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"Hello?" You answer your phone in a groggy voice
It's almost 4 a.m.
"Hey," You hear Damon's voice but it's strained
"Is everything okay?" You ask as concern laces your voice
You're already half way out of your bed
"Everything's great, honey," Damon chuckles while he sounds out of breath
"Are you drunk?" You exclaim
"Maybe," He says and you can almost hear him smirk through the phone, "Or something else,"
"What the fuck," You yell, "Where are you?" You ask urgently
"Home," He says and you hear the phone fall as the line goes dead
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," You repeat to yourself multiple times as you throw on a coat and run to your car
"You really know how to pick your friends," You cursed yourself, "First Kansas, now Mystic Falls," You said to yourself angrily as you get in and begin to drive
You drove well above the speed limit, it didn't really matter though
You were a trust fund baby, your parents left you a ton of money and turned vampires, leaving you a choice to turn if you wanted
That's how you knew about the supernatural world, your parents were so in love that they really did want eternity together
"Damon," You called out as you walked in the mansion
The door was hanging on to its hinges, you carefully walked through
"Oh, what brings you here," You heard Damon's weak voice, still laced with flirtatious remarks though
He was lying on the couch, blood was everywhere
You rushed to his side, a broken stake was stuck in abdomen
"What the fuck, Damon," You gasped, "What happened," You knelt beside him
"Nah," He smiled, "I'm great, just need your help with this...twig,"
You ran your hands over his skin, it was too deep to take out with your bare hands
"I can't get to it," You said hurriedly, "Tell me what to do," You pleaded
"That's kinky," Damon chuckled
"Fucking hell," Your head was swimming, "Tell me how to get this out,"
"Knife in the kitchen," He said slowly, "Cut, pull,"
You nodded and quickly went to the kitchen, finding the sharpest knife, you did the dumbest thing possible and checked if it was sharp enough on your own hand
"Okay, I found one," You said as you sat down beside Damon
"You smell delicious," He smirked and you rolled your eyes
"I'm going in," You said and he closed his eyes tightly as he nodded
You dragged the knife above the stake with pressure, maybe more than needed
His skin torn open and you pulled out the piece of wood that was lodged in his stomach
"What now," You asked as you Damon was still lying with a gaping wound
"Now, I take a nap," He said as his eyes fluttered close
You leaned against the couch as you sat on the floor
It was almost morning and you never even asked who did this to him
For all you knew, Damon had a habit of picking fights all over town
You looked down at your blood soaked clothes and went upstairs to Damon's room
You knew he should have a few clothes that would fit you, he did entertain a lot of guests
You took a hot shower and made sure that all the blood washed off of you
You found a pair of shorts that could fit you and you borrowed Damon's shirt, soon enough you fell into bed as exhaustion took over
"Hey," You felt a hand caressing your arm
You woke up groggily and found Stefan looking at you
You rubbed the sleep away from your eyes, "Is Damon okay?" You asked lazily
"Yeah, he's healing," Stefan smiled, "Thanks for coming for him,"
"Of course," You sat up, "It's not an issue,"
"I do have a request," He began and you raised a brow, "He doesn't listen to me anymore and he's growing reckless,"
"I don't understand," You started but he cut you off
"He called you, Y/N, rather than me or even Elena," He sighed, "He trusts you. Can you please just stay here for a while? Until he heals,"
You couldn't say no to Stefan and his pleading eyes, so you simply nodded
After Stefan left, explaining that he'll be gone a few days, you stood in Damon's room for a moment and closed your eyes
"Cas," You prayed, "Can you please come and help me," You asked
You heard a flap of wings and he stood beside you
"Y/N," He gave a soft smile, "It's been a while,"
"A little too long," You confessed
"Are you alright?" Cas asked, "You seem to be in good health,"
"I'm fine, but I wanted to ask if you could heal my friend downstairs?" You said carefully
He popped away and you walked to the living room
"A vampire, Y/N?" Cas cocked his head
"It's a long story," You started
"He's different from the ones that the Winchesters hunt," He concluded
"Yeah, his kind is a more...refined breed," You said thoughtfully
"Very well,"He said, "I trust you know what you're doing,"
Cas walked close and hovered a hand over Damon's forehead and in a blink of an eye, his wound was healed complete and the blood was gone
"Thank you so much, Cas," You said softly, "I honestly can't thank you enough,"
"I enjoy doing this more, Y/N," Cas said, "I have always preferred healing more than hunting,"
Before you could get a word in, he disappeared
You wrote a note and put it on the table in front of the couch
I'll be back by evening
And left
You came back by almost 6 p.m. and as you pulled up in the driveway, you could music blasting from inside
You walked in with a bag on your shoulder and saw Damon swaying to the music, with a bottle of whiskey in his hand
"What's going on," You asked slowly
Damon suddenly stood inches away from you
You could easily smell the alcohol on him
"Welcome to the party, Y/N," He said with slightly slurred words
"You should be resting," You said as you tried to take the bottle from him, dropping your bag at the door in the process
"Oh, piss off," Damon said as he rolled his eyes and walked back to the stereo
"What the fuck is your problem, you colossal asshat," You screamed
"Excuse me, Y/N," Damon turned down the music, "Inside voices," He said as he tapped his own ear
"Don't you fucking tell me to use my inside voice, Damon," You fumed, "I came for you last night when you needed me and now you're being a douchebag for no damn reason!"
You looked at him in the eyes, he squinted ever so slightly and opened his mouth but no words came out
"What?" You challenged him, "Why do you have to keep pushing everyone away?" You walked closer, "I'm sick and tired of everyone trying to somehow help you but all you do is push people away!" You yelled, "Even when they're two feet away from you, trying to help you," You sighed, "You tell them to piss off,"
You stood barely a foot away
"I don't push anyone away," Damon said
"Bullshit," Your eyes were practically lit up with anger
"What are you so terrified of?" You almost whispered, "Please, just," You took the bottle from his hand and put it on the nearest piece of furniture, "Please, let me help," You pleaded
You remembered Dean and his alcoholism, you couldn't bear to see Damon go down that path
You cupped his face and looked into his stunning blue eyes
"Why are you so scared," You asked again
"I can't have you," Damon confessed
'Wha-" You couldn't continue because he cut you off
"I can't have you because you'll always see me as a monster and you wouldn't be wrong," Damon pulled away from your touch
"I don't..." You started, "Damon, I don't think you're a monster," You held his hand to pull him back, "My parents are vampires too," You smiled
His eyes went wide because no one really knew this but you
"You're not a monster," You repeated, "You've just had a very long life and time hasn't always been on your side,"
"But..." Damon began but you cut him off as you placed a chaste kiss on his soft lips
"Not a monster, Damon," You whispered as you looked at his out of focus face
"Guess not," He smirked as he kissed you again but with more passion as his hands fell to your waist and he pulled you closer than what was possible
You tasted the whiskey on his tongue and smelled his cologne, which was so distinctly him
You broke the kiss to breathe and Damon gave another soft kiss on your cheek
"Can I take you to see the sunrise," He asked as he brushed the hair away from your eyes
You nodded and felt like maybe this was the reason you felt yourself being pulled into this supernatural life, but that didn't matter because the blue eyed man that his arms wrapped around you, was thanking every god he could think of for letting him live long enough to meet you