Chapter Eight.

Two months had passed since we locked Kai in the Prison World and Bonnie still hadn't told us where she sent him. She probably never would.
Damon and I were back on track and possibly headed for good things.
I'd decided on my feelings.
I was falling in love with him.
I'd never fallen so quickly or so hard since Giovanni; it was going to be difficult.
Niklaus was long gone, back to New Orleans, but he told me if I was staying in Mystic Falls, that he'd visit, which I was fine with, and so was everyone else. Since that night at the high school, they'd really learned to trust him.

"Hey, Alex." I heard Stefan call from the kitchen.
I vamped in there from my spot on the couch in the den.
"Yes, Stefan?" I answered.
"I'm cooking tonight for Caroline and I. Would you and Damon like to join us?" He asked.
I groaned. "Are you trying to set us up as well? Bonnie's been the worst for it and Elena's started too, now."
Stefan chuckled. "Well there's no harm in helping it along."
"In some cases, yes. But in others, you just have to let things run their course. If it's destined to happen, it'll happen." I sighed.
"Alright, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. So platonically, would you and Damon like to join Caroline and I for dinner?" Stefan wondered.
"Well," I smirked. "I can't speak for Damon, but I for one, would very much like that, thank you."
"You're very welcome. Dinner is at seven." Stefan chuckled as I left the room.

I was about to make my way back to the den when I found myself, yet again, pinned to a wall by the oldest Salvatore.
"What do you want, Damon?" I chuckled.
"You." He said.
"Oh, shut up. Stefan wants us to join him and Caroline for dinner. Care to indulge?" I smirked.
Damon looked sarcastically thoughtful for a moment.
"Na, I think I'll pass. Someone might think there's an ulterior motive or something." He said and winked.
"Damon Salvatore? And I? Who would dream of such a thing." I gushed, dramatically putting my hand to my chest.
Damon and I chuckled to each other.
"Dinner's at seven." I smirked, walking away to my room.

"I wasn't going to go as 'all out' as I thought, but this still sounds and tastes fancy." Stefan chuckled, bringing over the plates to the dining table.
"What have we got?" Caroline asked.
"Chicken in a white wine and mushroom sauce, on an ever-so-classic bed of Spaghetti." He smirked.
"Sounds fancy, is actually easy as an omelette." I chuckled.
"I put all the effort into the dessert." Stefan furrowed his eyebrows, making us all chuckle.
We sat in the dim light of the candles and ate, drank our wine and laughed about whatever was being spoken about. For a short while, I felt normal again. And I loved it.
"So what's for dessert then, brother?" Damon asked.
Stefan held a figure up and smiled as he got up, going to the kitchen island.
"I present to you," He called as he whipped whatever it was from the cupboard. "Chocolate Bourbon cake."
Caroline and I laughed, whereas Damon looked rather disgusted.
"Why would you ruin good Bourbon like that?" He moped.
"You haven't tasted it yet, brother." Stefan smirked, looking awfully sure of himself.
The younger Salvatore cut us a piece each before telling us to wait.
He came back a moment later with some Bourbon, of course.
The Bourbon was poured and we tucked in to the cake.
I, for one, had to say it was divine.
"Okay, this is actually not bad. Extra Bourbon?" Damon asked, pointing at the cake slice in front of him.
"I was thinking of you at the time." Stefan chuckled, pointing at his older brother with his fork.

We continued to sit at the table after everyone was finished, sipping our Bourbon and making conversation for a good hour before we called it a night.
"Thank you for this evening, Stefan. It was lovely." I smiled, stood at the bottom of the stairs.
"You're very welcome, Alex." He replied. "Goodnight."
I nodded my head and made my way up the stairs, yawning as I went.

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