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I hate having insomnia.

Like really bad.

I groan and look up at the celling, I tried many things to go to sleep and I can't. I also take meds for that to, but sometimes it does not work.

I get up from my bed and tiptoe to the door making sure I did not wake Nev up. Nev has always been a heavy sleeper, but there are times where she will wake up to the smallest things.

I slowly open the door and close it, I don't know if Damon is awake or not.

I walk slowly to a chair next to the couch and grab the remote, "your awake," Damon's voice make me jump, "shit, you scared me," I place my hand over my chest, "sorry," he leans up revealing his juicy abs, my mouth waters at the sight.

I want to lick.

"What are you doing up angelo?" He moves his blanket off of his body, he is wearing some gray sweatpants, "I have insomnia," I whisper. I did not get diagnosed with it when I was with him it was after, "when did you get diagnosed with it?" he asked concerned laced in his voice, "a month after I moved here," I could not fall asleep at all for the past three months till they gave me meds.

He nods, "come here," he scoots over to make room, I smile and go set on the couch, there was a lot of space between us, "want to watch a movie?" He grabs the remote, "sure," I grin, he turns on a movie, "really scream?" I give him a dumb look, "what it is a good movie," he chuckles, I shrugged.

I can't disagree with that.

He gives me a blanket and covers up my bare legs, "thanks," I whisper, he nods.

We start to watch the move and in between the move I find myself on his chest, he runs his long finger through my soft dark brown hair, I sigh and close my eyes, I slowly fall asleep.

~•~

I wake up the next morning in my bed, I remember what happen this morning, I fell asleep on his chest, with his finger going through my hair, and that is the last thing I remember.

I remove the covers from my body and see that Nev is not in her bed, she told me that she was going to Leons then work after. I don't have to work today so that's good.

I hate fucking working. It is the pain in the ass.

I go and change into some clothes and brush my teeth. After I was done, I put my hair up into a small bun.

I go out into the living room and see Damon on the phone, I go to the fridge and get me the milk, I pour the cereal in first then the milk. I still think that if you pour your milk in first you are a fucking psychopath.

And this is coming from a woman that kill's people.

Just saying.

I start to eat my cereal and Damon got off of the phone, "there is an assassin here, I almost groan, "ok just let me eat first," I say with my mouth full of cereal, "who is she or he?" I ask, Damon come over and set down to the chair next to me, "Shane Kelly," he tells me, "Irish?" he nods, "why is he here?" I ask, "probably cause we are here," he lets out a little sigh, I lean my head on his shoulder.

"Did you put me in my bed?" I glance up at him, "yes, you were out," I giggle, "miss your laugh," he said softly, "I miss yours too," I say back, me and him stay silent for a second as we continue to look in each other's eyes.

I miss his eyes.

I clear my throat and take my head off of his shoulder, and I finish my cereal.

"Where is Shane at?" I ask as I put my hoodie on, "close, there is a warehouse two miles north of us and that is where he is staying at," I nod, "come on," Damon gets the car keys, I smirk at an idea, "can I drive?" I smile when he turns at me, "no," he said flatly. Ok puppy face it is. I pout my lip, and look at him through my eyelashes, "please," I always used to do that, and it always worked. Damon rolls his eyes and huffs, "fine," he gives me the car keys. I smile.

Al one Damon zero.

We made it out to the car, and I start it to life, "if we crash and we both survive I'm going to kill you," I roll my eyes at his dramatic sentence, "I will do no such thing," I gasp, he rolls his eyes.

I'm a good driver.

Not talking about the eight car crashes I made.

Yeah, a very good driver.

I pull out of the apartment driveway and head north.

I shut the car off when we pull into the warehouse, "you go in the back, I'll going the front," I take my gun out of the back on my pants, Damon does the same, "you sure?" I nod walking closer to the building.

"Be safe," Damon mouth to me, "you too," I mouth back. Damon diapered behind the building, the front door was open, so I slowly make sure no one was behind it or beside it. I open the door and point my gun down to the ground as I walk in, I walk behind a crate with guns in it.

Then I hear a groan at the end of the warehouse, I look down the hallway and see Damon on his knees, "shit," I mutter as I see blood in his hands. I see Shane with a knife in his hands in front of Damon. I get out from behind the crate, with only using one hand I shoot off the gun, it makes a loud bang noise, Shane popped his head up and his eyes widen in fear. When he starts to run, I shoot him in the leg, he screams in pain making me smile.

When I make it to Damon Shean is nowhere to be seen, "you ok?" Damon leans against a crate with his hand on his lower stomach, where the knife wound is, "I had worst," he jokes, I move hi hand and lift up his blood soaked shirt, I wince when blood pours out of the wound, "it is deep to where you need stiches," I put his shirt back down, he nods, "I'll be fine it is just a knife wound," when he tries to move he hissed and leaned back down.

"Stay here, I'm going to kill him," I pick up his gun and cock it, "I'll be back to get you. Don't move," I order, "yes, ma'am," he smirks.

I follow the blood trail left by Shane, "come on, Shane don't make this harder than it already is," I taunt him, I see that the blood trail has ended and went behind a crate, then I felt someone behind me, I smirk, I quickly turn around, I catch his arm that has the knife in it, " were you going to stab me in the back?" I say in disbelieve, he nods looking down, "well that's not very nice," I scoff, and push him down to the ground, I see his bullet wound, I point the gun at it and pull the trigger.

He screams out, blood comes out of his leg, Shane tries to crawl, I grab the knife and stab his in the spine, I bend down to his ear, "that is for hurting what is mine," I grit out, he let out he whimper before he dies.

I get up and run to Damon, "you, ok?" I cup his cheek, "yep," he grins, "good, now let's get out of here," I put his shoulder around my neck and help him walk to the car, "you know that I can walk, right?" he looks down at me, "yes but I want to do this," I smile, he smiles back at me.

I start the car and drive to the house, fast.

~•~

"I can walk," Damon pulls his hand out of my grip, "I don't care," I proceed to take his hand and pull him to the elevator, "Alaska," he groans, "don't 'Alaska' me, we are going to the elevator even if I have to drag you," I glare him down, he huffs and walks to the elevator, I grin and press on the number of our floor, "do you even know how to do stiches?" he asked as we get out of the elevator, I hum, 'yes I was taught young," I remember being taught with Bell by Ivan.

I unlock the door and rush to the couch and out a blanket on top of it, "lay on the couch," I demanded, "bossy," Damon mutters, and lays on the couch. I go to the bathroom and get the teasers and a bottle of vodka, "here this will help," I hand him the bottle, he takes a sip of it, "thanks," he mutters, I bend down to his lower stomach and pull up his shirt, helping him take it off.

I grab a washcloth, "give me the vodka," he hands it to me, I wet the washcloth. "You ready?" he nods, I press the cloth to the deep cut, he hissed in pain, his muscles clench, he dipped his head back, "you, ok?" I take the cloth off, "yes, just get it over with," he rasped, I get the needle and thread out and dipped the needle in the vodka before getting to word.

"Cazzo di inferno," (fucking hell,) he cursed, breathing heavily, "this might take a while," I say, looking at how deep the wound is. Damon groans. this is going to be long.

And it was a long fucking night.

"Done," I breath as I finish the last stich, "fucking finally," Damon mutters, "hey, you can't rush perfection," I huff, "no you can't," he whispers looking at me, I blush, "your cute when you blush," that just makes me blush harder, I breath out of my mouth trying to keep my cheeks from getting more hotter.

"You got to go take a shower, you smell," I change the subject, he rolls his eyes, "I guess," he mutters before going to the bathroom.

The door opens making me look and see Nev, "where have you been, you look like you took a bath in blood," she looks up and down my body. I glance down at my blood stained shirt and pants, "me and Damon had to go take care of something," Nev put it together and nods, "oh," I bite my lip, 'speaking of Mr. pretty face, where is he?" She grins, "in the shower," I point down the hallway, she smirks, "you should join him," she wiggles her eyebrows.

I glare at her, "he got stabbed," I get a jar of pickles out and start eating them, she gasped, "please tell me you did not stab him," my mouth drops open, "why would I stab him?" I throw my hands out to the side, "well it wouldn't be your first male that you stabbed," she's not wrong.

But it was not my fault he is the one that got on my nerves.

He just should have never done it.

"He's fine," I take another bite, "he died Alaska," he said blankly, my eyes widen, "really?" She nods, "cool," I smile, she scoffs.

"I'm going to bed," she walks off.

The bathroom door closes, and Damon comes walking out, with just a pair of boxers on, I gaze laned on his lower part.

Holy fuck.

It is still big and thick, maybe more bigger and thicker, I find myself growing wet, my mouth waters wanting him in my mouth, "if you keep your mouth open, I might have to do something with it," his cocky remark made me blush. clench my thighs together.

With a breathless tone I say, "goodnight, Damon," I chirp walking fast I go to my room, I hear Damon's dark laugh.

I go to my bed and fallasleep with him in my mind.

~•~