Fell In Mystic Falls | TVD [1]

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Seven | You're An Idiot, Cassandra

When I woke, I decided to go and make breakfast to stop my crutical blood craving. I turned on the coffee machine, letting the pot boil. I cut up some strawberries and made some pancake batter. I poured three circles into a pan that was sitting on the stove waiting to be used.

Whilst my head was elsewhere, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around my waist, bringing me back to reality. A head buried itself into my neck and I felt kisses being left on the exposed skin. I exhaled a soft moan at the feeling.

Damon pulled away, shoving a strawberry into his mouth, "You're making breakfast?"

"Of course." I smiled, flipping the pancakes over.

"The only reason I'm glad you're back." He smirked at me. I playfully frowned at him and pushed his arm. He let out a laugh, rubbing the area, "I'm joking."

"You better be or you aren't getting any of these." I pointed to the pancakes with the spatula.

"Hm, I love your pancakes."

Before either of us could utter another word, there was a knock on the front door. Damon gave me a curious look before he went to answer it. I took the pancakes from the pan when they were done and poured in some more batter.

Within seconds, Jeremy's voice echoed through the house, "I need to talk to you."

"And why do I need to talk to you?" Damon replied in an arsey tone causing me to roll my eyes.

"Tyler Lockwood has to kill someone to activate his curse." Jeremy told him, "He's not a werewolf yet."

"Wow, fascinating." Damon sarcastically responded before continuing, "Not enough."

"But Mason Lockwood is and he's looking for a moonstone, a special rock connected to the werewolf legend." Jeremy said, "That's why he's here."

My interest piqued at the news. Moonstone?

"A moonstone?" Damon questioned as I had in my head.

"And I know where it is." Jeremy told him.

"What's your sister say about this little discovery?" Damon asked. Jeremy didn't answer, "Oh, you haven't told her, have you?"

"Well, Elena doesn't want me getting involved in all this." Jeremy replied.

"And you're a Gilbert and you just can't help yourself." Damon stated, "Wow. Your search for life's purpose is as obvious as it is tragic."

"You going to let me in or not?"

Then I heard Jeremy walk into the house and Damon slam the door. I piled the pancakes onto a plate and placed them in the middle of the dining table, along with some syrups, whipped cream and strawberries.

I glanced into the other room where Damon and Jeremy were, "Hey, Jeremy, do you want some pancakes?"

"No, I've already had breakfast but thanks." He gave me a grateful smile. I sat down, putting two pancakes onto my empty plate, adding strawberries and syrup.

"You're missing out, Jeremy." Damon told him, making his way over to the table, "Cassie makes the best pancakes."

He took a few from the stack and added toppings to his liking. I grinned at him, shoving a forkful of the delicious concoction into my mouth.