20. the Lockwoods? Fancy

                                    

                                          
Damon and the now named vampire, Henry. Who was a tomb vampire that left Mystic Falls.
"So how do you know John Gilbert?" Henry asks while pouring himself a glass of blood from a hospital blood bag. Damon had taken a seat on one to the dining chairs, and I still didn't know the reason for this visit. Maybe Damon wanted to get ahead of John again, but then why was Alaric here?
"Well, I've known him for years. He's a good friend of mine. How do you know him?" Damon asked the tomb vampire in a smiley tone. Henry's body language showed that he was reluctant to answer, meaning he didn't fully believe Damon.
"I'm Julia Lennon." I didn't give him my real surname for obvious reasons. "John is a family friend and basically my uncle. I was around him a lot, and one day, I met Damon, and we became friends. He told me more about vampires, but since I've known John, I knew a lot already."
I make myself at home and take a seat next to Damon. The vampire seemed more corroborative in answering Damon question. "I met him when I got out of the tomb. He's been helping me out." Henry placed the glass of blood next to Damon. I tried my best to keep my confidence on a Damon level scale, as Henry moved past me.
Alaric had broken his silence from standing quietly with his arms crossed. "Helping you, how?" His tone was filled with unacted upon anger. I sent him a small smile as I cleared my throat up a polite cough into my sleeve.
"Adapting, it's a whole new world. Car, computers, match.com." I hold back a smile while biting my lip at the memories of me and Caroline trolling with people on match.com when we were younger. "There's so much to learn. He's been helped me get to this place."
That last sentence seemed to pick at the other men's interest. The spiky haired man grabbed another blood bag for himself out of the fridge. 
"So, do you live here alone or, is there, someone else here?" Alaric moves his head around the house. His arms were still crossed as he did. I frown my eyes at his voice. Why did he sound so passive-aggressive?
"That's my friends very passive-aggressive way of asking. Do you know a woman named Isobel?" Damons happy tone still around as he spoke. I kept smiling around, but when I heard the name 'Isobel', it dropped for a split second, but luckily, I was a very good actor, and put I back up.
"Uh, no. No, I don't know an Isobel. I know John." He sounded very nervous all the time. "He's my only real friend. He showed me the ropes. How to use a microwave, separate my whites." He strutted into the middle of the room.
"What else do you do?" Alaric didn't seem satisfied with Henry's response.
"I help keep an eye on things. With the others." Henry motioned his hands towards Damon causally. 
"The others?" Damon questioned his eye, twitching slightly. I turn to Damon and widen my eyes at him. Obviously, the other tomb vampires were 'the others.'
"From the tomb." I knew by his answer that Henry was catching on to our game. "They are still missed at the founding families for trying to burn them." I knew it. Damon and Alaric shared the same glance, both of them looking over my shoulder at each other. I didn't dare to expose us, so I act normally.
"I'm cool, but those tomb boys want revenge." He drank his glass of blood after pledging innocence.
"What does John want with 'em?" Alaric asked his back straightened out, and his propped up in attention. I clear my throat once more and stand up. I was almost the same height as the tomb vampire.
"Do you have anything to drink?" I whisper, acting as if I hadn't drank in days. I put my hands in the pockets of the sweater I was wearing as I asked.
"Uh, I have water here, but in that closet over, there is a frezzer, and there are some sodas and beers in it." He sent me a wink when I thanked him. I turn my head away, pretending to blush, but once I reach the closet room, I roll my eyes and try to hold back a scoff.