The Last Petrova

Trouble

Present Day

I wake up with sweat pouring down the sides of my face. One glance around the room tells me I'm in the Salvatore House. My eyes fall on a glass of blood. Without so much as a second of hesitance, I drain it in one gulp. Then I gasp as life is returned to me.

Klaus's blood.

"Look who's awake," Damon's voice says.

I jump up and stare at him. "Salvatore? What-"

"Nasty bite you've got there," Damon says, hopping onto the bed next to me. "Let me guess- you and your pretty boyfriend got in a fight, things got out of hand, you somehow crawled your way over to my front door-"

"Where did you get this?" I interrupt him, holding up the glass that, until a few seconds ago, was filled to the brim with Klaus's blood.

"You'd know if you'd let me finish," Damon scowls. "Klaus came by a couple hours ago, looks like he was out searching the entire town for you," he shrugs.

"And may I ask why the bloody hell you're helping me?" I ask. "You do realize my fondest wish at the moment is to rip your heart out, right?" I say.

Damon gives a fake gasp. "And bring about sadness and mourning to all the people who love me?" he says.

"No one in their right mind cares about you, Salvatore," I say, rolling my eyes.

"Say that to your little blonde friend," Damon says with a smirk.

At first, I have no idea what he's talking about. My little blonde friend? Then I realize.

"Oh bloody hell, you've got to be kidding me!" I shout.

Damon snorts.

"Rebekah? Seriously? And here I thought she had better taste," I say, absolutely disgusted.

"Look who's talking," Rebekah says, walking into the room with nothing but a bathroom robe on. She glances at my werewolf bite, which is slowly starting to heal up.

"What were you doing? Let me guess- trying to get one of Klaus's hybrids to sleep with you?" Rebekah scoffs. She leaves the room, and I turn to Damon with a confused frown on my face.

"I figured there must be a good reason as to why no one knows about you and Klaus yet," Damon shrugs. "Also figured I should keep it that way if I wanted to keep my life intact," he says.

I nod slowly. "Well- thanks," I say.

And I mean it. The first thing Rebekah would have done if she had heard about me and Klaus would have been to start gossiping about it, and it would only have been a matter of minutes before the news got to Elijah.

"Look, I know I wrecked up that measly alliance you and I had when I put Elena in danger, but I do want us to get along," Damon says.

I frown. There's not a hint of sarcasm in his voice. At all.

"Obviously, the Mikaelsons are going to be staying in town for a while, and I'd rather I have someone they trust by my side if one of them decides to come after me with a death threat for absolutely no reason at all," he says in a very suspicious manner.

That's when I remember the brief conversation I shared with Kol last night.

"You killed him, didn't you?" I realize. "You were the one who threw Kol out the window," I say.

Damon shrugs. "Probably," he nods.

I groan. "I've got more than enough things to worry about, thanks to you, Damon- Move it," I snap as I push him off the bed. I stand up, and head towards the door.