Oh, hell no! Not again! Chap 3

Chapter 3




Damon sighed happily as he sat down on the leather seat of his car. They were finally done shopping and Damon was pretty sure that Miranda managed to buy everything that was in that store. "I've never been so happy to sit in a car in my life." Damon mumbled to himself as he started up the car and drove off to the boarding house.



Miranda was beaming in the backseat at all the clothes she bought. "Can you believe I got all of this? And it was all under a thousand dollars!"



"Congratulations." Damon said sarcastically as he sped down the highway.



Miranda frowned. "Aw don't be a party pooper Uncle Damon! It was fun!"



"Yeah, for you! I'm the one who had to carry all the clothes!" Damon shot back angrily.



Miranda smiled gleefully as she laid her head back, thinking of her next plan of how she can torture her uncle.



"Hey, are you ok?" Damon asked, all traces of anger gone and replaced by worry.



Miranda raised her head up to look at him. "Yeah I'm fine-" Her sentence was cut off by a dull pain in her side. It took her a few minutes to figure out what was wrong. "Oh crap…Damon hurry! Get home as fast as you can! I don't want these clothes ruined!"



Damon rolled his eyes at her obsession of clothes and drove faster, the smell of blood getting to him and only seemed to get stronger by the second. "Crap!" he exclaimed, driving faster.



Soon, they had pulled up into the boarding house, Miranda flew out the car while Damon waited till she was gone. His cell phone then went off. Damon answered it with a hiss, "Having fun brother?" Oh, he was going to raise hell.



"Actually yes, very much so. Thank you for your kind words earlier today. It gave me a bit of a headache but Elena got rid of it, if you know what I mean." Damon could HEAR Stefan winking over the phone. That only infuriated him more.



"Well, I'm so glad your having a good time. Really I am!" Damon put on his most sarcastic voice and faked his most fakest smile even though Stefan couldn't see him.



"And I'm assuming your day went bad?" Stefan asked, sensing Damon's sarcasm.



"Nah, Stefan, I had a great day with your little princess! I had to carry clothes to the point where my arms almost fell off and my feet still hurt from going to a million stores! My day was fantastic, especially when Miranda announced that it was her time of the month. That was the BEST part of my day!"



Stefan laughed. "Well, sorry about all that. I hope you'll live. Teenage girls on their time of the month are deadly! Better drink lots of human blood!"



"I'm going to kill you when you come back." Damon threatened, all traces of sarcasm gone.



"That's nice. Now you have fun. Elena and I have some business to attend too so bye!"



"Stefan you get your-" the line went dead. Damon angrily shut his phone closed and jammed it back into his pocket. He then walked into the house and braced himself for what was to come.



He walked up the stairs and to Miranda's bedroom. He quietly knocked on the door. "Miranda, are you ok?" He tried his best to sound concerned.



"No." He heard Miranda's pitiful whimper from the other side.



Slowly, he opened the door to reveal Miranda, coiled up on her bed and a few tears sliding down her face. The smell of blood hit Damon hard but he ignored it and slowly walked towards the bed. He looked at her with pity. For once, he felt bad for her and wanted to help. "Hey." Damon said softly as he eased himself onto the bed and rubbed the crying teen's back. "It's gonna be ok."



Miranda only cried harder. "It hurts."



Damon sighed as he took the teen in his arms and held her like he did when she was real little. Only Miranda knew this side of him. She had a special place in his heart that was different then what he felt for Elena and his brother. This was a side Miranda rarely got to see.



Damon gently stoked her chocolate brown hair and kissed her softly. The smell of blood was getting to him but he continued to ignore it, the well being of his niece was more important.



"Turn me."



Damon did a double take as he looked down at the crying girl in his arms. "What?"



Miranda looked up at him. "I want you to turn me so I won't have to go through this."



Damon sighed. "Now you know I can't do that. Your dad would kill me."



"But I want the pain to stop!"



Damon sighed. "How about I go get some Advil, hm? You'll feel better after you take some medicine. I'm not turning you."



Miranda sighed. "Fine."



Damon leaned down and softly kissed Miranda before standing up and heading downstairs. In a flash, he was back holding a small container. He gave the bottle to Miranda and she popped two pills into her mouth and drank the water that was on her nightstand. "Thank you Uncle Damon."



Damon grinned. "No problem kid. Now you get your rest so you'll feel better and won't feel the need to scream and curse every second you get."



Miranda playfully hit him with a pillow and layed down as Damon covered her up with the furry blanket at the foot of her bed. "Goodnight." she smiled as he walked to the door.



"Night." Damon replied as he closed the door behind him.



A/N: Wow, three chapters uploaded in one day? I'm really on a roll lol. So please review and sorry if I made Damon OOC. J