#tvdfrick

It was nice to be able to not only sit at a nice meal with her family, but with her father’s closest friend and his family. After the meal, the oldest son Rick retired to the kitchen to help clean up and as the oldest Saltzman, Raven thought it would be kind if she helped as well. Considering the dinner was held in her honor. Taking a few plates and entering the kitchen, Raven walked over to the sink, smiling at the other vampire. “Your family is very kind. You must be very proud.”

“Will it hurt? Will it hurt? Hmm... let me think. Will...it...hurt?” Liz repeated, her hands still grabbing the girl’s throat. “Yeah. Yeah it will.” She pouted. “I’m sorry about this, I really am. It’s just it is what it is. You know? This was what fate wanted. I’ll try to keep you alive though, be grateful. Others wouldn’t.” Liz’s eyes darkened, her fangs poking out of her gums and within seconds Liz’s mouth grabbled the girl’s neck. Pulling out and licking her lips, Liz didn’t watch as the girl fell to the floor, grabbing her neck and crying in pain. Normally, Liz would have not just compelled the girl, but she’d have healed her too. Not this time. Instead, she just compelled her only. “You were in the woods, with some guy. He got a little too into the whole hooking up thing. Hence your nasty neck gash.” She chuckled, standing up and turning away from the girl only to bump into someone. Rick Salvatore. Another smile appeared on her lips. “Well, well, well. The freaks really do come out at night.”

“So..” Vic started, folding her hands in the table in front of her as she sat across from Rick in a booth at the Grill. She tried to hide her nerves by flashing a smile and clasping her hands together a little more to stop the slight shake in them. “You can totally say no. Don’t feel obligated to say yes or anything, because you don’t have to. But, um..” She rambled on, shaking her head and then drawing in a breath. “Do you have plans during Miss Mystic Falls? I’m running this year and I…would really like it if you would be my escort.”

Walking over to the empty bar, Liz could only imagine why Rick and the bartender were the only people in the bar. She silently took a seat next to him, keeping her eyes on the bottle of tequila sitting across the bar. “Two.” He ordered, taking both shots and downing them. “I need those to talk to you...” She attempted to joke, turning to face him. “Why do you do it, Rick? Why do you act like such an ass- wh-when I know you’re not... well not really.”

Maybe... But I’d rather be with Adam.

“No...n- Adam. Adam no! I can’t- it’s a bad idea! I don’t want to see him- Adam! Hello!? HELLO!? UGH! DAMNIT!” She spat as the other line went dead. She tossed her phone into the passengers seat before getting out of the car and marching to the front door of her best friend’s house. She didn’t want to see Rick but Adam had basically begged her to pick him up at his house. Sighing, she knocked slowly, praying silently that it would in fact be Adam that opened the door.