Status: Complete

Mystic Falls

MF17

A Week Later

“Nor fair, Jackass!” Vada nursed her bruised shoulder, “I was stuck under that branch!”

“You think a bigger, better, stranger force than you is gonna stop because you say 'mercy'?” Sneered Damon, brushing off his leather jacket, Vada felt proud that she had gotten in some decent hits. “No, not so much.”

“PMS.” Vada sang in a mocking voice. Then her thoughts turned to one of glee at the chance to humiliate the man standing before her. “Speaking of . . . what happens when like, a girl is on the rag?”

“Classy, Stewart. Really, you were born in the wrong time.” Damon cringed at the question and deflected it, coming at her with another attack, teeth bared and eyes black.

She dodged it effectively and blasted him with some kind of sphere of dense air.

“Really though! I mean, Caroline must get hers, do you have to like vamoose for a week every month?” Vada was laughing now and Damon was getting more and more aggravated by each passing moment.

Suddenly, he charged at her, while she was too busy wiping the tears from her eyes Damon had flew into her, backing her right into a small Oak Tree.

“Ouch, you fucker! Watch it!” Vada cursed a but more until she looked at his angry face, “Common Captain, it was just a joke!”

“Now really isn't the time for kidding around, Stewart.”

“Says the guy who thinks of life as a joke, especially when he's draining it from his next meal.” Vada retorted.

“Listen, Stefan got invited into that old Whitman mansion.” Damon said, referring to an old house right next to the boarding house where, back in Katherine's era, the servants were kept.

“Really? Good for him, I really thought my approach would work.” Said Vada, remember her tactic of flashing a fake ID and saying that they needed his house for a matter of great importance.

“When he called your bluff you egged his house! I'm surprised anyone would be allowed in that was associated with you.” Damon said, trying not to smile. “Anyway, we are going in tonight to look for more clues about this mess we're in and we need you to be on your top game.”

“Can do, Teach” Vada smiled and snapped her fingers. Damon was thrown back into the trees.

Damon stalked out, a ghost of a smile on his lips, his witch was learning. Learning magic, and learning how to mess with him. He couldn't let her get too big headed.

She was walking away feeling satisfied when Vada felt a light breath against her neck, she was whipped around to face Damon who was smirking with a devilish quality.

“Just so your aware,” He said, his breath, tantalizingly wafting over her cheeks and moistening her lips, “It's a complete turn on.”

“What is?” Her voice cracked and was breathy, he had won already.

“When a girl starts her cycle.” He was even closer than before, “It has an animalistic effect on my kind, the smell, so raw and completely female, sends us into a frenzy.”

Then he was gone.

Note to self: Buy tampons.
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This was weird to write . . . .