"Am I that easy to replace or was I just easy to forget?"

Text from; Unknown You should wake up. Love, faux-hero-hair.

Save number as; Damon Salvatore

Text to; Damon Salvatore Your bed is quite comfortable.

This is a man's bed. I haven't been in many but I know it is. Men's beds always smell the same, feel the same. The soft sheets smile like cologne, but are missing the regular hint of sweat. I bury my head into the firm pillow underneath me in an attempt to soak in it. Light hits my bare legs, someone must have changed my bloodied clothes into something more comfortable, the sun warms me up.

I let out a satisfied smile, for the first time in days I can relax.  However I am soon helped out of this little nest of light and sheets by clothes being thrown at me. A button hits the back of my head.

In a daze I look up and see Damon digging around a black bag.

"Ouch?" My stare is poignant, but with this skirt still draped over my head I must look ridiculous, how threatening can I be?

"Get up, I need you to seduce a werewolf."

I drop myself back onto the bed and bounce up a little bit. I rewrap myself in the expensive sheets, not to be annoying but I have really missed those, and pull them over my head.

"This is why I hate you all." I groan.

I haven't experienced much of the cultural aspect of Mystic Falls in the last few days, except for you know vampires, werewolves and witches who apparently inhabit this town.

The town seems to be knows for its events. If there isn't a ball or a founder's day party there will be something else useless going on. Todays event is called "Historical Society Volunteer Day."

Whatever that's supposed to mean.

I am wearing a top that exposes a lot more than I am used to and a short black skater skirt, underneath are ankle boots with cutouts.

Damon is gently touching the dimple on my back, guiding me through the crowd. I can't help but look at him scathingly. An annoyed look on my face.

"You do know that I would never wear this don't you? Where did you even get this stuff?" my eyes grow into a bug's with the realization.

"Am I literally wearing the clothes your one night stands left behind?"

He only smirks and shrugs his shoulders, looking around the crowd almost on edge, trying to find the werewolf.

Stefan is talking to Mason Lockwood somewhere in the distance, the conversation seems heated but they still shake hands and part peacefully.

When I look at Stefan now, in this light of white and red and all the colors of lust and romance and death and peace, I know I will never see him as innocently as I used to. When I look at him now I see moonlight, an oak tree, a white dress flowing through the wind.

I see a bullet fly when I look at his lips, I hear screams vibrate through the air, the pressure of his lips on mine in an infinite embrace. I am not in love with him because I am no longer the person I was so long ago, but I know that I could be. I am aware of how easy it would be to fall back in.

What Stefan doesn't know won't hurt him, that's how the saying goes right?

Damon and I have been walking towards him for the entire time I was daydreaming, I only snap out of my trance when Damon starts talking.

"What are you doing?" Entitled and snarky, perfect.

"Negotiating peace on your behalf." Stefan responds, bushy eyebrow raised sky high.

I realize it then, and I feel so stupid for not seeing it before, not feeling it.

"Wait, Mason Lockwood is the werewolf?" I point to my clothes and look Damon sternly in the eyes.

"Why am I wearing this then? Mason Lockwood and I totally have a thing going on." I see Stefan scan my body from the corner of my eye, I feel his opinionated stare on the clothes Damon put me in.

Those wrinkles seem to fill up his forehead completely.

The two brothers square their shoulders in the exact same way and I wonder if they know that, how much they resemble each other. Sometimes people forget that they are related, but this is the biggest piece of evidence I have.  They stare each other down.

"Why are you involving Lola in all of this? Caroline will kill you." Damon ignores his comment.

"I don't want peace," Damon draws out. When he's standing like this, talking like this he reminds me of a spoiled little brat begging for the toy he wants.

"Consider it opposite day," Stefan puts a hand onto his brother's shoulder, but Damon just shakes it off.  I start feeling uncomfortable around the two vampires, they tend to be unaware of the fact that humans are vulnerable and I'm not going to be standing in the middle of this brotherly brawl.

"Stefan please tell me you don't seriously think a hand shake just solved our problem."

"No, actually I think that the first chance Mason Lockwood gets, he's gonna drive a stake through your heart and then through mine, all because you took it upon yourself to try to kill him. So thank you, because we don't have enough problems."

I step in between the two and push them away. They most definitely didn't have to step back, with how strong I now know they are, but they pretend to anyway.

"Okay boys. I'm gonna say hi to my aunt, she must be worried sick about me. You two, you know figure this shit between you out." I stride away from the two, I see them nodding and looking out into the distance when I look back.

Aunt Liz is standing underneath a small gazebo in her uniform, as always.

I smile at her from a distance and run into the embrace. So much has been going on the last few days and hugging family does help.

"Hey there, where have you been?" she says, a little bit of worry on her face.

"I'm so sorry auntie! I was totally out after that party, Stefan brought me and Elena back to the Salvatore Boarding house, no funny business I promise you." Liz has a hand on her weapon.

"Want me to shoot him for you?" I laugh heartily.

I hear feet shuffle behind me, "Hey there sheriff, can we talk for a second?" when I turn around Mason Lockwood is standing there, surfer hair and all.

"Hey I'll leave you alone for a second and go do some actual volunteering." I grin at my aunt and when I turn around I send a coy smile in Mason's direction.

Before I can leave the gazebo Mason grabs my shoulder and whispers in my ear, "Meet me in the woods, yeah?"

I only nod and smirk at the man.

The weather has been nice so far, the leaves in these woods still crunch under my feet.

I know that this is just a part of the plan, that I am just a distraction so the Salvatore boys can interrogate the werewolf all they like. But I haven't had anyone to love in such a long time, or at least not anyone to touch. All I want is some innocent love making. That's all I'm asking for today.

I hear the leaves behind me crunch too and when I turn I look into beautiful eyes.

"Hi," I croak out but there are lips covering mine almost immediately.

The kiss is frantic and exactly what I was wishing for, no tender loving or emotions, just sexual tension resolved in the most natural way possible.

He pushes me against a tree and I can't help but moan into his mouth. Just for a bit I can let go of all the things that have been happening lately, focus on pleasure and nothing else.

The lips move from my mouth to my neck, leaving a trail of kisses from my neck to the collar of my shirt. He pushes the shirt up and takes the white bra underneath into his large hands.

"You are so gorgeous," a knowing smile graces my lips while I run my fingers through his hair.

"This is very sexy and I would love to watch, but I think it's time to run." Damon interrupts the couple, Stefan is standing next to him and stares at me.In just a white bra and a short skirt.

"Go ahead, run. I'll give a head start."

I am on the ground before I even hear the first gunshot. Mason is on top of me, his whole body covering mine, pressing me down into the damp forest ground.

Stefan and Damon are just lying there, limp bodied but seemingly still alive. Syringes embedded in their backs.

I scream out, a small "no" leaving my lips. The pressure on top of me is keeping me from breathing. Some dirt enters my mouth. My fists start pounding into the man on top of me, desperately trying to remove him from my body, but he doesn't budge.

Liz is in my view now, there is needle in her hand. She inject the substances, which I can only assume is vervain, into the brothers' necks slowly. I don't stop crying and trying to scream.

Mason starts carrying me somewhere, I can feel the oxygen returning to my body. I struggle in his grasp but he doesn't let go. I feel so vulnerable, still without a shirt, screaming in the arms of the man who took advantage of me. And, yes, I was there to take advantage of him too, but I wasn't gonna let them kill him.

I can't look at my aunt, the woman who helped take down the people I was learning to care about, the woman who let me think that this could just be some fun. That it wouldn't end like everything around me does, in death and destruction.

He puts me down in a dirty corner, I can see spiders crawling around and immediately cradle my legs in my arms.  Liz takes off her own jacket and lays it around my shoulders.

"Thank you Mason. I appreciate all you've done. We got it from here."

"You're gonna kill them right?" a sob escapes my swollen lips.

"Yes, that's why you should go. Here it's the council, not the law. You can't be a party to this, it's for your own protection." I scratch at my skin. Would I have to see the deaths of others I love, was learning to love, have loved for a hundred years? I feel like I am on that carpet again, bloodied, dying, powerless.

"Liz, I don't care about....."

"Yes but I do, and I'm not asking. Goodbye Mason."

"Don't take any chances. Tell her I'm sorry."

Liz has blindfolded me. She says that she doesn't want me to see, that she'll make me forget all about this nasty little accident soon. But that doesn't stop me from hearing Damon scream out in agony, I can hear those little wooden bullets fly through the air.

"Let's do this. Each with a stake in the heart, then burn them both." I cry out.

"Please auntie Liz, please don't kill them! They are my friends!" There is a soft hand petting my hair.

"It's for your own good Lola. You won't be safe until they are dead."

Damon groans "we are the only thing keeping her safe you idiot."

I still can't see but I can hear the growing commotion around me, I feel a gust of wind coming from the entrance to the basement.

"Elena! What are you doing?" my aunt sounds shocked at the sight of Elena Gilbert.

"You can't kill them, I'm not gonna let you." I wonder for a second what kind of reinforcements Elena has brought to convince Liz of this. When I hear the door slam shut I know, it could never be anyone else. 

I feel her messing with the knot on my blindfold and when I open my eyes my niece is standing in front of me. We only nod at each other, I acknowledge her courage.

That nod lets Caroline know I will always be there for her.

That nod lets Caroline know that Lola will always be there for her.

Caroline speeds behind one of the deputies and knocks him out, the sound of his face hitting the hard ground vibrates through the space.

"Hi mom."