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Lost in the Vampire Diaries	By : esm3rald Category: S through Z > Vampire Diaries Views: 9806 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Here's chapter 3 that follows the events of 'Friday Night Bites'. I really hope you like it!
I made a video about Damon and Claire - or as I imagined Claire looks like -. It's on Youtube, it's called 'Damon Salvatore/Claire Forbes - State of Seduction'. I'd really like if you'd checked it out because I spent a lot of time creating it.
Chapter 3
OF MONSTERS AND MEN
"Sun's come up

And there's no one else around

Meet me in the shadows

Won't you tell me what you found

You've got everything to lose

Yeah I'm waiting on you"
(Where the Lonely Ones Roam by Digital Daggers)
Claire woke up Monday morning with a smile on her face. She got up from the bed, standing in front of her wardrobe to choose what to wear for the day when she suddenly heard knocking from her window - her opened window -. She turned around curious and then gasped at what she saw.
"Damon!" She looked at him, perched on the tree in front of her window like an overgrown crow, and shook her head. "What are you doing here?" She asked him, coming closer to him.
"Invite me in Claire or your mother will end up seeing me and who knows what she'll think of a man outside her daughter's window..." He was smirking, of course. It seemed he found the situation amusing.
"Fine. Come in Damon." She said while rolling her eyes at him, exasperatedly.
"Thank you." He entered inside her room with the grace of a predator and looked around himself curiously. Then, once he had finished his perusal of her room, he turned his attention towards her and stared, his gaze going up and down her form, before he whistled, loudly. She widened her eyes at that, blushing furiously when she realized what she was wearing, a skimpy black chemise and nothing else. At least it wasn't see-through.
"Get out!" She screamed at him while trying to cover herself.
"I can't! Your mother is still inside the house. And keep your voice down or she'll come upstairs to investigate!" Damon answered with nonchalance, still looking at her.
"Great! Fantastic!" She turned around and grabbed the first things she spotted from inside her wardrobe before closing herself inside the bathroom.
"Don't you want company?" Damon called out from outside the bathroom's door.
"Shut up!" She shouted in return, hearing Damon laughed at that. She took the chemise off and she entered inside the shower, breathing a sigh of relief when she felt the water cascading gently down her body. She was still red in the face, mortified at what had just happened. She showered quickly before starting to get dressed. At least the clothes she had chosen were nice, a pair of leather leggings and a long cream top paired with black high-heeled ankle boots. She applied a veil of make up on her face and she brushed her hair quickly before finally going out of the bathroom.
"You're dressed, that's a shame..." Damon complained with a pout. Claire fought the urge to smile and glared at him instead.
"What do you want Damon?" She put her hands on her hips too for emphasis.
Damon shrugged at that. "Nothing, I was bored."
"I have to go to school Damon, I don't have time to entertain you..." She looked at the clock and widened her eyes at the time. "Oh my god! It's eight thirty! I'm late! I'm beyond late! What the hell happened to my alarm clock?"
"It stopped ringing an hour ago. You really sleep like the dead, you know?" He gave her a wink at that.
"How long have you been outside my window exactly?" Claire asked him with a furious glare.
"A while. I had to wait for your mother to leave the house."
"But you just said..." Claire tried to say before being interrupted by him. "I lied." Damon said with a shrug of his shoulders, unapologetically.
"UUH! You're infuriating!" She glared at him once again.
"Actually I'm here for another reason too. I need to feed from you." He told her with a straight face like his request was perfectly normal or acceptable.
"You what?" She asked him in disbelief.
"Well, you said you don't want me to feed from the people you care about and I imagine you don't want me to feed from and kill strangers either right?" He asked rhetorically but she shook her head no anyway at that.
"Right. And I need to not attract attention to myself now that I'm so close to have Katherine back, so I'll refrain from feeding on the Mystic Falls' population. But I have to feed from someone and I thought, since we have this collaboration going on or whatever, I think this is the best solution, don't you agree?" He continued, still smirking.
"What about blood bags?" Claire asked him, maybe a little desperately, trying to find an alternative solution to the one that meant she was about to become a human blood bag.
"Oh, don't worry. I'll feed from blood bags too but I need warm blood directly from the vein to stay strong so..."
Claire took a deep breath but she nodded in the end. "Fine, just don't take too much, okay? I have cheer practice lately, and I'm the captain so... And do not stain my clothes! Blood is a bitch to clean off..."
It was Damon's turn to look at her astonished. Then he shook his head and smirked. "You really are a real life Barbie, are you?"
Claire felt offended by that. So what if she cared about her appearance, that didn't make her a Barbie. "Don't call me a Barbie ever again. And for your information, it's also in your best interest for me to behave normally, and for me to show up at cheer practice tired and with shadows under my eyes, not to mention bloodstained clothes at school, would be everything but unsuspicious."
Damon raised his hands in a sign of peace at that. "You're right! I'm deeply sorry for having called you a Barbie. You're actually pretty smart even if you're a blonde!"
"Do you have something against blondes?" Claire asked him, still offended.
"Of course not. Actually blonde cheerleaders and sorority girls are my favorites..." He did his usual thing with his eyes, causing Claire to roll her eyes at him. "You're a pig, Damon!"
"I know! So, how do we do this?" Damon asked her, rubbing his hands together. He looked...excited was probably the right word.
"How long ago did you feed?" Claire asked him, suddenly noticing his pale complexion. "You look... a little pale. Well, paler than usual at least."
He looked surprised at her words, probably not used to someone that worries about him, especially not in these kind of circumstances. "You're really strange, you know?"
Claire shrugged her shoulders at that. "I've been called worse." Then she continued. "The bed is fine I think."
"Oh, the bed is more than fine..." Damon interrupted her suggestively. Claire huffed at that but she was smiling. "I meant, for sitting on. Do you want to feed from my wrist or...hum...my neck?" Her heart had suddenly started to beat fast inside her chest. She didn't know if she was more scared or excited.
"The neck. Feeding directly from the carotid artery, I can reach the blood more easily and feed for a shorter period of time."
"Right." She took a deep breath before sitting on her bed, a little rigidly. Damon followed soon after and sat next to her. They were suddenly face to face.
Claire moved her long blond hair over one shoulder, leaving the other side of her neck free for Damon to bite.
Damon came closer to her, his face immediately changing. Long, purple veins appeared under his eyes, his eyes became red and fangs suddenly sprouted out from his gums.
Claire looked at him fascinated. It was one thing for her to see it on TV, another, very different thing was to see it happen right in front of her eyes.
"Relax." Damon whispered to her, before coming even closer to her neck. Claire shivered when she felt his lips on her neck but the sensation didn't last long. An instant later she felt his teeth piercing her skin. It hurt, a lot, and she tried not to scream, even if some whimpers escaped her mouth. Damon brought her closer to him, his arms encircling her waist. When he started to pull the blood out, she felt the difference. It was like a rush. It wasn't exactly pleasurable but it was a powerful sensation, and it didn't hurt as much. Too soon though her head began to spin and dark blotches started to appear in front of her eyes.
"Damon!" She tried to call him but her voice was feeble. Damon seemed to hear her though because a moment later she felt his fangs retracting.
"Are you okay?" He asked her softly. His voice was strangely kind.
"Yes. Just, give me a minute!" She answered. Her head kept spinning and she felt a little sick.
"I'm sorry, I was hungrier that I thought." Claire looked at him surprised at that. Damon was not one to apologize easily. Or at all actually. Except when it came to Elena, of course. "Here!" He said then, biting his wrist and offering it to her. "My blood will heal you. Just...try not to die while you have it in your system okay?"
Claire looked at his wrist for a second, undecided but then she brought her lips closer to it. She started sucking the warm fluid from it, surprised that it didn't taste as awful as she thought it did.
She found her gaze wandering to Damon and she noticed he had his eyes closed, a look of slight pleasure on his face. Claire felt a friction of satisfaction knowing that she was the one responsible for putting that expression there.
Too soon, she felt the wound on his wrist closing and she moved away, licking off the remaining blood from his skin first though.
"Thank you." She whispered, her breath suddenly short.
"You should clean up, you have blood on your neck and near your mouth." Damon said once he had opened his eyes again. He seemed a little out of breath too.
"Right." Claire got up then, a little unsteadied on her feet, when Damon's voice stopped her. "Or I could lick it off if you want."
"No thanks." Claire answered, rolling her eyes at him once again. She cleaned off quickly and reentered her bedroom. Damon was not sitting in her bed anymore but was now rummaging inside her dresser. Claire got to him quickly when she noticed him pull out a black lace bra from it. She took it from him quickly and put it in its place again. Damon smirked at her but raised his hands in surrender.
Claire looked once again at the time and cursed loudly. "Damn it! I skipped practically all the morning lessons, great! I might as well show up just for cheer practice! And I have to change clothes once again! That's absolutely perfect. And thinking that I actually got up in a good mood this morning!"
"It means I'll see you in your cheerleader's outfit?" Damon asked her with a smirk.
"No. We don't practice in our cheerleaders' outfits. And you're not coming anyway so, that's kind of a moot point."
"Oh come on. I'll drive you to school!" He pleaded, making a cute, little face with his lower lip jutting out and his blue eyes suddenly bigger.
"Fine." She relented, once again trying to suppress a smile. "You can drive me to school, ogle my teammates for like, two seconds, and then go! Are we clear?"
"Yes, madam!" He nodded, mock-serious.
Claire shook her head one more time and then reached her walk-in-closet once again. She retrieved a pair of white shorts and a simple red top with her white tennis shoes from it and she locked herself in the bathroom once again. About twenty minutes later she returned to her room, her hair pulled back in a ponytail.
"Come on, I'm ready." She noticed Damon looking at her bare legs but she didn't say anything.
"Damon" She asked a moment later, suddenly remembering the fact that he had probably come to her house on foot. "What about your car?"
"I brought it here while you were in the bathroom."
"Oh, all right." They left the house together and reached his blue Camaro. "Nice car!" Claire looked at it in awe. It was exactly as it was in the TV show but like with everything else, it was so much better seeing it in person.
"Isn't it?" He said in answer, like a proud papa. He immediately got in the driver seat, starting the engine, and Claire sat next to him on the other. Its hood was lowered and she could feel the wind caressing her face, the air was warm and pleasant. She closed her eyes, relishing in the sensation.
Too soon they reached the football field behind the school. Her teammates were all there already, stretching before practice and obviously waiting for her. She spotted immediately Bonnie and Elena talking to themselves, a little away from the others. They immediately spotted her too because she saw them widening their eyes when they noticed she had arrived in a car with Damon.
Claire smirked to herself and turned towards him. "Well, Damon. Thanks for the ride but I have to go now."
"Are you sure I can't stay?" He asked her, his face suddenly very close to hers.
"Nope." She smiled cheekily at him and kissed his cheek, just for show, since she knew their friends were watching them. Damon looked surprised at that but he didn't say anything.
Claire gave him one last look before descending the car. She reached her best friends and smiled at them. "Ehy guys. Sorry I'm late, I was...hum..busy."
She turned one last time towards Damon when she heard his engine started again and noticed him winking at Elena and obviously checking her out. Claire smiled a little sadly to herself since she knew perfectly well that no matter how much she wanted otherwise, she knew that this was the way it was supposed to go.
Right in that moment Damon turned his attention towards her and waved at her with a smile. It seemed a sincere smile too and for a second Claire stayed rooted in her place, surprised by his gesture. A second later, Damon was moving the car away from the parking lot and driving away.
Claire shook her head, almost as if she had just woken up from a dream and exclaimed out loud "All right, let's start with the double pike herkey hurdler, what do you say? And 5, 6, 7, 8. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. Ok? Keep going! Ok. Do it again from the top. And 5, 6, 7, 8. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8."

"So, you and Damon Salvatore hum?" Elena asked her out of the blue as soon as practice was over and they were in the locker room, changing.
"If you're asking if we're together... the answer is no. We're just...friends I guess." Claire tried to explain but it was a little difficult since she couldn't tell Elena a damn thing about what was really going on.
"Just friends? Really? It didn't seem that way from where I was looking."It was Bonnie this time, a raised eyebrow in her direction to express her skepticism.
"What are you talking about?" Claire asked with an innocent look.
"Well, first the way he was looking at you...or the way you were looking at him when he smiled at you. And that kiss on the cheek..." Bonnie continued with a smirk.
Claire rolled her eyes. "Trust me, nothing is going on between me and Damon. And anyway I noticed him checking out Elena so... why don't you do the third degree to Elena too?"
Bonnie at that point turned her attention towards Elena, exactly like Claire wanted. "Stefan's brother was checking you out?" She asked shocked. Elena looked embarrassed at that but she didn't say anything.
"Yep. He even winked at her. But maybe he just did it to irritate Stefan. Those two have issues..." Claire continued, trying to change the subject.
"Issues how?" Bonnie asked curiously.
"It's probably because of a girl. Right Elena?" Claire asked, turning towards her best friend.
"Right." Elena nodded then she added out of the blue. "Ehy Claire, I'm doing dinner at my place tonight, with Bonnie and Stefan, you want to come? And you can invite Damon too if you want."
"Yeah. Okay. But why are you having dinner with Bonnie and Stefan?"
"Ask Bonnie." Was Elena's only answer.
"Bonnie?" Claire asked her curiously even if she did remember why Elena had organized this dinner. The strange thing was that she had been invited. She remembered that in the TV show, Caroline had actually crashed the dinner with Damon in tow.
"Do you remember the party at the falls? When I touched that beer bottle and I said to Elena that I saw I crow and fog... Well, I had some kind of vision then. And it happened again. When I touched Stefan's hand the day before yesterday." Bonnie exclaimed, a little reluctantly.
"A vision? About what?" Claire asked her, surprised that Bonnie was revealing so much to her.
"I don't know. I didn't see actual images, they were more like... feelings." Bonnie tried to explain.
"Feelings?" Claire looked at Elena because she hadn't say anything since Bonnie started talking.
"Yeah. Bad feelings. I don't know how to explain this..."
"Yeah, and I organized this dinner because I want Bonnie to realize that Stefan is a good guy. But maybe your presence will help. I don't know about Damon's but... it seems rude not to invite him too since he's Stefan's brother and you two are apparently friends." Elena interjected.
"Elena... not to side with Bonnie here or anything but...have you ever thought about the fact that maybe Stefan isn't what he appears to be? What he wants you to think he is..." Claire asked hesitantly.
"Claire, you too. I thought you had warmed up to him. Two days ago you were encouraging me to be with him and now this..." Elena said with an exasperated tone.
"I'm not saying to stay away from him or anything. I'm just saying that maybe you should just be open to the possibility that Stefan is not exactly what he appears to be. But that doesn't mean this is necessarily a bad thing. I'm just saying to be cautious. But, you like him and he likes you so, like I said before, nothing else should matters, okay?"

Meanwhile, just after football practice, Stefan had just returned home and had just reached his room when he noticed that it was already occupied by his brother...reading his diary while sitting at his desk. Stefan gritted his teeth but Damon was the one to break the silence as soon as Stefan entered the room.
"How were tryouts? Did you make the team? Very Emerson, the way you reveal your soul with so many... adjectives." Damon mocked him, still browsing through his diary. Stefan was upon him immediately, snatching the diary out of his hands.
"What are you doing here?" Stefan asked irritated.
Damon stood up, his face turning serious "I've come to apologize. I've been doing some thinking, some soul searching, and... I want us to start over. We need to put the past behind us. You're my little brother, and if you want to live a normal, happy human life, then I want that for you. Maybe I can do it, too. That I can learn to be a non-living living person. Maybe there's hope for both of us."
Stefan looked at him, half hopeful and half suspicious, leaning more towards hopeful though. But immediately soon after Damon burst out laughing and Stefan shook his head, disappointed.
"You know, it doesn't have to be this way, Damon." He tried to reason.
Damon looked at him almost in pity. "Of course it doesn't." he stopped talking for a second before continuing. "I saw Elena today, BTW. That means 'by the way'. She was at cheerleading practice. She looked so perky in her little short shorts." Stefan glared at him at that, about to interrupt him when Damon continued. "Just... simmer down, I didn't even go near her. I've got my own cheerleader now. Claire. You know Elena's best friend right?" He asked rhetorically with a smirk. "Damn, that girl is so hot. Ooh, that reminds me... I gotta run. I have a date. Sweaty palms. Wish me luck." He finished before leaving the room.

Claire had just returned home and had entered inside her room when she noticed Damon laying on her bed, browsing through one of the books in her bookcase.
"Really Damon? Are you going to make a habit of that?" Claire asked him with a raised eyebrow.
Damon put the book down and turned around to her, like he hadn't heard her arrive. "Claire, finally home I see. Good. At what time is the dinner at Elena's house?" Damon asked with an impertinent smirk.
"How do you know about that?" Claire asked surprised.
"I read Stefan's diary." Damon shrugged his shoulders in response.
"Right. Of course you did." She rolled her eyes at that before continuing. "It's at seven thirty. But, are you sure you want to go?"
"Of course I do. And pass the opportunity to torment my little brother by making him know that I have an invite to his beloved Elena's house? Never."
"You're not going to hurt her though, are you?" Claire asked him, her tone suddenly cold.
"Relax, I'm not going to lay a finger on her."
"Okay. But please, try not to ruin dinner okay? I mean, for Elena. I don't really care about Stefan..."

Damon parked his car in front of Elena's house and Claire sighed in anxiety, this dinner was so not a smart idea.
"Relax Sunshine. This dinner will be fun." Damon said, noticing her mood. "You'll get to see Stefan's face assume different shades of red and of course the lines on his forehead will have doubled by the end of the night..."
Claire smiled slightly at that, amused by Damon's description of Stefan. She was about to descend the car when she found Damon already at her side, the car door already opened. "Uhm, to what do I own this gentlemanly behavior?"
"You're my date for the night.. and I was brought up in the 1860's. I'm a southern gentleman at heart..." Damon smirked at her and Claire rolled her eyes. "Yeah, of course. Gentleman my ass."
Damon looked shocked for a second at her words and then burst out laughing.
They made their way together to the front door - Claire with dessert in her hands - and rang the bell. A few seconds later Elena was opening the door and smiling at them.
"Hey, we were just about to start. Perfect timing as always. As soon as Stefan arrives, we can begin." Elena said with a smile in greeting.
"You know me Elena. I'm a control freak." Claire answered with a wink. "This is Damon..but of course you've already met him..." She continued a little awkwardly.
"Yep. Nice to see you again Elena." Damon interjected then. "And thanks for inviting me."
"You're Stefan's brother, and you're friends with Claire. I couldn't not invite you." Elena said with a shrug.
Damon smirked at that and answered - his gaze turned towards Claire - "Fair enough!"
The moment was interrupted by Stefan's arrival. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed Damon and said with hostility in his voice "What are you doing here Damon?"
Claire looked at Stefan and Damon - one glaring and the other smirking - and rolled her eyes. "Calm down boys. Damon was invited, Stefan. And Damon please, try not to goad your brother further!"
"As you wish Sunshine!" Damon said to her with an amused smile. Claire turned towards Elena. "Well, aren't you going to invite us in?" Elena, that until that moment was looking at the scene in front of her with an astonished look on her face, now shook it off and said "Yes, of course. Come in Stefan, Damon, Claire. It's all ready already so we can begin to eat."
"You mean you order in and put everything into plates so they seemed like homemade meals." Claire teased her with a smile.
"Claire!" Elena cried out in exasperation while swatting her shoulder playfully. "It was supposed to be a secret." They looked at each other and started laughing aloud. Claire noticed Damon's gaze on her face but didn't turn to look at him.
"You have a beautiful home Elena." Damon said to her once inside.
"Thank you!" Elena said to him with a smile and a slightly surprised expression.
Claire spotted Bonnie as soon as they entered the living room and greeted her with a smile. "Hey, Bon-Bon!"
Bonnie smiled at her but she looked uncomfortable - probably because of Stefan's presence -. They all sat together around the table filled with fuming plates and started to eat. Damon sat next to his brother and in front of her with Stefan sitting in front of Bonnie and Elena at the head table. There was a stilled silence for awhile - Damon looking amused at the tense silence around him - until Elena broke the silence. "Did Tanner give you a hard time today?" She said towards Stefan.
"Well, he let me on the team, so I must have done something right." Stefan answered with a shrug.
"Oh, don't be modest Stefan. You're a great football player." Damon said with a smirk. "I taught you after all." Stefan glared at him and didn't reply. Damon smirked at him unrepentant.
"Bonnie, you should have seen Stefan today. Tyler threw a ball right at him, and..." Elena tried to engage Bonnie in conversation then.
"Yeah, I heard." Bonnie interrupted in a flat tone and Elena deflated a little.
"Why don't you tell Stefan about your family?" Claire tried then.
Bonnie looked at her with a glare and answered towards Stefan "Um, divorced. No mom. Live with my dad."
Claire rolled her eyes and Elena interjected "No, about the witches. Bonnie's family has a lineage of witches. It's really cool."
Bonnie grimaced "Cool isn't the word I'd use."
Stefan intervened in the conversation then "Well, it's certainly interesting. I'm not too versed, but I do know that there's a history of Celtic druids that migrated here in the 1800s."
"My family came by way of Salem."
"Really? Salem witches?"
"Yeah."
"I would say that's pretty cool."
"Really? Why?" Bonnie's voice was a mix of curious and defensive.
"Salem witches are heroic examples of individualism and nonconformity." Stefan said a little pompously. Claire exchanged a glance with Damon at that and tried not to laugh. Damon seemed to have the same problem. Bonnie seemed impressed though. "Yeah, they are."
"I think it's possible my ancestors knew one of your ancestors Bonnie..." Damon said then. "Emily Bennet?" His tone was casual but it was obvious that his intent was anything but. Claire shot him a warning glare but he ignored her.
"Yeah. Emily Bennet was one of my ancestors." Bonnie looked surprised at that but was Stefan that looked the most astonished. They finished eating in silence and then moved to the living room to eat dessert.
Elena sat with Bonnie in a sofa while Damon took possession of the other and Stefan of an armchair. Claire looked undecided for a second before going to sit next to Damon.
"I cannot believe that Mr. Tanner let you on the team Stefan." Claire said just to break the awkward silence. "I mean, after what happened in class I thought he pretty much hated you." She kept rambling. "Tyler must be seething, I bet. But good for you. Go for it."
"That's what I always tell him." Damon intervened from besides her. "You have to engage. You can't just sit there and wait for life to come to you. You have to go get it." His tone was exceedingly sarcastic and Stefan glared at him with all the force of his hazel gaze.
"And Elena, not to be a bitch or anything but the game is tomorrow and you really, really need to learn your routines. I could put you in the back if you want to but you're such an amazing flier that it would be a shame." Claire apologized to Elena with her eyes but Elena smiled at her, obviously not upset.
"I'll work with her Claire. She'll get it, don't worry." Bonnie replied instead.
"You know, you don't seem like the cheerleader type, Elena." Damon exclaimed then.
"What, just because she's not blonde?" Claire replied in Elena's place. "We really have to do something about your stereotype against blondes that you have going on." Damon smirked at her, once again amused by her light banter. "Anyway Elena is one of the best cheerleaders in the team if you want to know. Besides myself of course" She stuck her tongue out at Elena in a sign of joke and then continued. "But I guess when you face something like the death of your parents a thing like cheerleading lose its significance right?" Then she winced at her normal bluntness. "Sorry Elena." Elena shook her head at her but her eyes were focused on her lap.
"I'm sorry, Elena. I know what it's like to lose both your parents. In fact, Stefan and I have watched almost every single person we've ever cared about die." Damon introduced himself in the conversation. His tone was apologetic but it was obvious that he had just said what he did just to rile Stefan up. Claire kicked him for that without being seeing, but Damon didn't even seem to notice.
"We don't need to get into that right now, Damon." Stefan said, his tone cold and his posture tense.
Damon faked an expression of apology but he was obvious that that was exactly the reaction he was hoping to get from his brother. "Oh, you know what, you're right, Stef. I'm sorry. The last thing I wanted to do was bring her up. Mmm."

"One more." Damon said, stretching his arm with the glass in his hand towards Elena Gilbert - Katherine's look alike -.
Elena turned to look at him and smiled. "Thank you." Damon pretended to give her the glass and instead let it drop before catching it quickly with one hand.
"Nice save." Elena said, laughing slightly.
"I like you. You know how to laugh. And you make Stefan smile, which is something I haven't seen in a very long time." Damon said just to get her to open up with him. He had to admit that the last thing he was expecting was for him not to feel pain while looking at Elena. After all it was like looking at Katherine's face and yet, maybe because Elena was so completely different from Katherine - personality wise - that he was perfectly able to separate the two from his mind.
"Earlier, did you mean... Katherine?" Elena asked him then, obviously having caught on what he had meant before.
"Mm-hmm." Damon nodded at her.
Elena looked at him with compassion before asking him hesitantly. "How did she die?"
Damon sighed at that, flashes of long ago memories passing through his eyes. "In a fire. A tragic fire."
"Recently?" She asked then, obviously curious.
Damon smiled ironically at that before answering "It seems like it was yesterday."
"What was she like?"
Damon smiled slightly at that. "She was beautiful. A lot like you in that department." He said towards her and noticed Elena rolling her eyes slightly at him. He smirked before continuing. "She was also very complicated and selfish and at times not very kind, but very sexy and seductive."
Elena looked at him intently for a second while passing him a plate to put in the dishwasher. "So which one of you dated her first?" She asked then with a slight smirk. Damon looked at her surprised for a second before smirking too. "Nicely deduced. Ask Stefan. I'm sure his answer differs from mine." Then after a pause he added. "I'd quit cheerleading if I were you."
Elena looked at him surprised. "Why do you say that?"
"Oh, I saw you at practice. You looked miserable." He said with a shake of the head.
"You saw that? I thought you were too busy ogling Claire to notice anything else." She said with a smirk. Damon shrugged his shoulders unapologetically and said "Yeah, well, what can I say? She looked damn sexy in those shorts. But don't change the subject. I don't think I saw wrong, have I?"
Elena sighed at that before answering. "I used to love it. It was fun. Things are different this year. Everything that used to matter doesn't anymore."
"So don't let it. Quit, move on. Problem solved. Ta-da."
"Some things could matter again." Elena said with conviction.
"Maybe. But... seems a little unrealistic to me." Damon answered with a nonchalant tone.
Elena sighed - obviously she wanted to say something but didn't know if should - then, probably finding her courage she said "I'm sorry." Damon looked at her questioningly and she continued "About Katherine. You lost her too." Damon looked at her surprised, once again taken off guard by a seventeen year old girl and he couldn't help but rethink about what had happened that morning with Claire.
Damon had to admit that he had been taken completely off guard by Claire Forbes. The first time he had seen her - at the Grill - he had thought she was exactly like every other beautiful blonde airhead cheerleader, shallow, without a single original thought in her head and, of course, the perfect prey for the kind of monster he was. So finding out that she knew exactly who he was and that she had decided to negotiate with him, was more than a little mindboggling. And the strange thing was, she kept surprising him. When he had showed up in her room that morning just to feed from her, everything he was expecting besides her being worried for him. When was the last time someone had worried for him? He couldn't remember. And the thing was, she hadn't once appeared disgusted or scared by his request. She had accepted things at face value and she had trusted him not to hurt her. Damon really didn't know what to think about her.
The moment was interrupted by the arrival of Bonnie Bennett - Elena and Claire's witchy friend - and the fact that he hadn't even noticed her presence spoke a lot about how much he was immersed in his thoughts. He suddenly heard from the other room Stefan talking with Claire and decided that it was time for him to join her side again. The idea of her spending time alone with his brother irritated him for some strange reason.
"Matt is trying you know? He's a really great guy, nice to everybody. But it's a pretty difficult situation for him you know. Elena was Matt's high school sweetheart. They had been together since freshman year and Matt was probably imagining a future with her too. He was absolutely serious about her. So you know, if he's giving you the cold shoulder is because he's still hurting. But give it time, I'm sure you'll be friends in no time..." Claire was saying in her usual bubbly way. She had the capacity to face the most serious subjects in such a blunt way that sometimes even he was surprised. But she was never hurtful or mean, just very, very honest and Damon had to admit that he liked this in her. He didn't need to worry about her sincerity. If she needed to tell you something, she would do it and that was it.
Damon was brought out of his thoughts when Stefan said out of the blue "That's a really nice scarf." He said, pointing at the red scarf around Claire's neck. He noticed Claire looking at Stefan strangely at that, even if she had probably understood what Stefan's intention really was. Damon smirked at that. If his brother hoped to find something to incriminate him, he was going to be very disappointed.
"Mm. Thank you, it's new." Claire said in answer, taking one hem of said scarf and started playing with it.
"Can I see it? I mean, would you mind taking it off?" Stefan prodded then.
Claire's gaze at that point was comically bewildered, like she was worried for Stefan's sanity - or his sexuality -. Damon really tried not to laugh aloud at that. "Hum, okay." Claire took off her scarf and handed it to him - Stefan looking at her more than a little surprised at that - and Claire asked. "Why are you so interested in a woman's scarf Stefan? Is there something I need to know? Or Elena maybe? I mean, you don't have some kind of women clothes' fetish right?" Damon put a hand against his mouth at that point, trying really hard not to make a sound. Stefan's face was priceless, absolutely priceless.
"What?" He asked with vehemence. "No. I mean, I was just...I was thinking about buying a gift to Elena and I noticed your scarf.. Do you think she would like something like this?"
"Oh. Sure. Girls always like scarves and bags and shoes. You can't go wrong with that. But you need to know Elena's shoes size so if you want to gift her with something, a scarf would be more than okay." Claire bubbled on, an amused - almost mocking - smile on her lips, obviously at Stefan's expense.
Damon decided that now was the time for him to intervene. "What are you two kids talking about?"
"Stefan was particularly interested in my scarf Damon. He wants to buy Elena a gift." Claire said with a pointed look his way.
"Hmm." Damon looked at her for a second before saying "Hey, you know, um, Elena and Bonnie are finishing up the dishes. Why don't you go see if you can help?"
Claire looked relieved at the idea of being far away from Stefan and immediately stood up. "Great idea." And she was off to the kitchen, leaving him and Stefan alone in the living room.
"So, trying to figure out if I fed from her hum?" Damon asked casually.
Stefan glared at him and replied. "I know you did. What I don't understand is why you would bother to heal her after."
"Well, believing it or not Claire wanted to avoid arriving at school with bite marks all over her neck. She said it would attract too much attention. And of course she's right." Damon answered, not denying the fact that he had fed from her but not telling Stefan that he had Claire's permission.
"They are people, Damon. She's not a puppet. She doesn't exist for your amusement, for you to feed on whenever you want to." Stefan said with another glare and an annoying disappointed look.
Damon glared right back and answered coldly "Sure she does. They all do. They're whatever I want them to be. They're mine for the taking."
Stefan sighed at that, trying to placate him. "All right, you've had your fun. You used Claire, you got to meet Elena, good for you. Now it's time for you to go."
Damon shrugged "That's not a problem. Because... I've been invited in, and I'll come back tomorrow night and the following night and I'll do with your little cheerleader whatever I want to do. Because that is what is normal to me." He said, the threat plain in his voice.

It was the next day - the day of the football game - and Claire was running around, making sure that everything was ready. She was wearing her cheerleader uniform and addressing her team mates, the last corrections to the choreography before the beginning of the game. She noticed immediately Elena and went to join her. "And you're not in uniform because..." She said with her hands on her waist. Elena looked guilty back at her.
"I'm quitting. Sorry, Claire but I can't be a cheerleader anymore." Claire sighed back at her before saying. "It's okay Elena. I understand. Just, why didn't you tell me? That you weren't having any fun anymore. I mean, I never intended to force you to do anything..."
"I know. It was me. I wanted things to get back to how they were before but... it's not working. Everything's different."
Claire looked back at her and hugged her. "I love you, you know that right? I just want you to be okay." Elena hugged her back "I know."
After a few words exchanged between them, she left Elena's side. She noticed Damon in the crowd and decided to join him. "Hey, what are you doing here? I'd never imagine you to enjoy high school football games." Damon looked at her up and down before replying "And miss the opportunity to see you in your cheerleader's outfit?"
Claire rolled her eyes at him. "You're trying to irritate Stefan, are you?" Damon shrugged at that. "Talking about my little brother, great scene yesterday, with the scarf. I never seen Stefan so embarrassed in his life. Really amusing." Claire smiled at him. "That was fun I have to admit. But don't change the subject... I'm all for you tormenting Stefan but leave Elena out of it please!"
"I'm not going to hurt her, Claire. I promised you, didn't I?" Claire looked at him suspicious for a second before nodding at him. She knew at that point that she was forgetting something - again - but she couldn't do anything about it besides trying to do damage control in case things went badly somehow. She couldn't stop things from happening since she didn't know what was going to happen.
"You better go, the game's about to start." Damon said and Claire nodded at him. "Yeah, you're right. Please, behave!" She said then before going back to the space in front of the back door of the locker room. Bonnie was there and she immediately joined her side. A few seconds later Elena joined them. "Hey! Where you been?" Bonnie immediately asked her.
Elena didn't answer her question and instead asked a question of her own. "Can I ask you a question and you give me a really serious no-joke response?"
"Of course. What is it?" Bonnie answered bewildered. Claire looked at the two of them, suddenly remembering where this conversation was going.
"The bad mojo. When you touched Stefan and you had that reaction..." Elena continued.
Bonnie shook her head at that. "You know what, forget I said that. Your little dinner party plot totally won me over."
"No, Bonnie, seriously. What was it? Did you see something, Or..." Elena looked really worried by that point. Claire looked at the two of them like it was a tennis match.
"It wasn't clear like a picture." Bonnie tried to explain "Like today, I keep seeing those same numbers I told you about... 8, 14, 22."
Elena nodded at her "Yeah?"
"When I touched Stefan, it was a feeling. And it vibrated through me, and it was cold, and it..." Bonnie stopped, shivering a little.
"And what?" Elena spurred her on.
"It was death. It's what I imagine death to be like." Was Bonnie's gloomy response.
"Elena, what happened? What brought this on?" Claire couldn't help but ask in the end.
"You'll think I'm crazy." Elena said, shaking her head.
"Elena..." Claire insisted.
"Fine. Tyler and Jeremy were fighting over Vicki, like it has become usual lately. Jeremy pointed a broken bottle towards Tyler at one point and Stefan came in the middle of them to stop them. Jeremy was pointing at Tyler but... I thought Jeremy cut Stefan's hand with the bottle, I was sure of it. I saw the blood and.. everything went so fast but I was sure of it, but when I asked Stefan to see his hand, it was completely clear, there was nothing there. There was blood in it but no wound. He said it wasn't his blood and that Jeremy missed him but I'm not so sure. I know it seems unbelievable but..." Elena stopped for a second and shook her head. "I don't know what to believe anymore."
After hearing this from Elena, Claire really wanted to tell her everything but she knew she couldn't. She promised Damon that she wouldn't tell anyone about him and Stefan being vampires and anyway it wasn't her secret to tell. Stefan needed to find the courage to tell her himself. Claire didn't like the fact that Stefan was basically lying to her best friend and that she was practically forced to do the same.

Elena had just reached her car to retrieve her jacket from it when she heard a noise behind her and turned around, slightly scared. She sighed in relief when she noticed it was only Damon.
"You scared me." She told him. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm hiding from Claire." Damon whispered conspiratorially to her.
Elena looked at him strangely at that, convinced that Damon and Claire were getting along, thanks to their similar sense of humor. "And why is that?"
"She's so excited about this football game that I'm afraid she's going to try to convince me to wear a cheerleader's uniform. Or join the team with Stefan..." Damon said with a lopsided smile.
Elena smiled at that. "Yeah, she can become a little overexcited about this kind of things. But that's Claire for you. The little busy bee."
"Well, she's still young."
"Not much younger than you are." Elena looked strangely at him again.
Damon smiled at that. "This friendship that me and Claire have going on. I don't know how much it's going to last. I think she'd drive me crazy in the long run."
Elena was quick to defend her friend, now starting to get annoyed with Damon. "Claire does have some annoying traits, but we've been friends since the first grade and that means something to me." She noticed Damon frowning at that - almost like he was angry at what she had just said - but the next moment his expression was clear and he was saying "Duly noted. I'm sorry if I make you uncomfortable. That's not my intention."
Elena frowned at him, now really annoyed. "Yes, it is. Otherwise you wouldn't put an alternate meaning behind everything you say."
Damon smirked at that- "You're right. I do have other intentions, but so do you."
Elena raised her eyebrows at this "Really?"
"Mm-hmm. I see them. You want me."
"Excuse me?" She asked, incensed.
Damon came closer to her and looked deeply into her eyes. "I get to you. You find yourself drawn to me. You think about me even when you don't want to think about me. I bet you even dreamed about me." Elena startled at that, almost guiltily. "And right now... You want to kiss me." Elena stared at him, almost transfixed for a moment while Damon came closer and closer to her. Then the next she was slapping him with all her might, right in the cheek. Damon looked at her completely astonished, like he couldn't believe he had been rejected so forcefully.
"What the hell?" Elena demanded outraged "I don't know what game you're trying to play with Stefan here, but I don't want to be part of it." She came closer to him and pointed a finger against his chest "And I don't know what happened in the past, but let's get one thing straight... I am not Katherine." With that said, she threw one last, angry glare at him and left him there, in front of her car, his astonished expression still planted on his face.

Damon looked Elena go, still massaging his cheek and wandering what the hell had happened when he heard her voice saying to his left. "So, I'd drive you crazy hum?" Damon looked at Claire and noticed with a wince that she had a pissed off look on her face. "What the hell were you thinking?" She exploded then. "Going after Elena like that? Do you want her to find out what you are?"
"I couldn't have known that Stefan had given her vervain." Damon responded irritated. Claire rolled her eyes at him. "Yes, because Stefan was going to leave Elena completely defenseless after all the threats you made against her in his face."
"Fine. Okay. It was stupid of me. I was just having some fun." Damon said with a shrug.
Claire looked at him like she thought he was monumentally stupid but he let it slide. She wasn't completely wrong after all.
"How did you know where I was anyway?" He asked her, suddenly realizing that particular fact. Then a moment later. "Did you know that was going to happen?"
Claire smirked at him. "Yep."
Damon glared right back at her. "And why didn't you warn me then?"
"And pass the opportunity to see you getting slapped by Elena? Please. And anyway no harm done, no? She just thinks you're a jerk now." She was looking so smug that it was almost cute.
"Ah. Ah. I get it, you're getting your revenge for what I said to Elena about you..."
Claire didn't deny his accusation and he continued. "I didn't meant what I said. Not really. I mean, you're kind of weird..." Claire stuck her tongue out at him for that but he smirked and went on "But I like this collaboration we have going on. Even If I still think you'd drive me crazy in the long run."
"Please, if there's one who has to worry about her mental health, that's me. You're impossible!"
"Don't you have a game to cheer for?" Damon asked her suddenly.
"Oh, crap! You're right. I can't be late, I'm the captain. Bye Damon!" Damon watched run at top speed and shook his head. Really strange girl.
Suddenly he heard his little brother talking with that blonde guy - Elena's ex boyfriend - and he decided to join him. He was still irritated because of what had happened with Elena. Taunting his brother would definitely help him feel better. He started clapping as soon as the blonde quarterback was out of the way and said "Isn't that nice? Stefan joins a team, makes a friend. It's all so, 'rah, rah, go team, yeah!'" He mocked him, agitating his arms in the air for good measure.
Stefan barely spared him a glance. "Not tonight. I'm done with you." And he was about to turn his back on him when Damon continued "Nice trick with Elena. Let me guess... vervain in the necklace? I admit, I was a bit surprised. It's been a while since anyone could resist my compulsion. Where'd you get it?" He asked, genuinely curious.
"Does it matter?" Stefan asked back.
"Guess I could just seduce her the old-fashioned way." Damon said just irritate his brother further. "Or I could just... eat her." He finished with a smirk.
"No. You're not gonna hurt her, Damon." Stefan said, his tone certain.
"No?"
Stefan came closer to him, confident in what he was saying. "Because deep down inside, there is a part of you that feels for her. I was worried that you had no humanity left inside of you, that you may have actually become the monster that you pretend to be."
"Who's pretending?" Damon asked, now starting to get irritated. Stefan had a way to get under his skin with his oiler-than-though attitude.
"Then kill me." Stefan proposed, his arms open wide in invitation.
"Well, I'm... I'm tempted." Damon replied, suddenly uncertain.
Stefan looked smug at that and in him that expression served only to infuriate Damon further. "No, you're not. You've had lifetimes to do it, and yet, here I am. I'm still alive. And there you are. You're still haunting me. After 145 years. Katherine is dead. And you hate me because you loved her, and you torture me because you still do. And that, my brother, is your humanity." He finished with emphasis. Damon saw red at that, hating the fact that Stefan could bring Katherine up so nonchalantly after what he had done. He was the reason Katherine had spent the last 150 years locked inside a tomb.
The moment was interrupted by the team's coach that had obviously noticed Stefan's absence and had decided to search for him since the game was about to start. "Salvatore!" He shouted at Stefan. "What the hell? We've got a game to play!"
Damon looked at Stefan darkly before using his vampire speed to appear behind the man "If that's my humanity..." He said towards Stefan "then what's this?" Before pouncing against Tanner's neck like a rabid animal. In a few seconds the man was dead at his feet.
"Anyone, anytime, anyplace." He said towards Stefan, his rage momentarily abated. In a moment he was gone.

Claire had returned home filled with anger against Stefan and Damon in equal measure after she had found out what had happened to Tanner. She had suddenly remembered the scene between the two brothers in the TV show, especially Stefan's words that had led to Damon attacking Tanner. Now she was trying desperately to fall asleep but without much success, tossing and turning and filled with too many thoughts chasing themselves in her head.
After more than a hour she was finally able to fall asleep before being woken up by someone caressing her cheek gently with one hand. She bolted immediately from her laying position and looked around at her dark bedroom. No one was there but her bedroom window was open. She stood up to close it and then shrugged. Maybe she had just imagined it. She went back to bed and this time she was deeply asleep in seconds. She slept peacefully all night.
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