Chapter 5: Squeeze

"Come, can you stand?" Rebekah urged the half healed Damon, "I'm not sure if any workers would come to the storage units in here, but I've heard some trucks pulling up earlier. And we still need to drag Klaus' coffin out as well."

Damon tried to get up, but it felt like his ribs haven't completely mended together yet and his body hurt in places he didn't even know he was injured. One glance at his paling face made her change her mind, speed forward to help him, letting down the coffin on the corridor, momentarily forgotten.

"I don't need help, I need a drink," he complained, but took the chance to lean his arm on her shoulders as they started to edge their way out.

"Too many bothersome things in my life to travel without whiskey Damon, I have a bottle in the car," she assured him.

"Rebekah," he sighed, "wait," he turned towards her, untangling himself and leaning on the wall.

"What is it?" The original searched him worriedly.

"It's all hazy," Damon shook his head.

"I don't have any more bloodbags," Rebekah apologized, "but as I said, the people who work here or any customer could be here anytime soon."

Damon waved her off, "that's not what I mean. I was half conscious when Elena was here. Is it true that I've called her to come? Is that why Klaus bled me out?" The perfectly curvy woman shrugged, affirming. "I don't want that to ever happen again. I want her as far from me as possible," Damon stated.

"I'm going to search for my family line in Eastern Europe. Klaus was never interested in humans, but I'd like to know if my cousins had any decendants," Rebekah offered as a possibilty.

Damon raised his eyebrows, "the point being?"

"To help them, and see if I could imagine what my children would've been like if we didn't get turned."

"Fair enough," the dark vampire relented, "as good of a passtime as any..could turn out to be useful to research the field the magic to make vampires comes from. I'm in," he gave her a lopsided, self-promoting smirk.

"You can wait in the car," she passed him her car keys, "maybe best for you just now if I'll handle the coffin alone," Rebekah watched him hobble down the corridor a bit before returning to the job at hand. She knew he wouldn't disappear now, he would want to make sure her brother was taken out the action for sure and know the place they'd bury the casket in Europe, but she had no idea if she could keep his interest afterwards. No man, vampire or any other creature ever stayed with her for a long time. Klaus was right in some ways, she shouldn't obsess over Damon, she would only get hurt in the end. And yet, she had to have him, she decided. For how long, didn't matter, but every day, every night, all the time they were going to spend together she will treasure. It took her as a surprise when she arrived to the parking lot to find an unconscious man in the back of her car, with blood dripping out invitingly from his wrist and a big bunch of purple and yellow wild flowers freshly collected in the front passenger seat.

"A bouquet with lunch," Damon gestured with a flourish towards his offering, "the vampire equivalent of romantic I thought. As a thanks for choosing my side."

"It has romantic written all over it," Rebekah laughed while placing the coffin into the back of her spacious nonseethrough jeep Commander, next to their food, in full guard uniform, "thank you Damon."

"I've had my fill from someone else, go on, I can drive," the younger vampire suggested, jumping into the driving seat with a smirk on his lips. It was a pleasant feeling to have an accomplice, a partner with the same values and aspirations in life.

Rebekah hugged him from behind, then slipped to the front next to him a few minutes later after she had finished her meal, "it's nice to see not all vampires adhere to this new age twentyfirst century bloodbag carry on. I prefer eat and compel myself," she smiled at Damon, patting his leg, "all back in working order?" She slid her fingers upwards to the bump in his trousers.

Damon swatted her hand away, "I think I've had enough lovers. Fun we can have all you want later."

"Oh, a thank you for my bother rescuing you," Rebekah pursed her lips, "how appropriate."

The dark vampire screeched the breaks to a halt, then turned towards his passenger and cupped her cheek to make her look at her and see the sincerity in his eyes as he pulled her close to cover her lips with his. If she didn't know him better she would've been under the impression his move was shy, timid and unsure, but at any case a long, slow, languorous kiss. "That was thank you," he said when their lips parted, "but I am a solitary creature. You've rightly punished me for using you before. You need to know I can't guarantee I won't be a dick anymore."

"You're not a dick," Rebekah argued, "you're the most sensitive guy I've ever encountered. You love so fully, so boldly, so truly."

"Not anymore," Damon established flatly, shifting the stick into gear, "I don't love Elena anymore, there's no point."

"You can't get over loving someone so easily," the original suggested, for once according to how wise she should've been given her age. "But it's easy to fall in love, just like that," she clicked her fingers, staring out to the monotone, unstimulating countryside. "I did, many times," she sighed.

"Klaus said I'm your latest obsession," Damon smirked, regaining some of his put on self confidence.

Rebekah punched his arm, "so what if you are?"

"If I am, I'm just warning you of the dangers and side effects that come with living alongside Damon hunky Salvatore."

Rebekah shrugged, "ok, you warned me. Now shut up and drive."

The End.