You groaned as you trekked behind the group, fully convinced that this could not get any worse. Not only was the southern heat creating a shine of sweat on your skin, but the constant bickering from the rest of your cohort was driving you crazy.
"If you're annoyed Elena, imagine how the vampires feel. We could've just zipped through the woods without you guys." Caroline made an excellent point.
"So why did we even come?" Your question was exasperated and Damon's light laugh came from behind you, one of his hands coming to rest on your lower back.
"The more eyes there are, the more likely we are to find this tomb." Stefan replied.
"I would argue that you guys could've covered five times as much ground by this point if we weren't slowing you down." You paused your walk for a moment, head thrown back to try and gulp in some of the balmy air.
That air promptly left your lungs, however, when Damon swept you into his arms. You couldn't help but shriek a bit, hastily wrapping your arms around his neck. "Damon. I'm sticky and stinky."
He raised an eyebrow at you, lips arranging themselves in a mirthful smile. "My favorite version of you."
The darkness in the room was almost suffocating you but you didn't have the strength to not suffer inside of it. You didn't know how long you had been sitting there, or when it had gotten so bad, but somewhere along the way you had stopped caring.
You had days like this sometimes, where your mental health was virtually nonexistent and you would rather sit alone in the dark with your thoughts rather than flick the light on and reveal the very real things behind those thoughts.
You vaguely heard the door open downstairs, and Damon's voice was like a lance through the fog in your mind. "Babe? Are you upstairs?"
You stayed silent though, brow furrowing while you tried to overcome the block in your brain that was stopping you from speaking. All that came was a frustrated sigh.
That was enough for the vampire, who quickly appeared in your room, seeming unperturbed by the thick blanket of darkness and despair. He came to sit next to you on the edge of the bed, hand finding yours to interlace your fingers.
"Bad brain day?" His tone was gentle, not a hint of judgement tinged into it. You appreciated that.
You gave a nod, slumping into the safety of his arms. He was always so sturdy, a rock against whatever storm you encountered.
He hummed low in his throat and pulled you both back onto the bed, turning on the fairy lights hanging around the room and tucking you under his chin.
That was where you laid for hours before he convinced you to have dinner, more than happy to let you feel whatever you needed.
"Are we sure that she is not going to lose her mind when she finds us doing this?" Damon sounded incredibly unsure, paintbrush dangling from his fingers.
You discarded your own, placing hands on hips before you replied. "It's washable paint and it's Caroline's 18th birthday!! Decorating her car is a great idea, trust me."
He raised an eyebrow at you and approached, coming chest to chest and threatening to get the paint dripping from his brush onto you. "Painting the most OCD Barbie I know's car as a surprise? Seems risky."
Your smile was devilish in return. "Since when does a little risk scare you, Salvatore?" You had barely finished your sentence before a gasp escaped, a line of paint now going down your cheek.
"Literally never." He lunged away as you grabbed for him, and you ended up painting yourselves much more than you touched the car.
Summary: Your friends forget your birthday and Klaus is the only one who remembers it.
Author’s Note: I’m officially sober One month and Two days! I’ve also officially been writing on this blog for over a Year now!
Birthday Request Masterlist
Bounding down the stairs of your house, you were immediately greeted with the fresh aroma of your favorite breakfast foods. A warm feeling bubbling inside as you rounded the corner greeted with balloons and your parents murmuring between themselves with smiles plastered along their lips.
"Oh!" Your dad exclaimed, making eye contact with you. "Happy Birthday!"
Your mom quickly gasped as she followed his line of sight. "There's the birthday girl!" She grinned promptly wrapping her arms around your shoulders pulling you in for a bone-crushing hug.
Giggles passed through your lips as your father quickly joined the hug. "We made your favorite!"
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As the day went on, you were greeted by "Happy Birthday" almost everywhere you went. Your cheeks had become sore from all the smiling you had done.
Walking to join your small group of friends, they were speaking in hushed tones not wanting outsiders to hear the topic of conversation. Frowning, nobody from the group had seemed to notice your presence. As of late, they had been more concerned with all things Elena.
Frowning, you let out a frustrated sigh. You held out hope that they would remember that it was your birthday rather than keep their attention on Elena.
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As dusk fell upon the town, you had decided to take a stroll around town enjoying the memories that popped out at you.
A warm hand clasped over your mouth, as panic coursed through your veins. Your chest rapidly rising and falling as you were tugged against a firm chest, a familiar cologne filled your senses. Your hands wrapped around the stranger's fingers and wrist attempting to pry it away from your face while muffled screams fell past your lips.
The strangers' chuckles filled your ears. "Relax love." Their accented voice whispered close to your ear. Releasing you from his grip, you whirled around sending him a glare.
"Klaus!" You whisper yelled. "What the-"
"I heard it was your birthday." He grinned, sending you a mischievous gaze.
Groaning you rolled your eyes. "Look, whatever it is you're planning to do-"
"What makes you think I care about you, love?" He questioned tilting his head slightly, raising a questioning eyebrow at you.
It didn't take long before you felt your face drop. Your heart falling into your stomach as your eyebrows furrowed together. "I...Uh, well." Your mind began racing as your jaw opened and closed several times. Once your mind came to a halt, you let out a huff turning on your heel readying yourself to retreat in the opposite direction.
"Love." His voice sounded much softer than it had a few minutes ago. His firm hand grasping gently around your wrist, preventing you from retreating. "I do...Care about you."
Gasping, you turned to face him, as his face was etched in a softness that you hadn't seen before.
"I care about you a lot more than I should, actually."
"Klaus..." Your voice trailed off. "We...We can't..." You frowned, dropping your gaze to your feet as they suddenly became interesting.
Klaus placed a hand along your jaw forcing your gaze towards him. His actions took you by surprise as you hadn't been this close or intimate with him before.
His figure towered above you. Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to enjoy the moment. Nuzzling your cheek further into his touch. Taking you by surprise, his nose gently nuzzled yours.
"I would never forget your birthday, Love."
Your eyes fluttered open as you grinned at him. Standing on your tippy-toes, you placed a chaste kiss upon his cheek.
"Let's go somewhere more private."
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