The Fiery Original - The Vampire Diaries Fan Fiction

Chapter 24: Dog Trouble

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Chapter 24

"Are we just going to ignore what happened in the forest?" Damon asked walking into the parlour after draining Katherine and locking her up in the basement.

I was surprised he was so straightforward with this but took it in stride. I knew Damon was more of a run from my problems and seek revenge kind of guy, so the fact that he stepped up was a big deal to me. It confused me, but at the same time made certain things very clear. He was curious just as I was, that much was obvious. I wasn't sure what the kiss meant to him. Was I just another girl whose heart he'd have then trash? Was I just another he would play? Would he be so disgusted of our kiss that he would just want to forget what happened?

"What the kiss? How old are we Damon? It was a kiss and there is nothing more to say about it." I said, trying to brush it off and act as if I was not intimidated by him.

"That didn't mean anything to you?" Damon asked, taking two steps forwards. "You didn't feel the sparks. You didn't feel the intensity of that kiss?"

I shook my head. "Nope." I replied taking a large gulp of my drink. I leaned back against the table behind me in order to make some distance between Damon and I.

"So you wouldn't care if it were to... let's say occur again?" Damon asked smirking.

"No." I replied shrugging carelessly.

Damon leaned in closer to me, as I tried to lean as far back as I could with the table creating a dent in my lower back.

"What are you-"

I was cut off when Damon's lips met mine. The fireworks- or rather grenades that exploded last time only seemed to get louder the second time around, but in a less violent way.

I couldn't help but enjoy the dance better the second time around. And this time, it wasn't I who initiated it, it was him. In my mind I couldn't help but hope that somewhere in all that hate he shows, theres some love. Maybe not love, maybe a tiny crush even. I just couldn't help but hope that this didn't end.

And like all good things, this had to end too.

The smashing of a window sounded through the room. Glass splattered throughout the room, breaking Damon and I apart. Two rabid wolves growled a us, getting into a fighting stance.

Damon pushed me behind him, making me scowl at his back clad in a clingy white shirt. I took a moment to imagine him without the shirt before I shoved him out of the way.

"I'm older than you, I can take care of myself. Maybe you should hide behind my back." I teased, before facing the two dark wolves. How could I let the fact that it was a full moon slip my mind.

"I think I can handle it." Damon said doing this smouldering thing with his eyes that distracted me. He got into a fighting stance, also facing the demons.

"Damon did you by any chance piss off anymore wolves?" I asked, wondering why they would come here of all places.

"How'd you know?" He asked with a smirk, clearly very proud of himself.

"Wipe off that smirk, because if one of these bites you, you're as good as dead Salvatore." I told him, just as one of the wolves pounced.

My instincts kicked in as I shoved the grey wolf away with all my strenght, make it crash into a book case, bringing it down with it as the wolf fell to the ground.

It was easy. More than easy. Taking down a few pups, I could do it.

The thing was, these were full grown wolves, probably ones that have lived with the curse for years now.

I paid attention to the wolf I was fighting, hoping Damon could handle the other one.

The stubborn grey wolf got up again, crouching down into a predators stance. Imitating the wolf, I crouched down into a more human, yet still threatening fighting stance.

The wolf and the vampires were enemies. They were the reason we had to be created. They were the reason we still had to live with a constant urge to drink ones blood. Wolves lived a life, while we lived several. It was one of the main reasons that older vampires held grudges, and it just seemed to stick as the generations passed. Wolves held grudges because vampires nearly hunted them to extinction. These particular wolves held grudges because Damon pissed them off.

I waited for the wolf to grow brave and impatient and soon it did. The wolf jumped in one fluid motion and landed right on top of me. The wolf growled in my face as I smirked.

This is the position I wanted to be in. The wolf above me, threatening to sink it's poison filled teeth into my neck. My hands, they were free above my head.

Young and stupid these wolves are.

Striking my arm out, I dug my hand right into the left side of this wolf's chest. Among the blood that was sure to stain my hands, I searched for it's rapidly thumping heart.

Once in my hand, I clutched my fingers around the organ keeping the wolf alive, and with one simple thrust out, I decided the faith of the wolf. Dead.

I pushed the bleeding, dead wolf off of me as the blood started falling on me. I stood up, cringing at my white top that was now stained in mutt blood.

That's when I noticed Damon struggling with the slightly larger brown wolf. Before I could do anything the wolf pounced on Damon knocking him to the ground. His hands were also under the wolf giving him the biggest disadvantage.

Damon was struggling, but his struggles won't produce a good outcome. I looked at him and the wolf, from all the way across the foyer. The wolf's jaw was right at Damon's neck. I knew that even if I were to get their and toss the wolf, the wolf would still have time to bite Damon. One bite, and he'd suffer a long, torturous death. I had no hope if he got bit. The only answer I'd have is Klaus, and he's hopeless.

In those few seconds, I had a decision to make. Reveal my powers, my identity, or let Damon die. A part of me wanted to let go of the a-hole who once put a dagger through my heart and buried me. Another part of me didn't want to let go of the man who I had experienced such a magical moment with. As much as I hated to admit it; Damon was a good kisser. And among all his other great -and some not so great- charecteristics, it was worth revealing myself for.

Somewhere in me I knew that if I let him die, I'd regret it.

Without anymore hesitation, I shot my hand out and watched the electric currents flow through my fingertips, and hit the wolf with great force. The wolf flew back and hit a wall in the distance. I twisted my hand and watched as the wolf's neck snapped and it fell to the ground. Dead.

My secret was out.

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A.N

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