Filled With Fire

“Have To Arrive Fashionably Late.”

Nobody was home when Tempest got back to the Salvatore Boarding House. She very well near pouted. For some reason, her cheeks turning a lovely shade of purple and the Tiger kinda wanted to show it off. Cause hey! Bruises are awesome. Unless someone pokes them of course. Then they lose a finger.

But bruises always heal too quickly. She would’ve loved to walk into a bar wearing a shiner, looking total badass. But no!!

Being the childish woman she was, the redhead made a fart noise for every step she took up the stairs, needing some sort of entertainment. Tempest then headbutted her door for absolutely no reason, opened it almost awed. There on her bed, atop her Spongebob Squarepants doona cover, was a pretty, dark purple dress. Tempest clasped her hands together and pressed the side of her fists to her cheek, cooing over the outfit.

Suddenly a certain witchy witch appeared behind her, "You really think if get you a green dress. Don't think so low of me, Red. You know I have better fashion sense than that. I even got a red suit, so we'd match when my hair turns purple for the ball."

Tempest then did the 'thing'. You know that 'thing'. Teddy actually compared the 'thing' to Puss in Boots from Shrek. The kitty eyes...

The blue haired evil son of a b***h grinned impishly and spread his arms, knowing what would happen next. The redhead squealed and threw herself at him, purring and thanking him at the same time. Tempest then pulled back and glared at him, "I hate you."

"I know you do."

:3

Teddy was face down on her bed as Tempest straightened up her dress. Both were listening to Damon, Stefan and Elena... hate that bitch... arguing over if she was going the ball tonight. They were totes against it.

She was too. But for different reasons. Her brothers would want her to protect the doppletrash. That means the Tiger can't get shitfaced tonight, she was secretly bringing her whiskey, so she doesn't have to think about wearing this f*****g dress.

All of a sudden, this creepy feeling trickled down her spine, like ice shards. Tempest had only felt this once before, and what after wasn’t exactly pleasant.

“Hey, Ted?” The redhead’s tone was unusually soft.

Immediately, the metamorphmagus looked up, “What’s wrong?”

Tempest shook her head, “Nothing. I was just gonna ask you to wait downstairs for me. Actually, can you send up Damon?”

Teddy’s eyes narrowed a little, but nodded with a ‘sure’ and out the door, he went.

:3

Tempest was getting a bit jittery now and it was getting worse. She felt like something was bad gonna happen tonight. Could sense it. Her spidey senses, or whatever the hell thats called. She f*****g hates spiders.

Damon knocked on her door and she jumped with a squeak, making the oldest Salvatore frown. He could see that look in her eyes. Had seen it before. Right before the church was on fire and the three of them were shot, all those years ago.

"Hey, girly. What's happening?" Damon said quietly, knowing that right now, Tempest was not in the right frame of mind.

She looked kinda scared and rushed over to him holding him tightly, "We gotta slip Teddy some blood. Something’s gonna happen to him, I know it and it’s not gonna be a good thing."

This was not his Temper. The Tiger he knew was hot and fiery, taking nobody’s s**t, quick to lash out at anybody who f****d with her or her family. The Sister he knew, would knock a person to the ground for just looking at her wrong.

Damon didn't recognize her like this. She was shivering violently, with tears beginning to pool in her eyes, hunched over and looking terrified.

"Somethings gonna happen to me and Teddy." The redhead’s gravelly voice made it hard for him to hear her whisper into his collar, "And its bad Dae, I know it. It's real bad."

The blue-eyed Salvatore wrapped her up into a right hug and gently rocked her side to side, at that moment forgetting the whole Elena bullshit, "Nothing’s gonna happen to you, okay? Or Ted. Nothing. I won't allow it."

“But-”

“No.” The Older Salvatore stated firmly, “Nothing is going to happen to you Tempest. I swear it.”

He grabbed her arms and pulled her away so his ice blue eyes could stare right into her bright gold ones, “I swear it.”

:3

Teddy was waiting in the sitting room when Damon came back downstairs. He stood up with a concerned look on his face, “She okay?”

“Yeah. She’s good. Just a little tired, that’s all.” The blue-eyed vampire shrugged. He gestured for the witch to sit back down and walked over to the small bar, before lining up four shot glasses, making the metamorphmagus raise an eyebrow.

“For good luck, mate,” Damon explained, filling them each to the top, but discretely filled the four with some of his and Tempest’s blood from a little vial in his coat pocket. Teddy shrugged and standing again to reach for them. One by one, each of the glasses were empty.

“Perfect. We should get going soon. Pretty sure the party’s already started. So we have to arrive fashionably late.”

The now purple-haired witch snorted and rolled his eyes, before pausing to see Tempest walking down the stairs. Stefan and Elena had suddenly arrived and they too watched the Salvatore Sister in her purple, toga like dress. It was tight and hugged her curves, showing her very plump womanly assets. Her two brothers looked on with awe at the Tiger Hybrid.

They knew that they’d have to keep a lot of men away from her tonight.

Teddy was amazed and a little smug to see his handy work put to good use. Yes, Tempest was the perfect doll when she wanted to be. And that was very very rare.

Elena had a hateful glint in her eyes, jealous of the redhead’s natural beauty and grace. Not to mention that the stupid Tiger had both her brothers’ attention. Oh no, that wouldn’t do at all.