Making it to the boarding house a little over an hour later, Isa stopped 50 yards from it, pushing her senses out to make sure everything was kosher. Not smelling or hearing anything out of the ordinary, she made her way into the house, stopping only when she reached Damon’s room. She deposited him on the silk sheet adorned bed before leaving the room.
She made her downstairs and was just pouring herself a drink when the front door was thrown open, banging against the wall by the force of the person entering. She smirked when he appeared in front of her, narrowing his eyes at her calm demeanor. Isa offered him her drink and when he didn’t move to take it, she shrugged and went to stand in front of the fireplace.
Damon just stood there, looking at his girl, getting frustrated every minute that she ignored him. Finally having enough of her silent treatment, he sauntered over to where she was standing, took the drink from her hand and threw it, glass and all, into the fire. He took a minute to appreciate the flames as they grew momentarily and licked up the brick walls before they settled back down to a dull roar.
“That was a waste a perfectly good drink,” was all she said to him. He shook his head and grabbed her arm above her elbow and pulled her to his room. They were in need of a serious conversation and he didn’t want anyone to interrupt. Only once they stepped into his room, did he stop. He looked between Isa and the boy writhing in pain on his bed.
Tearing his eyes away from an obviously changing Jeremy, he looked at Isa and raised an eyebrow, silently asking what the hell was going on.
Isa took pity on Damon and decided to tell him what was going on. “He wanted to be a vampire. Asked me to change him. I did. And here he is.” She spoke of it like she was speaking of the change in the weather.
“Fuck, Isa! Didn’t you think to wait and talk to me about it? Jesus, he has friends and family. How are we going to explain this. He’s a member of one of the founding families.” Damon began pacing, running his hand through his already disheveled hair.
“Damon, it was his choice. He asked me and I wasn’t going to take his choices away. I know what that feels like. He wanted to, for once, be in control of his own life!”
“He’s just a kid! He doesn’t know–” he began, but Isa was getting tired of be questioned, and interrupted him with a growl.
“He knew perfectly well what he was asking, especially after your precious Copy Kat let him know she was planning on killing him with her Witchy friend! Pull your head out of your ass, shit down, shut up and listen to what I am telling you!”
Damon stared at her in shock before making his way to the chair by his desk. Knocking the books piled there to the ground, he sat down with a sigh and waved his hand for her to get on with it.
Shooting a scowl his way, she recapped the past 24 hours, beginning with her feelings that something else was going on with Witchy and Copy Kat and ending with bringing Jeremy here. During her speech, she had made her way to Jeremy’s side and was combing her fingers through his sweaty hair. She cooed at him when he began to whimper from the pain.
Damon cleared his throat, wanting her attention on him. She tore her eyes from Jeremy and looked at Damon. “Why did you bring him here?” he asked when she finally acknowledged him.
“I wanted him to be safe during his change and I didn’t want him changing in the basement of an abandoned house where his sister is slowly dying.”
“What do you mean Elena is dying?”
“Why do you care Damon? After everything I told you that she was doing, you still care about her welfare?”
“No! Well, yes, but not in the way you’re thinking! Isa, Klaus is after her. If he finds out she died before he had a chance to get to her for whatever sick game of his he’s playing, he’ll raise hell down on this whole town, including you!”
She giggled at his worrying. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, Damon. I’ll handle wolfy.”
He flashed before her, pulling her up off the bed. “You think I’m pretty?”
“Really, Damon?”
“I mean, I would prefer devastatingly handsome, or panty wetting sexy,” he smiled, pulling her closer to him, so there was no space between their bodies.
“Shut up and kiss me Damon,” she breathed out on a sigh. He did as ordered, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth and nipping at. When she moaned, he took advantage and slipped his tongue into her warm mouth, exploring and tasting, only breaking away when Jeremy let out a small scream.
Both Damon and Isa looked at the boy before looking back at each other. Isa started backing away towards the door.
“Where are you going, Isa?” he questioned, narrowing his eyes at her trying to make her escape.
“As much as I want to stay and help, I have to get back to Copy Kat.” Taking in his slightly panicking face, she walked back to him and stroked his face. “Don’t worry. You’ll be fine. When he is getting ready to wake up, give me a call and I’ll come back.”
“Isa–” He didn’t get to finish his thought before the door was slamming shut behind her retreating back. “Damn,” he whispered, “this is going to be fun,” he rolled his eyes. Looking back over his shoulder, he shook his head and made his way downstairs. If he was going to be babysitting a newborn, he was going to need a drink. Or two.
He was half way through a bottle of his favorite bourbon, when he heard the front door open. Glancing behind him, he wasn’t surprised to see his brother, Witchy and Barbie walking in to the living room and taking up spots on the various pieces of furniture.
He scoffed. “Jesus, this place is like Grand Central Station. Don’t you two have homes or caves or rocks of your own to hang out in?”
“Don’t be a jerk, Damon.”
“We were out searching for Elena. You remember her, don’t you Damon? My girlfriend?”
“How could I forget the selfish bitch,” he sneered, taking joy in the scowl that crossed Stefan’s face. Turning to face the witch he taunted her. “See something you like, Witchy?”
“Where. Is. She?” she ground out. Bonnie knew something was amiss. She couldn’t get a read on Elena and every time she tried, it was like she hit a wall.
“Who? Elena? I have no idea, but I say good riddance.” He waved his hand in the air, giving a cheers with the glass before downing the amber liquid in one swallow. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I would like a private word with my brother. Do let the door hit you on the way out.”
Once he was sure they were gone, he grabbed Stefan by his arm and yanked him upstairs. Throwing open his bedroom door and shoving Stefan in, he waited for what he was sure would be an entertaining reaction to the boy on the bed. And he wasn’t disappointed.
“What? Who? Fuck.” Stefan just stood there in shock, not able to form full sentences.
“My thoughts exactly brother.”
“Isa?”
“Of course. He asked her to. Wait until you hear what has been going on with your dear little girlfriend and her little witchy friend.” He could barely contain his mirth, seeing Stefan for once at a loss for words.
“What do you mean? What does Elena and Bonnie have to do with Jeremy being changed into whatever Isa is?”
“Everything. Take a seat Steffie, you’re not going to believe this shit.” After Stefan got settled, Damon regaled him with the tale that Isa told him.
“Holy fuck. Klaus is going to flip his shit! We need to get out of town. Maybe we should tell him what Isa is doing?”
Damon was in front of him before he could blink. Grabbing him by his throat and slamming him up against the wall, he spoke in a deathly calm voice. “We will do no such thing. She said she has a handle on things. If I find out you went behind my back and tell him of her involvement before she has a chance to work her magic, I will rip off your dick and use it as a paper weight!”
Stefan gulped before nodding his head slowly in agreement. “What are we supposed to do with him? I don’t know the first thing about newborn Cold Ones, let alone a hybrid like Isa.,” he murmured, walking to take a closer look at Elena’s brother. “He looks different already. Is he supposed to change this fast?”
Damon shrugged and moved closer, wanting to see for himself that Baby Gilbert was in fact looking different. “I have no idea. She said to call her when he started to wake up. I guess we listen to his heartbeat. When it starts to slow, we will give her a call.”
“Ok. That’s probably as good as a plan as any. What do we tell the others?”
“Nothing, Stefan. They can’t know about him, especially Bonnie. God only knows what she would do if she found him like this. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to be on Isa’s shit list.”
“Ok. So we sit and wait.”
“Yep.”
Neither realize the blinking red light in the corner of the room as they wait out Jeremy’s change.
~~ Elsewhere~~
A man sits watching a monitor, watching the live feed of what has been happening in Mystic Falls. Switching between channels, trying to gather as much information before needing to report to his boss, the man sighs, finally getting pertinent information from the Salvatore brothers. Making a copy of the recording, he quickly grabs the disk and his coat, before rushing out the house into the chilly night.
Finding his boss at the warehouse, he hands him the disc with a few short whispered words before heading back home.
“What did he give you?” questioned a voice from behind.
“An answer to all my problems.”
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