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There was something off the whole evening.  “The Rules” stayed the rules, and there was never even a hint of intention to break them tonight.  He never even got near his bed, no matter how hard she tried or how many layers of clothing she had thrown to the floor.  He “had things to do”, though encouraged her to sleep, as if she hadn’t caught on to the abnormal behavior.  

Regardless, even if her eyes hadn’t been keen on noticing the interruption to their routine, she could no longer properly sleep without Damon Salvatore next to her.  There was no way to pinpoint the moment it happened.  Everything just flowed together and before she knew it what she had dreaded and feared for so long finally became reality.  A deadly secret she was determined to take to the grave.  She loved him.  She was in love with Damon Salvatore.  And even more absurd...she believed Damon loved her too.

Gwen’s face fell, a deep setting panic rolling through her, when she heard the front door open then close.  Immediately the brunette went to the window, seeing the familiar shadow, and just as quickly she slipped on her robe and ran through the mansion and out the front door.  

She didn’t need him to tell her what he was doing, nor did she need to begin begging him to stay.  You didn’t tell Damon Salvatore what to do.  She had memorized that by now.  But what she could do was provide him with the truth...and the truth was that.  She would find him...she would chase after him and find him.  She would bring him home and things would be as they were- because if Damon had learned anything, her words would ring true because you didn’t tell Gwen Adler what to do either.

His question causes the huntress’s throat to tighten, brown hues blinking back the heavy emotions trying to break through the surface.  “You would find me,” Gwen replied slowly.  It was all she could say right now.   She didn’t know how to answer his question.

No.  That was a lie.  She was just too afraid to answer his question.  

“I just,” Gwen began, her voice weak and afraid.  “I just don’t want you to go.  I just-”  She glances down, wringing shaky hands together.   “Let’s just go to bed okay?  O-Or we can go to my hotel room.  Let’s go there okay?  We can break the rules...I’ll let you sleep there without any other motive.  Your house is too eerily quiet tonight anyways.   C’mon...go grab an overnight back and we can even have breakfast together in the morning.  I’ll even get the coffee this time.  You...you don’t have to go anywhere by yourself.  You don’t have to leave.”

❝ thanks. ❞  she waits until the room is cleared before she says anything, fingers wrapped loosely around one of the bourbon glasses, eyes not entirely lifting to meet his. it still feels weird, being around him. especially when they’re alone. especially since she turned, and there’s all these...memories. painful ones.  confusing ones. ones that make her stomach twist into knots until she feels like she might throw up. but he’s different now. he defended her today. to her mom.  ❝ for taking care of her. ❞  liz is still in a cage. they have several more hours until the vervain is out of her system and she’ll be safely compelled to forget and move on with her life but...she won’t have the same luxury. ❝ and for not, you know, being a total asshole. ❞     

who hogs the duvet? Katherine.

who texts/rings to check how their day is going? Damon will call or text. Katherine pretends she doesn’t care what he’s up to but she’ll subtlely pop in on him.

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts? Damon. He always brings home something that caught Katherine’s eye. She’s always surprised.

who gets up first in the morning? Katherine.

who suggests new things in bed? Both of them! They’re both vampires and constantly horny so it happens.

who cries at movies? Katherine but she’ll pretend she isn’t.

who gives unprompted massages? When she knows Damon’s had a long day she will. Otherwise, she’ll insist he gives her one.

who fusses over the other when they’re sick? Neither of them really get sick.

who gets jealous easiest? Both! But Katherine hides it better unless she truely feels threatened.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music? Damon. Katherine teases him unmercifully for it.

who collects something unusual? Katherine. Shoes. A lot of shoes.

who takes the longest to get ready? Katherine.

who is the most tidy and organized? Katherine is a hurricane so Damon’ll pick up the house mostly.

who gets most excited about the holidays? Neither of them make a huge deal but Damon always brings home a tree around Christmas and they exchange presents Christmas morning while they’re still in bed.

who is the big spoon/little spoon? Katherine is the little spoon.

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports? Katherine! But Damon definitely gives her a run for her money.

who starts the most arguments? Damon but only because Katherine does something that provokes it.

who suggests that they buy a pet? Neither.

what couple traditions they have? Whenever there’s a meteor shower or a solar/lunar eclipse they’ll sit on the roof together and watch.

what tv shows they watch together? True Blood (lul) Game of Thrones and New Girl.

what other couple they hang out with? They mostly keep to themselves.  

how they spend time together as a couple? Hunting, drinking, impromptu dance parties in the living room, reading by the fireplace.

who made the first move? Katherine.

who brings flowers home? Damon. Katherine rolls her eyes but immediately cuts them and puts them in a vase on the kitchen counter.

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It wasn’t that she wanted to slug him.

Well take that back. 

There were many times she had wanted to, and today was no exception, but there wasn’t any intention to do it...most days.  But today just wasn’t a day when the huntress could continue tolerating his snarky and caustic behavior. 

And to be fair, she warned him.

“I don’t owe you anything,” Gwen shot back, giving her hand a little flick to shake out the pain.  “I warned you that you were going to get hit if you chose not to shut your mouth.  And well, you chose not to shut your mouth.  Listen next time.”

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"Damon," Her voice was defeated, sad, and weak. She didn't know what to do anymore. She didn't know how to help him or make things okay- because they weren't. Damon Salvatore...was complicated. Damon Salvatore was dangerous and destructive. But he could so easily make her forget, make her believe that he wasn't the monster who history knew him to be. Make her believe he changed. She loved him, but it was getting harder and harder to defend that love.

"We can't keep doing this. You can't keep lying to me or pretend that nothing matters to you and I can't keep chasing you or keep thinking that you'll change. This is just getting too hard Damon.

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"No."

Her voice was gentle, yet there was an underlying sense of assertiveness. Always too stubborn for her own good. Quiet steps are taken even closer to the vampire until she finds herself crouched down in front of the couch he was sitting on.

"That's not true. I know you. You don't want to be alone, and I'm not going to leave you alone." The pads of her thumbs come up to brush the back of his hands as she takes his wrists in her own. "I'm staying."

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“H-Hi baby...I’m right here.”  She features are fearful and breaking but through it she managed to give him a small smile.  Her eyes then quickly moved to examine his body, gentle and cautious hands moving around to try to find the source of the wound near his heart- surely where the wooden bullet or piece of stake would be.  But there wasn’t a single wound next to his heart...there was nothing. 

“D-Damon?”  Gwen choked out in horror, her hands now moving more forcibly as she searched for the wound causing him not to heal.  “Why aren’t you healing?  Damon where-” 

His cold hand stopped her, a gasp audibly leaving her as he rolled onto his side- the pain in his face was something unrecognizable.  Immediately Gwen reached for her phone, calling Stefan.  “I need help!  Damon needs help!  Something’s wrong.  He’s not healing!- we’re by the lake house!”

Her hands trembled as she hung up, quickly moving to cradle Damon.  “It’s okay...It’s okay.  Stefan is coming- it’ll be alright.  Just keep your eyes open okay?  Please?  I’m right here...it’ll all be okay”

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Gwen's breath hitches in her throat when she feels him grab her arm, feeling her chest ache. She had to go...there wasn't another option- there was never another option for them. This was her life, this was his life. They didn't get fairy-tale endings...and it was time to stop pretending like they would. Besides...the job needed to be put first. She'd spent enough time here...

"Please...please don't make this harder than it already is."