going to a fancy restaurant with the outsiders gang headcanons ( gn reader included)
a/n: i LOVE the outsiders, & a scenario like this has been swirling around in my head ever since i first read the book!! if u like this, feel free to give any requests for more!! ( also i literally cannot spell restaurant so if i forgot to autocorrect it once thats my bad LMAO )
this lowkey also turned out to be super long so sorry lol
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it had been a long day for everyone.
soda & steve were just comin’ home from the dx, darry came home from work, dally had been at buck’s and two-bit, johnny, pony, and you were just home from school.
usually someone made dinner. usually it was you and pony, sometimes it was soda and steve (and those nights, dinner was usually burnt or raw).
but today, dally had an idea. anytime he gets a glint in those light blue eyes, you know something’s gonna happen, and everybody’s gonna have to go along with it.
and today is no different.
his lips curl up into a smirk as he takes a drag of his cigarette, and darry just raises his brows, ‘cuz he knows something’s about to happen.
“ we should go to dinner. “
okay, not as crazy as everyone was thinking.
“ at the fanciest restaurant in town. “
now there’s dallas winston.
it’s not like it was a crazy thought. the gang did deserve something special, more so than the chocolate cake you and pony always made.
you all looked to darry for approval, of course.
a simple nod meant it was a go !!
however, the fanciest restaurant was all the way on the other side of town.
too far to walk, even for all of you, who usually walked everywhere.
“ i can drive. “
good ol’ two-bit with his trusty (albeit nearly ALWAYS broken down) car.
and when two bit smirks, it’s arguably more terrifying than dally.
but, nevertheless, it’s decided. you’re going to the restaurant, no matter what.
so everybody hops in the car.
well, more like shoves each other in the car.
dally wanted to drive. two-bit said no way. darry beat them both to the driver’s seat, so he’s the driver.
everyone is secretly glad, because dally really sucks at driving & two-bit always jokes around and swerves and then almost hits something.
that’s pretty much why his car is always broken down.
so you’re sitting in the middle of the backseat. soda and steve are on your right side, and pony and johnny are on your left. dally’s in the passenger’s seat.
two-bit is in the trunk.
it’s one of those cars where the trunk is open to the rest of the car, so he won’t suffocate.
he originally wanted to ride on top of the car, but darry dragged him down.
darry’s a pretty good driver. despite the commotion.
dally constantly turning the radio up, soda and steve shovin’ each other against the window, two-bit shouting random words in everyone’s ear just to make them jump.
you’re pretty quiet, and so are pony and johnny. they’re smoking out the window.
darry has to pull over and do a “if y’all don’t shut your mouths soon, i will turn this car around !!!!! “
but at that point you’re so close to said restaurant that it doesn’t even matter.
anyways, as soon as you park there, it’s obvious that you’re all out of place.
like REALLY out of place.
sure, it might be kind of funny, but it feels like you’re gearin’ up to be embarrassed.
but you know who doesn’t care about being embarassed?
two-bit mathews.
so he goes in, cigarette hanging out of his mouth, charges right up to the host & asks for a table.
two-bit being two-bit, of COURSE he uses a fake british accent.
“ excuse me, sir, could you be a good lad and squeeze me in for a little table ? i have... seventy people in my party. “
a blink from the host. a blank stare.
“ hahaha! just joking, of course. i have eight little lads who are right hungry!! “
the host’s brow furrows.
“ no. “
well, it’s not like it was unexpected.
everyone looks to dally, ‘cause it was his idea in the first place.
“ alright. your loss. “
and then he just walks out.
now THIS is strange.
dallas winston doesn’t usually just walk away from something like that.
however, as you’re all walking to the car, he pulls you aside, that old glint in his eyes once again.
“ lookit this. “
out of his jacket pocket comes what must be at least twenty spoons, and three plates.
“ what in the.... dally, how’d you get that ? “ you asked, because it didn’t look like he left the group at all while two-bit was horsing around.
“ don’t ask, don’t tell, half-pint. “ is all you get in response, and with a wink, dally has sprinted up to the front of the group.
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hope you enjoyed! again, feel free to request scenarios! (no nsfw, ofc) i rly love writing headcanons lmao <33
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Eternity / Damon Salvatore X OC (Parts 5-8)
***this fanfic is mainly fluff, so there is no sexual content if you are of young age, but there are talks of drug abuse, suicide, violence, gore, etc. That some may find triggering. So please read at your own risk.***
Chapter Five: Vampires
I brace myself but the pain only lasts a second. He pulls away from me quickly in a violent coughing fit.
"...vervain..." He chokes.
Vervain... I think about the tea I had earlier, one of its main ingredients was vervain for its sedative properties.
"What... a bitch..." He holds his throat in agony.
I take this moment of weakness as an opportunity to run for my life.
I hobble and limp as I run, my ankle still throbbed but the adrenaline that rushed through my veins helped me to endure it.
I don't even know which way I'm supposed to be going... I just need to get as far away as possible.
After running for a few minutes I stop and take a breather. Between all of the blood I was losing from my throat and the pain in my foot I felt as if I could pass out at any moment.
I lean myself back against a tree, or what I thought was a tree, until I hear a whisper in my ear.
"I gave you a head start but you still weren't much of a challenge... disappointing."
I try to run again but he wraps his arms under my armpits.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't end you right now?"
"Let me go!" I squirm. "If I'm not back to the cabin the others will come looking for me!"
"When? In the morning when they sober up?" He chuckles.
"Actually..." He loosens his grip. "I will let you go."
I pull away and turn to face him, he's smiling mischievously.
"Run back to your cabin and let everybody know that vampires exist." He laughs. "Just see who believes you."
Vampires.... vampires! I need to go warn the others!
I start to walk.
"Wrong direction, genius." He grabs me by my shoulder and turns me around.
Thats embarassing... maybe I should have just let him kill me.
It didn't take me long to get back to the cabin, if I had screamed loud enough they probably would have heard me.
There was no longer anybody on the deck, they must have gone inside.
I open the door and do a head count. Caroline, Bonnie, and Matt are laying back on the couch.
"Where are Stephan an Elena?" I ask in a panic.
"Oh Morgan, you're back." Bonnie smiles.
"Where'd you go?" Matt enquires.
"Where's Stephan and Elena!?" I repeat myself.
"Chill, they just went to bed together... What happened to your neck?" Caroline looks confused.
I don't even answer her question before storming into the bedroom. Stephan and Elena sat on the edge of the bed, absorbed in a passionate kiss.
"Get away from her, you monster!" My shouting frightens them.
"What are you saying?" Stephan asks. He notices the wound on my neck and his face falls pale.
"Don't act dumb. I know what you are!" I pull him up off of the bed by his shirt collar. I am small, but piss me off and I'll destroy you.
"Morgan, calm down. Let's talk about this." Stephan's eyes look desperate. "Where did you go? What happened?"
"You know what happened!" I hiss. "Damon happened..."
His eyes widen.
"That is your brother's name, isn't it? The person you were calling in the street?" I start to see red.
"Morgan..." Elena stands up. "Just breathe... allow him to explain."
"I can't just breathe...I...I..." suddenly my sight starts to close in around me and my ears begin to ring.
I feel Stephan catch me as I fall to my knees and I black out.
***
I wake up in a quiet, white room. Where... am I?
The walls were completely empty aside from a window and television. I look up to see an entanglement of cords above my head and a heart monitor that was clipped to my finger. I'm in a hospital.
I reach up to feel my neck, it had cotton taped to it and my ankle had been bandaged. Someone must have called an ambulance after I passed out.
I hear to door creek open. It was Stephan.
"Thank god you're awake." He walks over and sits on the bed beside me. "I've been waiting... I owe you an explanation."
"That you do..." I cross my arms.
He sighs, resting a hand on my arm.
"As you know, me and Damon are vampires..." He squeezes me reassuringly. "But we are not the same."
"What do you mean?" I dont understand how. They both had that same demonic look it their eyes. Like savage animals.
"First of all, I should let you know that we can read minds." He chuckles. "And I am not a demon or a savage animal."
"I knew it!" I exclaim.
"Vampires need blood to survive... but not necessarily human blood." He continues. "I get all of my blood from wild animals, I haven't had human blood in years."
"So if vampires can survive on animal blood, why would any of them hurt humans?" I'm genuinely curious.
"Animal blood isn't as 'good' for vampires as human blood... vampires that drink human blood are a lot more powerful then one's who don't."
"Then why don't you drink human blood? Is it a moral thing?"
"Yes, I guess you could say that." He nods. "Also, it's easy for a vampire to lose their humanity."
I tilt my head in confusion and he explains.
"If a vampire loses their humanity they no longer look at people as people, just as food... in your words, like a savage animal." He grins.
"All I want is to fit into human society. To meet people and make friends and act like a normal person... or as normal as I can be... because I'm desperate to keep that humanity. That's what makes me and Damon different, and that's why I want nothing to do with him." He lets go of my arm. "Any more questions?"
"What other cool stuff can you do? You know, besides reading minds and stuff."
It was scary to find out that something as dangerous and unknown as vampires roam the earth but it was also very interesting to know that the worlds possibilities could be so limitless.
"Let me think..." He rubs his chin. "We can run super fast, have super human strength, and can glamor- or control people by looking into their eyes."
"That's sounds pretty rad." I can't help but think of how amazing that would be.
"There are a lot of downsides to being a vampire too, though. Aside from the whole blood drinking part we also have a lot of weaknesses."
"Like vervain?"
He is taken aback by my small sliver of knowledge.
"How do you know that?" He raises an eyebrow.
"When Damon tried to eat me in the woods he started to choke and mentioned vervain. Then I remembered I had vervain in the tea I had earlier." I sigh. "If I had had alcohol like I planned originally I would have been screwed up the wazoo. But that incident on the road really scared me, I didn't want to impaire myself."
"I was wondering how you made it out alive, Damon is very powerful."
"But it wasn't necessarily the vervain that saved me, it just gave me a second chance... He caught me again afterward and decided to let me go."
"Just to screw with me..." He furrows his brows in thought.
"What is all of that about anyway? He mentioned something about 'an eternity of suffering?'" I can't help but ask.
"I think I've said enough for tonight..." He sighs and gets up. "You rest up for the remainder of the night, the doctor said you should be good to leave in the morning."
And with that being said he leaves.
I really hope I didn't upset him. I didn't mean to pry so much but I can't help but be intrigued.
I wonder if I'll be able to rest with all of this newfound knowledge... I close my eyes once again and to my suprise I do just that.
Chapter Six: Easy Money
I was finally home again.
Somebody had brought my luggage up from the cabin and laid it in my porch for me.
The last thing I expected on my mini vacation was to end up in the hospital. I'm just not meant to catch a break.
My phone vibrates in my back pocket and I pull it out to check it.
It's a text from my manager.
"Hey Morgan, I know it's your day off but one of the girls quit and we're slammed. Im not working the bar alone. I need you here ASAP."
I roll my eyes. I can't stand her.
"Alright. Be there in a few."
As much as I'd like to tell her to screw off I've already missed a few days of work and I can't afford to let any more shifts go.
I carefully make my way up the stairs- my ankle was still kind of janky. I take a quick shower and throw on my uniform before heading to work.
She was right, the bar was packed. I notice there is a row of motorcycles parked in the front lot. Oh joy.
Sometimes we'll get a group of bikers or truckers visit the bar for a cheap drink and it is always a terrible time. They treat you like shit and never leave a tip. The thought makes me want to vomit.
I walk in to my manager frantically handing out drinks. It looks good on her. She loved to boss others around but never did any of the dirty work.
"Morgan, thank God you're here. I can't take much more." She hands me the drink that she had partially mixed. "I need a cigarette."
She pushes past me, heading out the back door. Her smoke breaks were always painfully long.
"Hey! Anybody work here or what?" A man shouts.
I pull on my apron and start to serve all of the men at the bar one by one. I was quick and I always handled a crowd well, although I hated every minute of it.
As I serve the last beer my manager comes back from her break, how convenient for her. I walk back behind the bar and lean on it, desperate to give my ankle a spell.
"Morgan, you get paid to work not laze around." My manager crosses her arms.
"But I've got everybody served." I retort.
"That doesn't mean there's no work to do. Sweep or clean the counter tops, there is always something to do." She heads toward her office. "Now that its slowing down I'm going to go do some paperwork. Keep busy, I'll be watching."
I pick up a cloth and start cleaning some glasses. I would love nothing more then to slap her in her stupid face right now.
"Then why don't you do it?"
I hear a voice at the bar beside me, to my shock- it was Damon once again.
I heart skipped a beat. Who does he think he is showing his face infront of me after what he did?
"Stay out of my head." I know now for a fact he can read my mind and that makes me angry. "What are you even doing here!?"
"I just decided to stop by for another glass of bourbon." He grins.
"That's bullshit."
"Alright, alright." He chuckles. "I came to see you."
"You came, you saw, now you leave." I growl.
He completely ignores me.
"Seeings as your here and not in a padded room im assuming last night went well?" He smirks.
"You've got balls showing your face around here after trying to..." I whisper. "Kill me."
"Well, now that the vervain is out of your system I figured I'd finish the job." He grabs me by my arm. "Right here, right now."
"You wouldn't dare hurt me in public. This bar is packed."
"Sweetheart, I'm not worried about witnesses... every lowlife in this bar could drop like a fly if I felt like it."
I pull my arm away.
"Don't you have any other girls to torture? Why me?" I hiss.
"I could have any woman i want..." He rests his chin on his hands. "But something about getting under your skin brings me an immense amount of pleasure."
I grip tightly onto the glass in my hand, debating whether or not I should crack it over his head.
"Stop talking to your boyfriend, your on the clock and there are people that need refills." My manager comes out from her office and snaps at me.
"He's not my boyfriend!"I grit my teeth.
"Yes, I'm not." Damon chimes in. "But I am a very dissatisfied customer. Are you the manager?"
"Yes I am." She puts her hands on her hips, approaching us. "What seems to be the problem?"
Damon stands up and leans across the bar, staring intently into her eyes.
"What's you're name, Mrs. Manager?" He asks, not breaking eye contact.
"Liza." She answers. She looks almost in a zombie-like state.
"Well, dear Liza..." Damon continues. "I think you should work the bar alone tonight."
"I can't-" before she is able to finish speaking Damon puts a finger up to his lips and she immediately shuts up. I notice had has a ring with a blue stone on it like the one Stephan wore.
"Yes you can, and you will." He grins. "Because your cute little bartender is leaving with me."
"No way!" I step in. "I can't afford to lose another shift. If I'm behind on anymore rent I'm going to lose my house."
Damon picks up my tip cup and lays it infront of my manager.
"All of the money you make tonight will go in this cup, understand?"
She nods in approval and my jaw drops.
"Perfect!" He finally breaks eye contact and my manager rushes to man the bar. It was outstanding, but also pretty scary.
"Come!" He spoke to me like a dog. How irritating.
"Why should I go anywhere with you?"
"Well, you can come willingly or I'll make you as I did your manager. Your choice." He smirks and extends a hand toward me.
I groan and take it.
"Fine, but you better not try anything stupid. I have vervain on me and I'm not afraid to use it."
"Ooo, I'm so scared." He giggles and drags me out of the bar.
"What is your deal anyway?" I inquire as we walk down the sidewalk.
"When you've been alive for so long your life gets a little... boring..." He shrugs. "You gotta figure out some way to spice it up."
"Why don't you just pick up a hobby like a normal person." I cross my arms.
"That's lame." He changes the subject. "So what do you like to do besides work?"
I'm unsure of what to say, his interest in me takes me off guard.
"I don't know... I like to read sometimes."
"What do you read, anything good?"
"Not really." I love reading fantasy novels, they have always been an escape for me. My favorite being the 'Twilight' Series by Stephanie Meyer.
"You like Twilight?" He bursts into laughter.
"I told you to stay out of my head!" All of my blood rushes to my cheeks and I feel like jumping into traffic.
"Those books are total BS. They make vampires sound like pansies."
"I think the're good!" I retort.
"Ah, you must be one of those 'hopeless romantics'." He uses finger quotes as he speaks.
"I have standards, that's all." I huff.
"Do I meet those standards?" He looks at me and I furrow my brows.
"Obviously not."
"Hmm..." he scratches his chin. "I guess I'll have to change that."
We fall silent for a second and something comes to mind.
"So why are you and Stephan able to walk out in the sunlight?"
He seems lost in thought but my question brings him back into the moment.
"What, am I not sparkling enough for you?" He jokes and I frown.
"I'm serious. I want to know."
He smiles, my interest seems to excite him.
"In short, we can't." He sighs. "If we go out into the sunlight without a special item -enchanted by a witch- we would burst into flames in a second."
Enchanted item...
"It's the rings, isn't it?"
He is surprised by my bluntness.
"How'd you know?"
"Well both you and Stephan wear one, and you've made it quite obvious that they arnt friendship rings."
"You're pretty keen." He teases."Most women I meet are too blinded by my devilish good looks to notice such small things."
"Mmhm." I nod sarcasticly.
"So where are we going anyway?" I can't help but ask.
"I dont know yet." He tilts his head in thought. "Perhaps we can get something to eat, I know you like food."
"What do you mean by that?" I snort.
"Well I did watch you devour a whole pie in seconds."
"You saw that!?"
"Yep. I went to the picnic to bug Stephan but I ended up staying for the show."
My face becomes flushed once again and I cover my cheeks with my hands.
"I know the perfect place."
He looks down at my injured ankle, I must have been walking to slow for his liking.
"Let's go!" He wraps an arm around my waist and we are gone before I am able to blink.
Chapter Seven: Mystic Grill
I open my eyes and we are already there... 'The Mystic Grill'.
In spite of it being such a popular hang out in town I've never been there before. Mainly because I was too chicken to go in and eat by myself.
Damon gives me a pat on the back and I notice I had been gripping tightly onto his jacket. He grins as I let go and straighten it out for him. Why I'm so awkward I'll never know.
I take in my surroundings as we go inside. It was nothing spectacular but also a huge step up from the dump I work in. It was quiet, we were the only ones here... which was odd but It was a Sunday afternoon.
Damon picks out a booth in the corner and we sit. Vicki walks out of the back and hands us menus. I read through it carefully.
I get a weird feeling and glace over the top of my menu, Damon is staring at me.
"Arnt you going to order anything? Or can you not eat... like, human food?" I try to distract from the uneasiness I felt.
"Obviously!" He laughs. "I just know what I want."
I don't really understand how that works and I try to put two and two together in my mind when I am interrupted by Vicki once again.
"So, what will it be?" She asks.
"I'll have the usual." Damon says and she nods.
"What about you?" She looks in my direction.
"Ummm..." I hadn't really made up my mind. "Suprise me. I'm not picky."
She scribbles something down onto her notepad and walks back onto the kitchen.
"So..." I try to break the tension. "How long are you planning on staying in Mystic Falls?"
"Indefinatly." He replies matter-of-factly.
"So you've decided to stay?" I scoff. "I'm sure Stefan will appreciate that."
"He doesn't have much of a say in it." He leans back, resting his arms on the back of the booth. "By rights his house is also mine, and he couldn't kick me out if he wanted to. He's not strong enough."
I want to ask why he and Stefan are always butting heads but I remeber Stefan's reaction at the hospital and decide to leave it alone.
Vicki comes back, laying our drinks infront of us and walking into the back again. I examine my glass.
Is this?... I sniff it. It is. It's an old fashioned. I wrinkle my nose.
"What's wrong?" Damon chuckles.
"Isn't it a bit early for bourbon?" I don't think my stomach could take it, I haven't even had breakfast. But I guess I did ask for a suprise.
"Thats mine." He laughs, taking the glass of soda infront of him and switching it.
Ugh, he must have a strong stomach... of course he does... he eats people for Christ's sake. I had almost forgot.
Vicki brings out the food. Infront of me she lays a burger and a basket of fries. Damon has a small, extremely undercooked looking sirloin steak with a salad.
I take a bite, it's one of the best burgers I've had. I watch Damon cut into his with a fork and knife, he looks much more civil then I do.
"How is it?" He asks before shoving his fork into his mouth.
"It's really good." I catch myself speaking with my mouth full and cover it with my hand, he just grins at me.
As I finish the last bite of my food the jukebox plays its last song and the bar falls silent. Damon is still eating.
"I'm going to put on some music, any requests?" I stand up from the table.
"Any Nirvana?"
I nod and make my way over to the jukebox. I reach into my apron and grab a couple of coins to buy some credits.
I flip through the songs, eventually settling on 'Smells Like Teen Spirit'. I can't help but dance-or at least try to- and sing along. I love music. Sometimes Ill sing and play my father's old Gibson when I'm home alone.
"Was not expecting dinner with a show." He giggles and I continue, feeding into it.
I pretend as if I am singing infront of a crowd... that is a dream of mine, To preform infront of people with my old guitar.
"With the lights out, it's less dangerous!
Here we are now, entertain us!
I feel stupid and contagious!
Here we are now, entertain us!~"
Damon pushes his plate aside and gets up from the table, joining me on the small dance floor.
We get lost in the music. Laughing and dancing together in the empty bar. It was like time had stopped, like we were the only two people on earth.
He wraps his hands around my waist and we sway together. He leans in and our foreheads touch. I can't help but get lost in his blue eyes.
He starts to close the gap between us until...
"AHHHH!"
We hear a scream from the kitchen and run to check it out.
As we swing open the door we see Vicki drenched in blood and shaking like a leaf. At her feet lay the cook, blood gushing from his neck.
My face falls pale and I begin to feel nauseous. My burger starts to toss in my stomach.
"I killed him, Damon! I didn't mean to! I couldn't control myself!" She grabs Damon in desperation.
"Stop freaking out!" Damon snaps at her.
My mind suddenly shifts to the memory of my mother's bloody corpse laying in the ditch. I throw up all of my dinner into a nearby trashcan.
"Damn it Vicki!" Damon growls. "Pull yourself together and clean this shit up!"
He pulls me out of the trash and leads me out of the kitchen, sitting me down onto a bar stool. I lay my head on the cool marble bar, trying desperately not to pass out.
Damon goes behind the bar, pouring me up a glass of ginger ale. I take it from him and try to force it down.
"I knew I shouldn't have came... I knew it." I whine.
I hear the chime of the door bell and somebody walks into the restaurant. Its Stefan and Elena.
They immediately notice us at the bar.
"What's going on here?" Stefan asks as they approach us.
"She just had a few too many drinks. It's fine." Damon lies through his teeth.
Stefan gives him a death glare.
"I thought I told you to leave her alone." He whispers angrily across the counter.
"It's not fair!" Damon whispers back. "You can be with Elena, but when I like somebody it's a whole ordeal!"
Wait... he likes me? He has quite the way of showing it.
Vicki suddenly runs out of the kitchen in a panic.
"I don't know where to put the body! It won't fit in the walk in!"
The others stand in shock at the horrific scene.
"Vicki!?" Elena chimes in. "I thought you were dead!?"
Dead? I hadn't heard about Vicki dying.
"Yes Damon. I thought she was dead." Stefan hisses.
"She was... but I gave her the gift of a new life. You can't hound me for that."
"You can't just sire anybody Damon! She obviously can't control herself."
Sire... what does that mean?
"When a vampire turns somebody they form a 'sire bond' with their creator." Stefan answers my thoughts. "Basically making a slave."
"She's fiiinnee." Damon shrugs. "One mistake is not enough to condemn somebody."
"I don't deserve to live!" Vicki starts to cry. "I'm a savage!"
She proceeds to list off the number of people she had killed in the last day on both hands and Damon's face falls cold.
"Please... kill me." She begs, a desperate look in her eyes.
Without hesitation Stefan picks up a bar stool, snapping off one of its legs. He then proceeds to stab her through the heart.
She gasps and her skin begins to turn gray. She falls to the floor with a loud thump. I hold my breath, why am I constantly surrounded by death lately?
Everybody seems to know so much about this vampire thing while I am still in the dark. So far I've learned that their weaknesses are vervain and stabbing in the heart. I make a mental note incase the need to defend myself ever arises.
"Why did you do that!?" Damon shouts.
"Because, Damon, not everybody likes being a monster like us." Stephan retorts. "They should have the right to choose."
"Where was that attitude centuries ago, huh?" Damon punches Stefan across his face. "You didn't give me the right to choose!"
Damon grits his teeth, grabbing me forcefully by the arm.
"Let's get out of here." He drags me out of the bar in a rage.
I wonder... is that why he hates Stefan so much?
Chapter Eight: Reminisce
Damon grits his teeth, I can see the whites of his eyes darken.
"Go home." His voice is firm, he doesn't look at me when he speaks.
"What? Why?" I step infront of him. "What's the matter?"
"I'm pissed off!" He hisses, clenching his fists.
"You need to calm down..." I squeeze his hands reassuringly. "If you wanna talk about it, maybe you'll feel better?"
"There is nothing to talk about!" He pulls his hands away forcefully. "Now go home. Before I do something I'm going to regret."
Blue veins begin to form around his eyes like before... but this time it was different.
He is angry. When I looked into his eyes I didn't see the same person I saw minutes before. It frightens me. Is this what it looks like to lose your humanity?
"GO!"
This time i listen and run.
***
It's been days since that moment. I hadn't seen Damon since. It was odd, I was kind of getting used to him bugging me.
My mind cant help but wander as i sit in the waiting room of the funeral home. I recieved a phone call this afternoon to pick up my mother's ashes.
I didn't bother to have a funeral of any type. I cleaned out my bank account just getting her cremated and nobody would come to her funeral anyway... everybody always looked down on her.
I take my mother's urn in both arms, it was a lot heavier then I had expected. On the way out I pass though a room full of caskets.
"Hey, Morgan!" I hear a familiar voice.
It's Tyler Lockwood. I groan. We had dated for a few months but I broke up with him a couple of weeks ago. We were nothing alike and He was always so pushy, even though we were together it made me uncomfortable.
He looks at the urn in my arms.
"I heard about your mother... I'm sorry for your loss."
"Thanks..." I sigh. "So what brings you here, of all places?"
"My mother died the other day..." He bit his lip. "Another animal attack..."
"Oh... I'm sorry."
"Yeah..." He snickers. "I guess now we have something in common."
Ah, what a tasteless joke.
"I should get going." I turn to leave, already tired of this conversation.
"That looks heavy. Here, let me help you." He tries to take the urn from my arms but I step away.
"I'm good."
"Well... at least let me give you a ride home. It wont be easy walking home with that."
As much as I loathed the thought I agreed. He was right, I would die if I fell and broke it on the way home. Plus, I'd look like more of a looney than I already am.
He opens the door for me and I get into the passenger seat, laying the urn on my lap.
The car ride was quiet. I look down at my feet the whole time, I didn't want to look at him some type of way and give him the wrong idea.
"Morgan..." He breaks the silence. "I know we're not on the best terms, but you know I care about you right?"
"Yeah I guess..." I finally look up. Was he actually being sincere?
"Why?" I can't help but to ask.
"I heard some rumors going around that you've been hanging out with Damon Salvatore."
"Not really. He came to see me at the bar a couple of times and we went out to eat..." I furrow my brows. "Why does that concern you anyway? Do i need your permission to see other people?"
"It's not that your seeing other people Morgan, its the fact that it's Damon that concerns me."
"Why, exactly?" I snap.
"Because..." He parks the car in my driveway, turning to face me. His facial expression was serious.
"Because I know he's a vampire... and I know he killed my mother."
My jaw falls open. I think back to the rage in Damon's eyes the last time I had seen him. I don't like the thought of it but I know it's very likely.
"How do you know for sure?" I ask.
"One minute I saw my mother talking to him, the next she was dead. It's pretty obvious." There was a tinge of sarcasm in his voice.
"I don't want to lose you too, Morgan." He pleads. "Please... stay away from him... promise me?"
My mind starts to race. I don't know how to feel. Should I be afraid? Is Tyler right? I don't know what to say.
"Thanks for the ride." Is all I can muster.
I can hear him pull out of the driveway as I enter the house. I look down at the urn in my hands and all of my emotions come bubbling to the surface. Just when I think I have healed I want to cry for my mother once again. She was not the best mother but at least she would have listened.
I lay the urn down on the coffee table and dig through the VHS tapes in my old TV stand. When I was little- when my family was normal- we would always sit and watch movies together.
My mother was one of the sweetest, most selfless people you could ever meet. That was until my father walked out on us when I was 9 years old. She started drinking more... then eventually the alcohol was not enough and she started doing drugs. Her body got so used to it that she was so busy trying to chase that high that she forgot that anybody or anything else existed in this world... including me.
It is hard to lose a loved one... but it is even harder when you watch them slowly deteriorate infront of your eyes.
I pick out 'Beauty and The Beast' and slide it into the VCR. It was my favorite, I had always wanted to be princess Belle when I grew up.
I chuckle at my stupid childhood ambitions and slump back onto the sofa. I pick up my mother's urn and cradle it in my arms as I watch the dated box TV.
My house was like a time capsule. The floral wallpaper, popcorn ceiling and my grandmother's musty sofa... nothing had changed since that day my father left.
I wonder-where ever he is- if he ever thinks about me? Or maybe he's dead? Perhaps he and my mother are together on the other side.
I sigh. What has my life come to? Am I seriously loosing my mind?
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