I'm sorry, It's my fault.

"...That's fucking bullshit!" I heard Florence's angry, high pitched voice through the walls.

"Baby..." Started the helpless Devin, placating his wife.

"Don't you dare baby me! Where would that word be if you were killed today? Huh?" Stressed Florence with a shaky voice. She was definitely crying by that time.

"I appreciate your presence here with him but, I need to get to Sybil, right now" Damon's voice was heard accompanied with a tired sigh. He was exhausted.

I wanted to run to him but, I was afraid. The twenty minutes of staying with a worried plus blaming Florence could do that to anyone.

I was simply just avoiding her.

"Tell me that you also know that what happened last night was all on him! Admit that for fuck's sake!" Shrieked Florence and now it was obvious that she turned her anger towards Damon.

"Florence, let's go to our room first" Pleaded Devin.

"He's always doing this... All these impulsive decisions since Anderson came into the picture! We are a fucking family, Damon. No more guns! That's what you said! No more dragging us to out death...!" Trailed off, Florence to excuse another round of emotional sobs.

"I know" Said Damon calmly.

"No, you don't! if you ever did, you wouldn't allow that recklessness last night and this war that was declared today!" Cried Florence before I heard a vase meeting the floor sound.

She was livid.

"Florence!" Came Devin's worried shout.

"And Devin, you know just how much I fucking love you but, sometimes I wish you could put me first in your life... If not as your wife, can't you at least care for my feelings?" Said Florence after silence away in a voice so sad that I felt like crying, myself.

"Baby, what are you...!?" Trailed off Devin as Florence interrupted him with such a scary calmness that can make crows fly away.

"I need to be alone tonight" Said Florence in a mumble but, we all knew that it was a command.

"I really don't want to say it but, guess my tongue just loves the words..." Said Damon amusedly after Florence left them probably.

"Just fucking say it" Said Devin in muffled voice.

"Well, I told you what would be waiting for you if you decided to follow me" Said Damon with a teasing chuckle. Probably to lighten the mood

"Ha...Ha...Ha!" Laughed Devin dryly before growing serious.

"What's your plan now?" Asked Devin curiously.

"Simple. Since, I don't want a repeat from this, I'd be sure to kill everyone in our clan. I can't...!" Damon trailed off his on his words when he saw me emerging in the living room.

"Hey, ladies" I greeted cheerfully going to seat on the armrest, my hands around Damon's neck as he placed his hand on my waist quite naturally.

"Sybil! what the fuck are you wearing?" Gasped Damon in shock when he saw my outfit.

"My new bathrobe, Catching, right?" I asked with a wink and a proud smile playing on my face.

Twenty minutes could do a lot if one really have nothing to do. So, I went online shopping.

"Too short!" Came Damon's sharp reply, fading my blinding smile. The fuck?.

"That's the point, Geez" I told him with a roll of my eyes.

"Where's my cake?" I asked impatiently.

"In the fridge" Pointed Damon to the kitchen.

"You know where to find another one like that in pale blue?" Asked Devin cutting through our mini tiny fight.

"Consider it done, For Florence, right?" I inquired for confirmation.

"Yeah..." Said Devin with a sigh.

"She's worried sick for you, go kiss your wife goodnight" I told him with a warm smile.

"Nice seeing you awake, though" Said Devin standing up from where he was seated.

"Sleeping beauty, my new nickname. No judgements" I declared with a wink his way.

"Let me go and have my ears bleed, night guys" Said Devin to us, dismissively before he walked away.

"Sleep tight, alone in the cold" I raised my voice so he could hear me, loud and clear.

"So not fair!" Groaned Devin making me chuckle.

"I don't like this...!" Came Damon's grumble tugging my robe to reach my ankles.

"What's there not to like?" I asked feigning innocence while twirling around to show off my new bathrobe.

"You, being half naked in front of my brother. I don't like that!" Seethed Damon seriously.

"It's just that I was feeling hot, you know?" I said casually with a shrug before pulling him to stand in front of me, by his shirt.

"Ooh yeah?" Inquired Damon lazily.

"Yeah, let me fresh you up, Hubby. You had quite a long day" I told him as I was busy rubbing myself on him which he inturn slapped my butt cheek playfully.

"What was that for?" I complained with a pout.

"Call me hubby again" He demanded in a sensual whisper before grazing my ear slightly.

"Hubby?" I asked him, teasingly.

"One more time, Love" Begged Damon with a hungry groan.

"Hubby" I called him softly.

"God! I was so afraid that I'd lose you last night!" He breathed the word once he was in my embrace.

"But, you didn't" I assured him with a pat on his back lightly.

"I didn't... I'm so sorry Love. I'm such an incompetent husband" Said Damon, actually believing that whatever happens the night before was on him.

"What happened last night... I was at fault...and, I'm sorry" I apologized sincerely.

"Sybil!" Called Damon desperately, holding me to him for dear life.

"Tell me all of it after you're refreshed, my hubby. Okay?" I suggested, pulling myself from him.

"Don't make me get used to this" He complained in a whine and I couldn't help but, laugh at his childish behavior.

"Then get used to it, I'll do everything and anything that I can to make you happy in this lifetime, baby" I declared, meaning the words.

Let's face it... Damon, deserves nothing but the best. That's why he chose me.

"Just so you know, what you said was caught on camera" He said it casually as an afterthought.

"Where is it? How could you start filming without informing me? Just look at how much my face is bleak!... And you dare to fucking laugh at me?" I yelled at him frustrated.

Doesn't he know, those: Lights... Camera... And..... Action, words?.

"You said that you wanted every moment captured!" Reasoned Damon and I couldn't have it! but, damn him.

I was still fuming and he came down and pecked on my lips.

"I'm sorry, Love. it's just that you're cuter when you're frustrated" He said, smiling down at me adoringly with one hand caressing my cheek.

"Then kiss away because I'm so frustrated that I don't feel like being a romantic fool on 'camera' anymore!" I told him sternly slapping his hand away.

"Cute" Said Damon under his breath with a chuckle.

"Fuck you!" I retorted with my voice raised because we already had quite a distance between us.

"You prepared a scented bath for me?" Asked Damon in astonishment, three minutes later.

"I was planning on bathing you myself today but, I have changed my *shocked gasp*... The fuck are you doing back here naked?" Just when I was going to act smug, he had to walk out with his dick standing tall and proud. Damn him.

"You said something about bathing me...?" He asked me acting all innocent and spoiled at the same time. Damn him, twice!.

"Mr Emule, you left the part where I clearly stated that I changed my damn mind!" I told him gritting my teeth. I had to stand to my own opinions!. No getting distracted by some marvellous, long, smooth with a cap, pulsing, hot dick... Just no!.

"Just this once, Love" He pleaded, standing right before me his dick just inches away from my salivating mouth.

"Just this once?" I croaked due to my dry throat.

"Just this once" He confirmed, satisfied with the results.

"Okay, let me lead the way, hubby" I told him excitedly before jumping to my legs, and hurriedly held his dick in my greedy hand, tugging it a little.

"Getting harder just from my touch? Didn't know that you'd get harder" I mumbled, surprised in a good way.

"That's normal right?" He asked hesitantly.

Doesn't he know?.

"We'd probably need doctors if you reacted otherwise to my touch" I said dryly before opening the bathroom door and motioned for him to get comfortable in the tub.

"Aah, I needed this..." He said with a pleasurable grunt.

"Damon... You know that you can control me, right?" I started while washing Damon gently but that bastard had to give me a look which reminded me of when he made me a sex slave!

"I... I... I mean out of the bedroom!" I hurriedly clarified while blushing.

"Where is this going?" Asked Damon who I was glad was taking my talk seriously. But, he seemed like he was fearing whatever the shit he thought, I was going to say.

"Last night..." I started before clearing my throat but, he had to put his input.

"What happened yesterday wasn't your fault!" He said certainly.

"Don't coddle me, Damon. I know a lot than I let on" I told him seriously yet,I had an amusing smile.

"That's a given, my wife could never be stupid" He shamelessly praised me, splashing water my way.

"Cheesey! I'm being serious here" I scolded firmly.

"And so am I. That was not suppose to happen if I had taken care of everything thoroughly before making you mine again" Said Damon holding my hand that was still roaming on his body.

"You swear that you're not saying that just to make my guilt go away?" I inquired, near tears.

"I promise" He said without hesitation.

"Are you sure?" I probed halfheartedly.

"I'd never lie to you, Love" He said softly, kissing on my knuckles again and again.

"Then who eloped from your hold?... I connected the dots from the little information that I heard once exchanged between you and Harry yesterday morning" I pressed seriously.

"Can I just not tell you?" He said after going into his thinking mode for a second.

"I'm your better half, Damon. And I could tell that whatever is going on has something to do with me!" I told him sternly but, everything in me was screaming for his transparency.

"I don't want you to go back to depend on your medications like before" He said with equal desperation.

"I can handle it" I assured him.

"Sybil?" He asked again but, this we both knew that he already yielded.

Though, painfully as it was seemed on his part, he at last admitted defeat.

"Take me tonight, Sybil make me yours... Prepare me for you" I heard Damon say in his language, taking my hand in his, trailing his body to his pucker under water making my breath catch and I definitely felt him flinch.

"Is this your way of distracting me? And what the fuck? I'm a thorough bottom!" I told him sternly but, something about his vulnerable expression made me want to give him all that he desired.

And if me on the giving end, it was? Then, that's what he'd get!.

Who cares about the impending secrets and dangers when part of your soul is burning?.