A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIESELOT! Oh, what a dedication.
Storyline: Elena Gilbert was taught how to kill vampires, not how to trust them. Then again, maybe she shouldn't have trusted Damon Salvatore.
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In which we get acquainted with Gin Gini
"We never spend any time together anymore!" I was having a fight with my soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend. Again.
"Matt, I'm very sorry, but my dad really needed my help with something." Why was I even still trying to make up excuses? Maybe another one would work better: 'The dog ate…' -'The dog ate what, Elena?' –'You don't have a dog, Elena!' Oh crap. Stupid inner monologue.
"That's a lie! I just saw your father, he was helping pastor Dan in the church." He was raising his voice now, which I did not particularly appreciate. Oh fuck the euphemisms, I hated it, it reminded me of… "You know what, Elena, I don't understand why you're still with me. You obviously don't want to spend time with me, you're always off on some job for your parents or weird alcoholic uncle Alaric!" I scoffed at him and crossed my arms defensively.
"Well then, maybe I shouldn't be with you anymore, Matt. Glad we sorted that out!" I huffed and spun on my heel theatrically, only to bump into a very hard and very cold… chest.
"I'm sorry." I muttered and tried to get past the guy in a less intrusive manner. You know, without attempting to walk through him.
"Wait. Are you alright?" He drawled easily. I looked up into his eyes and winced visibly. He was absolutely too good-looking to be good news. Trouble does tend to follow me around.
"I'm fine." Only one way to find out. I'm a strong supporter of the practical approach. "I just had a huge fight with my boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend." I corrected myself, shaking my head sadly.
"Well, his loss, obviously." He grinned lazily. "Can I buy you a drink, miss.." I was not about to give him my last name anytime soon.
"Oh, right. I'm Elena." I stuck out my hand. He eyed me curiously and raised an eyebrow. He took my hand in his before pressing a lingering kiss on it, keeping eye contact the whole time. It was one of the most erotic experiences in my existence.
I'm screwed.
"It's nice to meet you, Elena." It was as if he pronounced the syllables separately, yet with an emphasis on the two last ones. E-le-na. He seemed to size me up and winked at me. "My name is Damon Salvatore." He ordered our drinks with a flick of his hand, without removing his piercing stare from my face. He was smooth. Very smooth for a human being. Then again, maybe he was just a slick… asshole.
"You wanna talk about it?" He cocked an eyebrow at his own question. He had very nice eyes. Could that colour be natural?
"Wh-what?" I stuttered as he stared at me relentlessly, but I quickly composed myself after that. "No, not really. Thanks for the drink." He nodded seriously and finally looked down as I took a long sip. I put my hand over my mouth, unable to suppress a smile.
"This is really good! What is it?"
"Gin Gini." He replied curtly, making me snort.
"That sounds more like the name of a playboy bunny." I joked, making him crack a smile. I felt oddly proud of that.
"Don't hate!" He wagged his finger at me. "You like it." He clinked his glass against mine and downed the whole thing.
"What are you having?" I asked curiously. It surprised me that I actually found this stranger interesting, while all of my natural instincts screamed at me to run away, like five minutes ago.
"Bourbon." He smirked and ordered us drinks again, without asking me a thing. Hm, didn't like that arrogance after all.
"Okay. So you're hot, classy and smooth. What the hell are you doing in Mystic Falls?" Damn, alcohol definitely eliminated my verbal filter.
"I'm here for the healthy air." I arched an eyebrow and starting gulping down my second drink. "And for the sunshine of course." I almost choked at that, but managed to send the alcohol down my throat, not up again. Was he testing me?
"I know right?! It's so awesome here!" I did my best bubbly-blonde Caroline impression to avoid suspicion. He seemed disappointed for a second, but then turned the charm back on immediately.
"So you think I'm hot?" He grinned smugly. I averted my eyes, trying to come up with a witty reply. Fail. I shrugged non-committedly and said something like 'meh'. He laughed at my shy and sheepish reaction.
"We'll get back to that." He sent me a delicious –no- salacious wink. "Are you going off to college soon?" Considering my situation and my position in society, this was a loaded question for me. I had to clear my throat twice before being able to reply in a cool and aloof manner.
"Yeah. And I'm kinda glad to get out of here and see the world. But at the same time, I feel as if I am tied to this place, kinda like my destiny." He gazed at me wistfully. "I don't know." I shook my head. "That probably sounds very weird." He seemed to snap out of his reverie.
"No, not at all actually." He grimaced gloomily. "I know exactly what you mean." We kinda kept staring at our drinks, lost in our own thoughts, until I noticed Matt looming out of the corner of my eye.
"Listen, I gotta go." I panicked slightly and gathered my jacket and purse.
"What's wrong? Is it that guy?" He asked, tense suddenly, and nodded his head at Matt.
"He's my ex." I gave myself extra points for my convincing performance.
"Let's go then." He ushered me out of the door and led me into the back alley. Figures. What is it with those guys and… my breathing hitched when I finally realized he had me caged in against the wall. I swallowed visibly. I wasn't scared at all, it felt strangely comforting.
"I wonder what I'm going to do with you." His ring finger travelled over my jaw slowly, down to my right clavicle. "I had noticed you before. You're pretty feisty when you're angry. I like it." I didn't feel his breath on my face as he spoke, confirming my earlier suspicions.
"So wh-what are you going to do with me?" Look at me, all doe-eyed damsel in distress.
"Well… Elena Gilbert." My eyes went wide open at that revelation. He knew? "I've seen you before before. Founders' Family. You're quite special, aren't you?" His hand was resting on my hip and I was trying very hard to ignore how wonderful that felt. "I have no particular grudge against you or your family and I understand someone is keeping this city safe, so I will let you go." He took one step back and made a gallant gesture. He was letting me go? I was afraid my mouth was still open and birds had already made their nests in it by now.
Was I mistaken this time?
I brushed my hair behind my ears and stood on my tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek.
"Goodnight then, Damon. It was nice meeting you." And as I pulled back, I could feel him snap. He shoved me against the wall and heaved noisily. Almost like a growl.
"Why did you have to do that darling? You could've walked away." He looked up at me and I finally saw that he was vamped out. I sighed silently. Of course, the gorgeous charming ones are always vampires. He stared into my eyes intensely and drawled in a sultry, yet commanding voice that I shouldn't be afraid of him. Oh, he was compelling me! Or trying to. I was resistant to it, thanks to my heritage. "I need you to run to your car as fast as you can and drive home." I blinked at his widening pupils incredulously and took a minute to catch my breath.
"Yeah, that's not gonna happen." I grabbed him firmly by the shoulders and kneeled him in a particularly sensitive spot. I pulled my stake out of my purse swiftly when he got a chance to get up. He dusted himself off and starting laughing loudly. His face looked human again.
"The slayer is a girl?" He exclaimed merrily. "This is priceless. I gotta tell Stefan." He seemed to ponder about this. "Or no, I won't." He laughed again. I hated that I did not hate the sound of his laugh. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna fight you." He waved at me.
"I'm not worried. You should be." I launched myself forward and blocked his first attack.
"Listen, hon." He grabbed my wrists and smashed my knuckles together. "Why don't you do yourself a favour and …" I knocked my head against his, making him lose his balance effectively. "Ouch." He fingered his forehead gently. "What's wrong with you?"
"You weren't going to feed on me?" I tapped my foot impatiently, with the stake still securely in my right hand.
"Probably would have." He admits, shrugging. "But you would have enjoyed it." He gave me a cocky smirk.
"I'm –trying-to-fight-you!" I said between punches, which he blocked. Although the last one did make him stagger backwards.
"I thought you'd be taller. Burly." He looked me up and down again with a sexy leer. A sexy leer? Jesus, Elena, get it together, this is not Fifty shades of Grey.
"Stop that."
"What?" He questioned, faux innocent. I had to get out of here.
"Looking at me like that…" I trailed off helplessly.
"Like what?" He grinned because he knew exactly what I was referring to.
"Like you want to ravish me." I threw my hands in the air in exasperation, accidentally dropping my stake. He rushed over to me, on vamp speed.
"Now that's the best suggestion you have made all night." I felt my breathing speed up again as he guided me to that God damn wall - again. I swear to God that I'm breaking that thing down tomorrow. "You know.." His hand traced the hem of my shirt. "I lied earlier. I wasn't going to drink from you… Yet." I scoffed loudly at his statement.
"Well of course I wanted to, but I want something more…" His voice lowered… too many pitches, making me sweat. "… is to seduce you." I giggled queasily in response.
"Yeah. Sure. Good luck with that." I pushed him out of the way forcefully.
"Thank you! I will die trying, fair Elena!" He clamoured with great flourish.
"Really?" I turned to him as I picked up my stake to distract him. "Start practising then." I reached in my coat pocket and threw three darts poised in vervain at him. I bent over him and put my heel on his throat.
"If you want to bother anyone, bother me. Leave these people alone. You do not compel them, you do not use them, you do not feed on them unless you have their real permission." I pressed my heel through his chin. "Got it?" He suddenly jumped up and pinned me to the ground in a split second.
"I'm looking forward to it." He bit my ear lightly and sauntered off.
Dick.