful when looking through doors, the originals are disturbingly good at sensing our little intrusions," and with that Felix was staring at Damon again.

"So what's your choice?" He asked again, and Felix, still shaking off the other world, as he focused back in on the vampire in front of him, and with a renewed overconfidence he probably shouldn't have had he sent Damon a pleasantly sweet smile.

"I'll see you at the Founder's Ball, Damon," and slammed the door on one of the most dangerous individuals he had met. Was it the smartest move? Probably not, Felix reasoned, but the current high he was feeling of refusing Damon was well worth it. It was with that end note that Felix found himself going to bed, a plan finally forming in his head.

The day went by fairly quickly, and while Felix was decidedly not a tea person he mixed up some vervain into his boiling water and hoped that was good enough. Overall the day was going alright, the ball was at Tyler's house which meant that if all went well Felix wasn't coming home that night, at least that was his plan until his phone buzzed with a text from the man himself simply reading, I'm taking Vicki to the Ball tonight. I know we had plans, but I'm really trying to make things work with her. For some reason Felix felt something inside him churn with this information, something ugly rearing its head. He had no reason to be upset with Tyler, it was part of their deal. No strings, but why did he feel so miserable.