Chapter 2: Damon lay a hand over the window, his eyes looking, almost searching for something...something invisible. Elena was there standing near, her head cocked to one side. He crossed his eyebrows, turning to her.
"You know, you can sit down, right?" he asked, raising one eyebrow at the stiff way she was standing. "That's what the chairs are for." She smirked at him, shaking her head. Damon rolled his eyes and turned back to the window, he was getting a strange sense of not belonging, but he couldn't finger what the problem was. Confused as he was, he walked over to a bookshelf, running his fingers over the spine. Books often reminded him of back when he was human. He read a lot, taking in knowledge. That's probably part of the reason how he had ended up here today. At least personality wise.
"What are you looking for?" Elena asked. She had taken his conselhos and sat down.
"Stuff, you know things that'll help me."
"Getting over Katherine's rejection? Her not being in the tomb?" He shrugged, trying not to show his gratefulness for her sincerity. "You know I am sorry about all that," she went on. "I really am."
"I know," Damon muttered. He was very preoccupied at the minute, to immerse himself in how kind she was being. "Where's Stefan?"
"Feeding. You know he hasn't fed for quite some time... I'm getting worried because it'd be a huge problem if he rejected animal blood too." Damon laughed at that. Stefan was probably the most pathetic excuse of a vampire he had ever met. Elena sighed, fingering the end of the sofa which she was sitting on. The design seemed to intrigue her. Damon smiled at that, it was funny how much she reminded him of Katherine, yet she seemed to bring out the best in him. In quite a different way than Katherine did. But then again, there was a time when Stefan could make Damon smile, laugh, love. Yet, that, Damon felt, was the worst mistake he had ever made. Trusting Stefan Salvatore. All of a sudden a sound perked his ears. He turned around to look at Elena, who seemed oblivious to the sound.
"Do you hear that," he whispered. Elena stared at him, extremely puzzled.
"Hear wh-"
"Shh!" Damon hissed. "Wait right here. Don't move!" Elena half nodded as he raced out of the room and down the steps. He could feel it now, another presence had entered the house and wasn't Stefan. His eyes darted from left to right, looking for the mysterious guest. When the sound died down, he shrugged, thinking the presence had left.
"Well...well," a voice sounded behind him. Before he could turn, he was knocked to the ground, he got up quickly.
"What the hell?" he said, turning to face his opponent. He gasped seeing who it was. Her golden hair, her green eyes, her perfectly rosy cheeks. It couldn't be. "Fe-Fe-Felicity?" She raised her eyebrows and a small smile played at her lips.
"Wondering if you would remember me...Damon," her French accent caressing ever word as if she was flirting. But Damon knew she was challenging. She was Katherine's best friend, so much like her and perhaps even worse.
"What do you want, Felicity?"
"To kill you."
"Simple as that. It can't be because you could have easily done that. You had the chance and the upper- hand. You still do."
"You're cleverer than I thought, Damon."
"I learned some of your tactics. I've learned them well."
"I see," she said, running her hand in her golden hair. "It's not you I want to kill, it's Stefan."
"Ha, be my guest then," Damon said lazily. He threw himself across the couch, beckoning her on the opposite chair.
"Oh, so there's no mais baby brother and big brother trust- amor thing anymore?"
"No, but if you really want to kill him, I'd amor to help." Felicity smiled at that. Her green eyes flashed, and Damon cheirado, cheirava, smelt victory.
"How can I trust you?"
"Easy, let me drive the stake through him."
"I'm not staking him. I have other plans."
"Damon?" a voice called from the stairs. Elena flounced down quickly and seeing Felicity she froze.
"Oh bloody hell! George was right..." Felicity screeched staring at Elena. Elena turned her bewildered look on Damon, who returned it with a slight nod.
"Yeah, that's our Katherine. Elena this is Felicity or Fee."
"Hi," Elena said uneasily, as Fee studied her with a penetrating stare.
"Elena, give us five minutes. Important vampire duty," Damon said breaking Fee's concentration. Elena was mais than happy to leave the scene as she raced upstairs.
"Katherine's twin? Impossible..." Fee was shaking in shock and confusion.
"No, far from it. But they're related somehow..." Damon's voice trailed. "Back to business, what are you going to do with Stefan?"
"That I can't tell. But you better tell him to hide...leave...I amor a chase."
"Fine, do what you want with him."
"I'd have the girl too..."
"She's useless," Damon said cautiously wording his answer. "She's human. What use will she be?"
"She's a dead ringer for my best friend," Fee said icily. Damon felt a pang of pity for Fee, but shrugged it off as quickly as it had come.
"Don't take Elena. I won't let you have her. She's innocent."
"I didn't say I was going to take her. I don't like aleatório humans, unless ones I drink the blood from. But I do like revenge. Your little brother should beware and run away."
"That settles it," Damon said, standing up. She stood up to. They shook hands as if they were business partners and Felicity left not long after. Elena came racing down once she had left.
"Who was that? What does she want? Am I involved?"
"Sit," Damon commanded. To his surprise she did so. "Alright, I'll tell you what you have to do with it. Don't press me for any mais information."
"You know, you can sit down, right?" he asked, raising one eyebrow at the stiff way she was standing. "That's what the chairs are for." She smirked at him, shaking her head. Damon rolled his eyes and turned back to the window, he was getting a strange sense of not belonging, but he couldn't finger what the problem was. Confused as he was, he walked over to a bookshelf, running his fingers over the spine. Books often reminded him of back when he was human. He read a lot, taking in knowledge. That's probably part of the reason how he had ended up here today. At least personality wise.
"What are you looking for?" Elena asked. She had taken his conselhos and sat down.
"Stuff, you know things that'll help me."
"Getting over Katherine's rejection? Her not being in the tomb?" He shrugged, trying not to show his gratefulness for her sincerity. "You know I am sorry about all that," she went on. "I really am."
"I know," Damon muttered. He was very preoccupied at the minute, to immerse himself in how kind she was being. "Where's Stefan?"
"Feeding. You know he hasn't fed for quite some time... I'm getting worried because it'd be a huge problem if he rejected animal blood too." Damon laughed at that. Stefan was probably the most pathetic excuse of a vampire he had ever met. Elena sighed, fingering the end of the sofa which she was sitting on. The design seemed to intrigue her. Damon smiled at that, it was funny how much she reminded him of Katherine, yet she seemed to bring out the best in him. In quite a different way than Katherine did. But then again, there was a time when Stefan could make Damon smile, laugh, love. Yet, that, Damon felt, was the worst mistake he had ever made. Trusting Stefan Salvatore. All of a sudden a sound perked his ears. He turned around to look at Elena, who seemed oblivious to the sound.
"Do you hear that," he whispered. Elena stared at him, extremely puzzled.
"Hear wh-"
"Shh!" Damon hissed. "Wait right here. Don't move!" Elena half nodded as he raced out of the room and down the steps. He could feel it now, another presence had entered the house and wasn't Stefan. His eyes darted from left to right, looking for the mysterious guest. When the sound died down, he shrugged, thinking the presence had left.
"Well...well," a voice sounded behind him. Before he could turn, he was knocked to the ground, he got up quickly.
"What the hell?" he said, turning to face his opponent. He gasped seeing who it was. Her golden hair, her green eyes, her perfectly rosy cheeks. It couldn't be. "Fe-Fe-Felicity?" She raised her eyebrows and a small smile played at her lips.
"Wondering if you would remember me...Damon," her French accent caressing ever word as if she was flirting. But Damon knew she was challenging. She was Katherine's best friend, so much like her and perhaps even worse.
"What do you want, Felicity?"
"To kill you."
"Simple as that. It can't be because you could have easily done that. You had the chance and the upper- hand. You still do."
"You're cleverer than I thought, Damon."
"I learned some of your tactics. I've learned them well."
"I see," she said, running her hand in her golden hair. "It's not you I want to kill, it's Stefan."
"Ha, be my guest then," Damon said lazily. He threw himself across the couch, beckoning her on the opposite chair.
"Oh, so there's no mais baby brother and big brother trust- amor thing anymore?"
"No, but if you really want to kill him, I'd amor to help." Felicity smiled at that. Her green eyes flashed, and Damon cheirado, cheirava, smelt victory.
"How can I trust you?"
"Easy, let me drive the stake through him."
"I'm not staking him. I have other plans."
"Damon?" a voice called from the stairs. Elena flounced down quickly and seeing Felicity she froze.
"Oh bloody hell! George was right..." Felicity screeched staring at Elena. Elena turned her bewildered look on Damon, who returned it with a slight nod.
"Yeah, that's our Katherine. Elena this is Felicity or Fee."
"Hi," Elena said uneasily, as Fee studied her with a penetrating stare.
"Elena, give us five minutes. Important vampire duty," Damon said breaking Fee's concentration. Elena was mais than happy to leave the scene as she raced upstairs.
"Katherine's twin? Impossible..." Fee was shaking in shock and confusion.
"No, far from it. But they're related somehow..." Damon's voice trailed. "Back to business, what are you going to do with Stefan?"
"That I can't tell. But you better tell him to hide...leave...I amor a chase."
"Fine, do what you want with him."
"I'd have the girl too..."
"She's useless," Damon said cautiously wording his answer. "She's human. What use will she be?"
"She's a dead ringer for my best friend," Fee said icily. Damon felt a pang of pity for Fee, but shrugged it off as quickly as it had come.
"Don't take Elena. I won't let you have her. She's innocent."
"I didn't say I was going to take her. I don't like aleatório humans, unless ones I drink the blood from. But I do like revenge. Your little brother should beware and run away."
"That settles it," Damon said, standing up. She stood up to. They shook hands as if they were business partners and Felicity left not long after. Elena came racing down once she had left.
"Who was that? What does she want? Am I involved?"
"Sit," Damon commanded. To his surprise she did so. "Alright, I'll tell you what you have to do with it. Don't press me for any mais information."