#tvd fics

As soon as you get back from the bathroom, your phone gets a new message. Checking it, you see it’s your best friend. 

Kai: hi princess, are you free tonight? i miss you. movie night?

You bite your lip, fighting the urge to say ‘yes’. The two of you haven’t had a night to yourselves in awhile, and a movie night sounds like heaven. Only one thing - your period has come three days early, and Kai’s a recently turned heretic. You don’t know if vampires can sense that type of blood the same way they can with venous blood, but if they can, that’ll lead to a pretty embarrassing situation that you don’t think you can handle. Not that Kai won’t be a gentleman, because you know he always is with you, but just the thought of explaining that to your best friend sounds less than appealing. Besides, periods tend to make you way more needy than usual, and that crush you’ve been harboring does not need to be revealed. 

Sighing, you type a reply. 

Y/N: i’m not feeling great today. another day?

The minute you hit send, you know you chose the wrong words. Kai answers immediately.

Kai: you okay?? anything i can help with? if you’re sad, i don’t want you alone :( 

Fuck, why’d you tell him that?

Y/N: no, i’m okay, i promise. just a stomach bug. i don’t want you to catch it

Kai: i can’t get sick, i’m a heretic now. plz let me help you

Kai: i’ll get you some soup from the grill and we can watch your favorite movie

Y/N: idk i just don’t think it’s a good time rn

Kai: oh, okay

Kai: i didn’t do anything wrong, did i?

Y/N: no! pumpkin, you did nothing wrong, i just don’t feel good

Kai: okay

Kai: you sure i can’t help? i miss you sm

Y/N: i know, and i miss you, too

Kai: do u want me to find jo and ask her your symptoms? she might be able to help

Y/N: no you don’t have to do that! i know what it is, i’m okay. it just hurts

Kai: wait, what is it?

Y/N: nothing serious, just a lil bug

Kai: i don’t like knowing you’re hurting alone

Kai: i promise i won’t talk too much, just let me come comfort you

It’s a losing battle with Kai. It always is. He’s always so adamant about keeping you company, especially at times you don’t feel well, and most of the time, you’ve given into his convincing. But in the past, he’d only been a witch. His vampirism is an unfortunate game-changer. 

Kai: y/n, please, i’m worried

Kai: take a nap if u want, just let me come and make sure you’re okay

Kai: you can use me as a pillow again :)

The needy part of your mind takes over, and you answer without thinking twice. 

Y/N: alright, but i might go to bed really early

Kai: that’s okay :)) i’ll be there in 2

Great job, Y/N. Now you’ve fucked up. How are you going to explain this??

In the two minutes that you have to spare, you burn some sage, hoping that smell will overpower the more obvious one. Your fingers are crossed that maybe vampires can’t detect periods, but you have a feeling that’s wishful thinking. The knock on your door comes sooner than anticipated. 

Despite your worries, you can’t help the happiness that consumes you when you see Kai at your door. “Hi!” You exclaim, rushing forward to hug him. 

The boy hugs you back with one arm, the other full of soup and snacks, then grins at you when you separate. “I know you aren’t feeling well, so I’ll keep my voice down and try to talk less. I just don’t want you alone when you’re sick, y’know?”

“I know,” you nod, leading him to the kitchen to open the takeout boxes. “Thank you for caring.”

“I’ll always care about you. Mhm, is that sage?”

“Yeah, sorry. I was hoping it would make me feel better.”

“It should. I mean, it’ll at least help. Is there anything else I can do?”

“Hmm, all I need is you, this soup, and a good movie, and I’ll feel okay eventually, m’kay?”

He’s unsure about the truth in your statement, but agrees anyway.

The two of you sit on your couch, soups in hand, sharing a blanket across your lap. You decided on a stupid movie that’ll make you both laugh, and try not to think too much about the cramping in your abdomen. As the movie goes on and Kai begins to get lost in it, you start to feel a little more comfortable. Maybe your sage trick worked, or maybe it is undetectable to vampires. Either way, you let yourself curl into his side, enjoying your closeness. You don’t miss him putting an arm around you to pull you closer, and the gesture makes your heart flutter. 

About an hour later, the midol you took is finally kicking in, and the pain is lessening more and more. Sighing in relief, you stretch your legs out for a second, easing those cramps, before tucking them back under you. In that moment, though, you forget that movements like those might trigger blood flow, which may then trigger the heretic’s bloodlust. And if he can smell period blood, that most certainly did it.  

With a glance up to Kai, you almost see the gears turning in his head. Fuck. 

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Mhm?”

“Do you smell blood?”

“Um, no. Why?”

Yes. Yes, you do. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. 

“I don’t know, but out of nowhere, I do.”

“Maybe I got a cut from this plastic lid?” You refer to the container you’ve been, thankfully, playing with for the last half hour.

Kai immediately grabs your hands to check. “No, no cuts.”

“Maybe it’s the neighbor?”

“Too close to be the neighbor. You sure you aren’t bleeding anywhere?”

“I’m okay, I promise. I’m not hurt.” It’s not a total lie. You aren’t hurt, you said. You hadn’t confirmed nor denied if you were actually bleeding. 

“Can I check?”

“What?”

“Check for blood? Just to be sure.”

Panic courses through your body. “No,” you blurt out. You even move a little away from him without realizing, but then immediately regret it. 

Kai tenses, “okay. I’m sorry.”

“Wait. Fuck, okay. Kai?”

“Yes?”

“Chill, Y/N, it’ll be fine.” You tell yourself out loud, concerning him even more. “Okay, I actually am bleeding, but it’s nothing you need to worry about.”

“Wait, what do you mean?”

“It’s natural, supposed to happen, but I can’t control it.”

“Please explain, Y/N. What is it? Does it hurt?”

“Okay. It’s a period, women get them every month, and like I said, it’s totally normal. They cause a lot of stomach cramping and such, which is why I was in pain earlier, but I took something for it and I’m okay now. But basically, in simple terms, when women don’t get pregnant, their body gets mad and retaliates by shedding the lining of the uterus. This results in the lining, and tissues, and blood, and some other things to be drained from the body via…” you gesture to the lower half of your body. “So no, I can’t control it, but I can stop it from leaking with pads and tampons, whatever’s on hand. But right now, the cramps and pain are gone, but the blood doesn’t stop.”

As you explain it, you see his eyes darken. The veins underneath turn to a purple-ish, black, and you think you know exactly what’s happening. 

“Can I… can I taste it?”

“What?”

“The blood.”

Hell yes, please, you want to say. But at the same time, that’s a step too far into intimacy that you haven’t taken. “Um, I don’t know.”

“It smells so good, I need it.”

You try to swallow the butterflies swarming in your stomach. “Kai, I’m sorry. You can feed from my neck or wrist, but we can’t-... I can’t-” you don’t know how to finish that sentence. 

Slowly, he nods, the bloodlust taking over. 

“Okay,” you lift your wrist up to his mouth, “drink, baby.” It’s a pet name you use for him all the time, but this time, both of you can feel something more. 

Kai licks the spot where he plans to bite, then in one quick motion, sinks his teeth into your skin. You gasp for a second, but then start to enjoy the feeling. He’s fed off you more times than you can count and it always delivers the same pleasure. 

Kai drinks for a few seconds, but detaches way too soon. There’s no way he’s full from that. 

Though, you get your answer in the form of a desperate plea, “Y/N, I need it. There’s something different about it. I can smell it, it’s so good.”

“Kai… c’mon, drink.” You lift your wrist up again, but the stubborn boy literally refuses to latch. “What about here?” You offer your neck, even tracing your hand along your jugular. 

“Just a taste, please, Y/N.”

Once again, a losing battle. His determination plus your increasing arousal at the thought of it all betrays you, and before you know it, you’re laying back on the couch, his fingertips at the waistband of your leggings. 

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Do you want me to stop?” He offers the option, even though you know he’s silently begging you to say ‘no’. 

“No,” you admit.

He looks at you with lust-filled eyes - an expression you’ve never seen before on him. “If you change your mind, I will.”

“Okay. Hey, can you put something down on the couch? I don’t want to bleed on it and have a big, embarrassing stain.”

The heretic nods, fetching a towel, then continues. He puts it under you as soon as your leggings and panties are gone, then for a minute, just stares. No blood is visible, but he can smell it. It’s strong, and mixed with the intoxicatingly sweet smell of your arousal. His heartbeat quickens, pants tighten, and he looks at you for one more consent. 

“Go ahead. I trust you.”

Kai doesn’t know whether to use his mouth or a finger first. One thing he’s never told you: he’s a virgin. Yet the need for this blood is too strong to dive into that right now, and he fights with himself before making a decision. 

“Kai, please do something,” you whine, wondering what has him waiting. The cool air on your body causes you to shiver; his gaze makes you wet. 

In a split second, he chooses to feel you first. His index finger traces your clit ever so lightly. It travels between your folds, then dips into them in such a slow motion, you could explode. You fight the urge to moan his name again, but maybe that will snap him out of whatever trance he seems to have entered. 

He’s still going gentle, much too gentle, as he feels around your walls. Seemingly exploring, as if it’s his first time. Though the idea doesn’t cross your mind that it may be, because you’re too needy to think coherently. 

“Please,” you can’t help but beg. The need for his fingers, tongue, anything, to taste you is overwhelming. 

Kai finally goes deeper. One finger is inside you, down to the knuckle. Wetness begins to coat his finger, whether it’s arousal or blood, you’re unsure. Please let it be blood, you think, and then his vampirism will take over and he’ll be consumed by it, and I’ll get some pleasure out of this. And then you immediately feel bad for thinking that. He’s exploring your body for the first time, give him a break. For all you know, the crush is mutual. 

After a minute of swirling his finger around you, he pulls it out and brings it to his lips. There’s a bit of blood, but most of it is the clear, creamy substance you know all too well. 

Kai’s afraid to ask what exactly it is - afraid to reveal he doesn’t know what he’s doing; afraid you’ll regret letting him do this. If she knows I’m inexperienced, she won’t ever want me, a voice in his mind tells him. Speaking of which, you better get your shit together. He sucks your juices off his finger, and his eyes roll back in his head. Fuck, that’s heavenly. Need more, and need more blood. The second time, he’s less slow. Two fingers enter you, they move about, coating them evenly, and then he sucks them off again. This time, there was more blood. His eyes start to turn black again, and he knows he needs better access. 

You sign in relief when Kai moves his body down, mouth making its way towards your heat. Him eating you out has been a dream of yours for months, and with the added sensitivity of your period, you know this is about to be perfect. Not even the vampirism scares you, because you love the feeling of him feeding on you, so why would this be any different?

“Need you,” you moan, bucking up your hips slightly. The action causes a little bit of blood to dribble out onto the towel, and Kai’s veins reappear.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Yes, please, Kai.” In your state, you speak without considering your words. “I love the feeling of you feeding on me. It’s euphoric, it makes me wet. This’ll be ten times better.”

The confession drives him, finally, to indulge. His first few licks are still slow as he gets used to the sensation, but then the taste of blood overwhelms him. It’s better than the blood from your neck, if that's even possible. It’s coated in the same sweet wetness that covered his finger, and seems to gush more with every flick of his tongue. The taste soon has him humming into your heat, causing you to cry out and grab his hair. You’re pulling him into you, bucking your hips against his face, panting heavily. Kai grabs onto your hips to keep you steady, helping him to maintain some control. 

“Fuck,” you hear him mutter. The vibration goes straight into your core. “You taste like heaven.” The praise makes you grip him harder. And with every tug of his hair, he delves his tongue deeper.

For a second, he begins to nibble on your clit. At first, it feels good, but then you realize he might actually bite you there. 

You giggle, “don’t bite me, Kai! Not there!”

He stops for a minute, confused. You look at him, now equally confused. Why does this seem so new to him?

“Bite here,” you poke your inner thigh. “Or here,” your lower stomach. “Or really anywhere, just not right there.”

“Okay.” Immediately, the heretic’s teeth sink into your thigh. Blood from your period has dried onto the area from his messy feeding, and now fresh blood joins with it. 

“Holy fuck,” you squeeze your eyes shut from pleasure and pain. When you open them again, his fangs are covered in your blood, dark red. His eyes and veins are still black, but there’s a pinkish tint to his cheeks. 

“You’re so beautiful,” you gush up at him. “Kiss me.”

Unlike before, there’s no hesitancy as he obeys your command. Blood from his lips seeps into your mouth, giving you a chance to taste yourself, quite literally. As the metallic taste drips down your throat, you find yourself moaning again. Kai’s lips curl into a smile. 

Then, moments later, his head is dipping back down, tongue re-entering your heat. He seems to have gotten more confidence now, alternating between slurping blood from your entrance, and sucking at your clit. His left hand covers the open wound on your thigh, preventing too much blood loss. Though you both know you have to tend to it soon. 

“I’m so close, Kai.”

He keeps pace. At times he’s on your clit, two fingers enter you, feeling your walls, and bringing you closer to orgasm. He hums again, sending more vibrations through you that are better than any vibrator you’ve ever used. Repetition takes you to your high, finally, as white spots cloud your vision. You cry out so loud that you hope the neighbors can’t hear you while your orgasm rips through your entire body.

Kai laps up your blood until you’ve finished. The second you feel yourself go weak from the overwhelming pleasure, he sits up and bites into his own wrist, bringing it up to your lips for you to feed. You take it gladly, feeling a bit dizzy, and can’t help but admire him as he watches you. Eyes, turning back to blue, but intense. Hair, a mess from you tugging on it. Mouth, stained red from the copious amounts of your blood he drank. It’s a sight that would scare most, but you’ve never been more attracted to him. 

“You okay?” His voice snaps you out of your thoughts. “I didn’t go too far, did I?”

His blood begins to heal the wound on your thigh and return your body to its normal state. “No, Kai, you’re perfect. That was amazing.”

“To be honest, I could’ve kept going.  I could drown in your blood. But I could never hurt you, so I had to stop. Plus, I didn’t want to overstimulate you too much, and I think you started to feel that way when you came.”

“Just the perfect amount of overstimulation. Like I said, you were perfect.”

He swallows, as if debating what to say next. “Um, thank you. For both, letting me feed, and letting me taste you.”

You smile, “so… you liked it?”

“What do you mean? Of course I liked it.”

“I know, but I mean… the intimacy of it.” It’s a risk, but you have to know. “I know we blood-share all the time, but never like this. Never with my… y’know.”

“The intimacy… you mean, sex?” 

His bluntness makes you blush. The sociopath’s limited emotions lead to a lot of bluntness, you’ve learned.

“Um, yeah.”

“Yeah, I liked it a lot. I mean, I’ve always wanted to go that far with you, but I was afraid you’d reject me, and then we’d stop being friends. Right now, I’m thanking whoever gave women periods and Lily Salvatore right now for these stars aligning.”

If it’s possible, you’re blushing even harder. “I wouldn’t have rejected you, Kai. I wanted you, too. More than you could know.”

“I know… I mean, I figured. Because I’ve been able to sense your heart rate getting faster when I’m near you, and even before turning, I could see your cheeks reddening and you’d stutter sometimes. But I couldn’t risk losing you because you’re the only person to ever care about me.”

“Well worry not, because I’m not going anywhere, pumpkin.”

“I think I…” he licks his lips, “oh, fuck it, I do love you.”

You had looked down because of your blushing, but his confession snaps your eyes back up to face him. “Oh my god, I love you, too.”

For a second, the two of you just stare at each other. Then, out of nowhere, he grabs your shoulders and pulls you into a hug. You squeal, let out a laugh, and turn to kiss him. He’s gentle, yet hungry for you, and the combination drives you insane. When you separate, he looks nervous again.

“Kai…?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Are you sure I was okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“The sex, or at least, what of it we did.”

“What?! Are you crazy? I’m dead serious, Kai, that was the best I’ve ever experienced.”

“Okay. Good. Because, uh…”

You duck your head, waiting for him to continue.

“You’re, uh, my first.”

“Wait, what?” 

“Um-”

“You’re joking?”

“No.”

“There is no way.”

“Is that okay? I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“Malachai-”

“Ew, don’t call me that.”

“-Parker.”

He bites his lip, looking anywhere but at your face.

“There’s no fucking way you’ve never done this before.”

“I mean, I’ve touched myself in the prison world plenty of times.” The sociopathic bluntness returns. Coincidentally, your blush also returns. 

“But you’ve never touched, eaten out, anything with a woman?”

“Not until you.”

“You’re mine,” you look him in the eye. He meets your gaze, not expecting the possessiveness. It’s usually him being overly protective of you. “You’re mine, and no one else’s, you fucking sex god.”

It’s his turn to blush, and he does so a deep red. It matches the blood staining his teeth, Your blood. “I don’t want anyone else but you.”

“Good. Now kiss me, and let’s watch this movie until you get hungry again.”

He was getting on your last nerve, it was infuriating that the scooby gang had paired you up with the homicidal sociopath. They had told you that it was necessary to have his help to find the rogue hybrid that had killed numerous people already, Kai now has Jo's magic, he could siphon away the monster's ability long enough for you to take it out without injuring.

And once again you had found a body in the victim's apartment, confirming the suspicions that you had that the murders weren't random. They were selected, chosen prey for the animal that had a hunger to rip their guts out. "Someone had a messy meal." Kai laughed, smearing the blood from the bottom of his boots onto the threaded rug in the living space.

"God Kai! Somebody's dead, now isn't the time for your sadistic jokes!" Although he struggled with emotions, he could at least have pretended to have some sympathy in your presence. The sight of blood was making you feel queasy, but you had to remain strong for the task that was at hand. "See if you can find anything that can tell us who this thing is."

"I hate to break it to you sweetheart, but we've still got nothing on this hybrid. But there is something that I want to see..." whilst he rambled you turned your back to him. It was so darn annoying how cute he was, it was a waste of a perfectly good face considering that he was anything but attractive on the inside. He was the bad guy, and you weren't supposed to like those kinds of men.

They were dangerous, and just being close to them... him, would end in you being harmed. "Boop." A finger nudged at your back causing you to roll your eyes at his antics. He never let up. "I've never met a faerie before, so tell me, can you fly?" It was the same old questions, emitted from the witch's voice this time.

This was exactly why you had tried your best to stay away from Kai without additional company - you were frightened that he would corrupt you. And there was no going back for a faerie that had gone dark, they relied upon the shadows rather than the light, and they craved power, an endless supply of it. That wouldn't be you, you wouldn't allow Kai or anyone else to unlock that side of you.

"No Kai. We don't fly and we don't have wings." Boop. He touched your back with the tip of his index finger again. "Stop. Please." But he didn't, he repeated it again and again until you finally snapped, which was a brave move on your part considering how fragile of a creature you were. "If you do that again, I'll throw you out that fucking window you- what are you doing?"

Being paired up with him was like babysitting a child you swore. "Checking how high the drop is, see if it's worth it." He smiled as he looked out of the window before something on the sill caught his eye. A red fingerprint. "Listen to me before you get all temperamental will you Y/N?" His hands were raised in a surrender, and thus you tilted your head at him. "As a faerie, what is that you can actually do?"

You sighed, knowing that Kai would uncover your special talent sooner than later. "I can see things from a perspective, if there's evidence that the person or being was there. Why?" Kai beckoned you over to him and then you saw it, the bloody proof that the hybrid had been there. It definitely was the mark of the hybrid, as there was no blood stained on the victim's hands.

You felt so happy, and you relieved, before you knew it you were pulling Kai into an excitable hug. "We did it. His name's Tony Matthews, and he's..." you felt as though you were going to puke, "killing faeries." Kai's eyes widened, as he grasped your elbows, and you surprised yourself for not feeling afraid or weary. "We have to get you out of here." He began pulling you to the exit, but you stopped him.

"Why do you care Kai? I can't exactly fly away from this, it's going to find me if he's still in Mystic Falls." You pulled your arms back, crossing them over your chest in an unimpressed manner. He rolled his eyes at your behaviour, nervously licking his lips as he thought of you being hunted. For all he knew, you could be next.

"Because- because I care about you Y/N! You're the only person who makes me feel something, and I'm not going to let you die because you're a stubborn little princess who will do the exact opposite of whatever I say!" His voice was loud, echoing off the walls as his eyes burned into you. "Now will you leave here with me, please? I need to get you somewhere safe." Kai held his hand to you, he was anxiously awaiting your reply. If you refused he was prepared to hoist you over his shoulder and take you far away, even to Portland if he had to.

"Not until I do this." Kai was about to argue his case but he was postponed from doing so when you pulled him down to your height and pushed your lips against his. The blood around you was distant from your mind, you were lost in Kai Parker, but you didn't feel any different. There was no darkness drowning your insides, only a spark of everlasting joy.

You’d convinced him to come with you tonight, and you suspect he’d only agreed to ensure nothing bad happened to you while you partied. Damon was your best friend and nothing more, though he always was very protective of you. 

It was typical of him to come between you and everyone who tried to speak to you, but sometimes it was really irritating. The whole reason you’d gone out tonight was to distract yourself from your toxic asshole of an ex. 

He’d texted you earlier today, wanting to get back together with you, to which you responded by promptly blocking him. Then, he’d texted you from a different number, which you also blocked. The whole thing was exhausting, and you really wanted to just move on with your life. Which brought you to the club.

You’d say you hadn’t come to the club looking for a hookup, but then again, maybe you had. After all, nothing had stopped you from allowing a few random men to buy you drinks, not even the warning glares from your vampire companion. It wouldn’t hurt to scare off the very memory of your last relationship, right? You honestly didn’t want to remember a single bit of it. As far as you were concerned, even the “good” parts weren’t good if they had him in it. 

Once you’d arrived at the club, it had become clear to you that Damon hadn’t gotten the memo on your plan. After he’d scared off the third man who’d asked you to dance with his narrowed brows and hard eyes, you’d been so exasperated that you grabbed the hand of the next man who’d approached and dragged him onto the dance floor, without giving Damon a chance to interfere and ruin your fun again.

Your new dancing partner was tall and definitely not bad looking. You might go so far as to call him handsome even. He had dark hair styled exactly the way you liked it and pretty eyes, too. There was something about his smile though that seemed off to you. You chalked it up to leftover feelings from your last ex. 

You began to dance, pulling on tall-dark-and-handsome’s hands. He followed you eagerly, and who wouldn’t? In your outfit you’d picked out especially for tonight, you looked hot as hell, and everyone around you recognized it. He pulled you close with a hand on your lower back and kept dancing.

“What’s your name, baby?” he asked, leaning close to your ear with a slick smile. His hands were slowly circling your waist and getting tighter as he spoke.

“Y/N,” you said hesitantly. His hands pushed and pulled you to the rhythm of the music. You let him move your body in time with his, no dance skills required on your part at all, even though you were actually a decent dancer. He pressed his forehead to yours harshly, the grin on his face becoming a bit darker. You could smell the alcohol on his breath as he ghosted his lips over the side of your head and your face. 

Wow, okay, you thought to yourself, someone’s a bit pushy. You leaned back, pulling away slightly from his advances. This guy was clearly getting a little too comfortable with your body a little too fast. He turned you suddenly so your back was pressed against his chest and began to grind your ass against his front. 

Um, no, you thought, just kidding. I don’t wanna dance with this asshole. You tried to wriggle out of his grasp, to no avail. You huffed and turned your head towards his ear so he’d be able to hear you.

 “Hey,” you said, trying to pry his hands from around your waist. “Sorry, I don’t feel much like dancing anymore.” When he didn’t release you immediately, but instead squeezed tighter, you felt your chest tighten and your breath speed up. Panic began to well up inside you, and you scanned the crowd around you for Damon, to no avail. You were much shorter than the people around you, and the fog and colored lights made it really difficult to see.

“Oh, you’re fine, babe. Just relax, and let me take care of you,” the man behind you purred greasily, hands drifting further down your hips, 

“Uh, no, let go of me!” you said, getting angry now that you were panicking over this sleazeball. He ignored your demand, pulling you deeper into the crowd, towards the center of the dance floor. “Damon!” you called desperately, hoping that his hearing would pick up your voice, despite all the background noise around you.

You felt a gust of air around you, and suddenly, Damon was standing in front of you, eyes trained on the man with his arms around you, looking absolutely murderous. 

You had no doubt that he’d rip this man apart, and you had half a mind to let him. A predator like this, walking around, preying on some girl that didn’t have a vampire best friend to save her? You hated it, but you couldn’t let Damon kill him either. He was a douchebag, but still only human. Ugh, curse your sense of compassion.

“Damon,” you said in a cautionary tone. His eyes flicked to you for a split second, understanding you were begging him not to snap his neck. He scoffed a little, and snatched you from douchebag’s grip so fast, he barely realized he wasn’t holding you until he saw you pressed protectively behind Damon’s back.

“Hey, what the fuck, dude!” he yelled angrily, stepping up to meet Damon’s eye, challenging him to a fight. “Listen, I had her first. Find your own bitch!” Damon tensed, no doubt thinking about ripping this guy’s heart or throat out. Your fingers squeezed at Damon’s sides, reminding him of your request. His lip curled up in an angry sneer, his hands balling into fists.

“No, you listen to me, dude,” Damon snarled, his pupils dilating in and out, holding a deadly stare. “You will not look, speak, or think about her again. You also will not EVER even attempt to take advantage of a woman again, understand me?”

“Yes,” he muttered mindlessly.

“Good, and if I ever see you around here, I will break all ten of your fingers and both your legs. You’ll be begging me to kill you by the time I’m finished with your sorry ass,” Damon practically spat, the vein on his forehead now very prominent, like it always got when he was angry. His eyes widened and narrowed as he emphasized his last command, “Now, leave.” 

Douchebag turned and walked towards the door as if in a trance, brushing past the bouncer posted at the exit, and disappeared. You let out the breath you’d been holding. Damon turned, gripping your shoulders tightly in his hands. His eyes softened, searching yours for any sign of lingering fear or pain.

“Y/N, are you okay? Did he touch you anywhere or hurt you at all?” He ran his hands down your arms gently, as if he was checking for himself that you were unharmed.

“No, he didn’t hurt me, just grabbed my hips a bit lower than I wanted or expected him to,” your voice just barely shook, as you tried to laugh it off. He pulled you into a comforting hug, one arm around your shoulders, the other hand on the back of your head, pressing you into his warm chest for a moment. It helped, and your body stopped shaking eventually.

When he was sure you weren’t in any pain, he pulled away and led you to the outer edge of the dance floor. “Are you ready to leave, Y/N? We can go home and watch a movie if you want. I’ll let you pick…” he tempted you, smiling softly at you, obviously still trying to make sure you were okay.

You smiled at your best friend; he really was a sweetheart. Sure, he could be a bit rash and impulsive, maybe a little violent-- okay, a lot violent-- but he really did care for you. As much as he’d annoyed you earlier with his over-protectiveness, you instantly felt better with him around you. 

You’d been shaken up, but the goal of tonight was to forget about your ex, not to be scarred by yet another asshole of a man. You weren’t that tired. Plus, you felt like if you left now, the assholes would win. You couldn’t stand that idea. No, you wanted a win for tonight.

“No, that’s okay, Dae. I’m not tired, and I’ve got you to protect me,” you giggled. “Come on, you dance with me instead.” You took his hand and tried to tug him back towards the dance floor. He just stood there uncertainly. It was funny to see him as the hesitant one; usually, he was the one looking for a good time, and he definitely didn’t mind dancing.

You finally got him to agree, after you’d both had another shot. It definitely wasn’t enough to make you fully drunk, but it was enough to make you start to feel it behind your eyes. You grabbed his hand and dragged him onto the dance floor. 

“Y/N,” Damon spoke, his grip on your waist tightening as his body moved against you, his head right next to your ear so you could hear him over the roar of the music and the crowd of people who surrounded you on all sides.

“Damon,” you hummed back questioningly, wondering what could possibly be going on in his mind. Yours was cloudy, and you didn’t think you could process anything between the sound of the music and the feel of his body behind yours. 

He might have been just your friend, but you couldn’t deny that he was incredibly hot. If you’d ever allowed yourself to think of him as more than a best friend, you might’ve fallen hopelessly in love with him. And love complicated things, which is why you never stayed long enough in a relationship to let those feelings develop. That, and the fact that you had a knack for picking shitty guys most of the time.

But Damon was different, and you cared for him greatly. The idea of him becoming just another name on your long list of exes was too much for you to think about, so you pushed any hint of romantic feelings towards him far, far down. Or at least, you thought you had. He might be just a friend, but he was still your best friend, which meant you’d had plenty of movie nights and sleepovers, which, you’d admit, probably looked from an outside perspective, like you were together. Maybe that’s what all your exes had been bitching about.

You weren’t together though; that much was clear to the two of you. With all the people you’d dated during your friendship with Damon, he might’ve dated (or at least hooked up with) more. There was nothing wrong with that, of course. It did reassure you, however, that he felt no attraction towards you. You had no doubt in your mind that if Damon wanted more out of your relationship, he’d try to get it, and he hadn’t tried.

Yanking yourself out of your thoughts, you felt Damon huff behind you, his hot breath hit the back of your neck. You looked up, but Damon’s hands spun you in his grip so that you were now staring directly into his chest. Your arms went up around his neck to steady yourself, since you felt a little off balance, but you should’ve known Damon wouldn’t let you fall. He had one leg bent slightly in between yours to stop your movements, and one hand left your waist, as he tilted your chin up with one of his long fingers.

His impossibly blue eyes bore into yours, as if he was about to compel you, though you knew he’d never do that. “Y/N,” he said again. “I asked you a question. Did you even hear me?”

You swallowed, “No, I’m sorry. What’d you say?” You leaned into him, but even you weren’t sure if it was an attempt to hear him better or just to be closer to him.

“Now are you ready to go?” he repeated, a bit louder this time. Your arms tightened around his neck, and your forehead dropped to his chest, your mind still processing his simple question in your slightly tipsy state. 

You frowned. You’d been enjoying dancing with Damon, and from what you could tell, he’d been enjoying it too. You looked up at him, catching his eyes before shaking your head, your lips pressed into a pout.

His eyes narrowed a bit in confusion as his head tilted to the side. “I thought you’d be ready to go? I mean, that perv--” 

“Damon,” you said, trying to interrupt him before he got himself all worked up over that douchebag again.

“--trying to force himself on you. Just--”

“Damon,” you said again, more forcefully. “Just dance with me, please.” You directed his gaze gently back to you with a carefully placed touch on his cheek. “Trust me, the best way for you to help me now is to get my mind off both him and you-know-who-else.”

He nodded, and you felt his grip around your waist tighten as he pulled you a little closer to his front. You felt his hips begin to sway a little more forcefully, and you were hoping, more intentionally. You let your nails drag lightly over the back of his neck and intertwine into his hair, letting your forearms rest against his leather jacket-covered shoulders. 

As the next several songs played, lights and smoky fog swirled around the two of you, creating just the atmosphere you had hoped for. The bass thudded over the speakers, shaking the floor under your feet, and you looked up into Damon’s face. You couldn’t help but smile at the sheer fun you were having, and when you caught Damon smiling too, a small laugh bubbled past your lips.

At that, Damon laughed too, and his hands came up slightly higher on your torso as he spun you back around. He left a tiny space in between your bodies this time, so your ass barely hovered over his front again. You pushed your hips back, closing the gap between you, and flipping your hair to the music. You bent forward at the waist just a bit, an open invitation for him to pull you even closer. After a second of hesitation, he got the hint, grinding his hips upward against your ass.

‘God, he’s hot. But do I really wanna risk what we have already? Shit, is that what I think it is?’ Your inner monologue was running a mile a minute, interrupted by the feeling of something hard grinding up against your ass. Seems like Damon had made the whole risk-the-friendship decision for you. 

“Fuck it,” you muttered, straightening up and leaning back into him completely, letting his body guide yours. Your hands came up, dragging slowly up your front, and wrapping around the back of Damon’s neck. You twisted your hands into his hair and pulled back. Sure enough, Damon’s head tipped back, and a tiny moan escaped his mouth. 

Ha, so he was into hair-pulling, you thanked your horny fantasies for the idea, and turned once more in his grip. You tilted his head down to look you in the eye. His pupils were already blown, and when you pressed his lips to yours, he moaned again against you, this time much less hesitantly.

Your lips moved together perfectly, like you’d kissed each other a thousand times. The kiss itself left you breathless, and when he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours, you softly breathed out. Raising your lips to his ear, you spoke over the music still pulsing around you, knowing he’d hear you despite all the background noise. 

“Let’s go. Now I’m ready, just-- take me home, please, Dae.” At your words he pulled you out of the club and into the parking lot, one of his arms still wrapped protectively around your waist. Walking quickly to the Camaro and helping you in, he spoke for the first time since leaving the club.

“Your place or mine?”

“Yours.” All you wanted right now was to be surrounded by Damon, and anything that reminded you of him: his room, his scent, him.

 He backed the car out of the parking space, turning and placing his hand on your seat behind you in that way you’d always found so hot. This time, you acted on that urge you’d always had to grab his wrist and place his huge palm on your thigh. He reacted immediately, his fingers squeezing your leg, though he never took his eyes off the road in front of him.

The ride to the Salvatore house was short, but it felt way too long. Finally, finally, Damon parked the Camaro under the carport, and helped you out of the car and up the stairs to the door. He unlocked the door, and led you into the foyer. As soon as the door closed, there was a whoosh of air around you.

Before you even knew what was happening, you were pressed up against the wall in Damon’s arms. His left arm had wrapped your legs around his waist, and the right was hooked under your thigh as you leaned against the wall for support, his hand not quite touching your ass. He pressed his forehead to yours again, before pulling back just a little.

His left arm had released your legs now that you were settled and was now pressed to the wall beside your head. He looked you deep in the eyes and spoke, his voice much huskier than it was normally. “Do you want this, baby?” You nodded, and he shook his head slightly, “No, tell me you want this, Y/N.”

“I want this. Damon, I need this, please,” you begged him, not even caring that you probably sounded whiny. “Please, just give it to me, pl--” 

That was all he needed to hear. Immediately, you were cut off by Damon’s lips pressed to yours, and this time, the kiss was much hungrier. All teeth and passion, and you let yourself be swallowed in him. Your senses were overwhelmed with Damon, everything was Damon, and he’d hardly even touched you yet. 

The wall fell away from your back, and with another whoosh, suddenly you were upstairs in Damon’s room, being held over that same bed you’d taken so many naps on. Damon threw you on the bed, and immediately you missed his warmth. He sped around the room, flipping on the light in the bathroom so you could see better, closing and locking the door. A rush of air hit you in the face, and suddenly, he was back on top of you, kissing and licking, making his way from your mouth to your jaw.

Once he made his way to your neck, he stopped, eyes closed, breathing deeply. You gasped and held your breath, tilting your head to the other side. His eyes flicked up at you as you exposed your neck to him, accentuating all the tendons and veins that you guessed were driving Damon insane. 

His eyes turned red, and veins prickled up around his eyes, you’d guessed right. He turned away, trying to gain control of himself. You reached for him, turning his face back towards you. His mouth hung slightly open, as he gasped, overwhelmed, and you could see that his fangs had descended and were glistening in the light from the bathroom.

“It’s okay, Damon. I trust you,” you breathed, guiding him back to your neck. He inhaled deeply, dragging his tongue flat along your jugular, unable to stifle his moan at the taste of you. 

“You’re so good, Y/N. So good for me, baby.” You whined in response to his praise, feeling your panties get even slicker. “Wanna taste you. Wanna taste all of you,” he rasped in your ear.

“So do it,” you gasped in response. You could feel him breathing back along your neck, feel the sharp points of his fangs scraping so gently across your skin they didn’t even break the surface. “You can do it, Damon,” you urged. You had to admit, the idea of him feeding on you was unbelievably hot. Had it been anyone else, you would’ve said ‘fuck no,’ but this was Damon, your best friend, the one you’d apparently had a crush on for a long time with the way your body reacted to him, despite your insistence that you never fell for him.

Despite your encouragement, you could tell that he was still trying to reign it in. “Damon--”  you started, but he cut you off, “Soon. I will soon. Wanna taste you somewhere else right now.”

With that, he continued his assault of kisses and nips down your body, yanking your top and bra off unceremoniously and pausing to latch on to each of your nipples equally. Swirling his tongue around one sensitive peak while his fingers teased the other, he licked and sucked until you cried out from oversensitivity. Then, he switched and gave your other nipple the same treatment, all the while rutting his hips against the side of the bed to get some relief for his now-fully hardened cock.

“Damonnn,” you whined helplessly, pushing his head off your chest and downward towards your bucking hips. “Touch me, please.”

Your whine seemed to have activated something in Damon. He raised his head to look you in the eye and chuckled darkly. The sweet and concerned Damon you’d known and seen in the club had disappeared. Now, laying on top of you, was the cocky, confident predator you knew a lot of other people saw in Damon. But you’d rarely encountered this side of him yourself.

“Oh, but princess, I have been touching you. Been touching you this whole time. Do you want me to stop?” He stood up straight, yanking on the sleeves of his black leather jacket before tossing it over to the chair at the end of his bed. His sideways smirk revealed how amusing he found your situation.

“No! Damon, just-- please!” you panted, getting more and more desperate for some kind of release. He laughed again, trailing a singular finger up and down your side to watch you squirm. 

“Patience, my sweet girl, I’ll give you what you want, but you’ll have to behave. Can you do that? Can you be a good girl for me?” You nodded furiously, but Damon just tutted, “Speak when you’re spoken to, Y/N.”

“Yes, Damon, I can be good.”

“Yes, Sir,” he corrected you, unbuttoning his black button-up and letting it hang open over his shoulders.

“Yes, Sir,” you repeated, embarrassingly feeling yourself getting wetter at the sight of his bare chest. You squirmed again and squeezed your thighs together to try and relieve some of the arousal that was now ruining your panties.

“Like what you see, do you, baby?” Damon smirked again. “And all this time we’ve been best friends, having sleepovers and movie nights, being with other people, I could have been absolutely destroying. This. Sweet. Cunt.” 

You shivered at his tone and the pure filthiness of his words, and with each word he punctuated, he took a tiny step forward, as if stalking prey, until he was standing in between your legs that hung off the side of the bed. He placed one hand on each thigh and squeezed, stilling any motion and removing any friction you’d been getting from rubbing your legs together.

You whined, resisting him, but as expected, you were no match for his strength. Lifting your hips with one of his huge hands, he found the zipper of your skirt easily and jerked it down before yanking the tight material off of you. You thanked him silently for not just ripping it off, like you knew he was perfectly capable of doing. That skirt was one of your favorites. Although, the idea of him ripping your clothing off of you was certainly one you tucked away for later.

Seconds later, your skirt was lying discarded on the floor somewhere behind Damon, and he was kneeling in between your legs. He pushed your thighs further open and held them there, his breath hot and wet on your already clenching pussy. 

The lacy material of your panties was already soaked through with your slick, and his breathing got deeper the closer he got to your core. You squirmed more as he approached-- so close to giving you what you wanted. But Damon always was one for drama. His eyes narrowed as he looked up at you with that signature smirk of his. Keeping eye contact with you, his fingers wandered, pushing your panties aside and exposing your pussy to the cool air.

Dragging his finger so lightly up your slit, he continued his teasing until finally you whined aloud in protest. “Please, just keep going-- please, Da-- Sir,” you corrected yourself hurriedly. Luckily for you, Damon chose to overlook your little slip up and agreed you’d had enough teasing. 

He yanked the damp fabric of your panties down and off your legs, tossing them over his shoulder. Spreading your lips, he dove face first into you. His arms looped underneath your thighs, and he tightened his grip on your thighs, giving himself more room to pleasure you.

He slipped one finger into you as his tongue flicked your clit, and you gasped, causing Damon to smirk against you. You fisted your hand in his hair and threw your head back at the feeling. Damon took the opportunity to slip another finger in, and you felt him slowly start to open you up.

He lifted his head up and made eye contact with you, just as his finger found your g-spot. You groaned, your back arching involuntarily, and Damon moaned at the sight of you squirming underneath him. His fingers crooked and pressed repeatedly against the spot, and he watched, mesmerized by your reaction. 

The sounds you were making were heavenly, and though he’d like to remain calm, cool, and collected, your little noises were making him hungrier than he’d like to admit. Without removing his fingers from you, he bent his head forward again, licking and nipping at your hip bones. The veins around his eyes appeared again, and when he stretched his neck from side to side, displaying the muscles and tendons, his fangs glistened in the dim lighting.

Ducking his head back down to your hips, he let his fangs drag lightly over your skin. You gasped as the faintest line of red appeared against your hip, and you watched as Damon pressed his tongue flat against your skin. He moaned at just the tiniest taste of you, and instantly, you wanted him to feed from you more than anything else in the world. 

“D— Damon, please,” the high pitched whine fell from your lips. “Please— Sir, just feed from me.” You tilted your head far to the side, completely exposing your neck to him. His eyes grew impossibly darker, and with a whoosh, suddenly he was hovering over you, jeans and boxers gone, his thick length pressed against your lower stomach. 

He intertwined his fingers with yours, pressing them against the mattress on either side of your head, and forcing you to make eye contact with him, he asked you again, “Y/N, are you sure, baby?”

In his lustful, yet almost concerned eyes, you saw your best friend, and you had never been more sure of anything. You nodded and whimpered, “Yes, please. Take me, D.”

With your reassurance, he slid his cock through your wet folds, pumped himself a couple times, and lined himself up. With a groan, he pushed into you slowly, leaving you time to adjust as he panted, forehead against your shoulder. 

“What do you need, baby?” his voice was raspy against your ear, and you shivered. “Move, please—” he nipped at your ear, “—Sir, fuck me, please,” you begged. 

“You beg so pretty, princess,” Damon whispered, as he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in. You cried out at that first thrust, thinking that nothing had ever felt that good, but then, Damon snapped his hips forward again and again, finding a rhythm that kept you moaning. Those noises you were making were going straight to his dick, and he was determined to pull them from you as long as possible. 

“You’re so good for me, baby. So beautiful, so tight, fuck, that’s my pretty girl,” he was almost rambling nonsense at this point, but it seemed like every time he spoke, he felt your pussy clench around him. 

“Damon, Sir, please,” you cried again, baring your neck to him. The heat in your core was building, and you could tell he was just holding himself back, but you wanted, no, needed this from him. The veins around his eyes that had faded a few minutes before came creeping back, and he licked his lips before licking a long stripe straight up your neck, right along your jugular. 

“Okay, princess. Shh, shh, I got you,” he hushed your cries. “Just trust me, baby.” 

Damon quickened his pace and lifted your hips up, just slightly changing the angle. He wrapped your legs around his waist, and holding himself up with his arms, he fucked into you harder, hitting just the right spot to make you scream. Over and over, he thrust into you before pulling out and flipping you over flat onto your stomach. He entered you again, and pushing your legs together, he groaned at how tight you were. Jockeyed above you, he had the perfect angle to hit your g-spot, and his shallow thrusts did just that, hurling you closer and closer to your climax. 

He hadn’t told you not to come without his permission, but the question left your mouth anyway, “Sir, I’m close. Please Damon, let me come, please!” you babbled. At your words, he pulled out again, and you whined pathetically, before he lifted you, laying you down on your back again, mumbling against your cheek, “Wanna see your face when you come on my cock.”

“Ahh— Damon, I’m so close. Please, please make me come. I wanna come for you!”

“Yeah? Wanna come for me, baby? All over my thick cock. Want me to fill you up too? Come in you till it’s dripping out of that tight, little pussy. Yeah, princess. That’s my good girl.” 

Elbows on either side of your face, he leaned over you. Grabbing your jaw, he gently turned your head to the side and brushed your hair away from your neck, leaving you exposed to him. His hips pumped steadily into you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. 

He pressed his lips hard to your neck, sucking lightly, and then more harshly. When his fangs pierced the skin, that was the push you needed. 

Your orgasm hit you with full force, fueled by the high, floaty feeling that Damon’s teeth in your neck gave you. Seeing white, you came so hard, you barely noticed when Damon pulled away from your throat, blood dripping from his lips and fangs, to watch your face as your body convulsed underneath him. 

The blood and your orgasm seemed to send him over the edge too. With a guttural groan, his cock pulsed and twitched as he came inside of you. Lapping the few drops of red left on your neck, his thrusts slowed to a stop, and he left feather-light kisses over the broken skin. 

Damon held you close, soothing you and running his fingers through your hair until you stopped shaking. You wrapped your arms around him, and he kissed your hair and then your forehead. 

“You okay, darlin’? You were so good for me,” Damon hummed. 

“Mm-hm,” you nodded, “it was so good, Dae. So good.” You yawned sleepily. Damon had worn you out, and you weren’t even ashamed. His vampire stamina was incredible, but even right now, he looked satisfied. 

He rolled off of you onto his back and pulled you close to his side. “Y/N, I’m gonna be honest with you.”

You half-sat up and looked at him. Was he really about to tell you this was just a one-time thing? 

“Y/N, I know we’ve been good friends for awhile, and that’s how you see me, but I like you a lot, always have, but if that’s gonna ruin what we have, I’ll take it back right now. I don’t care, I just can’t lose you, Y/N/N.”

“Damon,” he turned his head to look at you, and you brushed the sweaty strands of hair away from his forehead. 

“You’re not gonna lose me. I never allowed myself to like you because I thought you’d never like me, but if I’m honest with myself, Damon, it’s always been you.”

Damon took your face in both hands, bringing you up to him. He captured your lips in a perfect kiss, somehow conveying to you what words could not. You kissed him back, wanting him to know you felt the same way about him. When you finally pulled apart, he made a move to get up, and you whined, not wanting him to leave you, even for a second.

“Shh, shh, little one,” Damon kissed your hair. “Don’t worry. You’re coming with me.” He stood and leaned over you, reaching to help you up, but you wiggled away.

“Noooo,” you whined, rubbing your eyes. “Don’t wanna get up. Wanna sleeeeep.” Damon chuckled, and you kept wiggling. Suddenly, you were slipping off the other side of the bed. You shrieked, but before you fell completely, you heard a whoosh yet again, and Damon was clutching you tightly to his chest.

He snickered, “Might as well come with me. Now that you’re up and all.” You rolled your eyes at his smirk but allowed yourself to be carried over to the bathroom. Damon set you on the cold counter before grabbing a washcloth and a towel. The stone of the counter was cold against your bare skin, and you beckoned him towards you again. He stepped forward, and you leaned into his warm chest. He kissed your head before pulling back.

“You want a bath? Or I can just clean you off with this,” Damon asked, holding up the washcloth. You considered your options. You were exhausted and really just wanted to sleep, but Damon offering to take a bath with you? That might be too much to pass up. Besides, you were sweaty from the hot club, and Damon’s cum was still leaking out of you, after all.

“Bath, please,” you said, and Damon smiled. “You got it, princess.” He picked you up and set you on the toilet, “Use the bathroom first. It’s not good to keep all that stuff inside you.” You nodded, and he stepped away. He ran the bathwater and added bubbles, grabbing a couple more towels, which he placed on the counter. 

When you were done with your business, he helped you into his bathtub before stepping in behind you himself. He sat down and leaned against the cool wall of the tub, placing you gently between his legs. His heart almost burst when you leaned back against him and snuggled in, resting your cheek against his chest. 

He pushed your hair back away from your face. Cupping water in his hands, he gently let the warm water trickle over your head. Using the shampoo and body wash on the side of the tub, he gently lathered them over your hair and body, his hands tracing your skin, making sure every part of you was clean. 

When he’d gotten every area except for one, he grabbed the washcloth and urged you to lean back against him again. You did, and he reached down, gently pushing your thighs apart. “I’m just gonna clean you up, okay, baby? Is that okay?”

You nodded, and relaxed as he gently brought the washcloth between your legs, slipping it through your folds and lovingly caring for you as if he’d done it all his life. Somehow, this felt more intimate than anything you’d done in bed with him, and you felt yourself blush as he worked. He must’ve noticed it too, because he stopped, brushing the back of his hand gently over your cheek as if soothing you.

“All done, princess,” he said, so you sat up so he could get out and towel off. He pulled the plug, and as the water started draining, he took your hands, helping you stand, before wrapping you in a towel. He lifted you up out of the tub and set you gently on the mat before rubbing all over your body with a second towel. You were shivering, so he handed you a t-shirt and some boxers from his dresser. You put them on gratefully, and went to lay back down in the bed. 

Soon, Damon joined you again, this time wearing boxers. He climbed into bed with you, and you immediately curled into his side. He wrapped his arm around you, and you sighed sleepily. 

“Hey Damon?” You mumbled, yawning. 

“Yeah, Y/N?”

“Are we--?”

He chuckled as you trailed off, “Let’s have that discussion in the morning, baby. Sometime when you aren’t too tired to think.”

“Mmm, okay,” you whispered.

“Go to sleep now, angel. I’ll see you in the morning.”You sighed in response, already drifting off to sleep. Damon smiled to himself, content as he too closed his eyes. Guess sometimes he does get the girl.

A/N: thank you so much for reading!! if you made it this far, let me know in a comment, and PLEASE consider reblogging— it’s more helpful than you know. and i really can’t do anything without motivation <3

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“Bold of you to assume I was asking,” Y/N said, rolling her eyes at the hybrid, “I don't need your permission to go home,” She grabbed a tissue that Elijah handed her to wipe the blood that came from her nose because of the exhausting spell she had to cast seconds ago, “I'm not your fucking slave, Klaus, give me a break,” She got up her seat and turned to get out of the room so that Elijah would take her home, as he had offered before, but Klaus grabbed her arm aggressively, making her let out a groan.

“Are you deaf? I said you won't leave this house. You will stay here, and follow my rules,” He said, bringing his face closer to hers with a threatening look.

Elijah instinctively moved towards them, and made a move to push the girl towards him to get her brother to let go, but she gave him a quick glance to let him know that she had everything under control. As usual, Y/N knew how to defend herself and preferred to defend herself, even if she was in a weakened state. Elijah understood that perfectly, but he was always alert and ready to defend her if necessary.

“What are you going to do?” She scoffed, lifting her chin, looking at him defiantly “Kill me? I'm immortal, you moron,” She said and, before Klaus could do anything, she used a bit of magic to make him release her arm, throwing him against the wall, “I changed my mind, I'll go home alone, thanks anyway,” She said turning to see Elijah before letting Klaus go and walking out of the room, while wiping her nose again.

Klaus made a move to run after her, but Elijah was faster and anticipated it. He grabbed him by the shoulders with both hands, blocking his way until he heard that the witch had already left the place, under his brother's annoyed gaze.

“I never asked her to come into my house! And now she thinks she's a sort of untouchable goddess!” Klaus complained, roughly pulling his brother's hands off him, “Even if I can't kill her, it doesn't mean I cannot try to rip her heart out,”

“Actually, you can't,” Elijah said, adjusting the sleeves of his suit, “You won't do such a thing like lay a finger on her ever again, do you understand?” Elijah said, looking at him in the eye. He was deadly serious, and that intrigued his younger brother, who started paying attention to every little detail of his brother's expressions, “We cannot make her our enemy, not in times like these,” He said after a few seconds, looking at the sleeves of his shirt.

“She needs to know her place in this house,” Klaus said, getting closer to his brother with a playful look, “She walks around the house thinking that she can do whatever she wants, but she can't,” Klaus said, watching his brother smile gracelessly at his words “If she challenges me one more time, I will…”

“I'm warning you, Niklaus,” Elijah said in a lower tone of voice, now pointing a finger to his brother as a warning.

Elijah hated the way Klaus expressed himself about Y/N, his words always had a certain jealousy and envy towards her, and Elijah could not take much more of that disrespect when she was clearly an exceptional witch, and person in his eyes.

“Why would I listen to you, brother?” Klaus said mockingly, “A witch more, a witch less… It makes no difference to me,” Klaus said raising his eyebrows, placing a smirk on his lips.