fallen son

Fingers danced along the edge of a page, an old piece of paper in a worn out old book. She’d made some inquiries, called some people and an occult professors from around but had heard nothing definite back. She wanted to know. She wanted to know what was out there. Jenna had promised- she had made a promise and she’d keep it. While work had finished and she was supposed to be home making dinner, Jenna was never good with cooking anything and she’d ordered Chinese. With some time on her hands before she needed to get it Jenna browsed through the book she’d found somewhere jumping when she heard a sound, snapping it shut. Gasping she stuffed it in a pile of other books holding them close to her chest. “Holy shit - warn a woman next time”

She’d upset him already. Something Katherine had become pretty damn good at doing without meaning to these days. She looked over to him, squeezing his thigh slightly to bring his attention to her. “One day– maybe we can do that. Leave all of it behind and go to Chicago, relive the 20′s all over again. Or maybe we can go to Paris and live like lovers do, away from everyone else, including Stefan.” At this point in time, Stefan wasn’t of Katherine’s concern, keeping Damn happy and on her side was. “I could leave him at the drop of a hat but he’s hate me even more for taking you from him. The truth is, this has nothing to do with your brother, my love.”

Damon wasn’t sure if she was just telling him what he wanted to hear or if she really meant it. It was hard to think that a girl who had been running nearly her entire life would ever settle down with someone, let alone himself. “Lucky me, I have an eternity to wait for that day” Damon said, though his words came out more sad than humorous or hopeful. “What does it have to do with then? Whatever plans you’re up to around here, I’m not stupid enough to repeat to anyone else” He asked, mostly curious as to why Katherine seemed so keen on staying in Mystic Falls and mingling amongst the locals.

“Sounds like you have some personal experience,” Michael replied but didn’t expect Damon to give him his life story. In reality, Michael wasn’t sure of that was something that Lucifer was even interested in. Then again, Michael had been so focused on his own purpose, the idea of his brother not going along with it never crossed his kind. “Guess well have to wait and see.”

Always a gentleman, aside from when he had a major stick up his ass. Katherine appreciated the chivalrous action of holding the door open for her, it was like nothing had changed between them for a moment. Sitting beside him in the car, Katherine kept her hand on his thigh while he drove. She had found that lately a little affection with Damon went a long, long way. “No. I’m all for a romantic weekend away but I have unfinished business in mystic falls.” Her words weren’t designed to be harsh but as they left her lips they had an edge to them, like a dull blade. “Besides, like you could leave your brother all alone.”

“Unfinished business” Damon repeated with a disappointed sigh. Katherine was always up to something, always with a plan, with a mission –– something he couldn’t quite understand. All he wanted in life was to be with someone who loved him, for a century he thought that person was Katherine and he had been ignoring the signs that it wasn’t, until now. “I’d leave him alone and never look back if it meant being with you” And it was fairly true, at least it was in 1864, these days Damon was beginning to get some sense knocked into himself which was no doubt Elena’s doing. “I guess the real problem is that you couldn’t leave him” He replied, glancing down at Katherine’s hand that was rising up his leg. Reaching down he pushed it aside. Maybe it was the jealousy or maybe he was just bitter, either way Damon was quick to realize Katherine was never going to change and she was never going to love him the way he loved her.

“Good.” She mused once more, tossing him the keys. “It’s yours. You know I like my cars with a little more muscle. Unfortunately this was all Mystic Falls had to offer today.” She tapped on the boot of the car, leaning a little closer to it. “Quiet in the cheap seats thank you. We’ll get to you soon enough.” She straightened, looked over to him with a smile and sighed. “So, what do you wanna do Handsome?”

Catching the keys, Damon walked over to get the passenger door for Katherine, “You like your men with a little more muscle too” he added with a grin before heading around to hop into the drivers seat. Starting the engine, Damon peeled out of the sidewalk and got onto the road. “I think we should get some bourbon to go with the meal and then head out of Mystic Falls together” he said boldly, “I mean do we really need anyone or anything here anymore when we have each other?”

“Couldn’t bother to save a few, mate?” Marcel smirked at the stranger, fellow vampire who wore his dinner with pride. “I suppose the party can go on elsewhere. What’s alive this time of night?”Turning on his heels, he began heading away from the loud music that typically signaled a lively party, the only one he had found tonight. In such a small town, the place seemed to die down by nightfall and it did nothing for his boredom. 

“No, then I wouldn’t be living up to my selfish title” Damon said with an amused smirk as he shrugged his shoulders. “One word for you –– cheerleaders” Damon added with a grin, “Sorority row is the next block over if you’re interested, I bet they’re a lot more fun too.”

“Good.” The brunette replied, leaning against the side of a new acquired car. “lookie what I got us.” She mused running her fingers along the midnight blue candy paint job. “ Ignore the murmurs from the trunk— Our dinner isn’t quite agreeing with me tonight.”

“I was beginning to think you stood me up” Damon said with a small smile, although his words were said in jest there was some truth behind them. That was the problem, Damon never could tell if Katherine was just playing a game or if she genuine wanted to be with him. “I like the color” he said before noticing the muffles from the trunk.

Dean raised his brows at the man before nodding. “Yeah. Yeah tax season’s really getting me down. What gave it away?”

“The crows feet, they’re usually an indicator of stress.”

Michael almost snorted, “Probably. Although he doesn’t win in this story although I’m sure he’s going to try and take down as many people as he can along with him.”

“Yeah, well I guess we’ll see about that” Damon wasn’t sure when the end of the world would come along, but all he did know was that he didn’t care for any angels, Lucifer or Michael included. “Let’s see if he brings you down with him. Brothers have a way of doing that to each other.”

“Okay, you need to explain this to me - what is it with guys and the maid thing?  Why is it a fantasy to sleep with the woman who cleans your toilets?  Men are strange creatures.”  She looked Damon up and down, tapping her chin.  “I think he might have better outfits, though.”  His jab made her snort, looking at her feet for a moment.  “Uh…Caroline?  Possibly Jenna.  Just don’t ask Jeremy if I’m intimidating or not.”  Considering the idea for a moment, Elena nodded.  “What did you have in mind?”

“I never said I’d sleep with a maid, I just said hot maids can wash my clothes” Damon corrected just to be a smartass. “Ouch, that hurts, truly” He added, feigning hurt before giving her a slight roll of his eyes and a playful grin. “Besides, it’s what’s underneath the outfit that matters and I’m pretty confident with myself there.” Elena could be intimidating when she wanted to be, that Damon had no doubt about, but that only happened when push came to shove. “No way Mystic Falls Barbie is scared of you, Jenna either. Jeremy might be scared of you, especially now, but if anything that’s just a bonus” Truthfully, Damon was pretty sure Jeremy still hated him and even more so now that Elena had turned into a vampire just like himself. “What I had in mind was us getting dinner, you know, without murder. It’d be good practice for you.”

Michael did smirk at that as he moved to walk around Damon, “Trust me, if the devil gets his way, you won’t live to see the world turn into a shit show. I’m sure you’ll meet my brother eventually. Something tells me you two just might get along though.”

“So he’s the fun brother, I bet he at least has a sense of humor about the end of the world.”

“So do you know how to read laundry tags, or do you and Stefan just throw out your outfits and buy new ones?” Elena teased.  “But if you really want a laundry date, I guess I could be talked into it.”  She pursed her lips, but couldn’t keep from laughing.  “I’m very intimidating.  People have said so, multiple people.”  She shook her head.  “Never heard of it, actually.”

“Well I usually compel a really hot maid to do that for me, but this whole buying new outfits everyday deal sounds like it could work, very Diddy” Damon said with amused expression across his face. “A laundry date, careful Elena someone might think you’re coming on a little too strong” he joked, glad to know he could make her laugh so easily. “Really? Who, I’m gonna need names because you’re not very intimidating at all. I’m gonna need some proof. How about I teach you all about fun, you know, unless you want to continue living your boring life.”

Michael almost chuckled but just offered a smirk instead. “Daddy dearest abandoned the castle a long time ago. Only person in charge is me.”

“So you’re supposedly in charge, huh, I guess that means the world really is turning into a shit show. Can’t wait for all the smiting.”

“I’d rather just obliterate people until there’s nothing left. Leaves less of a mess. To each their own, I guess.”

“Sounds boring, there’s no fun in instant death. Besides, I’m sure daddy dearest could scrounge up some maids.”

“Wouldn’t know. The whole swapping blood thing makes me queasy.” It was an exaggeration but even then, Michael couldn’t understand the appeal of being a vampire anymore than someone could probably get the appeal of being an angel.

That doesn’t cut close to being my problem. Not one bit.

“Let me guess –– tax season got you, that’s your problem, right?”

“I do, but blood’s not that hard - cold water and club soda.”  Laundry tips weren’t relevant, but they kept her from thinking too hard about the blood pumping from the victims still inside.  “Then I’ll limit my disapproval to a stern glance instead of a stern glance and harsh words.  What brings you to a…Kappa party?” she looked at the sign above the door.

“I had no idea, so cold water and soda... no – club soda, you know what I’m all confused now, I think you better come by and show me later” Damon said with a grin, obviously just using it as another reason to see her. “The stern glance is actually pretty cute so I don’t know if that’s really a punishment. But if you must know, I’m just having a little fun, I know you’re not familiar with the concept but it’s nice every once in awhile.”